#I’m sorry I’m supposed to. e in bed. sleeping. but my god.

[accidentalautomaton]

Wait a minute. If I. Was able. To make a Jane prentiss animatic. I can make a gerry one. I have that power. My god. My fucking boy.

[oneluckydumbass]

Well, hello and welcome to the madhouse. @sock-1574, your wish is my command, here's a quick _v2 for this short. I wrote it at 10pm and it's unedited, forgive me if you find mistakes. Also, f!reader.

In his sleep, Simon turned to wrap an arm around your waist to pull you against his body, a completely casual move that he had done so many times in the past. He just wanted to warm up a little in the chilly room, because despite the thick blanket you insisted on using, he could still use a little help. But his eyes opened when he realized you weren’t there next to him. It was odd. 

When he heard something break downstairs, he jumped out of bed, his instincts kicking in right away. It didn’t sound like a window breaking, more like a mug or a glass landing on the tiles. What were you even doing in the kitchen a little past two in the morning? He called out your name as he walked down the stairs several times, but there was no response. He heard a groan, then some soft sobbing, which made him believe something was wrong. 

By the time he entered the kitchen, you were sitting on the floor with your head between your knees, a hand gripping the back of your neck as you cried. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Nothing, you didn’t even look at him. “Hey, come on, tell me. What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” you mumbled through your tears. 

“What hurts?”

“My head.”

“Anything else?”

“I’m dizzy, I feel like I could faint any second. I wanted to drink from your favorite mug and I broke it, I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t give a damn about that bloody mug,” Simon said with a nervous sigh as he took your hand. “The hospital is ten minutes away, it’s faster if I take you there myself. Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

He helped you up, but after only a few steps, he felt your body becoming heavier as you lost consciousness. Without thinking, he picked you up and grabbed the car keys from the table by the front door. The hospital was close to their house, he would get there sooner than the ambulance would arrive. It was a miracle that no cop stopped him because he drove like some maniac. He was in a hurry since you were still unresponsive, and deep down he was expecting the worst.

What if you wouldn’t survive whatever this was?

Once he got there and a doctor noticed what state you were in, they quickly took you from him to run some tests on you while someone asked him questions. Questions he didn’t really know the answer to. You seemed fine when you had gone to sleep, all he knew was that you had this terrible headache in the middle of the night. 

They didn’t tell him anything apart from the info that they were doing some scans. He bought a coffee and sat in the waiting room, his mind in overdrive from the events of the past hour. And then that hour became two, and just when he was losing hope someone would finally tell him what the hell was happening, a doctor showed up and asked for your relative. 

“I’m her boyfriend, what’s happening to her?” he replied when they asked him who he was. 

“An aneurysm in her brain. Well, two, but only one ruptured. We will take her to the OR now and see what we can do,” the doctor explained. “It will take a long time, you might want to go home. We will call you once we know more.”

“I’d rather stay. And I’ll call her parents, I’m sure they would like to be here.” 

The doctor nodded then left to focus on your surgery. This left Simon alone in the waiting room again with his face buried in his hands as he tried to fight back the tears. He had to be strong. He couldn’t fall apart. He was supposed to tell your parents that you were in there because of a damn aneurysm. He knew those things were deadly, but you were still alive, fighting. 

After talking to your parents, he sent Price a message, telling him that there was no way he would leave your side for god knows how long. He was considering writing to Johnny too, but in the end he decided not to. The two of you were friends, he would be worried for sure. At least one of them had to stay sharp, especially if he happened to go on a mission before you got better. 

What he wasn’t expecting was Price showing up a bit over an hour after he had sent the message. The Captain greeted him quickly then pulled him into a hug. Simon had no idea how badly he needed that, how much he craved physical contact at this point. It grounded him, made him focus on the present, not on the possible worst outcomes. Because his mind had been full of what ifs, like what if you died, what would he tell your parents and friends? It would mean he failed to do the one thing he promised to do–to protect you from harm. 

“You’re spiraling, Simon,” Price said as they sat down. 

The lieutenant nodded. “It’s hard to do anything else in this place. She’s been in surgery for two hours now, I don’t know how it’s going, her parents aren’t here yet. What will I tell them?”

With a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, Price took a deep breath. “You wrote me it was an aneurysm. Those things can be hidden for decades. No one knew it was there, there’s no warning sign as far as I know, and let’s not forget that you brought her here in time. She’ll pull through, don’t worry,” he said. 

They sat there in silence for quite a while, but it was the sort of comforting silence that Simon truly needed now. And then, just when he was about to go and ask someone if they knew anything, the doctor showed up again. “Mr. Riley? She is out of surgery for now. She will need a lot of rest here in the hospital, and it will take some time to see if there is any kind of brain damage. She is okay now, but I need you to understand that a lot of patients with this problem don’t survive for long. We will do everything we can, and it is a good thing you brought her in so soon after the first symptoms. I am… cautiously optimistic.”

“Thank you, doctor,” he said with a relieved sigh. “Can I see her?”

“Yes, a nurse will soon be here to take you to her, but you can’t stay for long.”

Price patted him on the shoulder after the doctor left. “She’s okay. She’s gonna be fine,” he said with a supportive smile. 

Simon nodded. Yes, you were alive. And he would do whatever it took to help you recover. 

[mooodyblue]

hiii lilly! i have a request for cg!el and little!reader where elvis leaves for the day without the reader knowing and when elvis comes back he finds her crying and she's like "daddy weft me"

wahh ty for the request 🥺 hope u enjoy!

wc: 621

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elvis woke up slightly earlier than usual, letting you sleep in while he tended to his business in his office over coffee. it was supposed to be just the two of you today so you could have time to go down and have elvis take care of you. it had been awhile since you last regressed due to busy schedules and honestly, your brain had been too overwhelming for you lately and you desperately needed to go back to that tiny headspace of yours.

he caught up on his reading in the meantime. his reading was shortly interrupted with a call about coming to get one of his suits looked at. it was something that could have been done later, even tomorrow. but elvis thought he could pull off leaving before you got up. he knew you'd most likely wake up little and would usually sleep in longer when that was the case. with a sigh and the closing of his book, he agreed to meet up and quickly left before you could notice.

waking up to an empty bed was not something you particularly enjoyed. not to mention, that floaty feeling in your head took over the moment you opened your eyes. you didn't have your stuffie nor your daddy by your side that morning.

you rubbed the sleepiness from your eyes and got out of bed, shuffling your way out of elvis’s large bedroom and down the steps. “e?” you asked, turning towards the kitchen. still no sign of elvis. the house was empty and oddly quiet, only a lingering smell of coffee that told you elvis had to have been awake earlier.

every room in the house was empty, only for you to notice his car not sitting in the driveway. “no….” you ran outside still in your pajamas, barefoot and frantically looking around. “elvis?” your heart began to race, millions of thoughts running through your head as to what could have happened to him.

you checked everywhere. your daddy, the best caregiver you could ever have, was nowhere to be found. you walked back into the home, planting yourself on the bottom step in the foyer as you hugged your knees. there was no reason for him to just run off and leave, right? today was supposed to be just the two of you where you could be little and now here you were; little and abandoned. choked out sobs left your throat, finally convinced he was gone forever.

elvis pulled into the driveway at top speed, nearly forgetting to take his keys out of the ignition before getting out. he ran up the steps and rushed in as fast as he could, meeting with you at the steps. “baby-” he stood there, panting and catching his breath, “god, baby. i’m so sorry, i thought i’d make it back before you got up-”

“d-daddy went ‘n w-left me…” you shook your head. “hates me, doesn't want me anymore.” your eyes were glossy, cheeks warm and puffy from crying. a lost look on your face.

elvis let out a small gasp, getting on both knees in front of you as he took your small hands in his. “don't ever say i hate you. that hurts daddy's feelings, i love you. my wittle itty bitty, i love ya too damn much to ever leave you.”

“then why did you leave me?” you sniffled, looking into his eyes.

he sighed, “work, honey. it’s all work. but i’m done, daddy’s here and now it’s just you and me time.”

you held your pinky out to him for him to link with his, “promise?”

elvis grinned and linked his pinky with yours, chuckling. “i promise, yittle. let's go make you some lunch.”

[lucrezia-thoughts]

From Here to Eternity (Bonus Chapter)

Chapter Eleven (and a half): Dream a Little Dream of Me...

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warning(s): 18+, MINORS DNI, wet dreams, teasing Eddie, morning wood, oral sex (m & f receiving), swallowing, hints of innocence kink, hints of perv!Eddie, unprotected sex (p in v - don’t do this in real life! always wrap it up!)...

Series Summary: You’ve just moved to Hawkins from Philadelphia in the middle of your last semester of senior year. On your first day, you end up enthralled by the freak of Hawkins High School…

Chapter Summary: After successfully evading your brother, an unexpected dream and the subsequent results of it threaten to make all the hiding you’d done pointless...

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“Just look at you, princess,” Eddie cooed mockingly from his position laid out between your naked legs on your bed; the wide set of his shoulders keeping your thighs spread open and the source of your pleasure on display for his viewing pleasure- “You’re dripping, baby. You want it so bad… don’t cha?”

“E… ddie…”

“’m right here, baby-“ he taunted, the warm puffs of his breath blowing teasingly over your soaked center and causing your hips to involuntarily cant closer towards his mouth; desperate for the feel of his plush lips on your throbbing need- “just gotta tell me what you want me to do.”

“P… please… E… Eddie…”

“Aww… you beg so pretty for me, princess. You’re such a good girl,” he chuckled lowly before turning his head to nip at the sweat slick flesh of your inner thigh; drawing a wanton whimper from deep within you. “Now come on, pretty girl, tell me what you need… just gotta say the words.”

“C… can’t… Eddie… please… please…”

“Yes you can, baby-“ he encouraged, his large hands rubbing soothingly along the outside of your thighs as the feel of his breath at your most intimate place continued to tease you mercilessly- “you know I wanna do it- I told you it was the next thing I wanted to do to you, princess-  you just gotta ask me.”

“Eddie…”

“Princess?”

“Come on, say it for me…” Eddie leaned forward, lips brushing up against your pussy as he spoke and his lust heavy gaze remaining locked on your eyes.

“Baby?”

“Say it…” you could feel the tip of his tongue tease at your pulsating clit when he swiped it along his bottom lip to dampen the appendage before breaking out into a grin as he sensed you were about to break for him.”Say it for your master…”

“Eddie… please… t… taste me…”

“Holy shit-“

You grumbled in frustration as you felt something frantically shaking you from your glorious slumber, “mmmm… five more minutes, Fizz…”

“Baby, come on… you gotta wake up for me-“

Your brow furrowed in confusion at Dustin’s response and you slowly opened your eyes to find that it was actually Eddie staring down at you instead of Dustin. “Eddie?” you mumbled out sleepily before the events of the previous night came back to you. Bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from your eyes, you mused aloud, “wha’ time is it?”

“It’s like… three… princess; do- do you remember what you were just dreaming about?” Eddie’s slightly breathless voice had your brow furrowing further as your eyes finally cleared enough for you to take in his wide-eyed gaping at you.

“N-no… why-“ you started to ask, but in shifting your position on the bed to get more comfortable, you felt a telltale wetness between your legs and you froze as you realized exactly what kind of dream it was that you’d just been having… right next to your boyfriend… who was not supposed to be in your bedroom… and just down the hall from your very light-sleeper of a brother. “Oh my god-” you squeaked before disappearing beneath the covers only to immediately reappear after having brushed your nose accidentally against Eddie’s heavily tented boxers that had been right in front of your face- “Eddie!”

“Mmmm sh-shit… I’m sorry, baby!” he quickly began to defend himself after he bit off the groan of pleasure that had threatened to spill from his parted lips as a result of your unintentional contact with his morning wood. “You were rubbin’ up against me in your sleep, princess, and then you… you…”

“Oh god-“ you breathed out; anxiety level spiking in anticipation of finding out just what it was you’d done in your sleep – “then I what, Eddie??”

“You- uh-“ Eddie reached up to scratch at the back of his head nervously- “you… askedmetotasteyou…”

“Did… did you just say… I asked you to taste me? In my sleep?!” you stuttered out in abject horror; what a hell of a way to find out that you talked in your sleep.

“Uh… yeah. You did, baby-” Eddie confirmed- “you… kinda begged me to… it was… shit, princess, it was honestly the single hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh… my… god…” you whimpered; only having heard his confirmation of your worst fears and not his confession. You felt the stinging tears of complete and utter mortification beginning to form at your lash line as you tried to turn your head and avert your gaze, but Eddie was quick to shut that down.

“Hey, none of that… baby, look at me-“ he urged, reaching up once again to cup your cheek and guide you to turn towards him- “that’s it; there’s my good girl,” he praised when you finally met his eye.  You couldn’t help but sniffle and chuckle when he grinned widely at you then leaned forward to brush his nose teasingly against yours before settling back against the pillows. “Sooo… you gonna let me, baby?”

“Let you?” your eyes searched his face for any indication of what he meant; absolutely certain that he couldn’t possibly mean what you thought he did. “Let you what, Eddie?”

Eddie leaned forward so he could whisper huskily in your ear, “Taste you.”

“Eddie!” you gasped in shock when he voiced exactly what you’d secretly hoped he would.

“What?” he chuckled lowly in your ear, nipping at the lobe playfully before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “You were just begging me to do it, princess-“ you felt embarrassment shooting through your veins as he began to quietly mimic your sleep talking- “p… please, Eddie! Please! Please taste me, Eddie!”

“Oh my god, shut up!” you squeaked as you tried to cup your hand over his mouth, but he was quicker than you and pulled your body closer against his bare chest instead; wrapping both arms around your waist to keep you there as he grinned at you before leaning forward to whisper in your ear once more.

“Come on, let me lick your pretty pussy, baby,“ Eddie breathed, letting his lips caress the shell of your ear. “We both know you want me to.”

“I… I never said that was… was where I wanted you to… to taste me,” you whimpered the half truth into his neck, trying to fight your body’s desire to rock your hips against his as his hands slid down your back to grab handfuls of your bottom and pull you tighter against him; fully aware of just how squeaky your old bed was.

“So you don’t want my tongue in your little hole, princess? ‘Cause I know that I want to have my tongue buried right… about… here…” he taunted as his fingers slipped further between your legs and began to tease you exactly where you both knew you both wanted his mouth to be; rubbing you tortuously slowly over your soaked panties. “You sure this isn’t where you want me to taste you?” he questioned, pulling back far enough to catch your eye and give you a skeptical look, but you quickly averted your gaze; thereby giving him all the confirmation he needed. “If not your pussy, then where did you want me to taste you, baby? Here?” Eddie asked as he leaned forward and licked a slow stripe along your jaw line, causing you to moan softly at the sensation as you shook your head. “No? Okay… what about here?” This time he traced his tongue along the length of your collarbone and you bit your lip to keep quiet, but once again you shook your head. “No? Not there either, baby?” He fake pouted and mirrored you when you shook your head again, but the pout quickly morphed into a devious grin, “oh, I think I know where my princess wants my mouth then…”

“Eddie…” you whispered, but he paid you no mind as he slid one hand up from between your legs to unhook your bra. As the straps slipped down your shoulders, Eddie pressed open mouthed kisses along your collar bones and neck; blindly ridding you of the garment before he leaned down and took one of your nipples between his lips. You gasped at the wet warmth of his mouth at your breast and your hands shot up to tangle in his sleep disheveled curls as his tongue swirled around the hardening bud, “oh god…”

You felt Eddie’s groan of approval when you tugged at his hair, but instead of letting go, he doubled his efforts to get you to break as he flicked his tongue over the taught peak of your nipple; sending pleasurable shockwaves throughout  your entire body. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he scratched his teeth over your stiff nipple and you applied more pressure to your grip on his curls until he finally pulled off of you with a wet pop and a moan. Crashing your lips hungrily against Eddie’s, you unwound your hand from his hair and let it travel down the smooth expanse of his chest until you could cup him over his boxers as you licked your way into his mouth; silently praying that your strategic change in tactic was about to distract him as much as you sincerely hoped it would.

“Shit…” he grunted into the kiss as you carefully squeezed his erection; desperate to shift his attention lest he break your will and you actually let him bury his tongue inside you. You knew if you let that happen, there was no possible way you’d be able to keep quiet and all the sneaking and subterfuge of earlier in the night would have been for naught. “Did you change your mind, princess? Do you want my dick in your pussy now instead of my tongue?” he taunted teasingly when he pulled away from your lips until you slipped your hand through the front of his boxers and wrapped it around his turgid flesh. “Jesus… h- holy shit, baby…”

“Maybe…” you whispered in his ear, filling your voice with as much bravado as you could muster as you pumped your hand slowly up and down his erection, occasionally swiping your thumb over the weeping slit to coat his length in his sticky precum and ease the way. “Or maybe… maybe now I want to taste you instead, big boy…”

“Holy shit… shit, yeah, baby, you can do that-“ Eddie sputtered out as he reached down to tug off his boxers; eyes comically wide as he stared at you in complete wonder- “you can definitely do that.”

