#and let me death grip his hand (enough for him to go damn girl why do you have more grip strength than me?)

[nightsfeelheavenly]

thinking about ghost silently letting you squeeze his hand as tight as physically possible on a plane because you’re nervous to fly

[persephone11110]

tummy hurts || j.seresin

tw:grooming,childhood trauma, emotional manipulation, past sexual abuse->child sexual abuse, self victim blaming-victim blaming (not jake) mentions of alcohol, past child neglect, the school system failed, jake calls reader goldie, Y/n hit Jake in chest a couple of times

summary:“Little girls like you aren’t loved”.Your head was laying on the pillow next to him, your naked bodies touching eachother, he loved you…you loved him.

IMPORTANT NOTE: this is a very sensitive topic so please tread carefully also please let me know if there should be more trigger warnings

AN: a fic born after falling into a PLL hole on tik tok and the title comes from Tummy Hurts- Renee Rapp. Also ngl the reason Ive on a break was bcus my fics were going downhill and sad as it is it hard watching other fics blow up and your can’t even make it to double digits within hours.

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THIS FIC IS ABOUT CHILD SEXUAL ABUSE/ SEXUAL ASSAULT, SELF& VICTIM BLAMING, AND CHILD NEGLECT

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“Sweetheart?” Jake asked slowly, unsure if his old man hearing was fucking with him. His voice dropped to a lower tone as more rage filled his chest.

Saturday nights were designated for you dine with your husband. A night were you and Jake catch up with each other, his aviation schedule and your college professor schedule was hard to work with.

You hated drinking more than one glass of wine as it always made your tongue loose. Somehow you managed to pour another glass it felt nice to let loose—what didn’t feel nice was your husband knowing how much dignity you didn’t have as a teenager.

“Goldie, you were how old” Jake grabs your hand, gently taking the glass out of your hand. Careful not talk to roughly. He watches as the color drains out of your face.

You were lucky enough to have a history teacher who didn’t give up on his students—especially not you.

Mr.Daniels, the best history teacher there was, he had goods and bad days. But who didn’t?

You and him bonded over the love of historical events. He didn’t tell you to stop talking or, to get the hell out. He would sit there with a warm smile listening to you go on and on about history.

You don’t how many times you’ve tried talking about your interests to mom and dad. And how many times they’ve stared at you with a blank face, or told you to go away.

But Mr. Edward Daniels didn’t. You had the privilege to call him Eddie when it was just the two alone inside the classroom after school hours.

He called you Y/n and you called him Eddie when you laid your mop of brown curls aganist his bare chest.

His blue sheets wrapped your naked body, the hickeys that riddled your stomach and hips.

“I was fifteen Jake”. you sighed dropping your hands into your lap. “He was a freshman history teacher—it was his first year teaching”.

“Y/n Collins”, he dropped a hand onto your shoulder, “I like the way you argue kid”.

“Fifteen, jesus”, Jake rubbed a hand over his face,“How come you never brought this up before sweetheart?”.

Not even a butcher knife could cut through the silence in the room.

Because you loved him. He gave you the love that no one else would.

“Its been over decade Jake…. times were different back then”. You said, chewing at the bottom of your lip. Your bouncy leg betrayed in how confident you sounded in your response.

“Doesn’t matter what decade were in you were a child and he was adult”. He softly glared at you, “His job was to protect and teach you about wars and he couldn’t even do that”.

You leaned back into couch wishing the damn thing would swallow you whole. Why’s Jake trying to make you seem like a victim—you aren’t one you and Eddie were lovers in the past.

Jake sat across from you he had a death grip on the beer bottle. “He loved me Jake, he was the first man to ever give me a chance of being loved”.

Jake felt the need to empty his stomach at the words that came from your mouth. He scooted closer to you, there wasn’t any space between the both of you anymore.“Was it just a one time?”.

You couldn’t look your own husband in the eye.

Jake would know how dirty his wife is.

Your silence was enough for him,“It wasn’t one time Y/n?”. Jake eyebrows furrowed,“Y/n whatever answer you give I hope you know I’d never shame or judge you”.

“We lasted for atleast for over year in half, before the school transfered him out of state”.

How long would It take me to find him and kill him.

Son of a bitch was transferred, he didn’t lose his teaching license.

“Goldie”,Jake calls your name gently—while grabbing your hands into his. “Look at me”.

You curled into yourself—Jake’s mad at you. “ Please don’t yell at me”. your voice hiccuped, you were begging him. You could handle anything but Jake Seresin yelling at you with so much anger and digust filled in his voice.

“Oh I could never blame you baby not now, not ever”. He gently cupped the side of your face, “I need you to understand how this isn’t your fault baby”. He moved around and positioned himself to make your foreheads touch eachother.

“Jake” you mumbled before you shoving your face into his neck. “I’m-”.

Jake shook his head at you he gently pulled from him,“Darlin i don’t wanna you even to think about apologizing to me”, He pressed a kiss into your cheek before speaking again.“The only one who deserves that is you, the adults around you should’ve looked out for you, your parents had one job and it was to just love you”.

You curled into yourself, you didn’t deserve Jakes love.

“Sweetheart i’m sorry for my rant here it just makes me angry that all those adults in your life and no one protected you, a innocent child who willed for love and attention from her parents”. You held onto Jake tightly afraid that in a split second he change his mind and leave you.

Your breathing became shaky and weak the hiccups got worse—your sobs got louder.

You weren’t a victim.

Jake Seresin didn’t know what he was talking about, your husband wasn’t there fifteen years ago.

He’s wrong-.

“Sweetheart”. Jake reached to grab you, “Y/n”.

Your arms become flailing, your were pretty sure your hands and Jakes chest connected atleast once or twice.

“Its okay Y/n, Its okay sweetheart”, Jake was finally able to get a grip on you—pulling your head ontop of his chest. “Shh baby, let it all out”.

“He hurt me so much Jake and nobody cared”, you sobbed.“When I finaly got the courage to tell my parents they looked at me and the first thing that came out their mouth was whore. “Y/n how much of whore do you have to be to sleep with a man well into his early forties?” -.

Jake wiped a tear from your face.“You got someone who cares Y/n, you have someone who loves you just as you are”. Jake sighed, would he be bad person if he took the nearest flight to his wife hometown and he beat old man to a pulp?

Bad man or good husband?, those lines tend to blur when the love of his life gets hurt.

“Baby just say the word me and the daggers can hop the earliest flight and kill a man, while Ice and Mav are our alibi’s”.

Jake catches a small smile breaking through—its small but he’ll take it . “Theres that smile that broke my pool winning streak”,Jake smiles into your shoulder.

“Thank you Jake for loving me, thank you for piecing back my broken pieces”. you murmured quietly, knowing that if you go another octave higher theres a chance that you’ll start crying again.

“Oh baby I should be thanking you, you trusted me with your heart— and Y/n you were always whole you just didn’t feel it”.

My tummy doesn’t hurt anymore.

[shitpostdevil]

Am I Allowed to Cry?

(((SatoSugu one shot)))

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

‘Why didn’t you chase him?’ 

The words echo in my mind, 

haunting me as I stare 

at the bare wall of my dorm room 

where photos used to stay. 

It was my responsibility as a jujutsu sorcerer 

to stop exactly what Suguru caused. 

His smile was so soft. 

He knew I wasn’t going to understand 

and he didn’t even try to convince me. 

He was always like that this last summer. 

Something in him changed after Amanai died. 

I’m pretty sure he had thought I was dead too 

from the look on his face 

when I walked into that room holding her corpse. 

I knew I had changed. 

Being on the brink of death will do that to a person. 

I grip my bedsheets, 

gritting my teeth at the tears 

that burned their way out of my eyes 

against my protest. 

All I remember after that is screaming 

until I heard Shoko’s voice.

“Give him space, 

get out of here! 

Gojo, hey, Gojo-”

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

Do we still talk? 

It would be unwise to indulge the answer to that. 

How they haven’t found me out yet? 

I have no idea. 

They must trust their golden boy enough 

to not assume that he would be 

in the bed of a criminal after long missions, 

dressing my wounds, 

always stretching out the time. 

He explained himself. 

Adopted two little girls- 

I can’t blame him for doing what he did, 

but I would never say that out loud. 

This world is… horrible. 

We know that better than anyone I suppose.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Staring at my phone screen, 

my scrolling through pointless pictures 

paused by his text; 

When are you coming over next? 

Simple, but he always did get straight to the point. 

My finger absent-mindedly twirls 

around the black cat phone charm that he got for me- 

something I had claimed I’d won in a random gacha pull, 

but I knew the truth and that’s all that mattered. 

Part of me needed him with me, 

even if I couldn’t admit it. 

I want to drop everything and run to him 

every 

damn 

time. 

Soon. I text back, 

locking my phone and letting my arm drop, 

painted fingertips grazing over sheets 

he will never see again.

I keep these longings locked

In lowercase, inside a vault

Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts

Only your actions talk

“How long are you going to do this, Gojo?” 

Shoko quizzes me, 

her face holds a touch of disapproval 

but not disappointment. 

I just look at her. 

Does she really expect me to give an answer for that? 

Until the day I die. 

I want to say. 

Want to scream.

I can’t even give an actual answer 

because all that would give is 

confirmation that I still see the ‘traitor’. 

She knows. 

She has to. 

She… saw how badly it broke me- 

feelings I never want to unleash again. 

“What are you talking about?” 

I finally ask, 

eyes begging her to drop it through sunglasses. 

She just pulls out her cigarette box silently, 

flipping the top open 

and holding it in my direction, offering. 

I take one.

These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me, we've already done it in my head

If it's make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

“S-Satoru~” 

His liquor soaked breath stutters in the dark 

as I work my art on him, 

messy kisses to the insides of his thighs, 

leaving marks that will only be known to us. 

His hands are tangled in my hair loosely, 

tightening every moment he feels good. 

He refuses to be quiet, 

but I couldn’t complain. 

“A God amongst men, 

and you’re begging for me.” 

I state breathlessly, 

smirking up at him. 

He just hums in pure amusement.

“You always were so cocky~” 

he chides, 

hips bucking when my lips find his leaking head.

“You were saying?” I ask.

“Mm-mmm~��� he says as he pushes my mouth onto his cock. 

I can’t help but give him what he wants.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Shoko notices the hickey I tried my hardest to cover 

almost immediately. 

Deny. 

Deny. 

Deny. 

“The girl I was with wasn’t really as careful as I asked her to be.” 

I bluffed, laughing. 

Her eyes questioned deeper, 

but not her voice. 

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly

I choose you and me religiously

“You know this can’t last forever Satoru.” He says. 

I clench my jaw. 

Of course I know that. 

Why did he feel the need to bring this up again? 

His hands are so gently painting my fingernails black. 

It was his way of being intimate without having to admit it. 

I secretly loved having any trace of him on me that I could get. 

I don’t want to respond to him, 

I just want to stay here, 

at this moment. 

Forever. 

I never wanted him to stop holding my hands so preciously.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

“At least curse at me a little at the very end.” 

His smile is still so soft even with blood everywhere. 

I just fall to my knees, 

eyes filled with traumas no one should have to see. 

“If I had noticed… 

If I saw how badly it destroyed you… 

would it have changed anything?” 

I’m speaking before I can think it through.

“Perhaps…” He coughs, breathing sharp, 

“But then again… probably not.” 

The tears are falling before I can stop them. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

I can't get my voice above a whisper.

“It’s not your fault, my one and only.” 

My one and only…

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

“Satoru.” 

The voice of a ghost speaks from behind me and I falter, 

if only for a moment. 

Suguru…? 

I turn. 

I’m trapped again, 

but this time it’s real. 

Is it really so bad to die if it’s at his hands? 

Horror written all over my face- 

that’s his body, but that isn’t him.

Am I allowed to cry?

My soul knows otherwise…

[dance-bones]

Insomnia

Merman!Risotto Nero×reader

Warning: The difference in height/first kiss or something like that

All the characters have come of age

Uh, sorry, I'm lazy person. So, I'll give you my old work, but it's may be good.

If you want any character, situation, au, let me know

Meow Meow something else.

A quiet, warm night enveloped the city. Waves washed over the walls built by people. Lampposts standing along the water illuminated a small part of its surface.

You walk in light, thin clothes, straight to the pier, although at this time of day, it would be better to be at home.

Your life is quite satisfactory. You have a family, friends, a job. In general, you are an ordinary person. So why do you want to go to the pier? The answer is simple. You have insomnia. You've tried many ways to fall asleep, but only one helps you. I have to go to the pier every time before going to bed to breathe in the sea air, listen to the beating of the waves on the wooden beams of the pier. In a word, to enjoy. And it helped. After 15-20 minutes of being on the pier, you were easily thrown into a dream.

