#ashley hunt x reader

[onmyyan]

You know those silly porn plots where the person gets stuck in something and then gets boinked to all heaven. I'm just thinking about Ashley finding a poor darling stuck in between a broken fence while helping out around the farm and can't help himself. I mean yeah sure, you might not get a hand right away but you'll get something better.

I mean darling was going to be sore after helping around anyways. Right? Right.

-🎂

The way I have two similar requests like this for Ashley y'all so nasty I love it TW FOR YANDERE DUBCON Feedback is welcome and appreciated NOT EDITED

"Ash? Is that you?" He hears your sweet voice call out to him from the barn, he takes wide heavy steps to get to you faster, not liking how uneasy you sounded, it was another hot summer day out on the farm and you'd insisted on helping him out with his chores so he could be done sooner, acts of kindness like that are part of the reason Ashley fell for you in the first place, as of right now he was just your good friend and neighbor, but he so desperately needed more from you, he years to cross that line and push your relationship where it's meant to be, he was a good, honest man, he helped everyone he came across and he just wanted you, the universe seems to agree, blessing him with quite the sight this fateful afternoon.

You've somehow managed to wedge your plump body between the pen of one of his more rowdy sheep, Betty.

He watches you hungrily, blue eyes trained on your perfect ass, his hands balled into fists as he watches it jiggle, wiggling back and forth as you tried to squirm out of your predicament, your tank top had been caught on a nail when you'd gotten stuck chasing Betty out of harm's way, the dirtied white shirt lay in scraps around your waist as your bare, soft looking back arched in a way that had all his blood rush south, his dick stirring in his jeans as he coughed, alerting you to his presence.

"You alright there sweatpea?" He asks, shamelessly eyeing the curves of your body, the way your thick thighs pressed together as you fruitlessly struggled, you laughed, he could tell you were embarrassed, "Oh thank God Ash! Betty gave me the runaround and I managed to get stuck in here, can you help me?" You giggle at your own clumsiness but Ash doesn't have it in him to laugh, his brain wracked with images of you, none of them platonic, he doesn't respond for a second, unable to speak as he furrowed his brow, his cock straining painfully against the front of his jeans.

He's trembling in place as his pent up desire and longing for you came to a head, he couldn't get his mind off the lewd scenarios playing behind his eyes, he swallows thickly, sweat beading down his brow as he begins to pant.

"You hurt?" He manages to ask, stepping close enough where you could feel the fabric of his pants, his large frame hovering above you, "No, I'm okay, just completely embarrassed." You laugh it off breath hitching when you hear him drop to his knees behind you, you can hear his breath pick up a bit, his voice heavy with something dark, something that had your thighs clenched together.

"Thats good.." he trails off, "Real good." He swallowed audibly before placing his hot, big hands on the meat of your round hips, squeezing the flesh experimentally, "I'ma get you outta' here just hold steady..." he trails off as if in a trance, his hands pawing at your short clad hips, as if he was trying to find the best angle. "That's it, be still f'me." He grunts out softly before tugging you backwards by your hips, his eyes roll back at the sweet, surprised mewl that leaves you, "Woah- hold on-" you say beyond flustered as you felt his intimate hold, your hands gripping at the stray pieces of hay on the inside of the pen, he was just trying to help, but the way he felt against you, the tremble in his voice, how electricity ran up your body from where his hands firmly gripped you, it had your face burning hot and your breath quickening.

"Gotta try and pull you out suga'." He says, his tongue poking out in concentration, he repeats his actions, pulling your thinly clothed core directly on his aching cock, this time he gives a slight grind, huffing at the whimpers it draws from you. "You really got yourself in a jam there didn't ya' sweetie?" He says sounding more flustered than you,

"Uh-um Ashley? What are you doing?" You manage to utter out through your fluster, your voice having a slight whine as you felt him grind his massive hard on into you, your brain was still trying to rationalize his actions, surly the modern cowboy wasn't taking this chance to rut against you like an animal in heat.

You felt him nip at your exposed back playfully, he leaned as close as he could, tugging you back faster, humping against your ass like a teenager who couldn't contain themselves, "Little minx," he growls against your skin, abandoning any pretense of helping you, "if you wanted to drive me wild you didn't have to go so far as to get your pretty," he rolls his hips with a grunt, "-tempting, little body so nice and stuck f'me." He chuckles darkly as you buck and mewl against him, the friction absolutely delicious as he grinded against you, panting and sweaty, his cock begins to leak pre against his jeans as he huffs and grunts like a wild animal.

"I di-didn't! I swear!" You tried to defend yourself but it fell on flat ears as he only pulled you into him harder, the seam on your jean shorts dug into your clit with everyone thrust.

He stops his motion, you open your mouth, confusion on your face when he's suddenly hooks his fingers around the band and yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees in one quick move, he wastes no time burying his face in your slick folds, moaning obscenely as he finally gets to taste you, he inhales deeply shuddering at your delectable scent, god how he'd dreamed of this exact moment, you taste better than he'd ever imagined, he shakes his head shoving his large tongue as deep inside your twitching hole as he could, his big hands spread your ass cheeks apart, giving him more room to feast, he moans into your trembling pussy, lapping at your honeyed essence like a man starved, your cries of surprise and pleasure had him rutting against nothing, desperate for some relief for his aching cock.

"Fuck!- oh shit Ashley wait- hold on-" he ignores your pleas, almost feral for the nectar gushing down his throat, he didn't stop until you were dripping down his chin, moaning almost as loud as you as he pulls away with a pop, you can't see his face but he looks positively debauched, his tan skin red and drenched in your sweet cum, his hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, his pupils blown wide with lust, only a thin ring of blue left as he drank in the sight of your still twitching pussy.

"There we go, good girl." He praises kissing up your thighs and back, you heard the telltale sound of a belt buckle being undone as he moves with certainty. "Keep still for me now." He says under his breath, slicking up his fat cock with spit, he gives no warning before pushing the weeping head past the tight ring of your entrance, the growl that leaves him is drowned out by your loud cry, he was spreading you so much and it was just the tip! You fisted the hay before you, whining as he grabs your hips again, "Ease up now- there we go, relax baby, it'll fit." The words do the opposite of reassure you as he presses forward, pulling you back onto him with a lewd squelch, he moans loudly as you sink down to his balls, his abdomen tightens, clenching at the molten heat from your cunt, the way you wrapped around him , how your body seemed to shape around his massive girth, he gave a choppy breath, groaning as he began to pound into you, the force of his thrusts shaking the pen so hard you feared it would break.

He was like a man possessed, growling and biting at any skin he could, his balls slapped against your gushing pussy with every one of his brutal thrusts, "Take this dick, take this fuckin' dick sweet thing" he grunts against your skin, his pace now so hard it knocked the breath from your lungs, you weep against the barns dirty floor as he sends you hurdling off the cliff straight into the abyss, your eyes clam shut as you're forced to take every inch of him, you feel him pulsing inside you as he breathes raggedly, "Fuck- oh fuck that's it baby, cum on this dick." He spews the filth as he moves a hand from your hip to rub fast little circles on your swollen clit, you come all over his cock, squirting around him so hard it drenches his blue jeans dark, with a deep growl of your name he reaches his own high, shooting hot load after load into your womb, his whine makes you clench around him, the sounds of your hard panting echo throughout the barn. With a simple move Ashley moves the pen and gently pulls you from your position, finally freeing you, he held your back to his still heaving chest, holding your fucked out form close to him, with a happy sigh he leans against the wall of the barn, your barley conscious form curls into his warm chest, he tilts his hat over his eyes and holds you close, allowing himself a moment of rest before he fucked you good and proper.