You couldn’t help but bite your lip in desire as you watched his flushed red cock smack lightly against his happy trail once you’d pulled your hand back and the elastic of his boxers had been moved far enough down his hips to free him from the confines of the fabric; leaving a glistening patch of precum in its wake. Leaning down, you experimentally kitten licked at the slit at the tip of his dick, but startled and pulled back quickly when you felt Eddie’s bitten off groan rumble through his body. Flicking your eyes up towards Eddie’s face, you found him biting at his fist in an attempt to suppress any sound and the sight of him already so lost in pleasure had the damp spot you’d been sporting on your panties since you’d woken up growing exponentially.

Emboldened by his reaction, you shuffled as carefully as you could down your bed and settled next to Eddie’s hips. Reaching out, you gripped the base of his cock to stabilize it and slowly lowered your head down to take the tip into your mouth. You were honestly surprised to find that, salty though it was, you actually didn’t mind the taste of his precum. You’d always heard girls in the locker room of your old school complaining about how unpleasant it was to give their boyfriend’s head; how it tasted bad, or how they were always being forced to do it, or even how their boyfriends would immediately start thrusting their hips as soon as they wrapped their lips around their dicks. So, naturally, you fully expected this experience to be a complete act of service for Eddie that you would derive absolutely no pleasure from… but, as you swirled your tongue around his heated flesh in your mouth, you found yourself really enjoying giving him a blowjob and, despite the fist in his mouth, you could make out Eddie mumbling out a stream of praises for you which let you know (as if you’d still had any doubts at this point) that he was enjoying himself too.

“God… feels so… so good, baby…” he panted around his fist, free hand rising up to push his sweaty bangs off his forehead in order to better watch the tip of his cock disappearing behind your lips. Focusing back on the task at hand, you brought your hand up to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth; drawing a low moan from your boyfriend as his hips raised slightly before he forced them back down so he didn’t accidentally choke you on his dick. “Never thought… shit… never thought you’d wanna do this…” he rambled and you couldn’t help but grin around your mouthful of him. “Baby… you look so hot with my dick in your mouth… thank you… thank you for doing this, baby…” Sliding your free hand up the sweat slick expanse of his chest, you blindly sought out his hand and threaded your fingers through his as you continued to bob your head along his length. You were able to gauge what he liked by the fact that his cock would twitch when you did something he found particularly pleasurable. So, with his dick as your guide, you did your best to focus on the things that made him twitch the most.

“Shit… this is even better than I imagined, princess… god your mouth feels like heaven…” he whined when you teased your tongue at the tip of his dick, coaxing out a fresh blurt of precum that you eagerly licked up. “Holy-holy shit… gonna make me cum, baby…” Taking that warning as encouragement to repeat your actions, you started mercilessly flicking your tongue along the slit which only served to have Eddie practically vibrating underneath you. “Shit… shit, princess… oh god, come on… gotta pull off, baby… ‘m gonna cum… can’t… can’t hold it back ‘nymore…” Letting your gaze raise from the twitching muscles of Eddie’s abdomen and groin, you found him panting hard around his fist; tear filled eyes blown black with lust and you felt a rush of desire, satisfaction, and pride surge through you. You had reduced your boyfriend to this trembling, weeping mess of need. You were giving him so much pleasure, he was literally crying.

Moaning around as much of his dick as you could fit in your mouth, you picked up the pace of your bobbing head despite Eddie’s warning that he was about to cum; completely consumed with the need to bring him to completion. “Oh shit… shitshitshitshit…” he chanted into his fist as you felt his cock twitch before spurts of his salty seed hit the back of your throat. Your eyes began to widen as you realized your only option was to swallow his spend as your mouth filled quickly with his cum. Clenching your eyes shut tightly, you swallowed around his pulsating dick causing a whimpered moan from your nearly over stimulated boyfriend. Pulling off him with a wet pop, you licked your lips to detach the slivery thread of cum and saliva that still connected your lips to his cock and, after squeezing his hand once before letting it go, you brought that hand up to wipe the back of it over your mouth as you sat up next to him.

“Je-Jesus Christ, baby… I think… I think you just sucked my soul out through my dick…” Eddie panted as he let his hands fall weakly to his sides; the imprints of his teeth both deep and visible on the meat of his index finger. A pleased giggle bubbled up out of your chest as you carefully lay back down next to him on the bed and scooted closer into his side.

“So… that was good then?” you asked teasingly, reaching out to run your fingers up and down the sweaty expanse of his chest; occasionally lingering at his happy trail just to watch his stomach muscles twitch in overstimulation.

“Are you serious right now?” he huffed out incredulously as he raised his head to give you an exasperated expression until he completely froze when his still wet gaze locked on your grinning face.

“Eddie?” you asked nervously as his eyes widened.

“Princess… did- did you swallow?”

Your brow furrowed in uncertainty at his question. What a silly thing to ask… “Did I swallow? I swallow all the time, Eddie-“

“My cum, baby-“ he interjected slightly forcefully, eyes sweeping over your face desperately- “did you swallow my cum?”

“I mean… yeah, I did,” you shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me, princess,” Eddie mumbled under his breath as he rolled onto his side to take your face in his hands, but the movement caused a loud squeak from your old mattress that echoed ominously around your room and your hands shot up frantically to hold him in place.

“Eddie! Shh… we gotta be quiet…” you whisper-hissed, staying as still as possible to hear if there were any new noises coming from the hallway; hear any indication that you’d accidently woken up your brother. When you heard nothing other than the frantic beating of your heart pounding in your ears, you slowly lowered your hands from his body.

“C’mon-“ he mumbled as soon as your grip left his skin, taking your hand in his as he pulled you to your feet- “we can be quieter on the floor, baby.”

Your brow furrowed again in confusion as Eddie pulled your pillows off of your bed and tossed them onto the floor before walking over to your closet. Tugging a handful of garments out, he threw them next to the pillows before grabbing your stuffed teddy bear from your bedside table to add to the pile and got to his knees to start arranging everything like a nest. “What are you doing?”

“I’m makin’ it comfortable for you, princess,” he explained matter-of-factly as he reached up to grab your hand and gently tug you down into the makeshift nest with a startled squeak. “You said we’ve gotta be quiet and your bed is too loud, so I’m gonna give you head down here instead.”

“You-you’re gonna wh-what?!” you sputtered out incredulously as he guided you to lie back against the pillows and handed you your teddy bear with a wicked smirk. Gripping the waistband of your panties, he slowly tugged them down your legs; giving you plenty of time to tell him to stop, before he tossed them somewhere behind him as you clutched the stuffed animal tightly to your chest. Leaning forward, he ran his hands up and down the outside of your thighs before sliding them around to grip the back of your knees. Tossing you a wink, Eddie urged your legs to part for him and he settled himself between them… just like he had in your dream. “Ohmygod…”

“I’m-“ he began by pressing a kiss to your left knee- “gonna-“ and another kiss to your right knee- “lick-“ and brushing his lips along the inside of your left thigh- “your-“ and nipping at your right inner thigh- “pussy… and as much as I want you to, try not to scream, baby, ‘kay?” Turning his head, Eddie gave you a wolfish grin and another wink before he leaned forward and teased your clit with the very tip of his tongue.

“O-ooh!” you gasped as you tossed your head back against the pillows in pleasure and blindly reached down for Eddie’s hands to ground yourself; carelessly allowing your teddy bear to tumble to the side and settle in the valley between the pillows.

Threading his fingers through yours, Eddie rested your joined hands on your stomach as he licked a broad swipe up your pussy; letting his tongue part your lips so he could lap greedily at your entrance. You bit hard at your cheek to keep from calling out his name when you felt the vibrations from him moaning into your pussy shoot through your soaked center and you made the mistake of lifting your head to look down at him. His pupils were completely blown black as his gaze locked on yours from between your legs and you could clearly see the glistening shine of yourself coating his top lip when he dragged his tongue slowly up the length of your pussy only to wrap his lips around your throbbing clit. Your hips arched up into his attentions as he began to suck at the bundle of nerves and you knew you bit hard enough at your cheek to break the skin when the coppery taste of blood filled your mouth. “Oh… oh god… Eddie…”

“Mmmhmm?” he mumbled into your pussy, clearly asking what you needed from him, but also completely unwilling to pull his mouth away from you long enough to actually voice the question. Squeezing your clasped hands once to let you know he was listening, he swirled his tongue around your clit before pulling off it with a soft ‘pop’ in order to move back down your pussy to bury his tongue in your entrance.

A high pitched whine of pleasure started to spill from your lips, but you quickly turned your head and bit at the stuffed tummy of your teddy bear to muffle the sound. The feel of Eddie’s tongue in your most intimate place and the sounds of his grunts and groans of pleasure combined with the lewd slurping coming from his actions between your legs had your entire body thrumming with need and any question you were about to ask disappeared as your brain emptied of every thought save for one; Eddie. Without the benefit of brain power, your hips arched instinctually closer to the source of your current pleasure, silently craving and demanding more from your boyfriend and he eagerly complied.

Eddie’s growl of appreciation had your inner walls clenching slightly around his tongue and he squeezed your clasped hands once as he licked up the fresh burst of your arousal that dribbled out of your weeping entrance before moving back up to suck on your clit. Wrapping his lips around the pulsating bud, Eddie let his eyes drift up past your heaving bosom to see your pretty face buried in the soft curls of your teddy bear’s fur; suppressing the sweet sounds of your pleasure in its plushy body. The stark dichotomy between the innocence of your toy and the lurid reason for which you were digging your teeth into it stoked something Eddie had kept hidden deep within him to life. With renewed fervor, Eddie suckled at your clit as he withdrew his right hand from yours and brought it down between your legs; running his index finger around your dripping entrance to coat the digit in your slick before plunging it knuckle deep into your pussy.

Your shocked moan at the unexpected intrusion was barely muffled by your teddy bear and you rocked your hips down against Eddie’s now pumping finger as you felt your stomach muscles begin to tense with your impending release. With an obscenely wet squelching sound, Eddie pulled off your clit as he added a second finger into your pussy. “You… you close, baby?” he panted, curling his fingers inside of you to rub them over a spot that had your eyes crossing in pleasure. “Shit… shit, yeah, you are… can feel your tight pussy squeezing my fingers, princess…” Turning his hand that was inside you, he reached his thumb up to rub tight circles over your clit as he pressed arousal slick kisses along your stomach. “Come on, baby… gimme more of your taste… cum for me… soak my hand, baby…”

Removing his thumb from your clit despite your pitiful protesting whimper into your teddy bear’s fur, Eddie smirked as he leaned forward again and wrapped his lips around your throbbing bud. He flicked his tongue repeatedly over the bundle of nerves and rubbed his fingers deliberately against the spot inside of you to push you over the edge and your body knew better than to disobey the wants of your master. You squeezed his hand tightly as your climax slammed through you like a freight train; pussy clenching around Eddie’s fingers so tightly he could do little more than brush their tips along your walls to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible. “That’s it, princess-“ he cooed around your twitching clit in his mouth as he worked you through your orgasm- “good girl… so good for me.”

With a final suck to your clit that drew a wrecked whimper from you; Eddie pulled off carefully and withdrew his fingers from you as he lowered his head to lick up the flood of your cum that was spilling from your pulsating entrance. He moaned into your over stimulated pussy as he cleaned you up with his tongue and, after licking up every single drop of your taste, he sucked his fingers clean as he crawled back up your body.

“Hi-“ he whispered and smirked down at you as he gently extracted your teddy bear from the clutches of your teeth before tossing it to the side- “still with me, baby?”

“Mmmhmmm,” you mumbled, turning to burrow yourself in his chest but were stopped by his low groan when you brushed up against his, once again, more than interested cock. “Eddie?”

“Mmmm… ‘s… ‘s okay, princess… just… just ignore it… it’ll go away…” he grunted out through clenched teeth, reaching up to cup your cheek and run his thumb soothingly along your cheekbone as if you were the one in need of calming down. “It’ll go away, just gotta give me a minute.” Biting your lip, you slowly reached out to grip his shoulders and wrapped your leg up around his hips. “B- Baby, wha’?”

“It’s okay, Eddie-“ you breathed into the small space between your mouths as you tightened your leg around his waist to coax him closer- “let me take care of you.”

“I.. I don’t have a condom, princess… are you sure?“ he panted as you rocked your hips against his, letting his stiff dick rub along the spit slick lips of your pussy which forced him to hide his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder in order to suppress his groan of pleasure.

“Yes… yes, ‘m sure-“ you assured him between the hitches in your breath caused by the head of his cock pressing against your sensitive clit each time he rocked his hips- “it’s okay, Eddie… let me help you… I want this… just… just go slow…”

“I will… promise, baby… I love you,” he mumbled into the side of your neck as he clumsily notched his erection at your entrance and carefully pushed in. “Love you so… so much, baby… mmmm… not… not gonna take long…” he whimpered after only a handful of thrusts, each one causing the both of you to clutch tighter to each other as you fought to remain quiet in spite of the pleasure. “W… where do you-“

“Inside,” you whined, body practically vibrating with need as, amazingly, his uncoordinated thrusting still managed to bring you to the cusp of ecstasy and you turned your head to press your lips gracelessly against his. “Please… just stay inside, Eddie. I l-love you and I want… I want you to cum inside me.”

“Jesus… are you sure?” he groaned into your mouth before quickly backtracking when you sniffled and nodded your head vigorously as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. “Okay… okay, I can do that, baby-“ he promised, kissing you sloppily as he brought his hands up to encircle your waist as you felt his cock twitch deep within you- “shit… shit, gonna fill you up, baby… come on… cum with me.” As he kissed you harder to muffle both of your cries of pleasure, Eddie reached between your bodies to rub his thumb over your clit and bring you to orgasm with him.

Your legs squeezed around his hips as you felt him cum inside you and you whined pathetically into your shared kiss as your pussy spasmed around him in the throes of your own climax. It took both of you several minutes to come back down from your highs and when you did, Eddie moved to pull out, but you clutched him tighter, “stay inside… please… stay with me.”

“I will, princess-“ he breathed against your skin as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and then your temple before carefully rolling your bodies so you could settle comfortably against his chest as he reached up to your bed and tugged your comforter off to cover the both of you- “’m right here, baby. Not goin’ anywhere… not ever.”

[krejong]

Habe deinen Headcanon zu Karin und ihrer ersten Liebe zu ner Frau gelesen. 🥺☺️

Noooooow please give us your headcanon on Karin falling for someone (male or female) who returns her feelings! ✨✨✨

Hi, thank you for your ask and sorry this took forever (mea culpa) <3

(Before I begin, just so we’re clear I totally consider Karin to be bisexual, but as we got quite a bit of relationships with men from her in canon I don’t feel too bad about this headcanon being about her falling for a woman again.) 

So just timewise, I’d set this in the mid-2000s. Aaron was in and out of hospital when he was a young child (maybe his immune system wasn’t quite doing what it was supposed to do). Karin, meanwhile, was trying to juggle impromptu, emergency hospital visits with being the newbie at the police station (which basically means doing everyone’s grunt work on top of her own) and court hearings about child benefits because Aaron’s father couldn’t be bothered to pay them. When she met Nune for the first time, she hadn’t slept for about 35 hours straight, had been living on hospital food and takeaway, was wearing a shirt Aaron had stained with tomato sauce and markers, and had bitten her nails down to their beds. Her hair hadn’t been washed in God knows how long and her colleagues were on her ass about some lead that they felt hadn’t been properly followed through on even though she had done everything she possibly could and Karin was just so done. 

All of this explained why, instead of walking into a bathroom to have a (totally sane and safe) breakdown in, she had entered the wrong door and suddenly found herself in someone’s office. The woman who was in there must have been about her age, give or take a few years and her hospital badge had a rainbow-coloured lanyard. 

“Can I help you?” she had asked, understandably surprised, and Karin had really intended to say something about being in the wrong room and looking for the bathroom, and to turn right back around, but instead she had just stood there numbly, as if she were nailed to the ground. Her eyes burned, her throat hurt; all she wanted to do was cry, or, alternatively, sleep for one hundred hours. And then the woman had come closer to her and instead of asking her another question, had taken Karin in her arms. To everyone’s surprise—very much including Karin’s who does not like strangers touching her any more than necessary—she had just melted into the embrace and tried to breathe as the woman whispered reassurances in a language Karin didn’t speak. 