And so, you're back on the pier. Walking to the edge, sitting down and dangling your legs, you begin to relax. After a hard day's work, it helps the best. From the noise of the waves, you inadvertently withdraw into yourself, which is actually a regular action. You often get lost in different thoughts and try to find some answers for yourself. And here again, you need to thank Pierce, because usually you don't have enough time to think.

It doesn't occur to you at such moments that you might be being watched. And not just from where, but actually from the water.

Your thoughts today were the legends of this city, or rather the main one - the mermaids. Yes, the residents of the city really claimed that there is a hybrid of a human and a marine inhabitant in the sea.

But they were fairy tales for you. In your unprofessional opinion, mermaids were a kind of way to scare children away from the water. That's right. No one wants their child to drown or get hurt in any way..

Your feet were hanging off the edge of the pier, almost touching the water, while you were deep in thought.

Suddenly, you feel something wrapping around your ankle. It was something cold, wet, and damn strong. You were sure of that. Quickly raising your head, you saw something unthinkable in front of you.

A rather large hand, compared to yours, holds your ankle in an almost death grip. If you look closely, you can see the webbing between your fingers. Your eyes widen when your head appears out of the water, and then a small part of your guest's very large body.

Or rather, you were the guest. After all, this creature was a mermaid, and the sea was his home.

You managed to look at it a little, fortunately there was a lantern nearby that illuminated at least some part of the pier.

A giant mermaid appeared before your eyes. From his fin on his back, his coloring, as well as the sharp teeth that you saw from his slightly open mouth, it became clear that he was a shark. His body was coming out of the water and it seemed to be huge, maybe 5-6 meters. And oh my God, what stood out most about him were the red eyes watching you through wet, ashen hair.

The shark man was looking at you, holding your ankle and smiling.

"Hi," he said, still looking at you. Something in his gaze hinted to you that he was evaluating you and maybe planning to eat you.

"Good evening, sir," you mumbled, trying to stay calm. You were a little scared that you might become the dinner of a giant fish.

The merman tilted his head at your feet, making you tense up. He was still holding your ankle.

- "Shh, don't be nervous, little one."- He whispered and jumped back.

Did he call you a little one? It was logical according to his concepts. The shark Man was bigger than you and he had every right to call you tiny compared to him.

- "Tell me, what is such a tiny human girl doing here at night, huh?"- his gaze slides over your body while he waits for an answer.

- "Oh, I have insomnia, and the noise of the sea and the sea air help to cope with it. That's why I come here before going to bed."

You're being honest with him, hoping he'll think it's a good answer.

- "Mmm, does such a sweet treat come to me by itself? How wonderful.." He's smiling, showing you his sharp teeth.

You're getting nervous. He's probably being honest with you about his desires, too. The mermaid rests on the part of the tail where, according to your assumption, people should have knees, and pulls himself up onto the pier. He quickly pulls you to him, laying you on your back. Your pupils constrict when he hunches over to lean towards you. Despite the cold of his body, his breath is hotter. You begin to breathe shallowly and raggedly while salt water drips from his body onto you.

Does he seem to notice this and start purring? Maybe the merman is trying to calm you down, just a little bit, but the realization that he wants to eat you makes it creepy.

- "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to eat you, little one. Definitely not in that sense..." He says the latter almost silently.

It makes you calm down a bit, but it's still not enough.

- "Then what do you want?"

His pupils are narrowing like a predator's, which is exactly what he is. He smiles at you again, leaning closer.

- "Just to get to know each other." He continues to make a low purr. He looks extremely curious and interested in you.

- "What's your name, little one?"- he gently releases your ankle and puts his big hand on your head, knowing that you are ready to move. He strokes the top of your head, enjoying the softness of your hair. With his other hand, he leans on the planks of the pier so as not to crush you.

- "Y/n, sir..."- you answer him with a little hesitation. All this makes you feel embarrassed.

- "Y/n..."- the mermaid repeats your name several times, memorizing it.

"What's your name, sir?"

He's looking at you, obviously happy that you're interested in him.

"I'm Risotto Nero, little Y/n." he chuckles, pleased with your new nickname.

He looks at you, running his hand from the top of your head to your cheek, making you tremble slightly. He leans closer, inhaling the scent of your body.

"Your skin is so soft, and your scent is just wonderful.." He leans even closer. He likes your helplessness.

- "Risotto Nero..."- you gain courage, trying not to shake from his cold touches to your skin."if that's all, can I go home?" It's time for me to go to bed..

He grins at you, seeing that you're a little afraid, but finally takes his hand away.

- "Of course, but first.." He licks your lips quickly before plopping back into the water and disappearing under the pier.

You get up quickly and run home, feeling the salty taste on your lips. This cartilaginous fish stole your first kiss! If I may say so.

Returning home, you quickly take a shower, washing off all the salt water that he managed to spill on you, and go to bed.

But one thing is bothering you. Is he interested in you? Oh, it seems more than just interested. You're sure he wanted to take you right on the pier. You once studied shark behavior out of curiosity. And his action with laying you on your shoulder blades is very similar to the process of a mating ritual, when the task of the male is to lay the female on her back.

You blush when you get under the covers. What is most frightening is that the male, during sexual intercourse, holds the male by the gills with his sharp teeth. The very thought that your neck will become a replacement for gills scares him and throws him into paint. It sounds both creepy and painful at the same time...It's hot.

And oh my God, this is the only pier in town, and your insomnia isn't going anywhere.

Which means...

You will have to return to the pier the next night at your own risk. You understand this, and it seems that Risotto Nero himself, who watched you run away, understands this too.

He'll be waiting for you tomorrow. He will definitely wait for you, and he will get his little one.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Sore Fucking Losers: Rusty Nail x f!reader

Warnings: little ooc Rusty, gore, mutilation, multiple character deaths, crying, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, mentions of rape. Read my post about the Dice Game. It has all the rules. I’ve decided to roll dice to get this written.

Minors DNI +18

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

A/N: This is probably the grossest thing I’ve written.

Masterlist

“I don’t know why you have to be such a dick all the time.” You mumble, arms crossed and brows scowling as you mess with a wrapper on the car floor with your foot.

“It’s a fucking joke. Get over yourself.” Your boyfriend says, pushing you hard into the car door. He tries to play it off as a joke with the rest of his friends in the car, it works easily on them. They don’t exactly like you.

“Yeah come on, you’re being a bitch.” Luke says, you try and ignore his remark and look out the window.

“Yeah but when isn’t she.” Shanda giggles, the rest of the car laughs along with her. Shanda says shit just to say it. You know she’s been jealous of you and Xavier being together and honestly, she could have him. You’re sure she is having him, he always jumps to her defense but never to yours.

“Gas station up ahead, gonna fill up and we can take a break.” Xavier says.

About five minutes later he parks at a gas pump, Luke, Shanda, and Riley get out and go inside the gas station, you get out once you see them inside but Xavier stops you. He grabs your upper arm and pulls you towards him. Like a parent lecturing their child, he mumbles in your ear.

“Better shut the fuck up for the rest of the trip and stop being such a bitch. You’re embarrassing the hell outta me. I’ll fuck you up if you try any of that shit again, okay?”

You nod frantically. You feel as his grip tightens in a warning before letting go.

“Sitting here acting like a damn pussy. Live a little.” You notice his eyes roll before you turn around quickly walk into the gas station. You head towards the restroom and your stomach churns as you notice only you and Shanda are in there. She smirks and you try and avoid her by going into the nearest stall.

The black haired girl is quick to grab your forearm and shove you into the restroom counter. “You’re so fucking embarrassing. Can’t wait for Xavier to break up with you. You don’t deserve him. Surprised he even chose someone like you. Fucking Virgin. You sit there in your dorm room all day, can’t even kiss a man correctly. You’re pathetic. Xavier needs something more. Guess it’s a good thing he has me.” Shanda pulls your hair. You don’t do anything about it, knowing who’s side everyone would take.

She lets go and leaves. You move into one of the stalls to use the toilet.

You wash your hands and take a breather before heading out the door.

Something feels off as you walk outside to the pumps. You look around before noticing your shit scattered all over the pavement. Your boyfriend’s car out of sight.

You blink multiple times trying to make sense of what just happened. You walk over to your stuff and gather it up so you can easily carry it to the curb. You sigh and check your phone for cell service. You’d have to call your mom, you didn’t have enough money for a plane ticket.

Nothing, you frown. You’d have to go to the next town for it.

You should’ve guessed they would’ve left you. They made fun of everything you did and everything you didn’t do. They were just straight up assholes. You pinch the bridge of your nose in embarrassment before looking up and around again. You need to find a ride into the closest town.

You see a tall man, hands shoved in his pockets walking away from his semi truck.

This is so risky.

“Sir! Excuse me!” You wave at him and walk over quickly, but nervously. He stops and looks like he’s glaring at you. You can’t see his eyes though, so you wouldn’t know. Your voice shakes. “I’m so sorry for bothering you. I uh, need a ride to the next town over. The gas station doesn’t have cell service and I need to call my mom.” You explain. The man is quiet. “I can pay you if you need-“

“No need. I’ll give you a ride, lemme get’a pack a’ smokes real quick.” He grumbles. You nod quickly and move aside to let him get into the small store. You grab your two bags and hurry to the truck.

The gears in your head turn, you’ve seen this truck before. You know it. Same state plate and truck color, the logo is all the same too.

This is the truck Xavier almost ran off the road.

“Need help with your bags, hun?” The deep voice makes you jump. You turn wide eyed and the man almost seems more menacing.

“Yes! Yes if you don’t mind!”

The man opens the truck door and grabs your bags, placing them between the passenger and driver’s seat, he then slides over and you get in after him. You slam the door shut and buckle in.

He starts the truck and heads back onto the road.

“I didn’t get your name.” You say, trying to be polite. You relax into the car seat and he answers.

“Just call me Rusty. Yours?”

You introduce yourself with a kind smile, then it turns to a frown after thinking about Xavier. “I should probably apologize for earlier.” Your hands fumble with your jacket zipper, from the corner of your eye you see Rusty tilts his head. You continue, “My boyfriend… well I guess ex boyfriend now, he almost drove you off the road. I recognized your truck. He was being real fucking stupid with his driving and I yelled at him. Him and his friends got mad at me, asked him why he had to be such a dick. Pushed me into the door of the car.” You scoff.

“Ah that was you guys? You help me find them I might teach em a thing or two.” Rusty says, you furrow your brows and look him up and down. What’s the worse that could happen?

“Yeah sure, they’re supposed to be stopping at a motel a few hours from here.”

-

“So what are we planning on doing to them?” You ask unlocking the motel room door.

“We?” Rusty steps to the side and shuts the door.

“I mean yeah we, they’re pieces of shit. I wanna help. Little bit of revenge on my part, it’ll make me feel better after already wasting two years with them.” You explain plopping down on one of the queen sized beds in the room. Rusty leans on the table and crosses his arms.

“You sure? I tell you what’s gonna happen, but you better not run, you run you’re dead.” Rusty admits, your stomach churns slightly.

“I swear I will not run, I won’t even tell anyone.” You cross your heart like a child and he chuckles.

“Gonna play some games with them. Only about an hour until my place, we’re bringing them there, playing my favorite game and that’s it.”

You furrow your brows and let out a scoff. “That’s it? You had me all scared and shit Rusty. Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me ruining from some fucking game.” You stand up and playfully push his shoulder, you see his mouth is still resting in a frown.

“How you think we’re getting them there hun? You think they’re just gonna do as I say? Get in their car and drive there?” Rusty says darkly. Worry crosses your features, your hands tingle and you wipe the hand you pushed Rusty with up and down your jeans nervously.

“I- uh guess I didn’t think of that.” You mumble.

“I know you didn’t. S’okay, we can play two games at once to make you feel less guilty. Hate to drag you inta all a’this. You won’t be playin’ the main game. You’ll just watch.” Rusty explains.

“What’s the second game?”

“You decide that.”

-

You watch Rusty sleep, not being able to sleep yourself after given the options for the second game. Some part of you felt guilty for what would happen to your ex and his friends. But another part of you told you to suck it up cause they’d done so much worse to you.

-

“Hey, hey!”

You bolt up and pant, looking around frantically.

Rusty’s hand holds your shoulder in an almost comforting way.

“Why don’t you go ahead and wait in the truck for me, yeah? Don’t gotta help.”

You look at him with tired eyes and nod, yawning and stretching you get up and pull your shoes on shuffling towards the door.

-

You stare at the four people passed out in the back, hands tied and mouths gagged. It won’t be long before you’re back. You smirk and decide to get more sleep.

-

You sit in a barn, off to the side from the table Xavier and his friends sit at. They’re all slowly waking up. As soon as they realize they’re not where they’re supposed to be they panic.

They look like fish out of water. You try not to laugh. Your hands are loosely tied in front. This is your game, makes you feel less guilty. Rusty promised you wouldn’t ever play his game and he kept his promise with loose rope and observing away from the table. The chair sits so you can see everyone.