[baxndaid]

sal fisher x sick! reader ?????? pls i will take any crumbs i can get why is sally face fandom so dead

sal fisher x reader 🖤🎶♟️ -- sick reader+sal!! hc

a/n ; i need this fandom to be alive again bc wtf hes so perf, short!!

do NOT by any means tell him that he cant visit you while your sick because he does NOT gaf

he'll kiss you, he'll cuddle you, he doesnt care if he gets sick, he just wants to make sure you feel loved and comfortable

both ashley and larry do the same, bringing you flowers and chocolates, todd texts you best wishes but he would rather die than get sick

he might come in with a full nuclear suit just to be safe

sally likes taking care of you, but he gets a little sad whenever he sees you suffering

even if its a common cold, he'll some times over-think and worry about your wellbeing, "what if its something serious? what if they die?" type shit

reassure him you feel fine pls he needs it

he will stay over if his dad lets him (which he does, he finds your relationship cute) and sleep with you to make sure your okay during the night

unless hes really worried, he wont skip school since hes been skipping a lot often due to ghost hunts and the usual sf group shenanigans and the school doesnt really take lightly to absences

lord knows theyve given up on larry though

after spending time with you, he wipes his prosthetic with a disinfectant so he doesnt accidently make anybody else sick

after you get better, he'll fall sick

youll scold him with a "i told you so", and take care of him like he took care of you

ashley would spray sally's entire room with a disinfectant spray before entering, a hand over her lower face to be as dramatic as possible, larry following right after

sally feels bad whenever you take care of him when hes sick, especially because you have to deal with... well, his face

because of the lack of flesh near his mouth, he would drool a lot, especially because he was sick, he would struggle with mucus too, due to his destroyed nose

its not like he couldnt deal with this himself, since hes been like this since childhood, but he feels embarrassed that his own s/o helps him with something that would be an easy task for anybody who wasnt him

but you gently remind him that you do this because you love him, not because you pity him

he'll warn you that you'll get sick if you interact with him which is hypocritical since he literally did the same thing...

kiss him better pls he wants it

keep a massive box of tissues next to his bed stand AND WATER because he always forgets to hydrate even when he isnt sick

in conclusion, you both treat each other well whenever the other is sick, even if it meant that you'd also fall ill after <3

[erisweekofficial]

Fanfic

Tangled (Eris x Reader) by @littlest-w01f

Carry You Home (Eris x OC) by @zenkindoflove

Wings & Steel (Azris) by @chunkypossum

The Trees Have Eyes by @olenvasynyt

Light the Fire Bright chapter 5 by @clockwork-ashes

Nobody's Soldier (Eris x Reader) by @surielstea

Gone Through Enough (part 5) (Eris x Reader) by @thelov3lybookworm

A Bond of Song & Flames Chapter 5 (Eris x OC) by @sadiegirl2021

Of Our Own Devices — Part Five (Eris x Reader) by @illyrianbitch

My teeth and ambitions Snippet by @daycourtofficial

The First Hunt (Eris x Reader) by @readychilledwine

In the Shadows of War (Eris x OC) by @lucienarcheron

The Lake (Eris x Reader) by @mcuamerica

Ashling (Eris x Reader) by @bubybubsters

War (Cassris) by @thomasisaslut

Peace in the Violence (Eris x Reader) by @readychilledwine

Endless, Soulshattering Quiet (Eris x Reader) by @dee-writes-smut

Caught (Eris x OC) by @afandomangel

The Adventure by @climbthemountain2020

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Eris Week OC Project: Alexius by @queercontrarian

Eris Week OC Project: Ashley by queercontrarian

Eris Week OC Project: Tilly by queercontrarian

War is over by @elleybug

General Vanserra by @chunkypossum

War by @the-darkestminds

War by @evermorelore (commissioned by @zenkindoflove)

Wood chopper Eris by @fieldofdaisiies

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War | Adventure by @vetyr (commissioned by @secret-third-thing)

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war ( c o u p ) by @spore-loser

The Song of Azris by @acourtofladydeath

War Moodboard by @shadowqueenjude👑

[misanthropologymajor]

buggin' out (pt. 1)

plagas!leon x partner!fem!reader

You've known Leon for a long while—since his unlucky first day in Raccoon City. What the hell was up with him on this mission to save the president's daughter?

warnings: parasitic infections, descriptive violence, slow burn, anxious reader because my anxiety is so ingrained that I can't write someone who isn't anxious every second of every day, ignoring the treasure hunting aspect of the game because it is a little silly outside of the context of a video game, one use of y/n, lots of euphemisms for killing, awkwardly written combat, crossposted on ao3

part two -

feedback is appreciated :)

wc: 2.4k

"Roost, this is Condor Two. Condor One is totally out. We're in a boat and he's totally unconscious."

"Condor Two, what do you mean? Why are you in a boat?"

"It's so much-- there was a big fish monster, and we had to take him out so we could get to the area left on this one map to get the key to the church, but we killed the big guy, and Leon coughed up some blood and just collapsed. I'm taking us to shore, where we're less exposed." Leon thrashes in his sleep as you ramble, splashing some lake water on him.

"Condor Two, calm down, shelter him a bit, and update me when he wakes up. Roost out."

Pulling into the pier, you stop the boat. "Leon, you really are a bit of a damsel in distress." You pull him out, brushing his hair off of his forehead. He stirs just a bit, letting out a small groan.

Within twenty minutes, you manage to coax him into the nearest shed. You rifle through your waist pouch, leaving him with a small water bottle and a damp cloth on the nape of his neck. "Leon, I'm going to get you some medicinal herbs. Please wake up soon." Leon’s chest gently rises and falls. You brush his hair out of his eyes again before you leave.

You clamber up towards the Merchant's set up in the cave. "Excuse me? Do you have anything that can help my friend? Something's happened to him on the water; he's unconscious."

"Well, Stranger-- it may be best to let 'im wake up on 'is own. Never know what causes things 'round here-" you move to interrupt. "But, ‘f you must try somethin', try these herbs. Yellow an' red, if you will."

You hand him a few thousand pesetas and return down to Leon. After mixing them into his water, you coax him into taking a few sips. He groans, and you settle on the dirt beside him, cradling his head in your lap. "You've got to wake up, Leon. Ashley needs you, we have to save her."

After an hour of Leon's unconsciousness, you leave him in his shelter, obscured by an improvised curtain, and set off to get the key to the church. You sail the boat to the small boathouse and set through the path, pausing to fight three male villagers, two of which have their heads explode to reveal a bladed tentacle. Oh, joy.

Once you enter the cave, you find a large plinth between two narrower, notched pedestals, holding what seems to be the key to the church entrance. In the next room, a large map on the wall indicates the cave you're in and one across the lake.