At some point Karin had pulled back and said something like: “I need to get back to Aaron— my son.” She’d left the woman standing there. She didn’t see her (she hadn’t even got her name) again until Aaron was discharged from the hospital a first time, rushed back to the hospital with pneumonia and re-discharged again. Karin was helping him with his lion backpack and Nune had been coming in for her shift. “Hello Aaron, I’m glad you're feeling better,” she’d said, kneeling to be at eye-height with him. “My name is Nune. I’m a friend of your mum’s.” 

And when Karin saw the way Nune looked at Aaron, she had got her number. 

Nune was a radiographer (MTRA) or something in that vein. She was very good with Aaron (on account of working in healthcare and also coming from a large family). She was warm and patient (even when Karin’s mental health was actively trying to sabotage Karin’s life) and was an avid boulderer. She and Karin were actually together for quite some time (we’re talking years); but then Karin had got promoted at the precinct and Nune decided to start studying to get her MD and they only ever saw each other in passing anymore. The problem was that they were both very passionate (about their jobs) and ambitious and in the end that was their downfall: neither of them was prepared to make enough allowances for their relationship to continue making sense. 

It was really hard on Aaron, too. He was still pretty young, so I don’t think Karin ever sat him down and explicitly told him that she and Nune were in a relationship but then they never hid it either. But, to him, from one day to the next, Nune stopped coming to their apartment to play pirates and draw silly pictures that made him laugh so hard, that he’d spouted milk out of his nose once, and he was really angry. Enough that Karin had to take him to family therapy a few times, and that helped settle him down a bit. Seeing as Karin and Nune’s split was relatively (yes, there was some shouting/grudge holding involved bc it’s almost impossible for there not to be) amicable, after the therapist visits, they worked something out so Aaron could still go over to Nune’s to spend some time with her, an arrangement which lasted for a year or three.

(Also yes this is almost the cop-nurse trope and I would say I’m sorry, but it just seemed to make sense for them.)

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 9

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: ThErE wAs OnLy OnE bEd!!!1!1!

Author’s Note: Like comment subscribe drink water do squats etc. Most importantly, enjoy the almost-spicy content! ;3

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“Oh my god,” I whisper. 

It’s 9 in the morning. I woke up wanting some water, but was stopped by two ivory arms wrapped around me. This isn’t happening. I peer over my shoulder and Seb is fast asleep, spooning me, looking as perfect as ever. 

“Oh my GOD, ” I this time silently mouth to myself. 

He moans — not like a sex moan, but still enough of a moan to do things to me — in his slumber, tightening his hold around my waist. Oh my god!!!

I suppose I have no choice but to accept my fate. I will simply never hydrate again. 

Feeling bold, I lay my hand on his, and trace the curves of his wrist and the light birthmarks on his forearms that I never noticed he was painted with. I finally get to see if his alleged tattoo is a tattoo or not. It is, and it’s a little semicolon. Fitting, considering what he’d shown me yesterday. 

I sink further into the bed, scooting back a little in the process, really soaking up this moment. I feel Seb shift behind me — shit, act asleep, (y/n)! I shut my eyes, and try to emulate a deep slumber with my breathing. 

“I know you’re awake, (y/n),” he taunts. My stomach does a flip at the sound of his morning rasp.

I fake an exaggerated snore, which earns me a light pinch on the side that I can’t help but laugh at. 

“Sorry,” I sigh, “you’re comfy…”

“Mhm... First my clothes, now my body ?!” He exaggerates fake-shock as I flip over to face him. “What else will you steal from me for your own pleasure, (y/l/n)?”

I observe him, my eyes dramatically roaming his face. I place my fingers underneath his chin, tilting my head and his around. Getting a better view of the specimen before me. Inspecting a precious jewel. He’s giggling, and it’s infectious. It's so fucking hard to keep up my facade right now. 

After much contemplation, I respond, “Your hair.”

“What? Why?” he asks, brows furrowed as he beams a smile.

“It’s super fluffy lookin’. Would make a good pillow.” 

Seb shrugs as he sits up to pop his back, while I roll onto mine. Morning breath, bedhead, and all, he’s still one of the most attractive people I’ve ever met. I can only imagine how crusty I look, on the other hand.

“Sorry about knocking out so fast last night,” I sheepishly apologize.

“Me too,” he follows. “I tried waiting until you stopped leaning on me to sneak out, but once 4ish came around, I nodded off.”

“Oh Yoba, I fell asleep on you?” 

He laughs, “It’s fine, I was just glad you were getting some rest after the tough day you had.” The butterflies in my tummy flutter at his concern. “Mom’s gonna be so annoying about this, though,” he groans as he stretches his arms over his head, subsequently rubbing his eyes. 

“Why? Is she not a fan of you sleeping out?”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “She hasn’t worried about my whereabouts in over a decade, probably.”

He flops back down next to me, and I shimmy onto my side to face him, blushing at how close we are once more.  Ha... I thought Sam hovering over me on the beach felt so scandalous , meanwhile I’m just comfortably bashful with this whole hunk a couple of inches away. 

“It’s kind of funny, uh…” he goes on, sighing and closing his eyes. “She’s been wanting to set us up.” 

“ O-oh?”

“Yeah…” He sighs, his lids opening to reveal the deep indigo orbs locking onto my (e/c) ones. “She thinks you’re really great, (y/n).”

I feel so frickin’ soft — Robin’s been so caring and helpful towards me. It’s just rad to know it was genuine, you know? Not just out of moral obligation or something… A shy smile creeps up on me.

“Which is why,” he sighs, propping himself up on his side, “she’s going to pester me for sleeping here. And why she thinks we would be a good match. Allegedly...” He shrugs and rolls his eyes teasingly during that last word. I spot the corner of his mouth twitching, underneath the light blush across his skin. 

“Who woulda thunk,” I respond quietly, reaching up to touch and admire his dark quartz — onyx, maybe? — gauges, “that I’d be such a hot commodity in the valley?” 

Seb tilts his head a little to let me get a better look at his piercings, his gaze honing back onto me once I lower my hand. “Of course. What else are all, like, 5 of us here going to do when a cute new girl shows up?” 

...Cute?

I lean up a little to match him, as my face contorts into a shit-eating grin. “Cute, huh?” I pair it with an annoying dance of my eyebrows.

Seb glares at me, a mischievous glint in his eye, and he pushes me back down to where I was. He scoots over a bit. I assume he’s about to crawl over me so he can get off the bed. Instead, he maneuvers himself on top of me. He softly “mhm”s, answering my question, his face is no more than 2 inches from mine.

Our noses almost touching, combined with the slight breeze of his breath on my lips, makes me shudder involuntarily. I feel a deep crimson forming on my face, as if I wasn’t easy enough to read already. 

Fuuuuck , this is hot… no! You gotta contain yourself, (y/n). He basically called me a bottom at the Egg Fest, but I want to be a power bottom, damnit! This is the time to Prove! Him! Wrong! 

Seb uses his thumb and forefinger to gently take hold of my chin, and slightly tilts my face to the side. As he does this, he lowers his head down further, his lips brushing my ear in the process. “You heard me, baby,” he basically purrs.

“B-baby?” I squeak, stunned.

I let out a shaky breath as I turn to goo beneath him. So much for being a power bottom. I feel him smile against my skin… and then he’s gone.  He makes his way to my bathroom, chuckling to himself. Cheeky little prick.

For a so-called shut-in, this man knows exactly what he’s doing. Luckily, my hands are under the blankets, so he couldn’t see me clinging to the sheets to distract myself from the heat forming between my legs.

I lay there for a sec, and realize that maybe I’m actually kind of mad about what he just did. Very aroused - I’d easily still let him have his way with me in that moment if he’d tried — but pissed . Dude almost definitely knows I have the hots for him, which is whatever. But… should I just let him take advantage of that? Am I being dramatic?

“What the fuck was that bro ?!” I shout before he can close the door. 

“What was what?” I hear a muffled Seb respond through the walls. I groan, loudly, trying to let the tingles in my legs die down before skulking over to him.

I wait against the wall of the shallow corridor connecting the bathroom with the kitchen. When Seb appears, I shove him into my previous spot — admittedly struggling more than I thought I would. For a twig, Seb is heavy and strong.

“Dude.” 

“Yeah, what’s up?” he coolly responds, staring down at me. His eyes tell me he knows his effect on me. Or, that he at least has some sort of effect, if not the correct one.

Suddenly, I can’t form words. Maybe I’m just reacting so strongly because I’m incredibly horny for this guy.

What am I doing?

We stand there for a moment, my hands firmly cupped onto his arms, my teeth gnawing at the inside of my cheek. We’re looking into each other’s eyes, neither of us knowing what in the fuck I was trying to accomplish here.

I groan a “nevermind” in agony and smack the wall next to him before locking myself in the bathroom to cool down. I hear him chuckle from the other side of the door and just shake it off. 

I almost forgot that I’m still wearing his clothes, and feel a little giddy at the sight until splashing some cold water on my face. After I have a pee, I turn on the shower, and brush my teeth while waiting for it to heat up. 

Maybe the sound of me showering will be enough of a tease to get my revenge? Like, oh Sebby, don’t you wish you could see me? You know, washing my body? Uh… nakedly???~

…No. Stop it you little freak.

I look at my dumbass self in the mirror, staring into my annoyed, defeated eyes. I groan again.

I wonder if getting off real quick would release this pent up, sexually induced anger.

Only one way to find out, I shrug to myself, stepping into the water.

__________________

It did help a little bit.

I walk back into the main room, wet and freshly combed hair falling down my back, cheeks still rosy from the orgasm and hot water combo. 

I’m wearing nothing but yesterday’s bra and panties, and it’s totally not because I want Seb to be as sexually frustrated as he made me. No, not at all. 

It’s just that I put his clothes into the washer already… and that possibly turning him on would be an added perk to not having brought a clean change of clothes to the bathroom with me.

He’s sitting at the edge of my bed, phone in one hand and Cannoli under the other. The sound of my closet opening prompts him to look up, and out of the corner of my eye I can see him watching me. I smirk when I notice the device fall out of his hand. I peer towards him as he picks it up, and when he locks onto me again, I narrow my eyes.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I say, directing my view back to my clothes. 

“ …Ok .”

“Wait what?”

When I turn back, he’s lowering his phone. That fucker actually did it. He looks so smug! I wish that I hated him.

“Y’know, Sebby , I had the impression that you were so nice and sweet. Truly spent most of my time in your care yesterday thinking about that,” I theatrically monologue to Seb as I turn away from him. I take off yesterday’s bra, and replace it with a dark gray replica of the tank top I wore yesterday, no bra underneath. We cannot be contained today. “Where the fuck did all that go? Hm?” I ask over my shoulder while flattening the hem of my shirt.

He shrugs, seeming satisfied with himself. “I could say the same to you,” he boasts, nodding to my half-naked body. 

I roll my eyes, “Don’t get your panties in a twist.” I yoink out a pair of ripped mom jeans, and wave them slightly in Seb’s direction. “I’ll be in pants in no time.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll let you in my pants.”

I snort a little while trying to hold back laughter. “Damn it,” I respond, both of us now snickering.

I pluck a fresh pair of panties at random, trying not to overthink things while a hot guy is watching my every move.

“Cute choice,” he notes.

“Fuck you.”

I’m about to head back to the bathroom to change, when he comes over and takes me by the hand.

“Hey,” Seb says softly, but sternly. I look up at him and furrow my brows, about to question him. Suddenly becoming conscious of just how exposed I am, I feel shrunken. Regardless of what he’s about to say, though, he’s visibly concerned. 

“I just wanted to say that I hope I didn’t cross any lines. Today or in the past. Make sure you tell me if I ever do, yeah?”

I don’t really know how to respond, it’s like a switch flipped. Feels as though he read my mind during my weird, horny internal debate.

When I don’t answer, he continues. “I meant what I said, when I called you cute, (y/n), don’t get me wrong,” he lets out a breathy laugh. “But I value you for so much more than your looks. And I don’t want to fuck anything up or make you feel uncomfortable just because I get… bold , from time to time, y’know? Just say the words, and I’ll lay off.”

I can’t help but just gaze at him in awe for a second while I process how gentle he’s being now. I smile and nod. 

“Thanks,” I look down at the pile of clothes in my arms bashfully.

He hums. “Now go put those on, you’re killing me.”

As if drawn by magnets, my gaze directs immediately to his crotch. 

Oh. 

Oh yes.

“ Bro , what the fuck!” he complains, covering the slight tent as I scurry away, fiendishly giggling to myself. 

As I’m putting on clothes, I remember that it’s Friday. I missed the past month or so of Saloon hang outs due to being balls deep in yard work after the first I attended. I want to go tonight, but I don’t want it to be weird. 

I opt to straighten my hair, so I at least look a little less messy than usual if I decide to have fun later. I don’t plan on sweating enough to need a re-shower, as I’m going to just spend today doing what I meant to do yesterday. It’s pretty sedentary work. 

While the iron heats up, I step out into the kitchen. I’m about to yell to Seb that I can make him some coffee if he wants it, but he’s already doing it himself. This feels so domestic, I love it. 

“Need any help?” I ask, startling him. I chuckle at his little jump. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Just finished.” Stepping toward me, he hands me a mug. This is the same one I gave him last night… I peer towards the sink and it’s empty of the coffee spinner and couple of spoons I’d left in there.

“D-did you wash my dishes?”

“While you were showering,” he nods. “It’s the least I could do, since I’ve been loitering here all morning,” he says matter-of-factly. “And night.” He winks after that part. Bastard.

I finally take the coffee, feeling a little tickled that he thinks he owes me anything.

“You didn’t have to, Seb.” I take a sip. For fuck’s sake, I should’ve known that this dark and edgy boy would like his coffee dark and edgy too. “I like havin’ ya around,” I choke out while reaching for the fridge.

“Not a fan of black coffee?” 

“Not in the slightest,” I chuckle, pouring some fresh milk – thanks again, Marnie! – into the mug. I open the cabinet above me for sugar, which is on the top shelf, and brace myself for the embarrassment of having to climb for it in front of someone. I lift my knee, and—

“Stop.”

That sounded so harsh, for no reason. Super hot, holy shit, but like… still harsh.

I look over my shoulder, annoyance clear on my face. “No?” I keep my knee propped up, ready to rebel. 

Seb takes a step forward, closing the small gap that was between us. He looks away for just a moment to put his own mug down beside me, simultaneously tapping the lifted thigh with his other set of knuckles. 

He’s giving me that look again. Same stare that he gave me during his weird shenanigan earlier this morning, except this time without the smirk.

I slowly lower my leg, hypnotized by his gaze and very clearly not rebelling. I’m totally flustered. He’s standing behind me, my back pressed against him for the second time today. He leans over me with ease to grab what I was reaching for. 

He drops the lidded bowl into my hand and looks at me expectantly. He hasn’t moved. He ensures he isn’t going to move by caging me in, his hands clamping to the edge of the countertop.

“Thanks, ya freak,” I mumble, trying not to enjoy whatever the fuck this is.

He’s still not moving. Or talking to me, apparently. Ok, cool. Whatever. That’s fine. I’m fine.

I pour a few teaspoons of sugar into my cup and put the lid back on. He takes it from me and puts it back, this time moving some things around to get it on a more easily accessible shelf. Stirring my coffee, I glare at him. He beams, gives me a frickin’ headpat — what is it with him and Sam patting my head?! — and walks away with his mug back in his grasp.

I follow him into the other room, noting but ignoring that my straightener is likely more than hot enough by now. He sits at the table in my only chair, sort of giving me the advantage…

Even if my standing height is barely above his sitting.

Either way, It’s over Anakin. I have the high ground.

Sebastiakin?

No. Sebastian.

Don’t make this worse, (y/n).

“Ok we gotta talk about something,” I announce, putting my mug down with one hand and slapping the wooden surface with the other.

“What’s up?” 

“Two things, actually,” I elaborate. “One, why’d you stop me from climbing? I do it without you around all the time, I don’t need help!” 

“Don’t want to watch you hurt yourself.”

“Again, I do it all the —“

“Don’t want to take the chance of watching you hurt yourself,” he corrects himself.

Fair, but I won’t voice that I think so. I just narrow my stare at him instead.

“Whatever. Two, why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” Seb smirks this time, but tries to hide it behind the mug that he’s lifting to his lips.

“You know what!” I whine, frankly exasperated from experiencing so much sexual tension today. He chuckles.