Rusty comes in about a half an hour later. Snot is running down Xavier’s nose as he cries.

“What do you want with US?” Your ex’s voice cracks as he lets out a nasty sob.

“You like to play games?” Rusty mumbles.

“W-hat?”

“I said, YOU LIKE TO PLAY GAMES?” Rusty’s voice booms, it startles you a bit. Your stomach rolls. Shanda let’s put a whine.

“I- fuck I guess?!” Xavier whimpers.

“You guess?! You fucking guess?! Weren’t you the one seeing if you could knock me off the road?” The broad man grabs Xavier’s chin.

“No! No! That was, ugh.” You see Rusty’s finger tips go white as he grips the younger man’s face harder. “It was her! She’s the one who gave the idea!” Xavier points towards you and you scowl. The rest of them nod and your chest tightens your teeth bare back in defense.

“Mm, just don’t think that’s true. But we’ll let God decide whether you’re a liar or not. Through my favorite game. Whatever you roll the person across from you gets.” Rusty pulls a pair of dice out of his pocket. “Roll pretty boy.” He says throwing them towards Xavier.

“Well what about her?” Luke asks.

“Occupied, already have her playing a game.”

Xavier hesitantly grabs the die as he watches Rusty. His hands visibly shake as he rolls.

Eight.

Rusty walks to a shelf next to you and smirks. “Ear.” He grabs a razor and walks over to the person across from Xavier, Luke.

Luke whimpers. “Please! You don’t have to do this! We- we’re sorry! You can let us go and we’ll forget all about this! Won’t even contact the police!” Luke gags, his cries make Rusty laugh. Your stomach churns. This really is your reality. You’re going to watch your exe’s friends get tortured and possibly die.

Rusty shows the blade in Luke’s face and turns it. His cries turn into hysterical sobs, Rusty cuts down his ear, and blood flows out, everyone around the table gags and sobs trying to turn away until it’s done.

Rusty slams the ear on the table and moves the die to Riley.

Nine. Freedom.

“Lucky, lucky.” Rusty’s voice rumbles. “Got some decisions to make here girl.” Everyone looks at Shanda. “You got a minute to untie all your friends and run or you can just save yourself.” Rusty goes behind Shanda’s chair and begins untying her. “Times a ticking though.”

Shanda is untangled from her chair and gets up, looking around frantically she makes a run for the barn doors. Her friends cry out for her but she ignores them. Rusty watches his watch for 60 seconds. When time is up he grabs a shotgun then moves the die to Luke. He’s barely conscious. “Roll, I wanna see what I’m lookin’ forward to when I get back.”

Luke lazily takes the die and rolls. Ten. Eye. Rusty nods and makes his way out the same barn doors Shanda was running from.

It isn’t long until a gunshot is heard and Rusty is dragging a dead woman back inside. He goes over to a shelf and grabs a melon baller. You cringe at the feeling going through your body.

Xavier sobs. “No, no please! Please! Baby! Do something about this please! Don’t you love me? Don’t you care?” Xavier looks at you in the eyes and you scoff, so sick of his bullshit.

“Why should I give a fuck? You never gave a fuck about me, never defended me. You never broke it off with me and threatened me when I tried to! You just wanted control! Now you don’t have it and you’re a fucking pussy! Trying to say how sorry you are. You aren’t sorry, you never will be. Fuck if I care what happens to you!”

Your hands slip through the restraints and you get up grabbing a fistful of Xavier’s shirt. “You gonna keep spewing lies Xavier? Always are, talking about I’m a virgin and shit! Ain’t even gonna tell any of them how you forced yourself on me MULTIPLE godamn times! Fuck you!” You grab the dice and roll. “You get this too. Four for Chest.” You laugh.

“Go ahead Rusty. I’ll be in the house.” You say beginning to walk out of the barn.

-

Rusty comes in hours later, his shirt, pants, and jean jacket are stained. You get up and walk over to him.

“They ain’t bothering’ you no more.”

“Good, Rusty?”

He looks down at you.

“Is it okay if I stay with you for awhile? I’ll call my mom about Xavier leaving me and just say I found a Bed and Breakfast to stay at and vacation in for a few weeks. Then I’ll head back home. I’m just- not ready yet I guess, I need time to process everything.” You explain, your body tenses up waiting for Rusty to answer.

“Sure. You stay as long as you need to. You swear on your life you ain’t tell in’ no one?”

“I swear. You can drag me down with you. Thank you so much. This isn’t a common occurrence though is it?” You ask genuinely.

“I try to not bring my issues back home. That’s all I’ll tell you.”

“Just don’t wanna get caught up in more shit.”

“Of course.”

[deviltakesthehindmost]

Rogue saw him from across the tower, laying on the floor with dust and havoc of what had been great buildings. She watched as he tried to stand, only to fail and fall back again, holding his hand against what should be his stomach. Magneto was hurt. Without thinking at all, she averted the lasers shot from the enemy, hearing her comrads fight him as she flew towards the fallen man.

He struggled to breath, had difficulty to keep his eyes open, barely making it as she stood beside him. "Rogue...?"

She quickly went down on her knees. "Magneto, you're hurt... let us go somewhere safe. You can't stand, can you? Let me take you..."

"Non... nonsense. You... leave me here. Go help your friends..." between every word, he coughed. Rogue felt herself tense when he spilled blood.

"Leave you? Are you out of your mind? Look at you, your state, Magneto..." she held his other hand, gloved, as hers were bare, have lost her own gloves sometime between that battle. He squeesed it swifly.

"Silly girl... then go and save yourself. Don't worry about me... leave me here."

"I can't leave you, you are going to die here, old man. Stop being such a pain in the ass." he let out a sort of laugh, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, "this isn't time for this. Spare your breath. Now, come on, let me take you..."

"My dear, leave me to die, then." his words left Rogue open mouth, scandalized. She, that intented to stand him up, stopped immediatelly, staring at him. "you can leave me here, Rogue. It's okay. Even if it means for me to die, It's okay. There is nothing left for me. I lost everything. But it isn't the same for you. You have friends. A family. Remy. Please, save yourself and forget me here, my dear."

Her eyes were filled with tears, they rolled down without her permission. "Are you out of your damn mind? What the fuck are you asking me to do? I'll ignore it because its an weaked old man gibberish, but don't you say it again. Now, come on." she barked at him, Magneto could see how enraged he got her. Once again she tried to hold his shoulders in an attempt to stand him, but his free hand grabbed her wrist.

"You can also see how weak I am right now, I will only get you late. Go girl, just listen to me."

"You know I hate when you tell me that." her grip on his shoulders weakned, she felt his hand caressing her wrist.

"I do. I know how you hate anyone telling you to listen and do as you are told. You never do that. You listen to your heart and the gospel of Miss Jolly Parton."

Rogue felt like really crying that time. He remembers. Why did he? Magneto held out his hand to wipe away the tears that escaped her eyes. Rogue let go of his shoulders to grab each side of his face.

Except that this time Magneto was weak enough not to have his magnetic field protecting him from her powers. And then, when the tip of her fingers touched his skin, she saw.

And she saw everything.

His mother playing with him when he was five. His father flying him around. His father hed him up his shoulders, playing as if he was the knight and his horse. His mother cooking dinner and then telling him a story to sleep. His father making new pieces of jewelery, Max learning from watching him manipulate each piece. His uncle, Erich, giving him woman advice. Happy family moments.

And then, the camps. The corpses. The gold. His family gone. The threats. Magda. His promises to her. They finally free from the nazis. Their marriage. Max staring at her, so happy, as she caressed her belly. The first time he saw Anya. Her laugh. Her cry. Her voive. The last time he saw Anya. The things he thought while trying to find Magda. He giving up. Erik acknowledging his powers. Learning from it. Practicing. Meeting Charles for the first time. Saying goodbye to Charles many times.

Getting to know Wanda and Pietro. Lorna getting into his life. A lover or two. Caos. Destruction. Losses. Wins. Broken hearts. Deception. Happiness. Life. Death. Over and over again.

And the, she saw her. The first time they saw esch other. He choosing her life by the time they were at Savage Land. He making a vow, secret to himself, that she would not suffer as Anya and Magda had before. She would not die because of him. He wouldn't allow anything happening to her, may God punish him before anything even tried. He was always looking at her, from afar. She learned to control her powers, only to unlearn again, but she never gave up. She had lived. She had laughed. She had cried. She had lost. She getting married. She with Remy.

So, she felt what he felt. Pain. Suffering. Hurt so deep ot had reached his soul. Had he had a soul yet? Heartaches. Aches everywhere. But also happiness. Desire. Deception. Broken heart as she said 'yes' to Remy. But also, love. Love so deep, love so intense. Love so great as he saw her so happy laughing in the arms of someone else. Relief. Love that lighted up his body and soul. Love that kept him strong, ready to go on. To build a better world. To bring peace over the mutantkind.

Love he felt for her that kept him pretty much alive.

"I am sorry, Rogue... I couldn't... keep it up. You saw everything, didn't you?" he found some strength to at least push her a bit off of him. She drained some of his energy, not that he had much left. He felt worse than before.

Her eyes were waterful, intense gaze upon his own.

"I did. I saw everything, Erik. Everything I needed to see. And for that, I'm not going to let you die here. You're not dying any time soon. You are staying here. Right here, with me. I need you here, Erik. Please, I cannot let you go. I know its selfish of me to ask more of you, but I do. Please, Erik, stay."

Rogue just bended over and covered his lips with her own. Erik felt her tears mix with his as he closed his eyes, letting she kiss him.

"Anna, I love you. I always have. I would never say 'no' to you." he said when they parted lips, she still close to him, their foreheads near.

"I love you, Erik. I know you are gonna say that, this time, you are going to say no, so I can go save myself. But if ain't coming with me, then I rather lay here with you and wait for death to come get us. There is no life for me if you are not here."

"Very well then, my love."

[georgiapeach30513]

Bullet in Your Heart, Part 6

Summary:  You and Clark couldn’t do it anymore

Pairings:  Clark Kent X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  angst, mentions of Carter’s death, explicit language, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3K

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Clark leans his body against your doorframe.  You slept too much.  Refused to get out of the bed most days, and when you did it was stiff.  You ate only because your baby depended on you.  You got up only because Clark asked you to.  You survived because you promised Carter you would.  Your hand rubs over your tummy, and the baby rolls around.  Kicking at your stomach, wanting it to be known they were still there.

“Cricket bug,” Clark says softly.  He still struggled to walk past your door.  It didn’t matter anymore, Carter was gone and he was never coming back.  You were a widow, and the town accused you of sleeping with his best friend.  “I should find some place else to…”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you sit up in the bed, red rimmed eyes.  No more tears fell from them, because there was nothing else left to cry.  “I can’t lose you, too.”

“I’m making it impossible for you to remarry.”

A pained giggle bursts out of your chest, and you wondered what he had going on in his head.  It didn’t matter.  None of it mattered in the end.  The waiting that you made Carter do, and for what?  “Why should I remarry?”

“Cricket, I know…”

“You know nothing.  I wanted Carter.  I still want Carter!  And…all I have left is his child, and those letters.  Our baby is never going to know him.  Never know the times that he told me stories about the type of father he was going to be.  Never know the plans he had for the yard.  They’re never going to know how much he wanted to hold them.  They’re just not going to understand.  And I want my baby to look like Carter, and then in the same breath I hope I don’t have to resent my child because I can’t have their dad back with me.  You think I care about what those stupid women think?  They don’t know, they don’t have nightmares of their faceless husband.  They didn’t have to say goodbye to a box because I wasn’t allowed to look at his body.  Everything was taken from me, and you think I care what other people say about me and you.”

You look up at the ceiling as fresh tears stream down your face and you wipe them away fruitlessly.  “I’ve lost enough, Clark.  Why should I have to lose you, too.  Oh,” you gasp, grabbing onto your stomach.

“Cricket?” He steps one foot into your room, but backs out.

“Ow.  Ahh…Clark.  Clark!” You scream out as pain sets your body on fire.  Gripping to your stomach.  “The baby.  The baby’s coming.  Get your ass in here, and help me.”

There was a hesitation until you scream again, and he crosses into your room helping you up.  Your body locks up as you yelp.  “I can’t…I don’t wanna do this alone.”

“You’re not.  I’ll be with you,” finally grabbing you up, he carries you to the car.  His promise to Carter be damned.  You needed more than his shadow looming into your presence.  You needed him to step up for you and that baby.  This wasn’t falling in love.  This was doing what he promised to Carter.

Clark cradles your little baby in his giant arms.  She was healthy.  Beautiful like you, had her daddy’s cleft chin, and even Carter’s smile.  He couldn’t believe that his friend had created this perfect baby girl that he could hold with one hand.  The domestic life wasn’t something Clark thought he wanted, until he held this pink bundle in his arms.