Going through the cave leads to a new boat, which you take to check on Leon. In his shed, he's more responsive to your gentle probing, but he's still nowhere near conscious. 

"Leon, I'm going to get the first part of the key. I'll be back as soon as I can." You return to your boat and approach the smaller cave across the lake. The ride is uncomfortable without Leon’s quiet breathing or snarky mumblings. 

Arriving in the cave reveals a small building with an eight-buttoned console to the left of a relatively large door. Following a bit of multi-story investigation, you find the correct buttons for the entrance, revealing the detachable head and a few treasures in the room. You return to Leon, who is nearly awake.

"Condor Two, it's been almost two hours since you called in. Are you any closer to Baby Eagle?" Hunnigan’s voice crackles through your earpiece as you consider your next course of action. 

"While Condor One has been napping, I went to get one half of the way to unlock the key to the church. We'll get the other half once Condor One is back in action."

"Good to hear, Condor Two. Have Condor One call in once he's awake. Roost out."

It took another twenty minutes for Leon to fully wake up and adjust to his surroundings. Wrestling himself up by his elbows, sat with his back along the wall. "What the hell happened?"

"I was hoping you'd have the answer to that. We took down that big fish, and then you coughed up blood like you were in a period drama before passing out. Don't tell me you have tuberculosis."

"Definitely not. I think it may have to do with this cult; I saw a cloaked figure talking about a sacrificial body." 

"Don’t be so quick to rule out TB, Leon. Last year, an estimated eight million- Wait, fuck, that big priest said, 'Your blood or whatever accepted the gift.'"

"Oh, he worded it exactly like that. Wait, why do you know so much about tuberculosis?" You lightly smack the back of his head before filling him in on the work you'd done while he was asleep. His eyes crinkled as he looked up. He gestured for you to help him up off of the ground.

"One, we have to head to get the second part for the key to the church. Two, Leon, we literally work against biological terrorism, and I wouldn’t put it past Umbrella’s people to work out how to use TB. Are you good to go, or should I leave you here? Either way, call in to Hunnigan."

"I'm fine. Saving the president's daughter is all that matters."

"Leon, saving her doesn't matter much if you go down again and she gets taken… again.''

He ignores you. "Roost, this is Condor One. I'm up and at it, Condor Two is freaking out over nothing." 

"Condor One, you were radio silent for three hours. I think that Condor Two may be right to worry."

As he updates Hunnigan, you walk over and start up the boat. The retrieved stone head looks up at him as he enters the boat. “I take it we’re looking for another one of these bad boys?”

You nod an affirmation and take the boat to the dock indicated on the map. At the dock, you try the grated metal door to the right. "Locked. Looks like we have to go the long way."

"Let's get to it."

"Oh, by the way-- our friends sometimes pop big stabby tentacles out of where their heads are now. They don't like bright light. Just be ready."

"What the fuck?"

"Let's go, Kennedy."

Leon shoots a little wildly when the first Ganado you face grows into a bladed tentacle. Eventually, the head bursts, revealing another few enemies. You take them down as you head deeper into the cave section. Leon climbs up a ladder as you finish clearing the bottom level. You can hear him in combat up on the ledge. "They just keep coming!"

You finish down below and take the far ladder up to the ledge. Leon shoots his last opponent and jogs over to you. "This is the same console as the other cave. Let's look for symbols."

After finding the three symbols, you input them to unlock the door. You let Leon discover the bloody surprise under the stone head and eventually make your way back to the initial cave with the church key.

Putting each head on the pedestals unlocks the circular church key. Leon takes it and tucks it into his briefcase before leading you back to the Merchant's grotto. "Ashley's waiting for us; let's get going."

You head up the stairs towards the quarry. As you both step in, the gate slams behind you. A red figure atop the highest cliff gestures towards the gate across the quarry. The gate quakes, and the blockade begins to fragment.

"I'm not sure I'm a big fan of that comically large hammer anymore." You begin to load your rifle and aim it towards the gate.

The gate slammed open. It reveals a massive, lumpy humanoid. "Woah! Goddamn, you're a big boy!" Leon uses his handgun to fire a round of 3 burst shots at the giant. The giant seems unphased by the shots, and you take the opportunity to fire your shotgun at his back. He's marginally more impacted by this, which distracts him enough for Leon to begin to move away from the path of rampage.

Leon switches to small grenades and discovers another weak point on the giant's back. A small white figure pops out from the giant's upper back. 

A wolf howls at the top of the cliff. Leon points up to the top. "Hey! It's that dog again!" The giant looks frantically towards the moving wolf. After jumping down to the quarry, the wolf bites at the ankles of the giant.

You and Leon focus your shots on the smaller white figure, eventually leading to the giant falling low enough to attack the little white guy with your knife. After a few seconds, the giant moves to stand back up.

After another few rotations of knocking the big guy down and hacking at the little white head, the giant goes down. Leon stares down at it. "Damn. We were almost pancakes."

The wolf bounds off into the night, and you and Leon continue back toward the church. "Those bastards better not have moved Baby Eagle on us. I think I might lose it if we do much else without confirmation that she's okay." You adjust your side holster and reload each of your weapons.

"Let's not give them the chance." Leon opened the gate to the churchyard and slotted the key into the door. The door opens to a fairly basic chapel, with a jumbled stained glass in the center of the altar.

"Ashley Graham? Are you here?" You and Leon search for any location that could hide a full human being. "Leon, there's a blue knob in this cupboard."

"There's a gate over there, There's blue in the stained glass and a handle on the wall. Let's try this."

Leon fiddles with settings on the revealed console, pulling the gate above the doorway.

You walk through the doorway, checking for hidden combatants before climbing the ladder. You approach the door, indicating for Leon to open it.

"Ashley, Ashley Graham? Are you in here?" A figure swung at Leon with a candelabra.

"Just let me go!" A blonde girl in an orange blazer and a green plaid miniskirt swung again at Leon with the candelabra.

Leon caught it and threw it to the floor. "Easy with that. My name is Leon, this is (y/n). We're here on the president's orders." Ashley looked between the two of you before running between you out of the room. "That went well." Leon walked out of the storage room.

"Leon, you could have led with 'I'm not a bug man.' Yet, I guess." You stumble over the discarded candelabra momentarily before catching your footing.

"Because you were such a big help there?" Leon jogged to reach Ashley. "Hey, it's dangerous outside. You need to listen to me-"

Ashley interrupted him. "What is that? Over there."

You followed her eyeline. "That looks like more villagers. We need to be ready..." You trailed off as Leon and Ashley both grabbed their temples and groaned in pain. "Guys? What's wrong?" As they opened their eyes, you maneuvered Ashley to face you, pulling a penlight from your waist to check her pupils. You looked between her fairly normal pupils and the quickly approaching mob. "Kennedy, what happened?"

Leon and Ashley press along the gaps between windows to your right as you slide to put Ashley between you and Leon. Leon addresses you around Ashley. "Not good; let’s be ready."

Ashley looks between the two of you. "What do we do?"

Leon leans slightly toward her. "Your father trusts us, and I need you to trust us, too." Following a noise downstairs, you and Leon motion for Ashley to stay back as you look down at the villagers coming in.