“Pfft, fine.” He puts down his much and leans his elbows on the table. “You’re easy to tease, and you’re adorable when you’re flustered.” How is he saying this so casually? “It’s just fun to get sort of cheeky with you, is all. Like I said, if you want me to stop...” Seb rests his chin on a closed fist as he gestures vaguely with his other hand, and waits for my response. 

Basically admitting that I enjoy his flirtatiousness, I close my eyes to mutter under my breath, “No, it’s… it’s fine.”

He laughs and shrugs, " There’s my little weirdo.” 

Totally gonna ignore that the use of “my” in his sentence made my heart go nuts…

“Oh, okay. So I’m a weirdo because I think this shit’s kinda fun, too?” I defend dryly, rolling my eyes. “That’s peachy, coming from the guy who thinks turning me on is, like, peak entertainment or whatever.”

He furrows his eyebrows and grins wickedly. Maniacally, even. I gulp. 

“(Y/n),” he growls, sending a chill down my spine. He shakes his head at me, eyes visibly darkening like some sort of fucking hellspawn. “I thought I was just embarrassing you.”

“Well, yeah, what do you mea— ”

“You just said it turns you on, yeah?”

…Fuck?

I suck in through my teeth, cringing at my own words coming back to bite me.

I don’t answer, unsure of how to. Even this is turning me on, how am I supposed to feel cozy after admitting that he’s been rattling my ovaries around all fucking day? Suddenly feeling shy again, I lean on the table, head in hands. Without seeing him, I can hear his evil snorts.

I look at him from where I am after a hot second, palms supporting my temple, still unsure of what to say. Seb is still waiting for me to rebuttal. He’s gnawing at his lower lip, not in a sexy way, but rather like he’s trying to stop himself from saying something snarky.

“My hair iron is probably ready,” I mumble before escaping the situation. 

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 6

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You deal with the aftermath of your decision.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: There’s a little bit of smut in here, not too filthy though I guess???

A/N: VOILA NO ANGST IN THIS CHAPTER, only tension teehee anyway I hope this doesn’t disappoint and I am looking forward to seeing everyone’s rage about this part lmfaoooo

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

The last time you lost sleep was back in your days at the university, when you were working on your thesis. And that was years ago so now that you were wide awake at two in the fucking morning, it was frustrating you.

What was even more frustrating was the fact that you were up because of a guy, and not just any guy— Bucky Barnes.

You didn't know whether you made the right decision of rejecting him like that, without even giving the relationship a damn chance. But you were right, weren't you? That making it official with courtship was going to make your corporate life a living hell.

Perhaps you were overthinking?

You groaned out loud and sat up on your bed, grabbing your phone from the night stand and opening up your messaging app.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean those things that I said.

Delete, delete, delete.

Can we talk again?

Delete, delete, delete.

I already miss you.

"Really, now?" you chuckled to yourself, albeit sarcastically.

When did you ever chase a guy? Never in you entire life did you put your walls down for a fucking guy. What would make Bucky an exception? Sure, he was rich as fuck and handsome as hell but those wouldn't give him an immunity from your pride.

Throwing your phone under your pillow, you decided to stand by your verdict about keeping things professional between you and Bucky.

-

The universe seemed to hate you because aside from losing sleep, you also forgot to set your alarms and now you were running late for the mancom meeting. You really had to confront Bucky like that a day before the meeting, huh?

By the time you reached the conference room, the meeting was already in progress. Heads turned to you upon your arrival, the entire room silent as you whispered your apologies. When you looked around, you realized that the only seat available was the one next to Bucky.

Great, just great!

You could feel his eyes on you as you carefully made your way towards him, mumbling another apology for your tardiness before sitting down. You knew how much Bucky hated it when people were late, whether for a meeting or for a rendezvous. The last time you were late, he denied you of your orgasm when he fingered you in his car.

Was he thinking of the same thing now? If not for last night's discussion, you would probably be bent down on his desk by lunch time. You cleared your throat and squeezed your legs uncomfortably, a gesture that Bucky noticed right off the bat.

You crossed your legs and focused your attention on the presentation until you noticed what Bucky was doing beside you. You tried to be discreet when you checked him out through your peripheral vision; he was leaning back against his seat with his legs wide apart. He seemed to be paying attention to the presentation but then he started stroking his chin in a certain way that made you remember all the times he did that whenever he had his eyes on you.

"Mister Barnes? What do you think about this suggestion?" the head of operations asked.

Bucky hummed lowly as he stroked his lower lip, nodding his head in approval before saying in a rough voice, "I like it."

"I like it."

"Like what?" you asked innocently, lifting a curious brow at Bucky when you entered his office one night in a tight fitting skirt with a slit that showed off the garter of your stockings.

You knew that it was going to drive Bucky insane if you walked around the office wearing something so teasing like that. To hell with the HR, you actually received a memo for wearing such at a workplace but whatever. The reward from Bucky would surely be more than enough to make this decision worth it.

"Playing coy now, are we?" Bucky asked, standing up from his seat and then walking over to you.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bucky." you teased.

Bucky smirked and kept his eyes on you when he knelt down in front of you, his rough palms sliding against the skin of your thighs before tugging at the edge of your stockings.

"I'll show you what I'm talking about." he said before he bunched up your skirt, licking a stripe against your lace-clad pussy.

You exhaled heavily at the memory and shook your head. Fuck no, you weren't going to give in! You weren't even sure whether Bucky was intentionally teasing you. Nope, definitely not giving in so easily.

-

You survived the entire day, despite being on the receiving end of Bucky's subtle teasing. That motherfucker was testing you alright, you were damn sure of it. He really went to the pantry during lunch, when you were washing your mug at the sink. And he had the audacity to stand behind you, pretending to be reaching for something from the cupboards.

Janet the snitch was there too! Thank fuck she was preoccupied with her salad and didn't notice when Bucky pressed his crotch against your ass, his breath fanning against your neck when he whispered "Excuse me." in that delicious, rough voice of his.

Thinking that you were finally free to head home, you started gathering your things until you received an e-mail from none other than Bucky. It was a little past seven in the evening already and you've submitted all your reports earlier. What does he want now?

Come see me in my office. Now.

Regards, Bucky Barnes

A surge of electricity coursed through your veins, your entire body going cold and you weren't sure whether you should be nervous or excited. Or aroused, even. You weren't going to lie but you sort of hoped that his e-mail contained another dick pic again, something to let you know that everything was fine between the two of you.

Who were you kidding though, you were the one who asked for this set-up.

You adjusted your skirt and went straight to the elevator, counting the seconds until it reached Bucky's floor. Every step you took towards his office felt heavier and heavier as you neared his door. What does he want?! You couldn't think of anything that he needed to talk to you about.

"Shit. Okay, bitch you got this." you mumbled to yourself before knocking.

Bucky didn't even tell you to come in, he just opened the door and left it ajar as he went back to his seat behind his desk. He seemed agitated but god did he look good. You really needed to get a grip of yourself.

"You need anything, Mister Barnes?" it felt strange to address him like that.

He heaved out a sigh and shrugged, "I'm very disappointed in this report." he said, slamming the folder on top of his desk before looking up at you.

"I don't understand. I followed every instruction and even included charts to make it easier to understand." you explained, slightly offended that he was questioning your hard work.

You worked hard on that report, and he knew how much. Was he power tripping you now?

"That's the thing, you followed every instruction. Sometimes you have to make certain changes, that doesn't mean it's automatically wrong as long as the outcome is the same." Bucky explained.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was insinuating something and you knew exactly what it was. You preferred not to focus on it and straightened up, trying to play it cool.

"I don't get it." you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

Bucky heaved out sigh, "Come take a look. I'll show you where you went wrong." he said, raising his eyebrow at you, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

Oh no. Oh fucking no. He was giving you the look. You tried not to falter and maintained your professional behavior. Slowly, you walked around his desk until you stood beside him.

"See this part? Too detailed, I don't need to know about this. I just want to see the results." Bucky explained casually.

"Another thing is the graph you made. It's good, but again, too many details. You see this?" Bucky asked, glancing up at you.

You squinted your eyes, not wanting to stand too close to Bucky. Even from where you were, his perfume was invading your senses. It reminded you of all the times that scent was all that you could smell, especially whenever Bucky was on top of you, fucking your brains out. Or whenever he took you from behind, his face buried into your neck and—

"Are you listening?" Bucky asked.

You cleared your throat, "Yes." you immediately responded.

"Here, take a look at what I'm talking about." Bucky said, casually placing a hand on the small of your back as you bent down to look at your report closely.

It's as if everything happened so fast. You were trying to see what Bucky was talking about when you heard his chair screech against the floor, followed by his strong hands gripping your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap.

You gasped out loud when you felt his hard cock against your ass. A slight whimper slipped past your lips when Bucky slightly moved, thrusting his hips upward while his hands on your waist kept you still.

"Bucky, fuck I..." you panted.

And then suddenly, the contact was gone and Bucky was pulling you away from him as he stood up. A shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he feigned innocence.

"I'm sorry, I totally forgot. We're supposed to be professional now. That's what you wanted, right?" he asked mockingly, shaking his head and then fixing his suit.

You stood there, gawking at him incredulously at the stunt that he just pulled on you. Did he really just...?

What the fuck?

"Anyway, I want the revised report by my table end of the day tomorrow." he said oh so casually, as if he didn't just pull you down to sit on his fucking lap while he had a damn erection.

He sat back down and continued with his shit as you stood there, disappointed (at yourself actually) and just feeling like a fucking fool.

"I can't believe you just did that." you softly said, turning around to leave.

"Just say you want me and this will all be over." Bucky said.

You looked back at him with a scowl and saw how smug he was staring at you. His lips curled up into a grin, eyes glinting with mischief. You wanted to kiss that fucking smirk off his face, maybe sit on it and ride it until he's out breath, until the skin on your inner thighs burned from how his scruff was scratching against it.

But again, you were too proud to do that.

"Thank you, Mister Barnes. I'll see you tomorrow."

-

What do you call it when a girl is left high and dry? Is there a female version for having blue balls? You needed to know because that was something you've been going through for two weeks now.

Two fucking weeks.

Since that night in Bucky's office, things have gotten worse for you. Bucky wanted you to give in first and damn, he was giving it his fucking all when it comes to making you cave. The man even texted you a shirtless photo of him at the gym. By accident, he said.

And here you thought that the both of you were going to be professional moving forward.

Bucky always teased you whenever he could, made sure that you'd be reminded of the times you spent together. Whether it was with how he spoke or looked at you, he was subtle but he went all out. One time during a meeting, Bucky started to play with his fucking mouse. His middle finger doing things to his scroll wheel, moving back and forth all the while he was staring at you with a sleazy grin.

As if you needed any more reminder how much his fingers felt so much better against your cunt as compared to your own.

-

Friday came quickly and you couldn't be more grateful for it. It had been very busy at the office and Bucky was edging you even without having the need to touch you. You needed a break from him, needed some time to yourself and rethink about the certain decisions you made.

You stood by the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor when Mark approached you.

"Been a hectic week huh?" he asked, adjusting the strap of his laptop bag on his shoulder.

You sighed, "Very hectic, thank goodness the week is over." you said with a chuckle.

"Any plans for the night?" Mark asked, turning to you.

You shook your head, "Not really. You?"

Mark smiled widely at you, "No plans either. But I do remember you owe me a night at the bar." he reminded you.

You mentally facepalmed because fuck, you totally forgot about that. Mark wasn't so bad actually, he was kind and seemed like a lot of fun to hang out with. You just...you just weren't attractive to him.

Maybe you should give it a try? Just to keep your mind off of Bucky even for a while. That man was driving you insane, honestly.

"Of course, yeah. I remember." you said with an awkward laugh.

"Do you want to go tonight?" he asked at the same time the elevator doors opened.

Lo and behold, Bucky Barnes was inside as well. Fucking hell.

"Mister Barnes." Mark greeted him before gesturing for you to step inside first.

You saw the look that Bucky gave both you and Mark. Suddenly, hanging out with Mark didn't seem like a good idea anymore. You prayed that Mark wouldn't bring it up anymore, at least, while Bucky was inside the elevator.

It felt like you were being ushered into the pits of hell when you stepped inside. Even with Mark's presence, you felt nervous being around Bucky. God knows what this man could do when provoked.

"Anyway, how about tonight?" Mark repeated his question, much to your dismay.

Bucky was standing behind the both of you and yet you could feel his eyes digging holes against the back of your head. He was waiting for your response.

"Come on, you promised me a date." Mark just had to imply.

Bucky coughed and Mark turned to him all of a sudden, "You ever been to the bar down the block, Mister Barnes?" he asked.

"Yes." Bucky curtly responded.

"They serve the best drinks, right? So come on, let me take you there. You won't regret it. What do you think, Mister Barnes?"

Mister Barnes will fucking whoop your ass, Mark, you thought to yourself. You suddenly started sweating bullets, feeling your armpits dampen beneath your blouse because jesus christ, was this really happening? You just wanted for the ground to swallow you up. Should you pretend to faint instead? Just to get out of this awkward situation?

"Yeah, a promise is a promise. Why don't you let Mike take you out tonight?" Bucky said, stepping in between you and Mark.

Mark made a face, "It's actually Mark, Mister Barnes."

Bucky though, kept his attention on you. His expression unreadable but his jaw was tensed. You were so fucked. And not in a good way. He was trying so hard to stay calm but when you glanced down, his hands were balled into fists.

"What do you say to that date with Martin?" Bucky asked again.

Mark lifted a finger, "Mark." he chimed in again.

"Yeah, whatever Michael." Bucky waved him off with his hand before turning back to you. "So, what do you say?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked past Bucky's shoulder to check on Mark, he didn't seem suspicious though. He looked hopeful, actually. But you pitied him because he just made it to Bucky's list of employees to keep an eye on. Aside from Janet, of course.

"I...um..." Fuck it.

"Yeah, okay. A date it is then." you awkwardly said, forcing out the driest laugh you ever produced in your entire life.

Mark excitedly pumped his fist in the air, "Great! Thank you, Mister Barnes. Guess she just needed a little push." he said.

Bucky feigned a smile and nodded, taking a step back from you. "A little push. Yeah, I guess so."

Finally, the elevators reached the ground floor and you were ready to sprint out of it when Bucky said his parting words.

"You enjoy your date with Marty now. Totally nothing unprofessional about dating a co-worker." Bucky told you and before the elevator doors closed, you saw the scowl that appeared on his face.

Shit.

"Mister Barnes is acting weird, don't you think?" Mark asked as the both of you walked out of the building.

You forced a smile and walked ahead of Mark, "Definitely not weird. You know what? I badly need a drink or two, an entire bottle of tequila maybe so let's just go now."

As if on cue, your phone buzzed and the message that showed up made you want to stop in the middle of the street, lay down on your back and await your demise.

You're playing a dangerous game. Well, two can play at that.

-

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[softsnzstuff]

Obsessed with content creator Steve! And very obsessed with his boyfriend trying to get him into bed! Now I’m imagining how Steve would react with Eddie as the sick one. Constantly leaving to check on his bf, noticing him in the chat and telling him to go to sleep, cutting the stream short to take care of him. The whole world is so cute.

Hi Anon! Sorry this has taken so long!!

****

“Thanks for joining the stream everyone! Nothing crazy today, just playing some Mario Kart to kill time.” Steve made eye contact with the camera and smiled before turning his attention back to the stream.

“Why aren’t you playing with Eddie?” One viewer asked in the comments.

Steve noticed the message and looked back to the camera, “Someone went and got himself sick. He’s just in the next room resting.”

A flow of heart reacts and comments came rushing in.

“Feel better Eddie!”

“Poor guy, maybe next week.”

One message in particular made Steve do a double take:

“Thanks for the comments guys, I’m okay. Be back soon. -E”

Steve paused the game and looked towards the other room and then looked into the camera, “Eddie get off my stream! You’re supposed to be resting.”

Through the livestream, a faint response could be heard, “I am resting! I’m just also watching you. That counts.”

“Man, I can’t do a stream if I know you’re not getting your rest.”

No response.

Steve looked at the chat - “Don’t worry your pretty little head about me. Everything’s fine. -E”

The younger man rolled his eyes, resuming the game. Viewers could see Steve’s screen. He was playing as Shy Guy in the lightweight pipe car.

“Watch out for that banana!!”

“Cmon, Harrington can’t come in second!”

“Only one lap left!”

In the background, faint but painful sounding coughs could be heard.

“Is that Eddie?? Is he okay?”

Steve sighed, “Yeah that’s Eds. Hang on guys I’ll be right back.”

Steve paused the game and got up once he finished lap 3. He walked into the next room where Eddie was sprawled on their couch, watching the livestream on his phone. He was rubbing his throat, wincing from the recent coughing jag.