Clark wanted to take back all those thoughts about wanting to leave the house.  He just wanted you to have as good of a life as you could.  But this tiny thing had stolen his heart, much like you had the past couple of months.  It wasn’t falling in love.  It was a duty.  A promise.

The baby’s eyes open, and she searches out your body to suckle, “Charlotte, you let your mother get some sleep.  Charlotte Abigail Baizen,” he swallows the lump in his throat, because it felt wrong to call her that.  Carter was her father, but he was the one that bonded with the baby.  There wasn’t anything Clark wouldn’t do to keep her or you safe.  It was a promise.

Her lips part and a pitiful squeaky cry slips out of her mouth.  Even her cry was dainty.  She was perfect, and Clark hated the emotions that he was fighting off.  He didn’t want to.  “Clark,” you croak, sitting up in the bed, “Hand her to me.  If you give me that blanket, you can stay.”

“Can I hold her when she’s finished?” You give him a gentle smile and nod your head.  There was more brightness to your eyes since you had her.  It was like birthing her gave you a rebirth.  You smiled.  More than once he caught you giggling.  

Handing you the baby, he turns around to give you some privacy while you get yourself and her situated, before covering the two of you up.  You lean back on the bed, “Clark, you can turn around,” he sits in the chair beside you, and you reach out for his hand to hold.  Nursing was uncomfortable.  It hurt more than you were made aware of.  

“You’re doing a good job,” he says, his eyes only on you.  The looks lingered more than they once did.  But it was because he hadn’t left your side.  Took on the role of the father seamlessly.  “She’s adorable.”

“She’s a little princess,” you peek under the blanket, and sure enough that tiny thing with her perfectly little fingernails, and soft curls was doing as feeding babies do.  

“Carter….Carter would have been proud of you both,” it stung to hear him talk about Carter.  The emotional pain you felt from Carter’s death was always smothering you.  It never went away, and somehow talking about what he would have done didn’t help.  He was never coming back, and it made things worse thinking that he would.  

You were never going to love someone the way you loved Carter.  There was only one Carter Baizen.  But sometimes, women don't marry for love.  You were just one of the lucky ones that did.  Any relationship after was going to be lesser than.  There was no point in arguing that.

“I’m sorry about what I was going to say earlier,” Clark looks down at the blanket, before quickly back up at you.  “Can she breathe?”

You peek again, and that perfect angel was still feeding, and you smile watching her, “Yeah, she’s doing great.  What did you say earlier?”

“About me finding somewhere else to live.”

“Oh,” that was the last thing that you wanted Clark to do.  You felt like he was already home.  “I’ve been thinking.  I know why you’re in the basement.  But there’s rooms upstairs,” his eyes move from the blanket up to yours.  He didn’t know where you going with this conversation, but you had piqued his interest.  “You should, if you wanted to, just move to the main floor.  You know you don't want to be too far away from Charlotte.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I don’t want to be away from her.  You’ll need help.”

“Clark…she’s never going to know Carter,” he looks down at his lap, because this conversation was giving him emotional whiplash.  He was overwhelmed with his feelings.  “I want you to be her daddy.”

“Cricket…”

“You’re the closest thing to Carter.  No one knew him better than we did.  You should be her daddy.  Raise her with me, and…”

“Mrs. Baizen,” the nurse interrupts your train of thought, while she checks your vitals.  Her eyes constantly looking over at Clark.  It was improper.  You had gotten yourself into a whole heap of trouble.  And judging by the way that man was looking at you, he was getting himself into some trouble as well.  “Looks like you’re all set to go home.”

Clark had somehow, subconsciously migrated to Carter’s chair.  Holding a freshly changed Charlotte in his lap, playing with her feet.  The little baby squeals out her giggles.  Her chubby little hands reach up for Clark.  It was yours and her favorite time of the day, when Clark came home.

He gave you the time to finish supper while he entertained the baby.  Had this been under different circumstances, these were the sounds you always wanted to hear in your home.  Laughter from both your baby and her father.  Clark filled the role well, but you had left such dreams behind with Carter.  He wasn’t coming back.

Your body once recoiled from Clark’s touches to your side, now it craved for him to stay longer.  Sighing whenever his hand would move from your hip to the giggling baby at his feet.  She adored him more than she did you.  Clapped her hands whenever she heard his voice.  

Charlotte might have been the one to bring you and Clark together, but the feelings he had bubbling up inside of him was of his own making.  You allowed it because he was close to Carter.  It was sick, and it was wrong, but you didn’t care.  There was never going to be another Carter, and there were worse people than Clark.  He could give you a good life.  

It was like some divine intervention that he was never drafted before the war ended.  It was like Clark was always meant to be with you, and become Charlotte’s dad.  “Cricket,” he removes a skillet from the burner, and turns to stare at you. Charlotte perched on his side with her head laying on his chest.  Patting over him as if to tell you that he was hers.  “Hon…you okay?”

“Yeah, just was…I guess daydreaming.”

“Well, don’t burn the house down, huh, mama?” He adds in animatedly, and looks down at the baby, who smiles her two teeth grin and shakes her head.  “You sure, you’re okay?”

“Yeah, Nancy called, it was just stupid gossip.  Got me in my head,” he starts to speak, but you press your hand against his mouth, “I’ll be fine, Clark.”

“Ehh!” Your daughter screeches, shaking her head no at you.

“Cricket bug, I think she wants you to quit touching her daddy,” it was bittersweet for you.  Charlotte would grow up knowing no different.  But you were going to have to give Clark something.  He wouldn’t stay.  

“Lottie, you quit being so mean to me.  You two go set the table.”

“Clark,” you whisper at the door of Charlotte’s room.  Just like every night he was staring down at her crib.  She had only just fallen asleep, so he had to make sure she was comfortable.  Needed to reassure himself that she would in fact keep her eyes closed.  “Clark, she’s fine, and…will you dance with me?”

He brushes a few stray strands of hair off Charlotte’s face, and walks into the living room with you.  You start a slow song on the record player; it was so low, it was even a struggle for you to hear.  Things were a lot more comfortable between the two of you now.  He never hesitated to put his hand on your hip, while the other holds your hand, and he spins you around the living room.

There was a shift in yours and Clark’s relationship the moment that Charlotte was born.  One that neither of you could deny anymore.  It was comfortable.  And if the whole damn town was going to assume that you and he were living in sin, you might as well be.  Dropping your hand out of his, you bring his hand to your hip.  Sliding your hand up his chest, before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.  

Clark whispers your name, and you kiss him again.  Letting your lips linger on his, and he finally returns the kiss.  His hands firmly on your hips, he pulls you closer to him, sliding those meaty hands up your back.  Your body was on autopilot, and wanted to feel something real.  Opening your mouth when his tongue swipes over your lips, and he dominates your mouth.  

Sucking your own tongue into his mouth.  His hands roam from your back, to your tits.  Cupping the spheres before he backs off completely.  “Cricket, I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because….because it’s improper.”

“Fuck it.”

“Cricket!”

“All my life I have done things right, and what did I get out of that?  I don’t care anymore, Clark.  I just want to feel.  And right now, I want to feel you.  Please,” stepping closer to him, you run your hands up his chest, and start slowly unbuttoning his shirt.  “Please?”

“On one condition?” You stare up at him owlishly waiting on his condition.  You wanted it.  Wanted him.  You loved Clark, even though it was in a different way, you did love him.  “After tonight, you let me make an honest woman out of you.  We go to the courthouse, I don’t need a wedding.  I know I’m second best to you, but…I won’t have us shacking up together and feeding these gossip mongers.  You get tonight, if you take my last name.”

That was a lot to digest.  Clark wasn’t wrong, the two of you couldn’t play house.  The two of you are living together, and the rumors were getting to Clark.  You didn’t want that stigma over your daughter’s head, and if Carter couldn’t raise Charlotte, you didn’t want anyone else, but Clark.

“Tomorrow.  We can go to the courthouse tomorrow.  Tonight, I want you,” his hands grab your ass and he lifts you up, hauling you into the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed.  Kissing up your neck while simultaneously unbuttoning your dress.  Clark was very skilled.  His body and limbs worked in tandem.  Very little effort had you nude underneath him, while he seemed to just walk out of his own clothes.

He was massive over you, pushing apart your legs, and pumping his cock in his fist, “You’re sure?  We’re ready to do this?”

“Yes,” he pushes into your warmth in one swift movement.  Your back arches off the bed, and you cling to his back.  Your fingers dig into his skin, and he gives you the sweetest smile when you whimper up at him.  “Clark…” you pant out.

He grabs your leg one at a time, wrapping them each around him before his hips piston into you.  Driving into you slowly and languidly, laying down on you, so you feel his entire weight.  Propping himself up by his elbows, he brushes his fingers over your skin, “I’ve always loved you, Cricket.”

“You know I’ve always loved you.”

“Not in the same way,” you gasp when he pushes himself in you fully.  Scrapping your nails all the way down his back, until you grip his ass cheeks.  Head throwing back with your mouth open.  “I know I’m not him.  But I’ll be a good husband to you.  A good dad to Charlotte.  And if you wanted, maybe some more kids?”

“I know.  Yeah.  Yes, I want more.  With you.  Ahhh,” his mouth crashes into yours as he muffles your loud moans.  Swallowing every one of them as your walls clench around him girthy cock.  It had been so long.  And Clark was new.  He was experienced, and there was something arousing about knowing that the Clark Kent was taking care of you.  The Clark Kent was going to be your husband.

You didn’t need a wedding.  You had one, and it didn’t give you any longer with Carter.  Clark never wanted one.  Never even saw himself getting married, until you.  He never even thought he was going to get to hear you desperately mewl as your body spreads pleasure all throughout your limbs.  He didn’t think he would get to see your body like this, or have another man’s child be raised as his own.

You wanted him so deep inside you that you were practically using his ass to shove him further down.  One of his hands slams on the headboard of the bed as he starts pounding thrusts into you.  It had been just as long for him.  And you were perfect.  Better than any woman he had ever felt.  Your body was so responsive to his motions, and was clenching down on him so tightly.  

Clark wished he could make this last longer, but it was too much.  Too much for him to stave off.  Emotionally too much for him because you agreed to marriage.  It wasn’t the most romantic thing, but he had been trying to figure out a way to approach you with marriage.  

He wanted you.  Wanted that baby, and he wanted more.  Wanted to add a white picket fence to the yard with a swing set for Charlotte and the other kids.  Wanted to come home to you for a kiss, and an evening dance while the children giggled in their rooms, or played music in the basement.  He wanted it all, and he wanted it with you.  

“Cricket…I…I…”

“Clark, please.  I want to feel you,” you give him permission to release his seed.  If you were to marry him, then he should get the perks of a husband.  He spurts so deep inside you, and he presses his forehead against your own.  His chest heaves with all that had transpired.  When he kisses you, his mouth turns up into a smile.  He was happy, and you would be happy.  One day.  Hopefully.

Starting to get off you, he looks into the floor at his clothes, going to grab the items up, but you sit up in the bed, “Clark, this bed is yours now.  Ours.  Don’t leave.”

He slips on his underwear, tossing you a nightgown before crawling in the bed behind you.  His arm wraps around your body, and he pulls you flush with his body.  This was the start to a new beginning.

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[sunflower1experiment]

“Master!”

Everyone bowed, well except you. You kneeled, then got up seeing as you were the captive.

“My children, I sense a presence. Who is this?”

“None of your business that’s what.” Venom seethed through your voice and the Hashira’s glares at you.

“Eh? You all wanna be angry at me? Ya should’ve been angry when I was a kid. Your master should’ve been there when I was little. Now he has you useless goons.” A sneer leaves your lips, “I ain’t spittin on em, disrespectful as hell but I do have this to say.”

You stare dead at him. “Why didn’t you come to save me when I needed you!? Was killing humans not on your agenda!? Why didn’t you just kill me!?”

The male’s gaze softens, and he lifts his hand. “Dear..I sense you recognize me, and yet we’ve never met.” A shock look rests on your face. “What do you mean!?” You grit your teeth.

“That’s enough out of you! Why did you attack one of our own.”

“SHUT IT SCAR FACE!” You pant, “I wasted so long searching for one of you and I’m met with disappointment!? All I asked is that you killed me! Was that to much!? Was I to good for you!? Y’all call yourselves heroes!?”

“If that’s the case.” A man stands up, lifting his weapon, “I can end your misery right now.”

“��.Y-You would?”

“What’s the matter? No sense in being afraid-“ you kneel. “Please…let me join my loved ones..” the male stares.

Your eyes water, the fresh tears cascade down your face. “You all disappointed me before. I killed everyone in that damned village. None of you even realized they were killing each other, sending us off to demons.. I lost my precious one because of them. And if I just stay around longer…I’ll be stuck in this damned limbo of pain.”

“What exactly is it that your people do?”

Your eyes look up, “…..Your Vital points are your shoulders and ears. My people were able to see vital points within the human body and cut them.” It shocks a few for how easily you read the male.