You all crouch down as you move towards the left, passing Ashley's smashed phone. "Seriously? I just bought this."

You notice the sticker indicating Sigma Gamma Phi. "When we get out, we'll get you a new one. Let's get you back to your sisters first."

You reach a dead end and spot for Ashley as she climbs atop Leon's back to get the ladder down. You climb up the ladder, and Leon follows you. The only option is a window, which Leon and you hop through to the next ledge. Leon persuades Ashley to jump as you descend the ladder to the ground. 

A fallen bookcase blocks your path. Leon's voice crackles through your earpiece as you begin to clear the route. "Roost. We've secured Baby Eagle." You leverage your arms and thighs to move it back into the correct spot, as Hunnigan replies.

"Copy that. Is she okay?"

"Affirmative." Leon and Ashley approach your path.

" Well done, Condors. I'll dispatch a chopper ASAP. I'm sending you the coordinates for the extraction point. Make your way there. And don't let anything happen to Baby Eagle. Hurry, the weather is getting worse. Roost out."

You walk to the front courtyard with your gun drawn. "Ashley, stick close to one of us unless we tell you otherwise. Be loud if you need help." Ashley tucks herself behind you. As you finish speaking, an old woman with a pitchfork turns towards your little crew. You take three shots before her head is replaced with a tentacle. Leon fires twice more before that, too, explodes.

The sounds of her death summon another three villagers. Leon moves to create an artificial bottleneck of access to Ashley. Those villagers go down with only one more tentacle as four more enter the courtyard. You narrowly pull Ashley out of the path of a charging pitchfork.

When those four are taken care of, you leave Ashley with Leon to explore the cemetery. As you finish dealing with the visible, another gets close enough to grapple you. You yell in surprise as you fish for your combat knife, and Leon runs toward you. Ashley stumbles behind him.

Before Leon can get halfway down to you, you wrench yourself from his grasp and stab at his attempts to grab you again. You dispatch him with finality as you turn toward Leon and Ashley. "That could have gone better. Nice to meet you, Ashley."

"Oh! Nice to meet you too, I guess. Wish the circumstances were better."

“Don’t we all?" You pat her shoulder comfortingly before walking ahead.

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Found you again.

Leon S Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: After being saved by Leon in Spain, you find him again eight months later at a coffee shop.

Warnings: RE4R content, mentions impalement, mentions a therapist, and having a spotty memory, mentions government officials.

D/O = Drink Order.

~☆~

It was insane. After being trapped in Valdelobos for days and fighting to the brink of death, you were just told to go back home and live life like you did before the incident.

You were guided away from Leon and Ashley to fill in a report about what had happened, and the truth is, you didn't even know. You had no memory of how you got there or what you were doing there, something your therapist says is a trauma response.

All you know is that Leon had saved you from almost getting impaled by a pitchfork that a villager was holding. Then you joined him on a hunt to retrieve the presidents daughter, Ashley.

You remember the way that Leon reassuringly held you to his side by settling an arm around your waist. And how you begged him not to let you go when authorities wanted to take you in for questioning. He ended up having to hesitantly let you go anyway, promising that he would see you again.

Eight months later and you still haven't seen him. That is until you walked into your local coffee shop and noticed a familiar head of blonde hair attached to a familiar looking person. You couldn't deny that the feeling of hope that it could be him was the best thing you have felt in months. Slowly, you walked over to the booth he was in.

"Leon?" You spoke, still unsure if it could be him.

The man turned to look at you, shock evident on his face. "Y/N." He whispered.

"Hey, it's so nice to see you." You smiled down at him. He looks much better than he did in Valdelobos. He was clean and not sporting his usual furrowed eyebrow look.

He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking. "Yeah, it's nice to see you too. Uh, would you like to sit?"

You let out a small giggle before sitting down across from him. "Thank you."

"No problem."

You looked down at the table, there were papers with his writing all over them, and a closed laptop discarded to the side. "You workin'?"

Leon quickly looked back down at his papers and started putting them all in a pile. "Trying to get a vacation."

"Lord knows you need one." You mumbled.

"Uh, let me buy you a coffee." Leon offered.

"No, it's okay, you don't have to." You tried not to get him to spend his money on you.

"I want to." He smiled at you, a genuine smile that made you freeze and slowly nod your head. He had offered you tiny little ghosts of a smile back in Spain, not once has he smiled at you like that. If he continued to do it, you would probably do anything he asked.

Leon stood up from the booth, looking down at you. "What would you like?"

"Oh, um, D/O."

He smiled down at you one more time. "Alright, one coffee coming right up."

You watched as he walked over to the counter, stopping once he was finally talking to the barista. As he stood there waiting for your order, you decided to look out of the window next to you, not wanting him to catch you staring.

Subconsciously, you let a smile spread on your face. It was nice to finally see him again. You had been worried about him ever since you were put onto a plane back to your home without any word from or about him.

"What are you smiling about?" Leon asked as he set your drink on the table, sitting down immediately afterward.

"It's just nice to see you again, Leon." You admitted. "At least this time, we aren't getting axes thrown in our face by mind controlled freaks."

Leon stared at you for a few seconds before letting a small chuckle fall from his lips. "That was the worst part for you?"

You laughed at his words.

"How have you been?" You asked him, genuinely curious.

Leon watched as you took a sip from your drink before finding something to say. "I've been....well, I've been."

"Don't I know it." You sighed before chuckling.

"Sorry for not finding you before they brought you home." His eyes looked at anything but you.

You moved a hand to rest on his own, snapping him out of his thoughts. "It's okay, I was worried about you, but I was also in a happy to finally get back."

Leon turned his hand over, now holding your hand in his own. "I was worried too."

"You were worried? Leon Kennedy was worried about me?" You smiled at him, an act that he bashfully returned.

"Of course." He whispered, staring into your eyes.

A ringing erupted from Leon's phone, alerting both of you and forcing him to pull his hand away.

"Thank you for the coffee. It would be wonderful to see you again." You rushed out, reaching over to his side of the table to grab the pen he was writing with earlier and putting your phone number on a napkin. "Goodbye, Leon."

You got up from your seat and pressed a kiss to his cheek, quickly running out of the coffee shop afterward. Causing a wide-eyed Leon to turn and watch you run away, leaving his grasp once again. His phone was long forgotten because his mind was stuck on you... At least this time, he had a way to find you.

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Google says that the "Rural Village" Re4 took place in was called Valdelobos... I know a lot of people call it Las Plagas, and if it's that big of a deal, I can change it..

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Random Masterlist ~

Request rules and other master lists can be found here.

The Folk of Air

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A Shot in the Dark ~ 2.1k

Jude Durate x Cardan Greenbriar

Jude is hunting on her father's private land to get her mind off of a steamy night shared between her and Cardan Greenbriar. Modern AU. No magic.

I'll Make you Miss Me ~

Imagine! Jude Durate x Singer! Cardan Greenbriar

Imagine! Cardan misses his wife, whom he banished, to the point he made a song beckoning her home. The song link is included.

Class of '09

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Benzo-Addict ~ prt 1, prt 2, prt 3

Yan! Jeffery x F! Reader

*Dark, heavy drug use and non-con elements* Drugs have always been your friend. A source of courage and tonight's no different.