“Here babe, take some more of this.” Steve picked up a bottle of cough medicine off the counter and handed it to his boyfriend.

“Thanks Stevie.” The older man rasped. “You didn’t have to pause your stream.”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah I did. You sound like shit, Munson. Wanna take care of you.”

“I can come sit in the room with you. So you know I’m resting?”

Steve nodded and retreated back to his gaming setup, putting the headphones back on. Eddie followed close behind, plopping himself on the futon in the background, barely visible.

“Eddie’s gonna sit in with us for the next race guys.” Steve smiled and flipped through the different course options. He settled on Luigi’s Mansion and queues up the race.

“Nxxt! H’nnnxt! NGT’chiew!” Eddie ducked into the collar of his shirt at the unexpected triple. He sniffled and then looked at Steve’s camera. “Sorry!”

Steve turned around, “Bless you, Eds.”

That was enough to set the chat off:

“Bless you!”

“Aw poor bb…”

Steve was halfway through lap two when Eddie started that god awful coughing again. Steve tried to turn around and look while keeping an eye on the race, concern visibly filling his chest.

Eddie cleared his throat once the fit had stopped. He noticed Steve’s backwards glances every now and then. “I’m fine Steve. You’re lucky I’m down for the count or I’d be whipping your ass at Mario Kart right now.”

Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head, focusing on finishing in first place. He had a turtle shell queued up and aimed perfectly to knock the NPC out of the running.

“YES!” Steve threw his hands in the air when he crossed the finish line.

In the background, Eddie exhaustedly pumped his fist in celebration, “Yay Steve!” He coughed, “Hissshiew! NG’tchiew! HAGT’schiew!”

“Bless you times three.” Steve turned back to the stream, “Alright everyone. This guys looking a little worse for wear. I think I’m gonna sign off and get him to bed.”

Steve said his sign off as final messages came in:

“Feel better soon! Get some rest!”

“Lots of fluids!!”

Eddie used both hands to blow a kiss at the camera as Steve shut down the stream.

“Alright Eddie, time for you to get some actual rest.” Steve helped him up by the elbow as Eddie scrubbed at his nose with the back of his hand.

“SnFF, yep soun’ds like a plan to m’be…”

[ssaakuraaa]

s t r a y k i d s R e a c t i o n

stray kids reaction to u wearing their hoodie

C H A N ::

u curled up in bed, drowning in the hoodie ur bf wore yesterday. a sigh escaped from ur lips, why were u feeling so sad? lately, the sheets of ur shared bed were left cold only w/ the lingering feeling of his warm presence. u closed ur eyes, trying to sleep despite the tears that were trying to spill from ur tired eyes. u heard the door open & slowly sat up. u saw him finally home. “hoodie stealer.” he whispered motioning u to take it off. “no!” u refused & moved further away from him. “why not? y/n, ur adorable but i need to wash it.” “no..” he sat down next to u & took ur hand in his. “y/n.” chan tried to make u look at him but u couldn’t. “the hoodies smell like u..” u pouted “ur never home & i miss u what am i supposed to do?” he felt his heart break. he threw his arms around u & u loved being in his embrace. u needed this, u needed him. “i’m so sorry. i promise u won’t need my hoodies from now on. i’ll be here.”

M I N H O ::

“my dear minho, what do u think about this?” u showed him the outfit u prepared for ur evening date. a simple dress with comfortable heels. u thought it was perfect, but ur bf thought otherwise. “u can’t go out like that.” he stated. this was the third outfit he refused & u were getting annoyed. “don’t look at me like that. it’s not my fault ur too beautiful. everyone would look at u.” u blushed at his sweet compliment. “fine!” after 5 minutes u opened the bathroom door showing him ur final masterpiece. his hoodie, only his hoodie. a smirk grew on his lips. “y/n, if u don’t change rn, i don’t think we’ll make it to the restaurant.” u avoided his gaze but took small steps towards him, feeling his stare on ur exposed legs. sitting on his lap, his hands rested on ur hips. “u know what? i like this way more than going to a restaurant.”

C H A N G B I N ::

y/n!” changbin yelled,surprised to see u in his room after he came back from practice. “oh my god, you’re wearing my hoodie.” he spread a smile on his lips. u wanted to get up but he just ran to u, laying himself on u & trapping u under him. “i can’t breathe!” he didn’t move an inch. he just laughed & hugged u even closer. “binnie.” “no. deal with it, u have to cuddle me now ur too cute. who gave u the right to be cuter than me.” he placed his face in ur neck & sighed. u hugged him back, ur fingers brushing thru his hair. “i luv when u wear my clothes.” he whispered “and why is that.” u asked. “it reminds me that ur mine.”

H Y U N J I N ::

hyunjin came back from dance practice only to see u lounging on the couch wearing his fav hoodie. he was exhausted & wasn’t in the mood for anything cheesy but maybe the view of u in his clothes made him softer than he thought. so, he just stared at u lovingly with his beautiful eyes as he leaned on the door frame & his heart melted when u cuddled into the couch & the hoodie. “why are u staring at me like that hyunjin?” u asked when u caught him staring. he smiled softly at u as he mumbled “u just look so good in my clothes.” by that compliment, u were blushing like crazy as u tried to hide ur face with the hoodie.

J I S U N G ::

u arrived at the dorms before the boys could come back from the studio. ur shirt was soaking wet, u didn’t expect it to rain. but now u had to borrow something from ur bf. u put on one of his hoodies. u were also hungry so u decided to make a snack. as u were, u didn’t even notice jisung sitting on one of the stools, watching u lovingly, a smile slowing blooming on his lips. u turned around so u could place the food on the counter but u almost had a heart attack. (loona-) “ji, don’t scare me like that!” “sorry babe. i didn’t want to disturb u. u looked so cute! how about u just wear my hoodies all the time?”

F E L I X ::

“YAAAAAH!” felix raged, making u squeal. “FELIX NO!” “Y/N, THIS IS THE THIRD HOODIE U STOLE FROM ME THIS WEEK.” “IM NOT GIVING THEM BACK.” u started running around the dorm, felix chasing after u. u tried to trick him into going into his room & closing the door, but he was faster than u thought & got in before u could close it. & this is how u got trapped in a room, by ur angry bf, alone w/ no one who can help u escape. “u can forgot it lix. ur never going to see them again.” ur breathing was heavy from running sm. “okay fine. what do u want in return?” he closed the distance between u 2, throwing his arms around ur body. “cuddles?” “deal.”

S E U N G M I N ::

u literally thought ur bf was in breakable. “please?” “no.” “pretty please?” “no.” “pleaseeeeeeeeeee?” “y/n, u have hoodies too!” “but they don’t smell like u.” a sigh escaped from his lips. he wasn’t expecting that & the fact that u looked so cute. ur lips moved into a pout as u played w/ ur fingers. “fine, u can stop pouting now!” he mumbled & u raised ur head only to be greeted by his hoodie flying in ur face. “u better give me cuddles after this.”

J E O N G I N ::

“WHOAAAA?!?!?!” u jumped when u heard ur bf enter the room & u were just confused. he looked happy & suffering at the same time. “jeonginie, are u ok?” u said, standing up from the couch so u could approach him. “WHY DO U LOOK SO CUTE?!?!?!” he yelled, which took u by surprise. “DONT U DARE APPROACH ME, WOMAN. NOT UNTIL U STOP BEING SO CUTE.” “i don’t think i can-?” “I DONT CARE WHAT U DO, U HAVE TO GEFJTSBJDJDVGAHJVB-“

[pastxlscorp]

Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.3)

Chapter III: Abidance

✿ Word Count: 3.2k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Hakkai POV, Y/N POV, Mitsuya POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, minor manga spoilers, slight angst

Awakening from his slumber, he found that the woman was no longer taking up space in his bed. He heaved a sigh of relief, only to, unfortunately, see a message from an unknown number on his phone saying “Text me when you’re free ;)” Ignoring the text, he found he had a message from Hakkai and remembered that he had abandoned him to sleep with that damn woman. However, Hakkai didn’t confront him about it, but instead acted as if nothing happened.

🗨️ Hakkai: Is the party still on for today? (Sent 2:00am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Yeah, sorry about yesterday. I wasn’t feeling my best, I should have let you know. (Sent 10:00am)

🗨️ Hakkai: No hard feelings. Ya feeling better now Taka-chan? (Sent 10:01am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Not really, but it’ll pass. What’d you end up doing yesterday after I left? (Sent 10:02am)

Picking up on the subtle curiosity of Mitsuya’s text, it became clear to Hakkai that he did see him with you. As much as he admired Mitsuya, the anger building inside of him got the best of him. Therefore, in response, he chose a reply that he knew would get Mitsuya boiling.

🗨️ Hakkai: Caught Y/N outside of your class, had a wonderful lunch with her! She’s so nice, Taka-chan! Why are ya so mean to her? (Sent 10:04am)

Vigorous fingers typed in reply.

🗨️ Mitsuya: Why the fuck were you hanging around that slut? She’s just gonna try and get in your pants. What did she say to you? (Sent 10:04am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Hakkai? Hello? (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Sorry Taka-chan, I’m back. She didn’t say nuthin bad, actually she was so sweet. She saw I was alone and we both had some tea together back at her place. Ended up sleeping over, I’m still here actually! (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: BACK AT HER PLACE? I told you, she’s just trying to get in your pants and you let her win! I can’t believe you let a whore like her win you over, Hakkai! Where the fuck is your brain? She probably was enjoying every minute of your sorry ass. (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Who said we slept together, Taka? (Sent 10:05am)

Silence enveloped the room.

🗨️ Mitsuya: Sorry… I just assumed that’s what you meant by sleeping over. (Sent 10:07am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Awh, it’s okie Taka, I know you were only looking out for me. (Sent 10:07am)

Absolutely, looking out for Hakkai. That’s what this was, that’s what he was doing. There couldn’t have been any other reason why he was so upset at the thought of you sleeping together. He was just being a good friend.

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┃ “Y/N!” the hoarse voice spoke to you, feeling the smooth cloth of his jacket pressed against your face as you bumped into him.

You looked up only to recognize Hakkai, kind thoughts flooding your mind, diminishing your anger stemming from your interaction with Mitsuya moments before. He grinned at you giddily, eyes relaxing any sort of tension left in your body. You slowly began to forget why you were mad and allowed yourself to indulge in his presence.

┃ “Good afternoon Hakkai! Waiting for Mitsuya?”

┃ “Mhm, you takin’ Designer 101 too, right?”

┃ “Yup! How come you aren’t taking it? You’re very fashionable, y’know?”

┃ “You’re too kind,” He giggled, his grin beginning to somehow grow wider on his cheeks as he raised his hand to pat your head.

┃ “I’m serious! Why don’t you join the class? It’s not too late, the second semester is about to start!” You eagerly pushed on, rejoicing in the positive energy he emitted.

┃ “ ‘m not really into making clothes, just showing them off...” He let out a hefty chuckle before getting cut off by you.

┃ “You don’t have to be good at making them! Some students choose to learn how to stylize different clothing and patterns, it’s all about the latest trends.”

┃ “Really?” He went silent for a few moments, smile morphing into a straight line as he contemplated your words carefully. Not to fret, as his smile quickly returned as he said: “Well then, might have to ask Taka-chan to help me sign up!”

You both shared a laugh and began to discuss the enrollment process in order for Hakkai to join the class-- if he were to drop another class, what class would he drop, or would he simply add it to his current schedule? While your conversation was nothing more than an innocent developing friendship, unbeknownst to you, Mitsuya had witnessed it all and declared it once more another betrayal. You were such a slut, flirting with anyone and everyone. Irrationality began to consume him-- instead of seeing your interaction with Hakkai for what it truly was, a genuine developing friendship, his brain refused to comprehend your behavior with other men. He never got to the level of comfortability you had with Takemichi, and he had lost the sense of ease you had with him to Hakkai and god, god did it piss him off. Unfortunately for that kohai, she was just another doll for him to play with just until he could get your attention again. Even a single drop of your attention, your attachment, it was enough to drive him for weeks just to be able to be near you again. Your kind words squeezing his heart tighter and tighter the more you spoke, your laughter ringing in his ears at a corny joke he told you during club meetings, it enveloped him into infatuation which later developed into a larger feeling. Such a large feeling over the progressing months that when he began bullying you, when your lack of presence and absences during meetings began to grow, an emptiness began to root in his heart, waiting for you to touch it once more and let it grow.

He could go on and on listing things about you-- the way he loved your sense of fashion, the way he loved your sense of humor, your compassion to helping others, your intellect that allowed you to read everyone like a book, everyone except him. Why couldn’t you see that he didn’t hate you? Oh, but that jealousy, the first time he’d admit that it was jealousy, it gripped him so tightly around his neck that it felt suffocating. Every shove, every clasp of your hand, your wrist, your chain, your chain, it made his heart shutter seeing that dead watery look in your eye, but your attention was like a drug that he just had to keep getting more of. It would never be enough to satisfy him, not until he could call you his and you would call him yours. He pitied using them, he really did, but he needed someone to satiate his needs. He was a womanizer, after all-- if one left he would just charm another into his bed. They all had high respect for Mitsuya, his intellect, his charm, his skill, and his kindness. Yet no matter how hard he tried, all those women, they were never you and they could never try and be you. He found that he no longer sought sex for his own pleasure anymore, but for your own, pretending so desperately that the one trembling out of pleasure beneath him was you. Imagining, no, fantasizing that he was making you happy and leaving you satisfied.

Upon seeing your interaction, he quickly left with his kohai for their own exchange, leaving Hakkai unfortunately confused as he waved you goodbye, patiently waiting for his friend to meet him. You were still on campus because you had taken additional extracurricular activities to build up your transcript to make up for your absences in Mitsuya’s Home-economics club. At first, you attempted to make it through the club meetings but he made every single one as unbearable as possible. The second semester, could it come any sooner? Hakkai, too focused on organizing his schedule with you previously, had failed to notice Mitsuya leaving with a woman. He waited, he waited, and he waited, coming to a good hour until he realized Mitsuya wouldn’t have left him waiting for this long without a heads up. He looked at his phone, expecting some sort of contact-- a phone call, a message, anything. All that awaited him was several unread messages from group chats and friends, none of them from Taka-chan. He sighed, placing his phone away just as he noticed your presence once more, planting a fake smile on his face to disguise his obvious disappointment. Unfortunately for him, his smile only instantly alerted you something was wrong.

┃ “Hakkai? Why are you still here, weren’t you supposed to be meeting Mitsuya?”

┃ His phony smile stood in place as tears began to fill his eyes. He croaked: “T-taka-chan left me. Do you think he’s mad at me for sumthin’, Y/N? I don’t ‘member doin’ anything.”

You instantly rushed over to comfort him, witnessing what appeared to be an intimidating giant become undone into a fragile teddy bear at the thought he had upset his best friend. Your disdain only kept growing for Mitsuya, first it was his lack of maturity during class, and now he had abandoned his best friend for whatever reason it was. Hakkai was a sweetheart, you couldn’t imagine what he may have done to upset someone. Therefore, you came to the conclusion Mitsuya had thrown a tantrum of sorts and took it out on him. It irked you, however, Mitsuya always remained respectful and loving to his best friend in addition to Yasuda-san, so you couldn’t help but raise your brow wondering what got him so upset for him to entirely ditch his friend. Pushing those thoughts aside, you placed all of your focus on bringing a smile back to Hakkai’s face, gently rubbing his back and placing your forehead against his temple as he crouched over in defeat. You desperately attempted to think of anything to cheer him up.

┃ “Ah, how about some tea?”

┃ “...Tea?”

┃ “Listen, I have absolutely no idea what you like and I want to calm you down so-”

┃ “Tea sounds good.” He said softly, a small smile returning to his face.