“Tengen?”

The male sheaths his swords. “They’re right.”

“Why would someone as valuable as you want to die?”

“Because only the women there could do that! My mother was the few who could and it led to men desperately using her to find ways to kill others, control people and even worse. We were targets.” You grip the pebbles. “I was born, my little sister. She had a husband and of course folks were naive to try to force women like her to marry!”

“Those idiots didn’t realize once the husband died she goes self destructive. Or she’d persevere the body for experiments, they loved each other dearly and she died cuz of everyone’s foolishness….all you idiots had to do was kill me so it’d end. I don’t have him with me…he’s outta my eye sight.”

“So why not live?”you look up and a girl aims her gaze elsewhere, “You can’t just give up because someone else isn’t there…and you’re not very dangerous…”

“D-Don’t tell me what I am! You don’t even know me.”

“Well so far from your story you just sound like a tragic person who won’t even try to make do with their skills-“

You grip your pants, “This is why I’d rather be killed by him…that one Hashira…with beautiful scarlet dark hair…he had a gaze of determination and hatred towards me and yet. He never killed me. That boy could’ve done it. And yet you all let him leave.”

“Tanjiro cannot kill you dear.” Everyone watched as you shut your eyes, “…..You may stay here if you need to but I must ask you. How did you survive so long? Demons can’t be killed without swords.”

“Don’t need a sword when you cut the middle of their heads and necks…it releases a pressure of pain that lets their deaths be peaceful. As if demons actually escape the mind…”

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I consider this a preview of my story. Some changes will obviously be made but yea so far I like where it’s going

[hidden-poet]

HELLO HELLO BESTIE!! I AM SOOOOO LATE… BUT I AM BACK 😈

Commander Snow - Chapter 7 LET’S GO!!!

He’s such a cutie patootie for wanting to eat at least one meal with her 🥹🩷 and I honestly can’t get enough of him constantly holding her hand when they walk out together 😭

Her getting so used to only him and talking to him only that she now can’t really even have a proper conversation with anyone other than him 😭 him isolating us was for our own good 😈

I live for this man being so clingy 😂 and being so hyper aware of her movements 😫 I like em' psychotically highly intelligent and smart 🫠and MY GOD the only way for him to fall asleep is if he knew she did too UGHHH 🩷😫

Alright. *cracking knuckles to start typing* the dishwashing sequence… HAD ME GOING FERAL 🐱 coming up behind her, taking her throat into his hand to keep her still from moving… biting, grazing and sucking on her neck and fucking FINGERING her and forcing telling her to do the freakin’ dishes 🥵😫 he really likes torturing her doesn’t he? 😈

It was so funny when she picked up the knife to wash it and he just yanks it out of her grip and throws it back onto the counter 😂 is our baby boy scared we’re going to stab him? 🥹

So hot when she has her hands wrapped around his and then pulls her back with him and then back towards the sink with his fingers inside her and just her pulsing around them UGHHH GOOD GOD HELP ME 😫

Love how he just rests his head on her back after she’s done 🫠💦

"I am going to take a shower." - Can I join you? Like, please? I am begging you 🙇‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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How thoughtful of him for not taking her virginity in District 12 and only back at the Capitol 🙄 we love the princess treatment 👸

When he fucked you, he wanted you to have a sense of pride about who was above you. - Oh he doesn’t have to worry about that with me. He will always be above me 🙇‍♀️

You were stingy with your love. - Mmmm… I wonder why that is? 🤔Ughh he is such a whore for her attention and nurture 😫

But he had pressing matters to deal with. He felt as if you teased him all day long. He went to sleep hard as a rock most nights. He offered you release anytime you wanted it, but you never gave him the same courtesy. - THE DELUSIONS 😑😂

Aweee not him being self-conscious about his hard-on in public and trying not to look desperate for a bj in front of her 😂 and when his heart flutters when she says ‘home’ 🩷 he is such a cutie 🥹

Of course he would trade her the letter for a quick bj 😂 my poor boy is so pent up right now 😫

Taking her hand and placing it on his belt 🥵 And when she takes some power by undoing his belt and demanding to write back to her brother and he just nods his head so quickly 😫

"On your knees,” - 🧎‍♀️ LIKE. IMMEDIATELY.

“Go slow,’’ - 🫡 SO HOT! MY GOD 🫠💦

I love how annoyed he got when she couldn't fit his dick into her mouth 😂 at least he took a different approach with her by not physically forcing her to perform and letting her do it on her own pace 👏 And of course he came right away 😂 Him slapping the countertop with his hand as he came 🥵 And girl… we DO NOT and I REPEAT. DO NOT. spit out. Coriolanus Snow’s cum around here… we SWALLOW THAT RICH LIQUID ECSTASY 💦

I’m actually very surprised he didn’t force her to drink it from the floor like how he did in Chapter 3 😂

I see why Archie and Edmund are best friends… they are both impulsive men who are asking to get killed 😂

Coryo introducing himself properly because he didn’t like the way she made it seem like he was just a friendly neighbor 😂 HE IS COMMANDER SNOW. FUTURE PRESIDENT OF PANEM.

"His life or his death, I can't imagine which is worse." - DAMN 😳

YES OUR GIRL IS TAKING SOME ACTION 👏 Wow. He really is getting better at not hitting her! that says a lot about his… progress 😂 And baby boy needs to work on not twisting the poor girls wrist damn he’s so crazy I love him so damn much 😫

He looks at you as you nurse your wrist and feels a pang of guilt. - Awe I wanna hug her 😢

It wasn’t Archie’s fault he was born District, but to die District would be beyond pathetic. - This man… 😑😑😑

Him wanting to help her after he hurt her because it ‘wasn’t her fault’ has me down 😂 and him thinking ‘what more did she want’ after apologizing… ugh my man is so delulu 😂

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I honestly can’t with Edmund right now… BOY JUST STAY PUT!

"He was short. Long dark hair. - idk why this made me laugh so much 😂

"If you're ever in danger, you hide, okay?" - BAHAHAHAHA 😂

"You're safe. We'll find him," he promises. - no she’s not, not with you, but I don’t mind 😈

There’s nothing more I want this man to do than to hold me tightly and press my face into his chest so I can cry 😭

When he said forensic crew, I was like ‘oh shit, they are both so fucked’ !!

You feel his hand take yours in a possessive hold. - daddy 🥵🥵🥵

I just love that he traps her head between his hands and just wants to kiss her and kiss her. But our girl keeps pulling back 👿

“Of all the places I thought you would have been safe, the Commander's apartment was my first choice.” - BOY OUR GIRL IS NOT SAFE WITH YOU!

Not him bending down and unlacing her boots 🥹 but this fucker is so smart for questioning her about wearing them in the apartment 😂

“I’ve lost many things in my life, I won’t lose you.” - now baby boy… you’re literally taking her away from her own mother and her people and her home 👿

Awe our pookie bear feels emasculated for not being able to ‘protect’ her 🥹 but trust me boy, she knows 🙄

Girly it’s time for you to say goodbye to District 12. He’s taking you away to the Capitol forever… and ever…

My god what I would do to get this man to fuck me with his dog tags just dangling down and hitting me 🥵😫

“I am going to make an example out of him. Make sure everyone in the Districts thinks about starving to death before entering the Compound.” - DAMN. 

“You treat me like an animal. Sit, eat, stay.” - I am so glad to see that she’s speaking out more 😭

“You are good. You are kind. The people around you were using you for their own benefit.” - Excuse me? Beg pardon?

“What benefit would that be? A bruised eye? A fight every time I try to connect with you?” - I love his delulu ass 😂

So we’re back to hitting her again, okay 😂 and now he knows that her loved ones are gone… I wonder... if he’ll let this go or hunt them down!

He can shout in my face and call me a filthy liar all day and all night 😫

I love how the only way to calm him down is to baby him 😂 my man has so much mommy and abandonment issues 😫

I wonder… he obviously wasn't going to let her go and she was smart for not going. But, would he have just hunted her down with a head start or something?

That apple pie drink sounds BOMB!

I apologize for being so late, bestie 🩷 But I will be back on track with the next one 🫡

I can't wait for both commander snow and s. lands on top!

hey bestie! appreciate you! been looking forward to your comments as soon as I posted!

[immortality-becomes-you]

RUMORS• e. munson

masterlist

chapter 3

Ziggy was partially relieved when Eddie kept his eyes on the floor in front of him as he recounted the death of Chrissy. If he had looked up he would have seen her sour face. She was never great at masking how she felt, which was why Dustin sent her a worried glance when he could see the skepticism and doubt written all over her face. Despite this, her hand never left his.

     "You all think I'm crazy, right?" Eddie's free hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Ziggy's chest lifted with a deep breath before she slowly let it out, hoping it would ease her nerves.

     "No, we don't think you're crazy." Dustin carefully whispered. Ziggy turned to look at him at the sound of true sincerity in his voice.

     "Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!" The loud boom of his voice made Ziggy flinch back, loosening her grip on his hand. He gripped her fingers tightly just as they started to pull away. She squeezed back.

     "We're not bullshitting you. We believe you." Max reaffirmed. The same sincerity hung in the air, making Eddie finally raise his head to look at the younger girl. Ziggy turned back to look at her as well, a dangerous glare covering her face.

     "Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little...difficult to take." Ziggy tilted her head to the side, not sure where Dustin was going with this.

     "Okay..." Eddie croaked out. Ziggys hand tightened around his once again.

     "You know how people say Hawkins is cursed? They're not...way off." Ziggy started to shake her head softly. It seemed that Robin was the only one who noticed.

     "There's another world; a world hidden beneath Hawkins."

     "Hey." Ziggy whispered in warning, the shaking of her head becoming more apparent.

     "Sometimes it bleeds into ours."

     "Hey! That's enough! What the fuck is wrong with you people?" Ziggy now had everyone's attention.

     "Ziggy, he needs to know the truth." Dustin shook his head in sympathy. Ziggy didn't even have the patience to laugh at his response.

     "No, we do. He's obviously fucking traumatized."

     "I knew you wouldn't believe me." Eddie retracted his hand from Ziggy's. She turned quickly, her face morphing from one of rage to absolute sympathy and care.

     "No! No, Eddie I be-"

     "I know what I saw." His wide eyes didn't blink as she reached out to him. He didn't offer his hand back this time.

     "I know you know what you think you saw, but that's not what really happened. You're not lying, you're just-"

     "Crazy?"

     "In shock. You're in shock, Eddie, and we can't clear your name until we know what actually happened." When Eddie stared her down, she knew he wasn't going to hear her out. She sighed in defeat.

     "Harrington?" Steve looked down at her with a frown. Her glassy eyes squinted up at him as she pinched her lips together. Ziggy nodded her head, pushing herself to her feet in anger. She began to walk towards the door before Dustin stopped her.

     "What do you think happened with Will Byers?" Ziggy practically stomped as she turned to face the group again. She tilted her head and pointed at the youngest boy.

     "Your friend that moved away and conveniently isn't here to speak for himself?" Steve threw his head back in frustration.

     "This is why I didn't want to bring her."

     "You're fucking with him!"

     "No, we're trying to save him!" Dustin interrupted.

     "Starcourt mall. Chief Hopper. Barbara Holland. It's all connected." Ziggy looked around at all of them. They truly, dearly wanted her to believe them, but she couldn't bring herself to jump to such ridiculous conclusions, despite the fact that they were starting to sway her little by little.

     "Starcourt Mall burned down." She all but whispered. Dustin shook his head as if to say 'damn! so close'.

     "With all of those people inside randomly in the middle of the night? Cmon." Ziggy's angry demeanor faltered. The bottom line was, whether or not they were being honest, they truly believed what they were saying. She looked down at Eddie from across the room. He looked like everything was starting to click.

     "So, you're saying ghosts and demons killed all of those people?" Ziggy dropped her hands to her sides, giving up on arguing.

    "No."

     "There are some things worse than ghosts." Max clarified. Ziggy's shoulders began to soften.

     "We thought they were gone, but they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you." Dustin turned to look at Eddie again.

     "If they're back again, we need to know." With everyone's attention back on Eddie, Ziggy decided to take a step back, leaning on the wall behind her with crossed arms.

     "That night, did you see anything?" Robin asked.

     "Dark particles, maybe?"

     "It would look like dust; swirling dust."

     "No, man. It was nothing you could see or, uh...or touch." Eddie's voice lowered to a whisper.

     "I tried to wake her. She wouldn't move. It was like she was in a trance or something."

     "Or under a spell."

     "A curse."

     "Verna's curse."

     "Who's Vecna?"

     "An undead creature of great power."

     "A spell caster."

     "A dark wizard."

November, 1984

Ziggy's locker was just like everything else in her life; organized. Her books had to lean a certain way and the metal door was void of any and all decorations. She stood in front of her locker and carefully traded three textbooks for another and nearly finished the job when Eddie jumped next to her, making her flinch and drop everything in her arms.