Now it's time to fuck a nerd. Hope your BF understands.

Kiss up, Bitch ~

Imagine! Nicole x Jecka

Imagine! Nicole gets pissed over Ari singing a song and decides to take her frustrations on 'straight-girl' Jecka.

Behind Pom Poms and Bongs ~

Nicole x Yan! F! Reader

Imagine! Yourself are the obsessive cheerleader of Westerburg High. And Nicole is at the root of your desires. You'll show her what's up.

Dear Diary, Pary Percs are a Thing ~

Imagine! Yan!Kylar x GN! Reader

College Au, where Reader and Kylar end their night of partying with Percs. Ensue the next morning, left alone, where the Reader finds it hard to recall those past few hours. So let's start this; Dear Diary.

Drop the Status Quo ~

Awk-Romantic! Crispin x Scene Queen! F!Reader

Emily and the others held you to the standard of THE Avril Lavigne. You were basically slit-your-own-throat cool as shit. But then there were the rumors that you were dating Crispin.

#InstantStreetCredRuiner (if true?)

Bubble Pop Love ~

Nicole x Loving! F!Reader

Love is a transaction between two people. There's no such thing as unconditional. However, no matter how bad Nicole treats you, there is love to greet her.

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

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Cross My Heart and Hope to Die ~ (in progress)

Prt 1,

Yan!Graves Siblings x Childhood Friend! F!Reader!

summary Your parents didn’t give two shits where you were. But they made sure to leave you somewhere with someone. And, you found yourself in the care of Mrs. Graves -she was no better. Upon arrival Ashley despised you and Andrew kept his distance for your sake.

[sapphic-coded]

I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun

You grew up in Ohio with your father, brother, and sister. Your family was small and strange. Because of that, you were picked on relentlessly at school. Until another weird kid showed up. Her family moved in across the street from you. It wasn't long until the two of you became friends. Your friendship became the light in your life. Until it ended suddenly. Rumors followed your friend's disappearance. Russian spies. You didn't see her again until you crossed paths at work.

Series Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x fem Reader

Warnings: Imaginary violence. Reader is a messed up assassin and doesn't like recon jobs. Expensive alcohol. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 4.3k

Author's Note: I'm back from vacation and I caught covid. I wrote this whole chapter while I was stuck in quarantine so I apologize if anything doesn't make sense. Thank you again for the endless love you have shown this series. It's really fun to write and I'm glad you guys enjoy reading it.

Taglist: @natsxwife @iliketozoneout @newawakening9 @natasha-1million @ilovemcuff @beholdagaywriter

Chapter Four: Between Fact And Fiction, Which One Of Us Changed?

Mount Vernon, Ohio – 1992

The bark was rough against your hands as your foot found purchase against a sturdy gnarl. You reached for the thick branch above and dug your fingers into the familiar wood. It took hardly a minute to pull yourself up onto the branch. Your movement was fluid. Practiced. You have climbed this tree more times than you can count. You settled onto the thick branch, and it held your weight with ease. The branch you sat on was nearly as high as the roof of your house. It afforded you the best view of your small neighborhood. 

You looked down and found Nat confidently scaling up the tree. The moment she was close enough, you leaned down and offered your hand. Her hand wrapped around yours and you helped pull her up onto the branch with you. Your legs swung lazily as she sat down next to you. The sun had already begun its descent towards the treeline, and you felt nothing but raw excitement for the approaching weekend. Your father was wrapped up in communications with his past self and had made it clear that he was not to be bothered. Which left a whole weekend free to do whatever you wanted. No hunting trips. No extracurricular activities. Just two whole days of sweet freedom. 

Nat swung her backpack around, pulled out something, and then leaned her bag against the trunk of the tree. She held out something in a long, thin shiny packaging towards you. Your eyes widened, and your smile grew at what was unmistakably a delicious fruit roll-up. You took it and immediately tore open the wrapper. You ripped off a bite with your teeth and chewed on the sweet snack happily. 

“Your parents are way cooler than my father,” you said before you ripped off another bite with your teeth. 

Nat smiled and shook her head as she opened up the wrapper. “My mom says this stuff will rot your teeth. Ashley had a bunch of these with her at school today. I traded a yoo-hoo for these.”

You didn’t know who Ashley was. Her face in your mind was a blend of every other face you passed in the hallways. 

“You said your Dad had company?” Nat asked as she ripped off a piece of her fruit roll-up. 

You followed her gaze to your driveway that was largely empty except for your father’s station wagon. “He does. It’s one of his past selves. He doesn’t know when. They keep changing their story.” As you took another bite, the front door of your house opened and your brother and sister walked out. Your brother was dressed in one of his nicer black suits while your sister wore a black slip dress over a brown and black striped T-shirt. As they made their way down the driveway, another car turned onto the street and pulled up in front of your house. You didn’t recognize any of the other teens in the car, but they all looked to be either around your brother’s age or older. 

You chewed on your snack as you watched your siblings climb into the car and drive off. You had no idea if your brother ever worked up the courage to ask Sadie to the dance. Ever since you met Nat, most of your free time has been spent hanging out with your friend. Not that your siblings seemed to mind. In fact, they both seemed to like Nat when they crossed paths with you two the other day. 

“My Dad wants to pull out our grill one last time for the season,” Nat said as she ripped off another piece of her fruit roll-up. “You should come by tomorrow. My parents want to meet you.” 

You looked over at Nat. You knew exactly what your father would say if you asked him if you could go. He wouldn’t just say no. He’d find a way to make sure that such an opportunity would never come your way again. He tolerated your newfound friendship with Nat because it made you look normal. It kept up appearances. But going any deeper than that could turn a stroke of luck into a potential problem. 

You knew all of this, yet you didn’t feel fear as you settled on your answer. Your father would find out. It was pointless to hide anything from him. But whatever punishment he would dish out felt shallow. Your thoughts were anchored on Nat, and how nice it felt to be around her. She offered no judgment whenever you mentioned your family. She could have left you once the other kids told her how weird you were. But she stayed by your side. 

So you said, “Okay.” And all you could think about was spending your free weekend with your friend.

Stockholm – 2010

As the car pulls to a stop, your father hands you a folded piece of pale, yellow scrap paper. 

“Call your brother,” he says as you unfold the piece of paper. Scratched in quick strokes of black ink is a phone number. “He wants to talk to you.” 

You fold the piece of scrap paper in half and look over at your father. He is dressed in a black tuxedo suit with matching polished black shoes. His black hair is combed back from his face and in the dim light of the car, it is nearly impossible to see the faint white streaks peppered throughout. The smell of his cologne hangs heavy between you two. 

“Why?” you ask. 

“He did not wish to discuss his reasoning with me,” your father replies. “He insisted on talking with you.”

You shrug and sit back in the cushioned leather seat. “Then I’ll call him later.”

“No,” your father’s reply is calculated and sharp. You imagine him standing above you and barking orders in that same tone of voice. Go. Fight. Run. Kill. “You will call him now. This is a very important night. We cannot afford another mistake like Amsterdam.”

You roll your eyes. “When will you stop with that? I did the job.” 

“I will stop when you stop distracting yourself with that spy,” your father snaps. 