You escorted Hakkai comfortably back to your dorm, located on the east wing of the campus. Women and men could go to each other’s dorms, they just had gender-separated wings because it was just easier to contain the chaos if everyone was allowed to sleep with their girlfriend or boyfriend. The boys had their dormitory on the west side, thus you noticeably got some glances as you strolled with Hakkai. Mitsuya was always surrounded by Hakkai and Yasuda-san, so obviously most of your classmates were shocked to see you hanging out with his right-hand man. Were you both sleeping together? Ooh what a scandal (not). Although you didn’t mind the glanes too much, Hakkai on the other hand made sure to shoot down them all with a nasty side glare, quickly causing them to turn their cheek. It was a cute sight after all, seeing how you subconsciously had reached for his hand and began to rub gentle circles on it in order to ease him, which succeeded in doing so. Once you arrived at your dorm, you opened the door and gave him a show of jazz hands as you toured him around your dorm. Your dorm wasn’t the largest compared to his and Mitsuya’s dorm, which made him realize the privilege of not having a financially aided dorm. Your queen bed comfortably rested on the right side of the room, covered with a curtain and fairy lights on the wall behind it. Your desk was not too far away, maybe a good 15 feet across your bed, not too messy but not too neat. It was obvious you were working on something, as there were papers still out and scattered but the rest of the desk had the pens, pencils, and stapled papers sorted in a clean pile. Your pinboard was half-covered with your calendar, cluttered with small sticker reminders while the other half was your schedule, nicely decorated with washi tape sticking it to the board. Next to your bed was a wooden closet and you led him into the cramped kitchen that made him gasp, seeing how you make such a tight space so comfortable and presentable. You had a small glass coffee table in the middle, a small fridge cramped in the kitchen underneath a cupboard and next to a cabinet holding the sink on top. Next to that was a stove with a microwave on top, both color-coordinated black, contrasting the white of the room. You guided him over to the table and motioned for him to sit and he obediently did. Walking over to the countertop holding an old-school kettle, you used it to strain and brew the tea. Gleefully, you dropped a few ice cubes in his glass and carefully poured his tea and then your own, sitting across from him at the table. He took a sip of the tea you had placed in front of him, smiling not at the delightful taste but the awaiting face you had fixated, putting your hands under your chin waiting for a response.

┃ “This tea is delightful, thank you Y/N.” He said warmly and you basked in his praise.

┃ “Ah, sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the staring. I don’t… really get visitors. It’s nice to have someone over.” You replied, your face beginning to glow a light pink as your lips formed into a slight frown, embarrassed to admit how you had no friends.

┃ “Mm, I should be the one thankin’ you,” The softness in his voice made your crouched posture fix itself as you looked up to him. “You made me sum tea, opened me to your home, all ‘cuz I was sad and overthinkin’. You ain’t hafta do that, but you did anyway. I appreciate ya!” His iconic grin was now back where it belonged as his eyes glazed over you in pure adoration. You smiled in return, both returning to take a sip of your tea.

Hours passed and he was still at your house, you both gossiping and talking like old friends. You discussed your classmates, praising them and disapproving of the behavior of others. He began to confide in you about what he witnessed during his time as the second-division’s vice captain. You eagerly listened to him as he described to you his tales with his brother and his amazing sister Yuzuha, anything and everything was up for debate. At least, almost everything. Despite being the main reason he was so upset, you and Hakkai had not discussed Mitsuya’s treatment of you. He was mentioned in a few gang stories, but it seemed as if Hakkai was opting out of speaking about him out of respect for you. However, his head began to slump, implying he was tired. You grabbed your phone, which had been placed upside down on the coffee table, and looked at the time and saw it was well past midnight. You leaned over to rub Hakkai’s shoulder and you gasped when his head turned back upright, alert as if he just remembered something. Drunk on drowsiness, he began to speak:

┃ “Mmh, y’know Mitsuya used to talk about you a lot. Always went on about this pretty girl who was awfully sweet, really smart…” He trailed off, fighting off the sleep that clung desperately to his eyelids. “He never gave me a name but after club meetings when I woulds wait for him, he would tell me about his conversations. I always saw him looking at ya. What did ya do to make him so pissed off?” Although he had no malicious-intent in his questioning, it was enough to cause goosebumps all over your body.

┃ “I didn’t do anything, ‘kai. Really, nothing different happened that day. All of the sudden, the next day during his club he humiliated me in front of everyone and then made me stay after hours to yell at me even more.” You went silent for a moment, before your curiosity got the best of you and you questioned: “He used to talk about me? Are you sure?”

┃ Ignoring your question, he replied to your initial response. “You didn’t do anythin’ different at all that day?”

┃ You contemplated his question carefully, before realizing the one event that was an outlier to the rest. “I was waiting for my friend outside campus gates that day. He offered to wait with me but I insisted he didn’t, mainly because my friend had said Mitsuya wasn’t very fond of him so it was better if he didn’t see him.”

┃ “Who’s the friend?”

┃ “Hanagaki Takemichi.”

┃ The tired man in front of you took a full minute to process your sentence before bursting out and crying of laughter a few moments later. You looked at him, pure confusion coating your body as he continued to sob. Finally, after a few minutes, he wiped his eyes and sat back up, gleaming at you. “Well that’s your problem, Mitsuya fucking hates Takemichy. Probably spied on ya because he was worried, saw Takemichy, and boom-- he got jealous AHAHA!” He went back to crying of laughter, leaving you a few moments to yourself to process his words.

It was embarrassing to admit how Hakkai was half-asleep in front of you and somehow managed to put together your puzzle of confusion together months after said incident had happened, in under 20 minutes. However, you couldn’t find yourself disagreeing with his theory. Suddenly, Hakkai stopped laughing and looked up at you, all serious.

┃ “Now wait… that’s not funny! He’s been pushing ya around all the time just cuz he’s jealous of you being with other guys?! That’s fucked up! ‘M gonna beat his ass, Y/N! Just for you!”

You now began laughing, taking Hakkai’s hand in yours over the glass countertop and tapping it gently.

┃ “That won’t be necessary, ‘kai. How about we come up with a solution?”

┃ “My solution is beating his a-”

┃ “A non-physical solution.”

┃ He went silent for a few moments, looking away from you to the window to think. You could tell he thought of something when a smirk began to plaster itself on his face. “How about we test our theory?”

┃ “Elaborate.”

┃ “If that pain in my ass is done with whatever it is he’s doing, there was supposta be a party tomorrow. Not at our dorm, but our friend’s. You might have heard of him, Manjiro Sano?”

You responded with silence.

┃ “Mikey. The Invincible Mikey.”

┃ “Not ringing any bells.”

┃ “Brother of Emma Sano. Brother of Izana.”

┃ “Emma Sano is so nice!”

┃ “Captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang, Y/N.”

┃ “Oh.”

┃ “Point is, he’s having a party tomorrow. We could get some revenge, I bring you as my date~”

┃ “Won’t that make him angri-

┃ “That’s what revenge is.”

┃ “Why don’t I just talk with him?”

┃ “Has he tried talking to you?”

┃ “...no.”

┃ “I rest my case.”

Silence enveloped the room once more. It wasn’t an awkward silence, no, it was quite a comfortable silence actually as he patiently awaited your response and allowed you to process and think.

┃ “When is the party exactly?”

✿ tags: @haiq-trash @blackmysticalsimp @the2ndl @bren-heron @delicatejudgecopcowboy @skiwalkers

✿ a.n. // First of all, thank you so much for 102 followers <3 I appreciate the support being given to me! I would like to address one thing, however, please don't rush me to write! I've gotten very kind messages of support but others have been demanding more of me and it's important to remember that I have classes, chores, a social life, and many other things happening. I love writing but rushing me makes it unenjoyable and it won't be my best work. My goal for this ongoing fanfic is to post weekly. Just a little ted-talk there, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter though! I had such a fun time writing it :)

[lonely-lost-soul]

Little Fox

(C!Fundy x Reader)

Request 12: Hey if you're making a request, do you do c!Fundy? If so, can I get a Fundy x half fox shapeshifter!reader where fundy finds an injured full fox!reader, and takes her home to patch her up without knowing that she's a shifter ówò? Context, the reader can shift into three forms: full fox, half and half(fox legs, tail, ears, fangs), and fully human. Thank you have a blessed day!!!

Requested By: Anonymous

Moving away from L’manburg or what was once L’manburg was one of the best decisions Fundy has ever made. Did it get lonely from time to time, sure, but at least he was finally at peace. He was away from his ghost of a father and away from the drama of everyone else fighting and the looming sense of death that lingered over everyone that lived in the once-prosperous nation. It was quiet and he was happy to be left alone, well, mostly alone. There was one exception, a snow-white fox that trotted around his house from time to time, curious (e/c) watching him with intent. He had always felt a connection to foxes considering he was part fox, he hated seeing them hurt or starving or treated with disrespect, so he kept them around. However the white fox didn’t seem to pay him any mind other than silently watching and wandering around his home, he started placing food out for the fox. This went on for a few months until one night something felt off. Fundy kept glancing out the window, almost like he was expecting to see someone but no one popped up until he remembered his little buddy. He didn’t know why it sent him so on edge, it was just a random arctic fox maybe it was the way the food was left untouched or the pull he felt to go the woods, but he grabbed his coat and stepped into the forest.

The first thing he noticed was the small animal prints littering the snow, there seemed to be some sort of scuffle. Worry entered his veins and his ears pressed flat against his head, he journeyed deeper into the forest and noticed little droplets of blood. Fundy adjusted his hat nervously and followed the blood droplets, crumpled on the ground in front of his feet was a blood-stained fox. The once pure white coat of the fox was stained with red splotches a big gash was torn from its side, Fundy felt nauseous. The wind seemed to blow against his exposed ears, almost urging him to pick up the fox and take it home. He reached out and picked the fox up in his arms and held it close, the wind blew again, his eyes widened a little in surprise, the wind seemed to whisper a thank you.

Back at the house he laid the fox down on his couch and began to patch up her wounds. Hopefully, she wouldn’t attack him in the morning, be too freaked out, he wrapped the bandages around the wound stopping the flow of blood. He just prayed his foxy friend would be alive come the morning light. Fundy flicked the lights off and went to sleep in his bedroom, even though all the windows were shut and locked tight he still felt that odd breeze tickle the tufts of his ears. ‘Take good care of her’ it seemed to whisper, his heart thudded in his chest as he snuggled under the covers. The morning sun streamed through his windows, blinding the hybrid slightly, he groaned loudly and sat up in bed. He ran his sharp nails through his hair tussling it a little bit, trying to calm the rat’s nest down. As snapped to consciousness fully when he noticed footsteps coming from his living room, very human-sounding footsteps. Fundy tensed and hopped out of bed storming into the room, a dagger in hand. He let out a startled shriek seeing a beautiful half-naked young woman standing in the middle of the room. However, he couldn’t even focus on that, he was more focused on the snow-white fox ears that sat atop her head, the fluffy tail behind her, and the fox-like legs.

She was like him.

“Fundy right?” She sent him a crooked smile, sharp fangs very visible, making him feel all types of things. “Names, (Y/n) and you saved my life last night.”

“You- Fox?! but- human-” His hands tangled in his orange hair mentally trying to come to terms with the fact that he had probably saved a forest spirit. “No shirt!” he sputtered feeling soft hands take his own, he noticed a smile on her lips, their eyes locked together,

“I’m a shifter. A pleasure to officially meet you.” He felt you squeeze his palms and he swallowed thickly,

“Shifter?”

He watched you nod tail swishing from side to side, you were very happy to be talking to him it seemed, Fundy felt oddly honored. “I have three forms! Full fox, half fox, and fully human,” You explained holding up three fingers on your hand. “Usually full fox is easier but as you can see,” You motioned to the bandages covering your chest, “it’s not without risks.”

“Hold the phone you’re telling me the fox I’ve been feeding-”

“Yup! That was me!” You giggled as his cheeks went red, “I appreciated it.”

“I gave you dog food! I’m so sorry, oh my god!” He sputtered out completely mortified by the situation. You let out a roaring laugh, it was very reminiscent of that of a fox but he supposed that, that made sense. He watched you dip your head and nuzzle underneath his chin, once again he felt his entire face burn red, your ears were so soft, the fur tickling his chin.

“It’s okay, I didn’t eat any of that. Just pretended.” You reassured lifting your head to once again meet his eyes. “Soooo...you gonna tell me your name? Or should I just call you handsome?” He felt the blush spread down onto his neck,

Oh no, she was so cute.

“Fundy! I’m Fundy.” He nodded more stiffly than he wanted too suddenly very aware of how close the both of them were to one another. You blinked after a few minutes peaking around his shoulder, oh shit was his tail wagging? A bright smile spread across your cheeks “Laugh it up okay! Not every day I get to have a cute fox girl nuzzle against me alright!” Your ears fell flat against your head, he watched pink spread across your cheeks, score.

“Cute?” You meekly whispered you pulled away a little to grab at your tail shyly, “Thank you.”

He was going to die, you were going to be the death of him.

After that first encounter, you, the real you, had become a staple of his life. You had moved with him a few days after showing your more human form to the hybrid. You knew how to cook which made him swoon, it tasted divine, he was tired of being alone. You made him feel like he still had hope, you were his family now even after only knowing you for such a short amount of time. There was an odd sort of bond the two of you had, he was happy to have someone understand him, on a level that no one has ever been able to before, especially not his father. Days rolled into weeks and weeks turned into months, it was about eight months in when Fundy finally confessed to you.

You’d spent the day away from home, in your full fox form, saying you needed to stretch your legs and Fundy let you go. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a mess all day worrying about your well-being all day, he barely could get anything done, so when he saw your white fur streak through the trees that night he knew you were home. He ran out onto the stones of the path and called out your name, he watched your ears twitch and turned towards him. He felt his tail begin wagging ecstatically and he could see yours begin to do the same, you charged headfirst towards him shifting as you run, as you arrived he held out his arms and you jumped right on in them. He felt your arms wrap around his neck as he lifted you into the air. He spun you around as he laughed,

“I missed you, Dee!” You purred out happily leaning back a little bit in his arms, he still held you above the ground.

“I missed you too Dearheart,” Fundy whispered looking up at your sparkling eyes it was then, with your white fur shining in the moonlight that he realized he was in love with you. “(Y/n)?”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” You breathed out softly, cheeks pink, ears twitching, “I’d like that very much.”

So, he did.

Two years being together of being together was finally when Wilbur- or ghostbur- decided to visit his son. You were outside in the garden, tending to some of Fundy’s vegetables deadset on using some of the fresh ones to make soup for tonight. You were in your human form so you didn’t get your white fur covered in dirt, so you didn’t hear the ghost coming close to the house until he was leaning over your shoulder.

“Hello!”

You screamed like a little kit throwing your basket through the ghost who shivered at the foreign feeling.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” The ghost apologized adjusting the round glasses on his face. “I heard my son Fundy lives around here but I must be mistaken!”

“Are you...you’re Wilbur aren’t you?”

“Oh! You’ve heard of me! Was it my music, please say yes!” The ghost’s eyes seemed to sparkle with hope, he shrunk a little as he watched you shake your head, “oh…”

“I’m-”

“(Y/n)! I heard you scream, you alright?” Fundy peeked his head out the door eyes going big seeing his dead father standing beside you. Wilbur looked between the both of you before a tiny smirk spread across his face,

“Ohhhhhh, I see now.” Wilbur nodded watching his son’s face go red, “My little champion is all grown up! With a beautiful human to mind you!”

“Er...not exactly.” You mumbled, allowing your ears and tail to pop up from your head, Wilbur’s jaw dropped in shock and awe.

“She’s like you!” Wilbur gaped reaching up to touch your ears, you flinched a little, and Fundy snarled at his father. “Sorry, sorry,” He pulled his hand back with a sheepish smile Fundy finally walked over to the both of you, pushing you behind him only slightly.

“What’re you doing here dad?” His voice was gruffer than you’ve ever heard it, his tail was puffed up in a way you’ve never seen before from your boyfriend.

He was on edge.

Wilbur shuffled a little fumbling with a piece of something blue in his hands. “I just wanted to check up on my son. No one’s heard from you for a while we’re all getting a little worried. I love you so-”

“Dad.” He groaned pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose pinching it, “look. I appreciate you’re all worried but I’m happier here.”

“But you’re all alone out here! It’s not good for anyone’s health, especially not a young fox!”

“Excuse you?” Your eyes narrowed in offense, “I lived out here all my life.” You bristled in frustration, “I turned out fine.” Wilbur eyed you warily and Fundy squeezed your palm tightly, “I did!”

“I didn’t mean any offense. I’m just looking out for my son.”

“No offense but I think he can look after himself just fine.” You shot right back and Fundy covered up a surprised laugh, “So far so good. Plus he’s not alone, I’m with him.” You squeezed Fundy’s hand rather tightly, as Wilbur glanced at your intertwined hands.

“What she said.” Fundy nodded his head, “we have each other and that’s all we need. At least for right now. So try not to worry too much.” He waved his dad off, “Now if you don’t mind we have dinner to cook.” Wilbur gave a hesitant nod before turning back to look into your eyes,

“Don’t hurt him.”

“I don’t plan on it," You assured nodded your head you both had a brief staring contest before Wilbur said his official goodbyes and headed on his way. “I’m sorry,” Fundy watched your ears fall flat against your head.

“What for?” Fundy’s brows furrowed in concern, “He was being an ass, you had every right to defend yourself. Plus I hate him so.” He shrugged unbothered, “I love you though.” He pecked your cheek and you smiled shyly.