"What the hell, Eddie!" Ziggy glared up at him as she bent down to gather her belongings. Eddie scoffed with a frown, using his foot to slide a stray piece of paper towards her crouched position on the floor.

"'What the hell, Eddie'? What the hell, Ziggy!" Ziggy rose to her feet with a confused frown. Eddie waved his stack of missing assignments in her face with a disappointed scowl. Ziggy raised her brows, not seeing where he was headed with their impromptu meeting.

"Miller said he won't take these!" Ziggy grabbed the papers with confusion before raising her eyes to meet his.

"Right..." she trailed off, urging him to continue. Eddie's head tilted with a sarcastic grin.

"You said he would!" He mocked with a cheerful tone. Ziggy raised her head with furrowed brows, the rest of her face softening.

"Yeah! I lied." She shrugged her shoulders and pushed the stack of papers to his chest before turning to walk to her next class. Eddie's ironic grin fell immediately, scrambling to catch the papers before reaching out to grab her by the arm and pull her back towards him.

"Hey! What the hell do you mean?"

"I told you that you could get credit for it so that you would finish them."

"Why the fuck did you do that?"

"If I didn't lie, would you have done the incomplete assignments?"

"Fuck no!"

"Well, there you have it." Ziggy sent him a smile that mirrored his only moments ago and tried to pull out of his grasp only for him to tighten it. His playful demeanor was dwindling by the second as he glared down at her with a twitching eye.

"I spent hours on these." Ziggy looked off to the side with her eyes before slowly training them back on him.

"I know...I was there too?" She spoke slowly as if he were a child and finally yanked her arm from his grip, leaving him in front of her locker.

Ziggy knew that he was angry with her, but she had obviously underestimated just how angry he was. She stood on his doorstep in a denim skirt and striped sweater, not anticipating to be outside very long. However, after knocking on his door and waiting for a decent thirty seconds, her body began to shiver in the cold. She continued to knock but gave up after five minutes. Ziggy spun around, looking for any sign of life around his trailer and sighed at the absence of his van in the gravel. With a defeated groan, Ziggy plopped down on his front step and decided to wait another five minutes. Then five minutes became thirty and she was pissed. He blew her off. Her mother had dropped her off and promised to pick her up in three hours. Ziggy would be damned if she sat outside in the cold for three hours. She knew where he was and there was no way she was going to let him get away with ditching her. It would have been completely against the law to enter his home without permission, but she would argue that the bike that had been thrown on the ground was nearly at the roadside, which meant it was free game. So, she yanked the bicycle up from the ground and pedaled her way to Hawkins High despite the 20 degree weather and skirt she was wearing.

     Eddie was just nearing the end of his campaign when the door swung open, slamming into the wall with a loud crash. Gareth, Jeff, and Doug all jumped in their chairs. Their previous hunched over forms had been swung towards the door in shock. Eddie's confused face fell in disappointment. Ziggy's whole body was shaking as she stormed into the  room.

     "You inconsiderate asshole!" Eddie looked up at Ziggy as she stood over him in his throne. His eyebrows raised at the sheer volume of her voice. He slumped down deeper into the chair with a scoff.

     "What now?"

     "'What now'? I stood outside your place for thirty minutes!"

     "Oh no! I wasted thirty minutes of your time? I don't think that compares to the dozens of hours of my time that you wasted." He spoke quietly on purpose, expecting her to lower her voice to his level as he propped his foot up on the table. She did not.

     "Not to mention the twenty minutes it took for me to get here!"

     "The school is a seven minute drive from my-"

     "Not on a bike, it isn't!" Eddie squinted, looking her up and down. His face softened at the sight of her short skirt and shaking frame. He thought she was jittery from anger, but had realized she was still shivering from how cold she was.

     "You rode your bike here?"

     "No! I rode yours!" She practically stomped like a child throwing a tantrum. The other three party members had decided to step out for a moment and give them their space while Ziggy's hands shook as they pointed a finger at Eddie.

     "It's fifteen degrees out-"

     "Yeah, no shit, Munson!" Eddie stood from his chair and started to pull his leather jacket off with a guilty look. He reached out to drape it over her shoulders but she slapped his arms away.

     "I'm just trying to give you my jacket."

     "No! I don't want it!"

     "Just take it."

     "I'm not cold!"

     "Bullshit. You're freezing." She jabbed her shaking finger into his chest in disgust.

     "You're bullshit!" Eddie's face scrunched with a shake of the head.

     "That doesn't even make-"

     "Shut up!"

     "No!" Finally raising his voice to her volume, he grabbed the hand that was pushing on his chest and yanked her into him, holding her there for a second to pull the coat over her shoulders and tighten it around her. Ziggy shook back and forth as he stiffly pulled the jacket together at her chest before resting his hands on her shoulders and bending down to look into her eyes.

     "I'm sorry I stood you up." Ziggy stared up at him through her lashes with wide eyes, not used to being this close to someone. The anger was easily flushed out of her body as she stared into his big brown eyes. She gently nodded her head. It was only then that the cold really started to set in. His eyes flickered from hers down to her trembling lips and chattering jaw. He ran a hand up and down her arm before looking back up at her eyes.

     "So...is there anything that you would like to apologize for?" His voice was quiet and soft, like he was urging her to tell him something he already knew. Ziggy couldn't blink as she batted her eyes at him.

     "No." She whispered. Eddie closed his eyes in frustration and dropped his head, letting his hair cover his face. He tilted his head towards the ceiling with a deep breath, adjusting his foot stance and shuffling closer to her.

     "You lied to me, Ziggy." He looked back down at her, still holding her arms. Ziggy's face scrunched up after her trance was broken.

     "I lied to help you." She squeaked. Eddie's brows furrowed.

     "How is making me waste my time on work that won't raise my grade 'helping' me? You just wanted more community service hours." Ziggy's face dropped at his accusation. Just like that, the anger was back.

     "Okay, I don't know if you understand how curriculums work, but everything is put in a specific order for a reason. If you understand what was being taught two months ago, it will be easier for you to understand what's being taught now. Having you dive into new work without knowing what's already been assigned would be like teaching you division before you've learned subtraction! All of this is going to be on your final, which is in two months might I add! If we did things the way that you're suggesting then you would get a fifty percent at most and you'd fail the class!" With each word, her voice raised.

     "Why didn't you just tell me that instead of lying?"

     "Because you needed motivation! Now that you know that, do you feel any more accomplished than you did an hour ago?"

     "No!"

     "Exactly!" They both drifted into a heavy silence. Eddie dropped his hands from her shoulders and turned around. Ziggy stared up at the back of his head with a sad frown.

     "You really thought I was fucking you over for more community service hours?" Her meek voice asked, raw from all of the yelling. Eddie turned back around and stared down at her blankly. He heaved in a deep breath, closing his eyes and shaking his head in disbelief.

     "Yeah." He huffed out. Ziggy was the one who took a step towards him this time.

     "I lied about the missing assignments and I'm sorry that I made you think that you can't trust me, but I wasn't lying when I said that I want you to pass, Eddie." They stood toe to toe. Eddie looked down at her with shiny eyes, glimmering in the overhead lights. He swallowed thickly with a nod.

     "But I'm not gonna say that I'm sorry for lying. I know it was the right move and it was best for you. So, I'm just gonna need you to trust that, from this point on, I am either telling the truth, or lying for your own good." Eddie tilted his head in thought.

     "You think you know what's best for me?" He challenged. Ziggy smiled up at him, making him crack a grin in response. She nodded her head confidently.

     "And what if I decide that I know what's best for you?" Ziggy's smile faded with an unsure look.

     "Run it by me first and I'll weigh my options." Eddie straightened his back with a bright grin.

     "How about I drive you home?" Ziggy hissed at the suggestion, tilting her head as he lowered his with raised brows.

     "No?"

     "No, I don't think so."

     "And why is that?"

     "We've still got an hour and a half until our study session is finished."

     "Jesus, you're relentless."

[sucker-for-yanderes]

Holy Smokes

Yan!Delson Rowe x F!Reader

Bad karma Delson who's absolutely infatuated with the unfortunate reader. Reader is represented as a girl so mlw relationship. TW minor ish angst and dubcon kiss. "I will have you." Implied reader death so not rlly a happy ending sorry :p I'm feeling angsty

For context: This version of Delson is near the end of the story where he has smoke powers, neon powers, and video powers.

Your heart heavy with sadness and angst seeing the path Delson went down after he got his powers. Perhaps he wasn't changed, maybe he was always like this.

Maybe he was always so obsessed with you that he would watch you change in your window next door.

Maybe you hadn't noticed how he always got so jealous that he would grind his teeth and get so standoff-ish with any guy that dared approach you. You thought he was just being protective in an older brother sort of way. After all, you guys basically grew up together. You hadn't known anyone when the tribe took you and your parents in after your father turned out to be a conduit. Banished by everyone except the Akomish. Everyone here treated your family like people instead of spawns of the devil. For one, there was a fear that you had inherited your father's terrifying shadow powers. But that wasn't true, you were just a normal, powerless girl. You were angry at the world for painting these world-changing powers as a bad thing. Time after time you would beg your father to show you his powers, and without fail he would impress you everytime. You were so damn proud of your father, it made you sick to your stomach that society-the whole world- would abandon him and conduits alike. Delson understood you long before he had the powers. It seems like he was the first person to understand you as you were. And that's what made this... situation... so hard.

To leave him behind in your past as you planned to abandon his mission to catch Augustine in pursuit of her affliction. Closing your eyes as you turned your back, you felt a warm hand on yours. A silence followed but you knew who was there." I'm leaving, Delson." You sighed, not bothering to turn to meet his eyes. Those eyes that you hated to love.

" Look at me."

A pang in your heart as he spoke those words, knowing it wouldn't be long before you caved. It isn't fair. His grip desperately tightened so hard on your hand as you attempted to take another step forward and away from him, you winced." Delso-" He didn't give you time to finish as he turned you around to pin you to the cold brick wall. His intense gaze desperately looking for you in your eyes, the eyes that refused to give into him, that refused to give into your heart.

" Please..."

With the painfully long silence, it was clear he wasn't going to yield. With tear filled eyes, you finally give him what he wants. He doesn't smirk like he usually would. He's serious about you. You wanted to scream and cry and push him away right now because looking into his eyes reminded you of all the painful memories leading up to this moment.

When you overheard Fetch talking to him about hooking up and what you've heard about him from the media and people. The killings, the murders, hurting innocent people, hurting anyone who spoke out about his evil doings. The silencing. Delson knew he wouldn't be able to hide the truth from you forever.

The truth is, he didn't exactly have a plan as to what he would do when you found out about what he had been up to. Because everything he's doing really is for the tribe. If he could get you to understand that, then that would be ideal. But not good enough. He has to have you. When the smoke man heard those words come out of your mouth that's when he started panicking. He can't let you go. Not now. Not ever.

" Why? Why are you doing all of this?"

Tears escape your eyes and cascade down your warm cheeks. You can barely see the man in front of you.

"Doing what, exactly?"

The way he had said it wasn't in a 'playing dumb' type of way. You knew he wanted to hear you say it." Tell me. Tell me how bad and scary I am. I'm doing what I have to for the tribe." He defends.

" Taking the lives of innocent people? That's how you're going to save the tribe? Because the tribe is terrified of you, Delson. I'm terrified of you." You gripe. Delson leans in closer towards you, placing a finger under your chin.

" I scare you?"

He asks softly with genuine concern, but at the same time he really feels kind of nice about it. It's nice that he can manipulate you with fear at the very least.

" Do you even care? Because I thought you were all about Fetch now. You're perfect for each other at this point-"

Delson lets you go no further and smashes his lips into yours. You hate it. You hate that this is the way you're kissing him right now. The only time you want to kiss him is when you are happy, or literally in any other mood right now. You push him and bang your fists on his chest. He moves your hands away and above your head against the brick wall behind you. When Delson pulls away to admire your face, he can't help but feel sad too.

" I didn't want it to be like this either. But I wasn't going to be accepted either way. This was always going to be how it is. It is the only way, (Name)."

He studies your face in the purple lighting from the neon signs from the alleyway you two are in. It's just after sunset and the night has just begun." And for the record, Fetch wishes. There's someone else I'm sort of into..." Of course, he's suddenly back to his playful self. He's not the one who can be serious for too long. It's one of the things you liked about him." How can I trust you anymore? I feel sad that I ever did..." You cry out even more.

" Because you love me. That's why you'll trust me." With one last, surprisingly gentle, kiss to your forehead, he walks away. Leaving you. But you don't feel sad that he's leaving. You're sad because you know you'll always be connected to him. You're in love with him and it's terrible. He vanishes with the fading neon images of him left behind in his trail. You can't help but follow. More tears escape your eyes as you see the neon-scribed image left on the building in front of you.

"I love you."

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.

.