You shift around in your seat so you can face your father fully. “First, you have no proof that she was ever a Russian spy.”

“I have mountains of evidence, Y/N,” your father is quick to argue. “You just won’t listen.”

“Second,” you continue as if your father didn’t say anything, “she is not a distraction. Every job you have given me since Amsterdam I have completed. Even the ones that draw her out.”

Your father shifts around in his seat to face you fully as well. He points his finger at you. “That is it. Right there. You have just admitted it. You are drawing her out.” 

“I am not.”

“She is a distraction,” your father presses. “What do you think will happen once she has you right where she wants you?”

You laugh and roll your eyes again. “It’s not like that. We are just talking.” 

“She is your enemy, Y/N.” 

You shift back into your seat and stare ahead at the tinted window partition that separates the front of the car from the back. You fold your arms in front of your chest as you bite back the same old retort. It has been a little over a month since Amsterdam, and just about three weeks since London. You’ve done three more jobs since, and she hasn’t shown up at a single one. The disappointment you’ve been carrying around is crushing. You thought she was starting to get close. You thought she had finally picked up your trail. But you were wrong, and you hated the growing silence between the two of you. 

You hear your father shift back into his seat next to you. You don’t know how else to explain to your father that your conversations with her are not distractions. You have argued your point so many times, but he doesn’t listen. But if the past three jobs were anything to go by, he won’t have to worry about her for much longer. If she lost your trail, then only luck would put her back in front of you. You can feel your frustration beginning to resurface. There was still so much left unsaid. You were hoping for at least one more conversation. 

“Call your brother so we can carry on with our night,” your father says. 

You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the car door. You step out onto a quiet sidewalk lit by the white glow of the streetlamp. The black Lexus you and your father have been riding in idles as you shut the door behind you. You make your way over to the payphone and dial the number written on the piece of scrap paper. As you wait for an answer, your hand dips into the pocket of your navy blue suit jacket. Your father had instructed you to dress up for tonight, so you had selected one of your favorite suits. Your suit jacket remains unbuttoned and reveals the white satin blouse beneath that scoops down towards your breasts. Your matching navy blue trousers run down the lengths of your legs and end at your black oxford shoes. 

“Hello?” your brother’s voice speaks through the receiver. 

You turn your back to the idling Lexus. “Hi.” You can hear your brother’s sigh.

“Y/N,” he says. “It’s good to hear from you. How have you been?” 

You shrug despite the fact that your brother cannot see it. You look down and kick a small pebble further down the sidewalk. “Fine. Work keeps me busy. You?” 

“Same,” your brother replies. “Long hours. Little sleep. Living off the vending machines whenever I’m not home.” 

“That sounds terrible,” you say. 

“It’s better than working for Dad,” your brother says.

You look over your shoulder towards the black Lexus for a moment. “Yeah…well…you do what you’re good at, and I do what I’m good at.” 

“Y/N–”

“Why did you want to talk?” you cut in. 

Your brother lets out another sigh. “I had a visitor last night.”

You look back down towards the sidewalk and spot another tiny pebble. You kick that one further down the sidewalk. 

“Your friend from Ohio.”

Your gaze snaps up and lands on the phone. Your grip on the receiver tightens as your heart starts to beat faster. 

“I’m pretty sure you know who I’m talking about since she mentioned running into you earlier,” your brother says. 

“She found you?” It’s the only question you can think of. Your mind is racing so fast. 

“I’m not that hard to find,” your brother replies. “It’s you she’s trying to find.”

Your free hand comes up and you press the palm of your hand against your forehead. You can’t fight back the smile that curls your lips. She’s trying to find you. And she’s closer now. It won’t be just luck that drops her back into your life. Just a matter of time. You can hardly wait. 

“She knows about your work,” your brother says. 

Your smile grows as you close your eyes. “What did she say?”

“That you’re really good,” he answers. 

You wonder how much she knows. Does she only know about your jobs in Amsterdam and London? “High praise from the dearly departed.” 

“Yeah, I…I’m sorry,” he replies. “I was just as confused about what happened. I just saw Dad twisting it into another one of his crazy theories and I…” 

Suddenly you’re back in Ohio standing in your front yard. The house across the street that once radiated an irresistible warmth stands cold and empty. Trapped in your small body, you feel numb. You don’t understand. 

“...I didn’t want him to hurt you more,” your brother’s words lead you back to the payphone. You open your eyes. “So I told you what I thought would give you the most closure.”

You run your fingers down the length of the phone cord. There’s something you want to say to your brother that has nothing to do with friends coming back from an assumed death. But you don’t know how to say it. So you stand there in silence.  

“We need to meet. All three of us.”

You blink and your brow furrows. “Why?”

“Because whatever Dad has you doing is more than just contract work,” he replies. “Your friend seems to think that your past jobs are all connected to something bigger. And knowing Dad, she wouldn’t be wrong.” 

You glance back at the black Lexus. “What else did she say?” 

“That she’s going to find you.” 

You wonder what she was wearing when she spoke with your brother. 

“Y/N, this is serious.”

You shake your head. “Fine. I’ll call you when I’m back at my place.” You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. You tuck your brother’s phone number into your pocket and return to the car. The moment you settle back into your seat and shut the door, the car starts moving. 

The drive to your destination is not long. In less than an hour the car rolls up the driveway of a large luxurious mansion. The night air is cool when you step out of the car. The mansion’s large glass windows shine from the lights within. The quiet of the surrounding trees and gardens scattered throughout the estate reminds you of the peaceful quiet of your little cabin tucked far away. 

Your father’s orders are simple and straightforward. You are attending a party hosted by your father’s very important clients. Dine. Drink. Have fun. Don’t do anything else unless he tells you. You don’t argue. While you don’t care about these clients, you don’t mind entertaining yourself on their dime. 

The mansion is warm and bright when you enter. The sound of jazz music mixes with the lively hum of voices as you take in the sight of so many people all dressed in their finest suits and gowns. You don’t recognize any of them. Perhaps you should. These are all important people. People with some sliver of power. Certainly these people are probably CEOs or politicians or other important leaders. You wonder, as you casually walk further into the mansion, whether or not you’ve killed for these people before. 

The thought amuses you so much that you decide to make up stories for each stranger you pass. You had long left your father to mingle with his clients as you passed by two happy couples laughing at some joke. Your own lips lift into a smile despite not knowing what exactly they were laughing about. You just imagine shoving their old lovers, flames of passion long since burned out, off the roof of a mansion. Both couples looked like they owned mansions like this one. You imagine standing on the roof’s edge and looking down. You struggle to decide how strangely their bodies would break upon landing. It’s a hole in your imagination, but you are certain about the ring of blood that would surround the bodies. 

You swipe a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. You take a sip as you enter a much larger room. Off in the corner, a live jazz band is playing while more rich strangers mingle amongst each other. You spot a group of six gentlemen standing underneath a large abstract painting. As they talk, you imagine crushing the head of their rival beneath the sole of your boot. The rival’s scream would be terribly short lived and replaced with the crunch of breaking bone. You finish off your champagne and exchange your empty glass for another when another waiter passes. You also snatch up a fancy looking appetizer that tastes of a lovely blend of cheeses. 