“I love you too Dee.” You spoke softly, pulling him close by his jacket, his tail began to wag enthusiastically.

“Kiss?”

“Kiss.” You nodded standing on your tiptoes to give him a long kiss, he purred tangling his fingers through your hair. You pulled away much too soon for his liking and let out a low whine, you giggled happily and peppered his face in light kisses. “Fundy?”

“Hm?”

“Let’s get married.”

“What?”

~~~

Next Up: Immortality and Nymphs Part II

[loousir]

[Oni] Stealing a Prince

Pirate Oni Male x Male Reader

Warnings: Smoochin, some desk pinning, the smallest sliver of booty grabbing, prince thieves, nothing bad really

Takumi

Masterlist

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Ugh... What..?

Where am I?

Panic suddenly coarsed through your body as you got up from what you assumed to be a bed. The blankets fell to the floor and you quickly looked around the room.

Wood everything...

Circle windows...

Blue outside the window...

Wait blue outside the window?!

You quickly went over to the window, nearly tripping on the blanket as you did.

"Blue outside the window..."

The door suddenly flung open. To reveal a slim man wearing loose, slightly torn clothes. "So ya are awake!" You glared at him. "Who the hell are you. And why am I here?" The man laughs. "Boss likes em' fistey!" He grabs you by the wrist and drags out out of the room.

"Hey! Let-go of me!" You tried to get out of his grasp but for being so thin he was WAY stronger than he looked. Once he pulled you out of the room, several eyes were staring at you. He still held on to your wrist when another crew member went and knocked on a door.

You still tried to get out of the man's grasp and away from prying eyes. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a tall and sturdy yet slim man wearing all black. He adorned a pure black pirate captains hat with a large black feather. You couldn't see his face at all and any skin was covered. You glared at the man and finally ripped your hand away from the one that held you, gently rubbing your sore wrist.

"Now now, Fisher, that's no way to treat our royal guest." He said, scolding who you would assume was the one holding on to you.

Why does he seem familiar...

That question was quickly answered. When he looked up to you. His golden eyes along with his cheeky smirk against that red skin of his. "Its been a while hasn't it?" You glared harshly at him. "Takumi..!" You ran over to him and practically jumped onto him, hugging him tightly.

He laughed and hugged you back, spinning you slightly. "I've missed you so damn much Takumi." You pulled back and looked up to his eyes. He smiled and looked to yours as well. "Sorry I didn't send a letter in advance. But I did promise I would steal you away." You shook your head slightly and rolled your eyes with a smile on your face.

Takumi removed his gloves and rested one of his hands on your cheek to which you leaned in to. Suddenly, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to look you in the eyes. "You stole me from the castle in the middle of the night." He smiles and rubs the back of his head. "I ah, may... Have?" You pushed him away and took a few steps away. "You fucking stole me in the middle of the night Takumi!?"

You looked back to him and he nods. "Well, I can't break promises... And plus your a heavy sleeper. You didn't wake up at all..." He mumbled out. A cough caught both yours and his attention, making both of you realize that his crew had just watched all that happened. You went over to Takumi and hid your face in his chest before he began explaining.

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After the short while that Takumi had explained the situation, the crew seemed to understand the situation they were in. "Takumi, can we talk in private?" Takumi nods and gently grabs your hand, taking you to the door he emerged from not too long ago. He closed the door and turned around to you sitting on his desk, facing him.

"Do you understand how much trouble we will be in when that sun comes up fully?" Takumi sighs and takes his hat off, setting it on a hat stand. His mid sized horns that were the same colour as his skin stood out against his short back hair. He took of his other glove as he continued to walk over to the desk. "I know full well how much trouble we'll be in my Prince." He sets both of his gloves down on the desk next to you before pinning you to the desk.

He had you between his arms as he leaned into you. "But I am fully prepared to take on the challenge of running from your naval fleet for years." He smiled and looked to your eyes. "Plus it helps I have someone oh so familiar with them." You smiled as well and pulled him into a kiss. He pressed himself into you and placed a hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You moaned into his mouth slightly as he grind his knee against you. Both of you pulled away for a moment of air.

"Takumi..."

He smiled and licked his lips. "I missed you so much. Ever since that day you helped me I've been falling deeper and deeper in love with you." He sighed and presses his face into the crook of your neck. "I can believe how much both of us have changed since our last meeting." Takumi breathed in your scent for a moment before kissing at your neck. "You have no clue how long I've waited for this. For us to finally be together. I know I might sound crazy but, I'm just so happy."

You smiled and hugged his head to your neck. "Takumi. I've never experienced someone like you." He pulls away to look at you with confusion, your hands rested wrapped around his neck. "Not in a bad way. I just... Love how different you are from everyone I've ever met. You captivated me the second I heard about you. Thank gods that guard couldn't keep his mouth shut around me. If it wasn't for him we never would of met."

---When They First Met--- (Past)

"Oh man, did you hear about that pirate kid that got caught trying to steal from the castle? What a wack! Who the hell in their right mind would try to steal from this place!"

"Idiot! Keep it down, you aren't supposed to be this loud in the middle of the night! Especially in front of the Prince's room..."

You heard the conversation from the other side of the door, you were about to sneak out anyway to go watch the night festival but this pirate kid seemed so much more, fun.

With a roll of your eyes, you checked the halls to make sure there was no surprise patrols before making your way down to the prison cells. There was a guard at the door but he was sleeping. You carefully snuck past him and looked around the cells for the pirate kid. You almost instantly noticed him. "Woah..." He looked up to you with scared yet fierce eyes. "What the hell do you want." His tongue was sharp. You didn't say anything and kept walking towards the cell he was in.

"Y-you're an Oni, right?" His eyes widened slightly before glaring. "Yeah? So what about it." You shook your head and leaned against the bars. "I've just... You're so... Woah..." He rolled his eyes again. "Is that all you can say? If you want to punish me or whatever then just do-" "No!" You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth and looked to the guard to see if they woke but fortunately they didn't. "Sorry I-" You looked back over to him to see he looked a bit shocked.

"I'm actually not supposed to be down here but when I heard that there was a pirate boy in our otherwise empty prison I was shocked. You have a lot of guts trying to steal from my family." His eyes widened and he crawled over to the iron bars. "Your family?!" You nodded. "Yeah. I'm the Prince." His jaw hung slack at your comment. You reached through the bars and closed his mouth. You could feel his face getting hot before pulling your hand away.

"As someone who had experienced it, having a fly land in your mouth is disgusting." His hand went to cover his mouth as he looked away. There was a moment of silence between you two when you decided to be a bit more ballsy than usual tonight. "Do you wanna go see the festival with me?" He looked back at you with eyes as wide as saucers. "And I promise I won't bring you back here once we're done. They won't ever know it was me who did it either. The guard will probably get punished but he's a... Uh..."

"A bitch?"

"Does that mean really rude, mean, and incredibly annoying?"

"Yes."

"Then y-yeah... A, b-bitch..."

The Oni boy smiled and you quietly snuck over to where the keys hung and found the one to unlock his cell. "Did I say a bad word?" You asked looking up to him. His face was shrouded in the moonlight, letting you see his bright golden eyes. "Words are only bad because people say they are. Bitch is a bAd WoRd." He said with a smile. You smiled as well and carefully grabbed his hand, leading him to put the keys back before whispering, "Stay close to me, ok?"

That night the two of you watched the festival in town with all the performers, lights, and just over all merriment.

"What's your name?" You asked, looking away from the fireworks to your new found companion. "Takumi." He said, looking to you as well with a smile. "I know you know my name but. I just want you to know me as (Y/n). Nothing more nothing less." Takumi smiled even more and tackled you into a hug, both of you giggling like school girls. Takumi pulled away and was hovering over you.

"Let's meet up here every festival." He said to you. "And I'll just say this now cause I know there will be one day when I stop showing up but... I promise I'll steal you away, and make you my co-captain."

---Present Time---

Takumi smiled and picked you up, holding just under your ass. He took you down a small set of stairs into a decently sized room. He laid you down on the bed before hovering over you. "Hey." He said, looking down into your (e/c) eyes. "Hi." You responded while putting a hand on his cheek, gently rubbing it with your thumb. You sighed and closed your eyes, getting comfortable in the bed before pulling Takumi down on top of you.

"Let's take a nap. I'm tired."

----- 1778 Maybe part 2

[poisoned-peppermint]

Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids. 

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons 

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out 

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Quackity: If I were dating you?  Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

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Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

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Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings. 

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

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Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

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Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

~~~~~~~~

Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

~~~~~~~

Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

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Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