Delson has always loved you. Down to every minute detail. Not just your looks, he really saw you. The way you spoke, how your humor and his matched perfectly, the way he could be himself around you because you allowed him to be, and how you could allow yourself to be vulnerable to strangers because you believed in people and that no one is inherently evil. The best way to describe your guys' bond was like a lock and key.

The last trait is something Delson is almost envious of. But because of the way people have been treating him because of his newfound power, he can't say he would ever allow himself to believe in people ever again besides you and the tribe.

And that's another reason why he must protect you.

You're too trusting, too easy of a target. And from what Delson's seen, the world is way too dangerous with the threat of dealers, gangs, and the corruptness of the city overall. He's not entirely sure how he could ever make you understand since you and him are different. You're normal, and he's not. That's the way society made it.

When he got his powers he was so happy, but the more he's used it it seems the more it's put a divide between you and him. And he hates that. He hates it more than anything in the world. Delson wants to be with you always.

His playful crush for you when he was just a boy had turned into something deeper as he matured into a man and as you matured into a woman. He knew that no one could ever understand you like he could, if only you understood that. If only he could make you understand that.

Would kidnapping you be going too far? No, no, that would just make you resent him forever. You've got your parents to go back home to after all. If he could just try to convince you, then he won't have to resort to plan B.

A part of him knows that deep down behind your stubborn act, is the love for him that you're ashamed of. Your heart seems to be locked in a cage that he knows he rightfully should have the key to, but you've hid it from him. He knows he has that power over you. Because whenever he's hurt, you're the first person running to him with tears in your eyes and ready to help him and save him, despite being powerless. It was comical.

You protect him? Ha, please. It's unheard of for a mere human to go out of their way to help the big scary bio-terrorist.

And he loved your devotion to him. If he could convince you to keep devoting yourself to him.

Delson was hurt by the fact that you would even think he would go and hook up with Fetch. It's always you that's on his mind, he doesn't see Fetch as anything rather than something he can use as an ally to help get his lick back at Augustine and her pathetic excuse for an army. Maybe he'll have to deal with Fetch. Her way of hitting on him, especially in front of you, was something he had always disliked. Hated, even. Because he could see the look on your face, the tears that you would try to quickly hide. He punches himself for even letting it go that far, to make you jealous. Although, it's nice to know you want him.

But right now, he's about to lose you. And he won't let that happen. Absolutely not.

Think, Delson, think.

If he can just get Fetch out of the picture, keep a low profile (because ever since he started killing the DUP officers and the protesters, he knows he cannot be redeemed), and heal everyone back home then that's when he can earn you back.

But what Delson doesn't know is that karma will catch up to him. What he has taken from others, it will surely be taken from him.

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A/N: Guys I rlly recommend playing this game (available on playstation and pc I think) or you can watch the gameplays. Pewdiepie's gameplay of this was hilarious but yeah please give it a try! It was ahead of its time but it barely gets the recognition it deserves and hopefully I can change that.

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 280, Replies Part 2

1) “OH SO THAT IS WHY THE CHAPTER NAME I SEE

WELP, GOODBYE THEN KIRISHIMA, LONGED SO MUCH FOR THE SWEET MANLY EMBRACE OF DEATH YOU JUST HAD TO STEAL THE CHAPTER, DIDN’T YA?

Well, I bet you’re gonna be fine after this, I’ve seen your unbreakable mode before, give that Machia dude a bich ouchie on his hand”-  The dirt being also still semi-liquid from Mudman’s Quirk also helped. Kirishima’s Quirk prevented him from breaking anything from the force of Machia’s blow, but he probably couldn’t have dug his way out of the earth that quickly without the aid of all that softening. (MHA ch 279) 2) “Oh no, oh the humanity~ who’s gonna save the day now?”- The only boy who will never break under the pressure.

3) “ kirishima was like “outta my way gay boi imma steal this chapter” then a moment later “i got crushed to death” “- Kirishima’s done letting himself be crushed by the weight of his own fears and doubts, let alone machia’s hand.

4) “And Machia is up again, and majorly pissed off. This does not bode well for the keikaku*”-  I find it somewhat disquieting that machia actually can call the League ‘comrades’. That shows an atypical level of self-thinking and reflection from him, that he does truly think of the PLF and the like as being equals in the same ideology, rather than devoting all his brainpower to revolving around AFO and Tomura alone. 5) “OOHHHHHH THERE HE GOES THE ROCKY BOI IS GOING UP!

HOLY SHIT KIRISHIMA’S CLAWS ARE HARD ENOUGH TO EVEN PIERCE MACHIA’S HIDE JESUS FUCK MAN

AND NOW MACHIA IS EVEN MORE PISSED OFF THAN BEFORE “- Due to a smaller surface area, the sharpness of kirishima’s claws are enough to barely pierce into Machia’s first layer of skin because they focus all of his grip strength into a single piercing point, allowing him to cut just deep enough to draw blood, but not any great level of damage that can’t be healed in a day or two. Thankfully, Kirishima doesn’t need to wound Machia, he just needs him to keep talking and leaving his big mouth wide open…

6) “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT TOGA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME HOW DARE YOU I’M SO MAD RIGHT NOW I’M GOING TO REMOVE YOU FROM MY FAVORITE CHARACTER’S LIST, YOU’RE GOING DOWN AT LEAST THREE SPOTS AFTER THAT ONE YOUNG LADY”-The league are not going to give the heroes a single Inch. If they can make a move to stop them, they will. On the other hands, if the heroes have more moves to make than they can use to stop them…. 7) “HOLY SHIT HE MANAGED TO SAVE MINA’S VIAL HELL FUCKING YEAH”- Mina thought she failed, but in actuality, despite her slip-up due to an understandable trauma, she was in the right place at the right time to allow Kirishima to succeed in the goal regardless. 8) “AND THERE WE FUCKING GO

YEET: ACHIEVED “- This fight comes down to both sides, equally determined, giving each other everything they’ve got to win, and the victor is the one that endures to the end…no matter the cost along the way… 9) “HOLY FUCK MOMO DID YOU FUCKING MADE THOSE HOWITZERS IN THE MEANTIME? MY GOD GIRL”- Who needs an army base to supply you with tanks and helicopters when we’ve got Momo on the field? That said, she is definitely gonna needs some calories in her, stat, after making that much heavy-duty ordinance. 10) “OH DAMN IT IS ACTUALLY THE CAVALRY COMING TO SAVE THE DAY

OR TRY TO, I SHOULD SAY, BECAUSE MACHIA IS NOW REALLY FUCKING PISSED

OH GOD DO HIS JAW GO UP AND PROTECTS HIS SKULL OR SOMETHING? THAT’S FUCKING HORRIFYING”-  Just a note, but Majestic is actually one of the heroes that Momo interned under during the hero internships, which is why she calls out to him specifically and he mentions having high hopes for her. Other side-note, Horikoshi is almost certainly going to be moving onto drawing a horror manga once MHA is wrapped up. 11) “But boy, I have a strange feeling that Endeavor just managed to get Shigaraki madder, and he’s about to snap with a breaking speech that will make Stain’s one seem like a baby talking”- Machia might be the one based on the Hulk, but Tomura seems to have his “mad = more power” ability in a twisted self-sustaining cycle. He gets mad and attacks the heroes for what he suffered, they beat him down to protect themselves and others, he views this as more unfair abuse being heaped on him and everybody ganging up on him and starts fighting back more viciously, rinse and repeat until he’s standing atop a mountain of dust and exulting in his victory despite missing half his body from the struggle. 12) “Kirishima’s backstory showed how he was always hesitant to jump in, and how seeing Mina move before she could think was one of the factors that allowed him to break out of that shell. Now, in the present day, we have Mina hesitating due to fear, and kirishima jumping in front of her, before he could even think about what he was doing that was a neat parallel, I love how both their stories and moments connected like that, it is so cute.”-  Another parallel was that Mina had the time to steel herself before jumping in, not being suddenly put on the spot like she was here, and Kirishima had all that time running through the flames to self-prepare himself for leaping in when she couldn’t finish it herself. But despite that, Mina did have the opportunity to throw the vial in herself, it was just the unfortunate coincidence of it being Machia who traumatised her before that tripped her up, something nobody could have predicted, so if she can see past his fumble here, she should be able to recognise her own heroic deed for what it was.

@thelreads

[glaswen]

bill paxton voice : ‘GAME OVER’

He flees the river as if escaping the clutches of styx itself. 

Skeletal hands, once full of him, now reach outwards to nothingness from the depths of the water. They are slow to grip upon themselves, tightening into translucent flesh and shake before sinking back within the water. The creature disappears beneath the tide, only to resurface near the shoreline. Virescent light searches, her glare roaming outwards into the night. A desperate motion circling the boundary between land and river. 

He can hear her voice behind him; she sounds like many women all at once, every vocal range extended out to him. They beg for him to return, shaking in their dulcet notes, failing to hide the plea beneath their alluring surface. In his panic, Trent can hear someone far younger beneath the facade; her frustration cracking the illusion. It’s the sound of a girl on the verge of tears,  bellowing scream poured from the cage of her heart.

The escapee makes no effort to turn back and see the true face of the monster by the riverbed. For if he did, he would know these roles were reversed; he would heed her message and the story would end as fate decreed. The noise treads beyond the coast, calling his name amongst other expletives until her faint roars are swallowed by the autumn wind.  

He can feel himself slow as adrenaline leaves his system; safety found in distance and now as he reaches the nearest fence, the wounds she had delivered were bearing their weight on him. Dripping fingers had pressed tight against his throat, dragging him beneath to tear away the flesh on his shoulder--letting him bleed as he struggled. 

If he hadn’t, her teeth would have found his jugular next. 

He drops down next to the fence, crumbling beneath the weight of his wounds and drenched clothing. Taste of blood pooling in the back of his throat, hoarse noise escapes in a cough. Splatters of darkness stain his already mud-ridden jeans and the patch of grass between them. 

But he’s alive, it’s more than enough of a consolation prize

His hand reaches for his phone, tumbling the device out of his pocket and hitting the black screen with his thumb enough times to confirm the water damage. Damn.

The device slides from his hand to the gravel in defeat, and still he can hear her calling out from below as he props himself against the chainlink fence to recoup. The glow remains by the water, struggling to leave the divide she was entrapped in, eyes half-lidded watch it, bobbing up and down the riverbed. Trapped.

Safety returns. 

Or it does until another unknown chimes from the darkness. 

❝  Why did you leave? You were so close to getting what you wanted. ❞ The voice belongs to a man sitting where the space was once empty beside him. Trent’s vision blurry, he can’t make out the features but the presence doesn’t alarm him when it should. It felt right this person would be here, whoever it was.

❝ She was going to kill me. ❞ 

The stranger scoffs, and rises to his feet. ❝ Exactly. How else would you see this done? ❞

❝ I can’t die. ❞

❝  You made this deal to die---With my blood to keep you alive I gave you the opportunity to have the death you wanted. ❞

Can’t be right, he made this deal to live. Why would he die here? This river no less. He was dying when he signed his soul away; was he only thinking of the ideal suicide to drive him back here? He was in the mindset at the time, the blood loss must have left his reason slipping through the cracks.

He knows who this was now, the stranger staring out to the river.

❝ I won’t die here. ❞

❝ So you rescind your end? You would choose not to die here, ever? ❞ 

❝ Yes. Please, I can’t. ❞  

Sight returns gradually, enough to recount the features on the man’s face. He looks to be squinting in the darkness, eyes narrowing towards the green light in the water. The smile on his face looks like he’s made his own private joke for their conversation.  

❝ Fine, I’ll release you. You two will have your endings sealed. ❞ 

The question beckons to be asked, and he almost does. Words failing as the pain of an old wound becomes undone. The bullet wound reforms in a gaping hole in his abdomen, unwinding the once sealed flesh in white hot ice. He feels weak suddenly, as darkness swallows his clothes; mixing with the dried blood from the previous encounter.

Trent dies shortly after. The ghost on the river silences;  somehow knowing her one salvation from the grave has been stolen away.

A fire for the body was set, flames combusting inwards to vent the annoyance of a lost deal. The soul, the escaping soul, the one bound for purgatorio or hell even to a lesser extent, is not allowed to leave. The devil motions towards it, grasping outward to open air and pulls the spirit to him. A silvery light of a human soul in two hands; he cups it tightly, brings the remnant to his maw, and devours. 

The wind cries out again, this time carrying along the tears of a girl. Now eternally trapped in her river tomb. 

[basically-a-god]

Lore Week Day 3!

Chapter 3- 13 years old

I stepped into the dark alleyway, checking my surroundings before letting out a breath. I walked further into it, letting out a breath as I dropped my backpack to the ground and sat against a wall. I unzipped my backpack, grabbing out an apple I’d stolen earlier today. I grabbed my trusty pocket knife that I’d taken from some old creep in a casino ages ago and quickly started slicing it. I might be homeless but I still had some manners. 