You sip on your second glass of champagne as you wander around the crowded room. Your fantasies about these strangers fuels you. Barely an hour passes and you have imagined killing so many people. You can’t decide which fantasy is your favorite. You are torn between running over a sheriff with a tank or smothering an ex-lover in their bed. Both fantasies have an alluring thrill to them. You are starting to lean more towards the tank when one of the waiters stops next to you with a silver tray full of more drinks.   

“Would you like a new drink?” 

You abandon your fantasies the moment her voice reaches your ear. You look to your right. Standing next to you is Nat. She is dressed like all the other waiters roaming the busy rooms. Her white collared, button up shirt is nicely pressed and barren of a single blemish. The black vest she wears over her shirt is also without a single wrinkle. Black trousers cover the legs you remember straddling you back in Amsterdam. Her red hair is pulled back into another intricate braid that you are starting to adore. 

You look down at the empty champagne glass in your hand. The light chattering of all the other guests does not falter. The band continues to play. You feel the same rush from London warming every inch of you. Your earlier worries suddenly seem so humorous. You thought you had run too far ahead. You thought you knew what to do after hanging up the phone with your brother. Slow down. Give her time to catch up. 

But she has already caught up to you. 

And you can hardly contain your happiness. 

Your smile returns when your gaze lifts to meet her stare. “I’d love one.” You set your empty champagne glass onto the silver tray she is holding, and grab a fresh one. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asks. 

You take a sip of your third glass of champagne. “I am now that I have better company.” You gesture to the full glasses on the tray. “You should have some. It’s not very good, but it tastes expensive.” 

She turns slightly. “I’m working.” 

That’s hardly a surprise. If it’s not you working then it’s her. If she’s not working then you never see her. “When do you get off?” 

She doesn’t answer you, and you think you see a hint of a smile on her face, but another guest snatches away her attention before you can know for sure. You watch as she leaves and approaches the guest who called her over. The guest grabs two glasses of champagne before she walks off. You don’t follow. You stand there, sipping on your champagne, and watch. Every thought in your head is screaming for you to go after her. You still have so many questions. You still crave that blissful high you feel when it is just the two of you. You watch as she makes her way through the mingling guests. You finish your champagne the moment you see her disappear into another room. She shuts the door behind her and you can feel your palms start to sweat again. You know what this is. The invitation is blatantly clear. 

Your gaze sweeps around the gathered guests. You don’t see your father anywhere. Probably off talking to even more important clients. Perfect. You dump your glass onto the tray of another passing waiter as you cut through the crowd. Nobody else goes near the door as you get close. You turn and take one more look around at the busy party. Still no sign of your father. Just more strangers. You turn the doorknob, push open the door, and step into the room. 

This room is much smaller and not as brightly lit as the others. It looks to be some kind of entertaining room that only old wealth would have. In the middle of the room is a large wooden round table with eight dark brown leather armchairs surrounding it. Sitting on top of the table was the silver tray still full of drinks. Off on the right hand side of the room is an empty fireplace. To the left is a small bar where you find Nat. 

The door clicks shut behind you and muffles the noise of the party. You make your way to the table and settle into the armchair closest to the silver tray. “Are there any more of those fancy pigs in a blanket back there?” You grab a new glass off the tray and look over towards Nat. 

She turns around to face you. In her hands is a bottle of whiskey and two tumbler glasses. “No, but I think I found something better.” 

You smile as Nat sets the bottle and glasses down on the table. As she sits down in the armchair next to you, you reach forward and grab the bottle of whiskey. You examine the fancy label. “These people are always the same. They feed everyone the bad stuff and keep the good stuff for themselves.” You lift your champagne glass to your lips, tilt your head back, and finish the champagne in one greedy drink. You set the empty glass aside and reach for the two tumbler glasses. “I thought you were working.” 

“I am,” she replies. “I’m on break.” 

You open the bottle of whiskey. “Fun job?” 

She shrugs. “Recon.” 

You pour the whiskey into the two tumbler glasses. “I was never much of a fan of those jobs. Made the days feel long. I prefer keeping busy.” You set the whiskey bottle down before pushing one of the glasses towards Nat. She is watching you, and you love it. “But at least you have entertainment and good company. I spent my last recon job in a bunker.” Your smile drops a little at the memory. 

Her head tilts a little to the side. “The Idaho job?” 

You are about to pick up your glass, but stop. Your gaze had dropped to the fancy amber liquid. You try to remember when you had taken that job. It felt like a lifetime ago, but it couldn’t have been that long after your eighteenth birthday. That’s when you found your ‘groove’. When you had finally beat out the last bit of you that flinched every time you pulled the trigger. Your smile returns when you meet her olive green eyes again. How far back did she dig? Your fingers curl around the glass. “Two weeks spent in a place that smelled like piss and sweat. It’s hard to maintain your cover when you want to gag every time one of them goes near you.” 

“But you did,” she says as you lift the glass to your lips and take a drink of the whiskey. The smooth nutty taste washes over your tongue. “I doubt Hickman would have kept his back to you if he didn’t trust you.” 

The whiskey burns pleasantly as it goes down your throat. “Someone has done their research.” The memories of the Idaho job are still fuzzy, but you remember the weight of the shotgun in your hands. You remember the satisfaction you felt seeing Hickman’s body jerk forward from the deafening blast. The smell of gunpowder. The pieces of his head sticking to his desk. You lean forward and rest your arms on the table as you take another sip of your whiskey. “What do you think?” 

She doesn’t answer right away. Your heart is beating against your chest as you wait. You don’t exactly know what you want to hear from her. You just hope that it isn’t disgust. You have tasted bitter disappointment so often these past few weeks. You can’t take much more of it. 

“I think you’re really good,” she says. 

As your heart soars, you see a kind of sadness in her eyes that you don’t understand. 

“You have a very specific skill set.” 

Your smile grows as you lean back into the armchair. You hold your glass of whiskey in your hand. Her gaze never wanders from yours, and you don’t see any telltale signs of fear. It’s so common among all the people you meet when they realize what you are. But she’s not afraid. She doesn’t even look angry. It fills you with so much hope. It’s almost perfect. You just don’t understand why she looks sad. 

“Thanks for the compliment, Nat,” you say before you finish your whiskey. “I’m so glad you’re not dead. I missed having someone normal to talk to.” You see a flash of a smile cross her face. “We still need to catch up when we’re not doing all of…” you raised your arm and gestured with your hand towards the door. “...this. When are you free next?” 

“If you come with me, we’ll have plenty of time to catch up tonight,” she replies. 

“Tempting,” you say. “But I have a prior commitment I can’t miss. A family thing.” You stand up and set your empty glass down on the table. “But I’ll reach out after.” You turn and start towards the door. When you reach the door, you reach for the doorknob but stop. You turn and find Nat still sitting at the table. “Next time let’s do coffee.”

Her smile returns. It’s small, but it fills you with so much warmth. “That would be nice.”

Your hand falls upon the doorknob and when the door cracks open, the noise of the party spills into the room. You step out and back into the mingling crowd of guests. You allow your feet to carry you across the room as your mind begins laying the foundation of your next meeting with Nat. You end up so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice your father until he is walking up to you with the proudest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. 