~~~~~~

Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

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Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

~~~~~~~~

*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Bad: Frick-

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let me know if ya’ll want more <3

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

I Would Do Anything You Asked Me To

This was supposed to be finished for the #vicficwriterchallenge earlier this month but life got in the way. I liked the prompt and lil fic so I figured I’d post it anyway. This is my first fic in the fandom too x

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer thinks he can hear Y/N moaning his name through the walls. But he has to be imagining things.

Category: Sort of smut, sort of fluff, and a lil teensy bit angsty 

Warnings/Includes: smut, sexual language, voyerism, masturbation (both male and female), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed

Word count: 2000 words

Masterlist

There’s been tension for a while.

It’s been building steadily and slowly over the past few years. Spencer’s pretty sure it’s all been coming from his end though. Why would Y/N even give him a passing thought in a romantic context, she’d been his best friend from the jump, taken to him the second she’d joined the team. They had the same embarrassing sense of humor, the opposite taste in movies, and nothing but love for each other. But it was strictly platonic. So platonic that they’d bunk together in hotel rooms for most cases, staying up reading in side by side twin beds, or talking nonsense a little too late into the night given they always seemed to have such a long day ahead.

But lately things felt different.

One evening in Kansas Spencer thinks he can hear a faint moaning coming from the bathroom while he’s skimming through a hardback. The walls in this place are bordering on paper thin but he thinks that it sounds like moaning, muffled just a little by the hum of the shower running. When Y/N comes out, steam billowing behind her as she gently dries her hair with a towel, he thinks she looks flushed. He thinks it must just be from the hot air and doesn’t linger on the thought for long.

That is until the following week in Louisiana. The walls are a little thicker but the shower’s definitely not running this time. It’s been shut off for a few minutes when he hears the same breathy moans. And it’s unmistakable when he hears his own name tumbling from her lips, the way she always says it, just, different. When she emerges this time he’s staring her down, without really meaning to.

“Did you call me?” he asks, puzzled. She shakes her head, pulling a confused expression, but the tips of her ears start to glow pink, matching the strap of her bra that he can see falling down her shoulder. God he wishes he hadn’t noticed that.

The next time it happens is markedly different.

It’s in Texas, and Spencer gets to the room late. Not by a lot, but longer than he’d like. One of the officers at the station had some follow up questions that kept him lagging behind the rest of the team. All he wanted in the world was to collapse straight into bed and try and string together at least a few hours of sleep. It’s late so he opens the heavy fire door as gently as he can, pushing it closed behind him softly. He doesn’t want to wake Y/N but it becomes increasingly apparent that there’s no fear of that.

He thinks he can hear her voice, calling out for him, but when he rounds the corner that’s not the case. Y/N is splayed across her bed, legs spread with her hand buried between them. Sweet but filthy moans are falling from her softly parted lips, her eyes screwed shut with intensity as her fingers worked inside of her.

“Fuck” Spencer whispers, it’s quiet and involuntary but he drops his bag on the ground without thinking about it and it lands with a thud. He ducks back around the corner before her eyes open but she stops immediately.

“Spence?” she calls out into what looks like an empty room, “Spence wait!”

“I’m just—” he swallows hard, “I’m gonna shower before I hit the hay” he’s aiming for nonchalance but it comes out somewhere between childish and awkward. If she responds he doesn’t hear, he’s locked the bathroom door behind him in a hurry, slumping against it.

Spencer wants to forget about it, or maybe he doesn’t. He’s carding through the memories as he lets the water trickle over him. Hearing his name echoing around his head just the way she’d moaned it twice now. His hand was braced against the cold tile while he stroked along his hard length, the images of Y/N spread completely across the bed not 2 feet from him with her fingers deep inside herself. Her head falling back against the pillows in ecstasy. He can’t help but think about what she’d been imagining herself.

It doesn’t happen for a while after that.

They hardly speak really, and thankfully for Spencer there’s no need to double up on rooms for a little while. Now he’s just got to get a hold of himself while he’s around her on cases, or in the office. Which wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t sit at the desk opposite him, or the seat next to him on flights. Or if her hair wasn’t so beautiful in the way it cascaded over her shoulders, or worse still, when she gathered it all to one side, exposing the planes of her neck to him while she worked.

Spencer was managing to keep his urges, and his feelings, mostly at bay. But really who was he kidding, they were bubbling just below the surface and they had been for far longer than this had been going on.

In Florida 3 weeks later they’re stuck sharing a room again. Hotch didn’t really give either of them an option this time anyway, why would he presume anything had changed between the two of them. And really it hadn’t, it had just become, awkward?

This became painstakingly clear as they walked into the room together.

“I’ll take this one?” Spencer half-asked as he dropped his go-bag by the edge of the bed nearest the window.

“I’m easy” Y/N responded, walking to the other and sitting on the edge of it, hands resting in her lap. “Spence?” she ventured, it tumbled out of her like a whisper, he almost missed it, so he pretended he did.

“Mind if I grab the first shower?” he asked, without waiting to hear for an answer he made his way into the bathroom. He washed the day off his skin, scrubbing against it harshly with the sad hotel soap out of frustration more than anything else. Y/N had been his best friend for so long, and these complicated feelings didn’t negate that. This friendship was invaluable to him but he’d be kidding himself if he promised he could shake these feelings for good. Everyone he’d ever dated, or thought about dating, no matter how flawless, just wasn’t her. They didn’t have her laugh, her smile, her kindness, the fire inside that she possessed was missing in everyone but her.

Every time she’d even made an allusion to a date with someone his stomach would sink. He wasn’t proud of that but it was true. His heart would ache at the thought of some other man getting to be with her, in any way at all. Of course Spencer and Y/N would go out for dinner, or a movie, or whatever on their days off, but once he was in the privacy of his own room later that evening he’d imagine where they could’ve ended up.

In his bed together, holding each other close. Maybe he’d place soft, sweet kisses all over her cheeks, peppering her neck and jaw with them first thing in the morning. Other times he’d think about how he’d grab her and pull her by her hips, letting his fingernails dig into them as he fucked her from behind, shaking the more precarious items off his desk.

This time however he was thinking about her in that damn hotel room again. Getting herself off and whimpering his name, like maybe she hoped that it wasn’t her fingers but him buried inside her.

When he finally left the bathroom he’d almost hoped she’d be asleep. And prayed that she wouldn’t care enough to ask him whatever question he’d dodged before heading in there. But Spencer had never been a lucky guy.

“Spence?” she called out again, soft and timid. Y/N was in a nightdress, it was small and satin and baby pink, and his shoulders tensed at the sight. He was distracted enough to forget that she was perched, legs crossed, in the centre of his bed.

“Y/N, I’m by the window” he had to force the words out of his ever so slowly closing throat.

“Spence!” she called yet again, harsher this time, trying to get his full attention.

“What!?” it came out a little louder, a little meaner than he meant it to. It was just misplaced frustration. Frustration with himself, with the whole situation, but never at her.

“Sorry Y/N” he breathed, letting his eyes drift closed in a effort to calm his nerves.

“It’s alright” she soothes, bringing herself up to her knees so she can move closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to Spencer. She’s still shorter than him even perched up like this, and he's trying desperately to ignore the way he can just about see down her nightdress with the way she’s kneeling.

“Spencer.” she states his name calmly, “If I had—” she cuts herself off, taking in an unsteady breath. It doesn’t look like it helps all that much. She reaches out to him but pulls back before she can really make any physical contact. Torn.

“Fuck it” she huffs and looks up to make direct eye contact with him now, unwavering, and he’s got no idea where her bravery’s come from all of a sudden, and really neither does she. “That night in Houston” she breaks for just a second, “If I’d asked you to stay, would you?” her eyes remain fixed on his, waiting for a reply that’s stuck deep in his throat.

“Y/N, I—” he shakes his head, “What are you asking?”

Her head falls to the side in a universal gesture for ‘are you kidding me?’

“You know what I’m asking Spencer, I was calling for you, trying” her eyes screw shut as she pinches the bridge of her nose “would you have stayed?” she looks up at him now, her eyes full of uncertainty and what he thinks could be sadness.

Spencer’d been a coward. He knew that already. He’d been a coward from the second he’d noticed these feelings for Y/N, scared that they’d damage their bond, or that she wouldn’t reciprocate. Because really he had no reason to believe anyone would return those sorts of feeling for him, least of all the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He could scarcely let himself imagine scenarios where she liked him, like that. But here she was, in the flesh, in a fucking satin nightgown offering herself to him. And apparently not for the first time.

Spencer knew he’d been silent for too long, and honestly he didn’t have a verbal answer he could give that wouldn’t be an entire fucking poem. So instead he grabbed her, a strong hand pulling her face to his to engulf her lips in a kiss. Rougher than he probably mean it, his teeth almost clashing with her own as their mouths opened for one another, tongues delving in deeper exploring and working against the other. He could feel the tiny moans she let out vibrating against his lips only encouraging him to prolong the kiss for as long as he could, breathing deeply thorough his nose in the hopes that maybe he’d never have to remove his lips from hers ever again. But Y/N knew better, pulling away gently to look straight into Spencer’s glimmering eyes.

“Would you?” she asks once again, her pout is flushed and almost swollen and he catalogues that image so that he can remember it forever.

“I would do anything you asked me to” It escapes him without thought, and it’s true. And it’s the best he can do right now without pouring out his entire heart and soul in this stupid hotel room.

Masterlist

[takamishinko]

Hey, I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could write a small drabble with either Iida or Endeavor comforting a male reader who’s having a bad day that’s all

yes you can, infact make it a double i gotchu with both ✌

endeavor (enji todoroki) and iida tenya comfort for their boyfriend after a bad day drabble

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burning low:

it was a long day at work and you couldn't be more glad that the day was over. as soon as you got home, a loud shout came from your boyfriend who was just casually resting in the bedroom.

"SHOTOO-" 

"hey enji…i'm home." 

"oh, welcome home y/n" 

before you could respond more to enji, you fell face first onto the ground, completely missing the bed you were supposed to fall on. 

"oh my god- are you ok dear?" enji said as he picked you up from the ground and put you down on the bed.

"fucking hell… just not my day. simply, not my day today." 

"you look exhausted, did something happen at work today? you usually aren't this tired after patrolling." 

"yah today was alright… nothing too hectic, i guess... if you exclude me accidentally running into a stop fire hydrant while chasing a villian, children playing around and letting the villain escape, my favorite bread store closing, my interns being busy today, and me having to take over hawks' shift because that stupid chicken is busy today." 

enji stared at you bluntly trying to process all the things you just said, not being able to tell if you were trying to be sarcastic. 

"that definitely does not sound like ‘nothing too hectic’ to me."

"ugh i know…today just can’t get any better can it." you said while rolling to your side on the bed. 

enji's neutral expression turned into a small frown, feeling bad he couldn't help you during patrol because it was his day off. your boyfriend wasn't the talkative type but instead proves his love to you through actions. he got up from the bed and grabbed your pajamas to change you into them. after that, enji gently put a blanket over you and layed down next to you, staring into your beautiful eyes, the ones that he fell for. 

enji definitely wasn't the best at comforting people so all he could think of at the moment was to pull you in for a tight hug.

"e-enji? are you ok?" you asked, surprised at the sudden embrace from your boyfriend.

"yah i'm alright, i just want you to know you did really well today. i'm so proud of you for doing all that by yourself today without anyone's help. i'm sorry i wasn't there to help you but i wish that i was. 

you felt a warm sensation in your heart after hearing these words from your boyfriend who is sought out to be cold and harsh by the public. 

"thank you enji…" you said as you gave him a small peck on the cheek, feeling his spiky moustache against your skin.

"please don't hesitate to tell me if anything is wrong. after all, i am the number 1 pro hero as of right now…if i can't even solve my own boyfriend's problems, how am I supposed to solve the world's problems?" 

you hugged enji tight, clinging onto his broad shoulders which gave you the ever so loved feeling of security. you also snuggled into enji's neck a little while placing another gentle kiss on his neck. 

"enji, i love you. thank you for being here for me, i really do appreciate it."

"i love you yoo y/n, sleep well dear."

_____

bad days:

you were resting in your dorm after a long day, classes and training had really drained you today and you did not have a single drop of energy to do anything else. the fact that all the things listed above went horrible did not help either. training was hellish today, you were working your ass off while some of your other classmates were just chilling around doing absolutely nothing. the lesson aizawa taught today was also extremely confusing and you understood probably barely a quarter of what you were supposed to learn today. 

while stressing about academics you thought about your boyfriend iida and how you might go ask him for help later. he's one of the best students in class afterall and he's always more than happy to help you, or anyone for that matter. 

speak of the devil, you heard a urgent knock on the door and you already knew who it was. the classic three quick knocks couldn't have been anyone else other than iida.

"y/n! are you busy at the moment?" 

"nope, not at all. doors open too you can come in if you want." you said with your face covered in a pillow.

"alright i'm coming in." 

tenya entered your room to find you laying lazily face down on your bed. usually your pretty excited to see him so he wondered if something was wrong. 

"y/n! you look tired, are you ok? do you want me to grab you some water or food? you haven't eaten yet have you. i can go get you something from the vending machine-"

not letting iida finish his sentence you sat up and pulled iida in for a hug. 

"thank you iida but… if there's one thing that can make me feel better it would be you." you said as you held your boyfriend tighter. 

iida was a pretty dense person but not dense enough to not even read what's happening right now. his boyfriend is clearly upset about something and wants relief. 

"don't worry y/n, i'm here for you. i'm not going anywhere." 

hearing those reassuring words made you loosen your grip a little and relax a bit.

"would you like to tell me what's wrong? i'm here to listen." your boyfriend as he held your shoulders and stared into your eyes. 

reluctantly, you told iida about the things that's been bothering you. the entire time he sat there listening to you not distracted a single bit. 

"training was absolutely exhausting today…we were the group that has to work today and aizawa did not leave a single shred of mercy." 

iida nodded his head as he continued to listen to you talk about your head. 

"which reminds me actually, i barely got anything that aizawa said in class today. i was wondering if you could help me with it later if you had time."

"of course i can! i understood the material today, it definitely was a little bit tricky but i can still help you with it no problem." 

a gentle smile appeared on your face after hearing your boyfriend's kind words. he might not be the most romantic at all but he sure knows how to make you feel better. 

"more importantly y/n… i want you to know how proud of you i am! you survived all that today and you still have that beautiful smile on your face. everyone has bad days and today might have been one of those for you. however i guarantee you bad days won't last! not if i'm here with you. i, iida tenya, will make my boyfriend, y/n, l/n the happiest he can be to the best of my ability, i promise." 

"thanks tenya… i really couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend than you y'know that?" you said as you held onto iida's hand, making him blush a little. 

"s-same here. now! let's help you with that homework!" 

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 8 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Chapter 8 is here!

Title: Succession Chapter 8

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, OC

Rating: R for language and explicit gore (may be triggering with the descriptions of the bodies in the factory)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter 8

The soft tugging of your wrists woke you from sleep.  You blinked rapidly and looked up to see Heisenberg removing the cuffs and setting them on the floor.

“What are you doing?” you asked, bringing your hands close to your body and rubbing your wrists.

“Sorry to wake you,” Heisenberg murmured, “but I’m going to work for a while downstairs...didn’t want you to be shackled to the bed the whole time.  Do you need to use the bathroom before I go?”

You nodded your head, realizing you were in need of the facilities.  Standing slowly to your feet, you padded to the door and walked across the way into the bathroom.  Once you relieved yourself, you washed your hands and made your way back to the room.

“I’ll be down there for several hours,” Heisenberg said as he rinsed his hands in the sink, “I’ll probably skip lunch.  Help yourself to whatever is in the refrigerator.”

You thanked him and curled back up under the covers.  You couldn’t believe it, but this fucked-up picture of domesticity was starting to grow on you.  Last night’s dinner outside at sunset was quite pleasant.  Heisenberg didn’t talk much aside from the occasional grunt or nod if you said anything.  It seemed that something was weighing on his mind.  And when you asked him what he had been working on at his desk a few hours earlier, he once again told you to mind your business.

Heisenberg put on his hat, sunglasses, and trenchcoat and left without another word, closing the door behind him.

You fell asleep for another three hours before finally waking up and looking over at his clock on his nightstand.  The time read 11:46am.

Rising from the bed, you cooked yourself some breakfast and filled a mug full of water.  You ate leisurely and leafed through a fashion magazine that had been stuffed into one of the suitcases Heisenberg had brought from the crash site.  

Once you were finished with your plates, you washed them in the sink and put them away.  You had made up your mind that you were going to shower.  You hadn’t washed since Heisenberg brought you here and it was creeping up on day three...or was it day four...five maybe?  Either way, you needed to wash.

You gathered your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and sponge.  You also reached for your razor and shaving cream.  It had been several days since you shaved your legs and you wanted to be clean and smooth...just in case…

No, you thought, not because of Heisenberg!  But because I want to get back to feeling normal again!

There were a couple of towels hanging over the windowed walls of the shower, no doubt used by Heisenberg himself.  You made a mental note to ask him for towels of your own when he got back…

Then it occurred to you.  When he left, he closed the door, but you didn’t hear the loud click that his key usually made in the lock...

He didn’t lock the door.

*

As you shaved and showered, you mentally weighed the pros and cons of whether or not you should leave Heisenberg’s living quarters.  He had never not locked the door.  Maybe whatever work he had planned was at the forefront of his mind and he had simply forgotten to lock the door.  Or maybe, just as he trusted you to go back and forth from the bathroom without him keeping watch over you, maybe he was starting to trust you not to leave the room.

The monotony of the room was starting to become boring...perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to walk around and stretch your legs.

You put on a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, socks, and sneakers. Promising yourself that you wouldn’t walk too far, you opened the door quietly and peeked out into the hallway, looking right and left.  Heisenberg wasn’t in the vicinity.  The usual sounds of the factory rang out in the distance.  You strained your hearing to listen for footsteps.  Except for you, the area was empty.

Pushing the door all the way open, you stepped out into the hall.  You walked down the hallway, making sure to keep your steps light and quiet.  The pounding of your pulse was ringing in your ears and you were terrified of Heisenberg finding you outside of his living quarters.   He would not be happy with you if he could see you at that moment.

You walked to a closed door and opened it to see the suspended walkway you had run across on your first day.  The noises were louder as you looked out among the metal, chains, steam, and rotating bodies.  A large body of water was several feet below you.  You stood there for a minute and looked all around, afraid that Heisenberg would be nearby and see you on the walkway.

The coast was clear.  You quickened your pace as you walked, making sure to tiptoe.  You reached the door on the other side, pushing it open.

This was uncharted territory. You didn’t know what was around the corner and made a mental note of which way you turned, how many flights of stairs you went up and down, and factory signs.  The signs were written in Romanian, but you sounded them out in your head in hopes you would remember your way back.

Occasionally you would open a door or two along the way, poking your head in and scanning the rooms.  A part of you felt guilty...you were being invasive and nosy.  This was Heisenberg’s home and even though he was keeping you here against your will, you thought it unlikely that he would want you poking around in his factory.  You could picture him now:  his brows furrowing, his gloved hands balling into fists, and his mighty voice booming as he yelled at you to get back to his quarters.

Dear god, why did that turn you on?

You had descended stairs earlier and hadn’t seen another set in quite a while, so you assumed you were down in the dregs of the factory.  It started to feel warmer the further down you went.  Why wasn’t Heisenberg’s room down here instead of higher up where the cold slid in through the walls so effortlessly?

You turned a corner and came up to a heavy steel door that was slightly ajar.  Leaning forward, you peered down a dark hall...with bodies hanging along the right side.  “Oh my god…” you whispered.  You couldn’t tell whether they were alive or dead, but a gas mask sat over each of their mouths and they hung from a tight leather strap wrapped around the breastbone and up under their arms.  Their skin was pale and their eyes closed.

Keeping your back flat against the left side of the hallway, you quietly and slowly made your way across.  You counted in your head...one, two, three, four, five, six bodies spaced out along the hallway.  Was this part of the work that Heisenberg was doing around here?  You shook your head.  Why was he doing this?  What was he doing with all of these bodies?

Another steel door was at the end of the hall and you silently turned the knob and pushed it open.

Upon entering the large room, you gasped audibly, your eyes wide.  The place looked like a morgue.  Five steel tables sat in the room...with five more corpses lying on top of them.  They each looked recently dead, their skin not as pale as the men hanging in the hallway behind you.  Decomposition had not occured yet.  The bodies had various trauma to them.  One was missing an arm.  One had its left leg sewed on.  

The other three were fitted with a visor over their eyes.  They laid shirtless on the tables.  One was a woman, her bare breasts visible with a gaping hole in her chest where her heart was supposed to be.  She was clothed from the waist down in a uniform that looked familiar...she was wearing a flight attendant’s uniform.  Could this be one of the attendants from your plane???

The other two bodies had something different over their left chest.  A circular metal contraption was lodged inside.  “What the fuck…” you murmured softly, walking amongst the carnage.  You were beginning to think that maybe you should have stayed inside Heisenberg’s quarters.

A door was opened on the other side of the room.  You crept towards it and looked inside.  The room stretched out before you and you could see a steel wall in the middle, separating one section of the room from the other.  A steel table stood next to the edge of the wall and you saw that you would have to circle it to see what was on the other side.  Swallowing the growing anxiety in your throat, you stepped closer.  

You reached the table and the wall and leaned forward, peering into the room.  Your mouth dropped, your eyes widened, and you gasped loudly.

“Bruce???”

Bruce Williams sat in what looked like a dentist’s chair, his body slumped forward.  A visor, just like the ones the three bodies were fitted with in the previous room, was also sitting over his eyes.  Three or four tubes were hanging from the ceiling and plugged into different areas on his body.  But the worst thing was his arm...the forearm from the elbow down was missing...and what replaced it was an electric saw.

A tear rolled down your cheek.  Oh, god, Bruce, you thought, what happened to you?

Before you were able to put two and two together, there was movement behind Bruce’s body.  An open door was against the back wall and Heisenberg entered the room, both of his hands holding surgical tools.  He stopped in his tracks when he looked up and saw you standing before Bruce.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Heisenberg growled, “how did you get out of my room?”

Panic, disbelief, and terror surged through your body.  You found yourself mourning for Bruce all over again and being gripped with fear over being caught...but even greater, fury had begun to make your blood boil.

“What is this?!?!” you cried out shrilly, “what are you doing to him???  Bruce...he was seated next to me on the plane!!!  OH DEAR GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM???”  You took several steps back, your fingers gripping your hair.  This was not happening....this was not happening...you were dreaming again…

“Y/N, let me explain…” Heisenberg said, fastly approaching you, putting his tools down on the table.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!” you screamed, turning on your heels and running out of the room.  You ran into one of the bodies on the table, your body falling forward.  Your chin touched its cold skin and you let out another loud scream.

“Y/N, stop!” Heisenberg commanded.  You felt him behind you, his hands gripping your shoulders.  You yelped and whirled around, shoving his body away from you.  You ran for the exit just as one of the tables with a body flew out in front of you, blocking your path.

Adrenaline was pumping through you and you quickly ran around the table and out of the door.  You ran down the hallway, ignoring the hanging bodies, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Y/N!!” Heisenberg yelled as he ran after you.  You were in total flight mode and you couldn’t remember which way was up.  The little notes you had jotted in your memory were long gone and you had no idea how to get out of the factory.

As you turned a corner, you saw a large industrial lift.  You darted inside, gripping the sliding elevator door from above, and pulled it down shut.  Looking over at the buttons, you hit the UP arrow rapidly in pure panic.

Heisenberg ran full force at the door, his fingers wrapping around the wooden railings.  You screamed loudly, scrambling back against the other side of the lift, pressing your back against the wall.

“Y/N!!” Heisenberg shouted, “Y/N, STOP!!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!”

The elevator lift began to ascend, putting more and more space between you and Heisenberg.  You could hear him shaking the wooden railings, screaming your name over and over.  Looking upwards, you watched with growing impatience as the lift slowly made its way higher and higher until it stopped at the very top.

There was a metal door before you with thin railings.  You looked between them to see a small field surrounded by a barbed wire fence.  The metal door was shut tight.  You started to kick at the door and shove your shoulder against it, desperate for it to open.  After what felt like several moments, you shoved your body once again and the door flew open.  You spilled into the grass and looked around wildly.  Where could you go?  Where could you hide?

You looked to the left and saw a small section of fence that was rusted and pushed back, creating a space that would allow you to escape.  Running as fast as your legs could take you, you pushed at the wire and slithered your body through the hole.  Jagged edges snagged your skin and your clothes, but you were too fueled by panic to worry about scratches.

After clearing the fence, you jumped to your feet and ran towards the trees and the mountains, desperate to get as far away from Heisenberg as you could.