I kept a tight grip on the blade as I grabbed a slice with my other hand. I was about to take a bite before I heard steps coming. I straightened, immediately holding my knife up higher as I looked around. There- to my right I could see someone walking over to me, but it was too dark to see anything but a faint outline. I stepped up, my small meal forgotten. “What do you want?” I snapped, refusing to let my voice tremble. 

The silhouette came closer, showing me just enough to reveal it was a man. I stepped back. Oh shit- out of all the types of people to see in a dark alley, this was not my first pick. “Go away, seriously.” I said, holding the knife up higher. “Woah, chill- I’m not going to hurt you.” I blinked in confusion. His voice was different than I expected, smoother than the ruff voices I was used to, and I could practically hear the fear in his voice. 

I hesitantly stepped closer, still ready to hurt him if I needed to. I squinted my eyes, trying to see him better. He looked about my age, and was a few inches taller than me. “I’m really sorry girl, I just wanted to ask for some food.” He walked closer, pointing to where my backpack and untouched apple were sitting. I crossed my arms. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m sort of low on supplies.” I lied. 

I had enough food to share with this guy, but I didn’t trust him not to kidnap me and sell me on the black market. “Are you sure? It looked like you had plenty of food 3 minutes ago.” He said, and I could see him cross his arms. “It’s a no, buddy. Get out of here.” I said, using my irritation to hide the tremor in my voice. “I swear I’m not going to kidnap you or whatever you’re thinking.” He said, and I could hear the pleading in his voice. 

Damn this dude was persistent. “Fine.” I sighed, sitting back down by my backpack, but I kept a death grip on my blade. “One wrong move-“ I started. “Yeah, I’ve got it.” The boy said, sitting down across from me so that I could actually see him. Woah.

His light brown hair was a little greasy, but I had a feeling it looked better once it was washed. His brown eyes were gorgeous, a sweet chocolate brown. He immediately looked more trust worthy. I blinked a few times, trying to make sure he actually looked like that and not the dirty creep I was expecting. Once I confirmed he was in fact real, I noticed his expression. He was looking at me in shock, or maybe disbelief. 

“Uh- I have some ritz crackers too.” I said, quickly rummaging through my backpack and handing him a sleeve of the crackers. “Thank you.” He said, quickly eating them all. I watched him for a moment before I remembered the growing hunger in my stomach and I awkwardly started to eat my apple. “So have you been on the streets for a while?” He asked after swallowing. I shrugged. “Not really. Just like, four months.” He whistled. “Damn. I’ve only been here for like- two weeks.” 

He told me. I was curious to why he was homeless, but I didn’t wonder to ask him and then have him want me to explain my backstory. So I nodded and took another bite. “You’re the only person I’ve met that’s around my age so far.” He pointed out. “And the only one who’s been willing to help me. I shrugged. “I’ll help anyone who isn’t trying to kill me.”

 He chuckled, before smiling as if he got an idea. “You know, we’re two homeless teenagers who don’t want to kill each other, that’s pretty rare. Maybe we could work together?” He gave me a grin and all logic went out the window. “Yeah, that would be.. smart.” I said, quickly nodded. His grin widened and I swear my heart was going to explode. “Well then, new partner in crime,” He held out his hand. “The names Lucas. And you are?” A smile tugged at my lips as I shook my hand. “Robin.”

[ocean-eyeslnrp]

Tw: violence, blood, death, weapons, knives, child abuse mention, child neglect mention, child endangerment mention Ace hated coming to Kings Hill, especially when she had to check in with her dad. This was different though, she was nervous. Actually nervous because of what she was bringing with her. The fact she was about to try to cut ties once again.

The hell he had gave her the first time when her and Jax left Kings Hill she hadn't expected him to let her come back as easily as she did. She felt a shiver shoot down her spine as the door of the abandoned facility he used to work out of reverberated through the whole building.

She tapped her arm at each step he took up the staircase. Counting. She had done it since she was a kid, how loud the steps were determined how angry he might be. It determined how she had to carry herself in the encounter. Her eyes wide as she stood still determining it all, calculating how this might go.

She heard the door open behind her and gulped down the fear because at the end of the day she couldn't let him get to her like that. "Ahh, Hell." Billy spoke from behind her knowing he was in for some kind of hell. He knew he had broke her pretty much from coming into his office. Ace had watched him age through the years in this dimly.. no terribly lit room, just like he had watched her. "What are you here for? Better not be to get your ass out of trouble."

Ace rolled her eyes, "No, I came to talk to you about something else." She watched his brow raise and he made his way around to stand in front of her. This wasn't really an office. It was a room with shit in every corner but it was empty everywhere else. The floor was bloodstained, several fights happened here a lot of them she witnessed when she was barely old enough to understand that the person that had lost all that blood was more than likely dead.

He sighed running his hand through his greying hair, "What is it? I-." Ace cut him off, "I quit." She had to hide the quiver in her voice, don't worry it was anger. As soon as she got the quit out of her mouth he was laughing. Laughing, not the reaction she expected but she knew what was going. "Again? You'll be back in a few months. You've done this shit ever since you were a kid but you like the money too much." He smirked, "you take after me too damn much."

"Not this time." She smirked back at him, "This time I'm for real. I'm done. I'm not coming back. I don't need your help."

He laughed again, each laugh fueling her anger a bit more. He never took her seriously and he had loved it when she came crawling back to him. "You'll be back. You said the same shit last fucking time."

She rolled her eyes and turned around to leave she had said what she needed to, had finished his previous shipment off. She didn't need him anymore. He stopped her though, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. "You really think you're going to make it without my help, huh? More like your fucking mother than I thought. You've ran all your fucking life and got no where, why do you think this will be different." He was scowling, he seemed to think this time was actual different or something.

Ace tried to jerk out of his grip but she was once again that little girl at the end of his wrath. The kid that had lost had lost a delivery, run off, or was attacked by a junkie. She matched his scowl though as he continued to berate her and tell her how worthless she was and how she wouldn't make it. She tried to jerk away again but he pulled her in closer, his fingers digging into her arm.

For once he was showing he needed her now though. She had an upper hand and she laughed in his face. "Sounds like you're the one that won't make it without me. Are you fucking scared that I'm become your competition and sweep your old ass under the rug?" She smirked shaking her head, "Pathetic ass excuse. No wonder she left you. No wonder everyone leaves you." His grip loosened on her arm and she was finally able to jerk free, "I'm not here to keep your shitty ass fucking business alive. I'm not here to be your fucking legacy. I have my fucking own, looking at you. You couldn't even get in with fucking Dark World if you wanted to. I'm your fucking in there. I grew your shit and spread the reach better than your sorry ass ever could."

She was used to a slap after smarting off but the fist connected with her jaw and she saw red. Her own fist clocking his jaw and it turned into a full on fist fight between father and daughter. Not the typical family reunion most would want.

When his hands went around her neck though and squeezed tight it took them both the floor. She fought to grab him back, her hands grasping at his clothes as she fought for air. Her eyes had rolled back, and she was grasping for anything then. When she finally was able to take a sharp inhale, a heavy weight on her chest but for now her eyes stayed closed as she got herself back together. She opened her eyes and saw her dad laying against her and it was then she felt her favorite knife in her hand. The shaking was back as she pushed his limp form off of her realizing what had happened. "Shit... Dad?" She shook him gently, no response. Panic filled her then, her body shaking, she was at this point frantic to get a response but there was none. The blood on her hand and the blade said it all, but she still didn't believe it.

She stood up and stood across the room knife still in hand as she pulled out her phone and started dialing the first person she could think of, Jax. He didn't answer, "FUCK," she said partially crying so the next best thing was to call Skai.

When she answered Ace's voice shook, "H... hey. I just umm. I need help." She partially broke eyes still on her dad's body as tears collected in them, she was happy Skai couldn't see her now but hopefully she didn't here it in her voice.

[wtfsteveharrington]

what i’m waitin’ for / steve harrington x reader 

contents & contains: period sex & protective steve who hits raw but pulls out bc balance. brief mention of death / nightmares. if you don’t like blood maybe skip this one but it’s not super graphic at all. also this is a little angsty like it kinda hurt to write when it was supposed to just be wanky

author’s note: LISTEN!! i wrote a “period sex with ___” for seven st characters. none of them were going to see the light of day but i’ve been affectionately bullied into posting steve’s. fair warning - it’s written in bullet point format which isn’t my typical style. 

word count: almost 1.1k

steve isn’t onboard at first with the whole period situation

mainly because he’s “seen enough blood in his lifetime, i don’t want even more on solely my dick”

plus he assumes blood = pain and is half convinced you’d hurt yourself to get him off

which like… you probably would but this isn’t that kind of situation

“but steve…. need you so bad, my pretty boy. don’t you miss me? hmm?”

and he groans, grabbing your hips and letting you rock yourself against his thigh. he misses you literally every second he isn’t with you, and even sometimes when he’s with you he starts dreading the impending sense of missing you when you leave

he’s hopelessly whipped

steve harrington would risk everything for you. he would fight every single monster in every dimension, would risk getting fired from every job trying to sneak you home free stuff (looking @ you pints of scoop’s ahoy may they rip), and so much more.

but fucking you on your period?

his eyes are focused on the way your hips move, watching your own hands slide under your shirt to start cupping your breasts

and you think you’ve won him over

until you hear that damn sharp inhale, his grip loosening and “it’s just a few more days. then i’ll take care you for a whole night straight”

so you take matters into your own hands and print out a “why period sex is good for girls” article to leave on his desk

which he of course is so entertained by and “you’re persistent i’ll give you that”

the true moment steve breaks his no period rule?

maybe it’s a little selfish BUT

let’s be honest, that boy has nightmares left and right. you can’t see what he has seen and not.

so one night he’s waking up in a panic, having just dreamed that you were killed right in front of him

he tried to save you

steve’s main goal in life is to keep you safe

but he didn’t

so when he’s waking up and you’re just sleeping so soundly next to him?

he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, lips so warm on your neck as he wakes you up

and you just feel him pressing into your thigh

“wake up, honey. nothing’s wrong, just need you.” which of course you’re not going to say no to. ever.

but you have to prepare yourself.

steve barely lets go of you until you’re pushing against his chest and “just give me a minute to clean up, okay?”

he read the article multiple times. he knows he needs to get a towel laid down, he knows missionary is one of the best for cramps

there’s a second towel being rolled up for under your hips and you want to giggle so badly when you come back to the bed and see his set up

you settle for grabbing his hands, his waist, pulling him flush against you until your lips meet and steve just feels so needy

normally you guys savor foreplay, taking time to touch one another and kissing until you’re both seconds away from being pushed to desperate

but tonight steve has you laying back on the bed, pressing his lips in a trail up from your knee to your inner thigh and over your stomach, all the way up to your lips

his fingers tease your clit but his eyes are focused on yours, so intense that you can barely even concentrate on anything else

“you know i’d do anything for you, right? i’d give up everything if it meant keeping you safe.”

which makes your heart flutter both with the overwhelming sensation of being so loved and apprehension because what brought this on

your arms are around his neck, fingers in his hair

he doesn’t want to dwell or it’ll ruin the moment so he’s just lining himself up and pushing in and you’re both a moaning mess

because fuck you feel so warm that steve might go crazy and you’re so sensitive that even just being full like this could make you come which is ridiculous but you’re not complaining

the sex? so gentle but firm. just steve trying to convey how much he loves you, how much he needs you in every way

he’s constantly checking in to make sure you’re okay, which of course you are but you’re eating up how worried he is

until he’s bringing your knees over his shoulders and fucking into you just so deep with these long strokes that aren’t quick but the rhythm is pushing you over, your lips parted as you moan out a mess of begging for more and his name

you’re not sure what pushes you over the edge but steve’s savoring every second of feeling you come around him, rocking himself into you for as long as he can manage before pulling out at the last second

you feel the warmth dripping on your pussy, watching his face as his orgasm wrecks through him

the two of you stay like that for a moment, your knees over his shoulders as he rubs your legs and turns his head to press tender kisses to your skin

steve 100% has to practically drag you to the shower after because you were already tired and now you were fucked and you just want to sleep

“absolutely not, babe. the article specifically said to shower after and you need to pee because we’re not gonna let you get a uti. plus how can you sleep in this?”

he makes all very valid points

your boyfriend gets you both cleaned up and lets you stay under the water a few minutes longer while he goes to clean up the towels and get the bed back together for you two

the sun’s starting to come up so he’s closing the curtains tight and turning off his alarm set to go off in less than two hours

you two fall asleep within minutes of laying on the bed, your boyfriend tangling himself around you which would normally too hot to deal with but you know he needs it

so you press gentle kisses to his neck and drag your fingers up and down his back, murmuring how much you love him until he falls asleep

and he sleeps peacefully, not another nightmare plaguing him the rest of the night