His hand settles heavily on your shoulder. “We’re almost there, Y/N.”

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Can I request Ashley x Vampire male reader please?

Ooohhhh

CW: Light Stalking and Forced feeding of blood

Ashley Graves x Male!Vampire Reader

You’ve seen a lot in your time on this miserable earth

War, famine, weirdos in power alike

…but Ashley Graves is….certainly something

Nightly hunt for blood led you to the secret meeting place of the Cultists.

You fully intended stealing the stale blood they used for the summoning circle when something….fresh caught your attention

You peered around the corner, your nose being your main guide as the fresh scent of blood filled it. Though the animal blood would serve- fairly decently, it was the equivalent of a sad TV dinner. You had assumed the hooded figures left, having done their little dance and went about their day- but no. One figure remained…

…and two- goth people?

The smaller of the two goths, a woman with pink eyes and black hair tied into a messy ponytail, sliced the hand of the cultist- who seemed far too eager to have their blood taken from them. Your eyes narrowed as her and the other goth- a man with shaggy bangs and green eyes- went over the circle in the fresh blood. It appalled you to see them waste such a thing.

The horrid music began, causing you to flinch back and cover your ears from the assault. How could any demon be summoned with that?!

From the muffled music you barely made out the demonic scream as the demon left, and with it the music. You blinked, slowly accepting that it was safe to uncover your ears when you peered back around the corner. The cultist was upset, about something or other- but the goths were….unphased.

Especially the smaller one.

The hooded man left in such a huff he didn’t notice you, and if he did he didn’t care. You looked back and the two were making their way to the elevator.

Mortals like this were too interesting to pass up…

So you stalked them. Their motel room was close by, and they went back in…

But- came right out with their stuff?

Confused, you began to follow them again only to bump into someone also tailing them.

They didn’t spot you, far too focused on following the pair into the park

Trailing behind the person, they hid themselves in the foliage

….free meal!

Andrew stood in stock horror at what he was watching. Gun held at the ready, but too much of a pussy to pull the trigger.

You were hunched over the now dead body of the hitman that had been chasing him and his sister. Far too engulfed in your meal- he hadn’t spotted you.

“Andddrreeewwww! Did you get him?” Ashely peered over his shoulder, her own eyes widening a bit.

The new voice caused you to look up from your meal. Hunched over like a goblin, you gave the siblings a stare akin to that of a dog that was chewing something he shouldn’t. Silence filled the air until Ashley broke it.

“Can we keep him?”

Andrew protested and protested- but Ashley made up her mind with you

A guard vampire! Every girl’s dream!

You were not happy being considered this girl’s “pet”- but frankly this woman terrified you.

Her reactions to things most mortals would flee in terror towards was….indifferent. If anything she was giddy

She even asked if you were going to share the hitman

So you became her “pet”. Her guard vampire

You were instructed to wait in the car as the Graves siblings took care of their parents- you were okay. The AC was on and you were listening to your favorite music.

Ashley inevitably came back though, alone and upset

“It’s so fucking stupid!” Ashley was leaning with her back against the van, her arms crossed under her chest as she glared down at the ground. The window had been opened and you folded your arms over the lip of window slot, listening to her woes, “Andrew is practically sucking mom’s dick, I thought the quarantine would’ve made him on MY side, but nooooooooo!”

“Your mother..” you finally spoke up, “We don’t like her?”

“Oh we hate the bitch!” Ashley confirmed, “But, I have a plan. One Andy can’t say no to!”

You lazily hung your arm over the car door like a cat, “And that isssss?”

Ashley gave you a devious look, mischief glinting in her eyes.

“You hungry?”

Unlocking the car and leading you to the Graves Family home, Ashley invited you in

Good cause you couldn’t have entered if she didn’t

Once again you were instructed to wait, this time in the basement, while she coerced Andrew into her plan

It wasn’t long til she was leading her mother down there, holding her at gun point

If she had anything to say to you, she couldn’t due to the weapon being held at her head

You so desperately wanted to jump the bitch and feast then and there, but Ashley had other plans.

Eventually her father joined, and Andrew had to take care of something while Ashley set up another ritual

“When it comes to mothers Ashley, I am a fucking Saint!” Mrs Graves hissed, leaning forward against her restraints to make her point.

You narrowed your eyes at her from your perch on the washing machine. You knew nothing about this whore, but you liked none of what you were hearing.

“Leave my mistress’ name out of your mouth.” You shot daggers at the bounded mother, if you can even call her that.

“And that thing!” She shouted to Ashley, “What even is that?”

“My pet!” She crossed her arms nodding, you nodded too- far too proud of that title, “You and dad wouldn’t let me get one so I got one myself.”

Mrs Graves’ eyes narrowed, her pupils darting between you and Ashley, “You…can’t be serious.”

“I am! Wanna see me feed him?”

The gears were turning in Ashley’s head, you could tell her primary thought was “How fucked up can I make this so my mother freaks out”. And she seemed content with where she landed. She took the knife she has used to cut into the meat bags, and carefully sliced into her hand. She turned to you, beckoning you down from your perch.

The new scent of blood made your mouth water, pupils dilating at the sweet scent. You hopped down from your perch, approaching Ashley. Before you could open your mouth to say something, she forced her cut into your mouth.

You choked on her blood, it overwhelming your tastebuds. Your hands clasped around her wrist, eyes cracking open slightly. Your eyes met Ashley, her glare telling you that if you pulled away- you would regret it. Knowing how this was going to go, you closed your eyes again and did your best to swallow the blood.

Her parents rightfully freaked out by what they saw, Ashley pulled her hand away and finally let you breath

Andrew soon returned, and things went about. The card limit was no more, the talisman was recharged, and Ashley made the 3 of you a lovely soup.

A part of you feared this woman, while the other part held nothing but respect and adoration for the fucked up mess she was

This started as “haha vampire follows the Graves Siblings” to “You are now her pet”- which ya know, is an appropriate amount of fucked up given this game. Hope you enjoyed dude, love your incorrect quotes <3

[htchnr]

♰ run and hide ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

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content warning dead dove don't eat ⋆ non con ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ hunting ⋆ you sustain injuries ⋆ blood ⋆ choking ⋆ taunting ⋆ Ash cuts up your clothes ⋆ Ash throws you around ⋆ dacryphylia ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

pairing Asylum!Ash x reader.

summary in which Ash's mind was actually broken by Baal and he hunts you down in the Asylum. deciding to have a little fun before he kills you. wordcount 1,4k

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

your heart was pounding as you slowly stepped through the asylum, gun aimed with one hand and your flashlight in the other. your wide and terrified eyes searching the halls, screams echoing in the distance.

there were holes in the walls, old paint flaking off the walls — you had an awful feeling about this place. a few more steps down the hall and you hear something squelch beneath your boot. you look down with a shaky breath, puddles of blood litter the floor, huge splatters across the walls. you don't want to know what happened here.

you breathe in, hands shaking as you continue down the long winding hall. the loud creak of a floorboard behind you tears a shriek from your lips, immediately pausing your movements. you freeze, barely even breathing as fear washes over you. until you hear the rev of a chainsaw.

you shoot around, your fear slowly melting into relief. " Ash, thank god i found you- " your eyes meet the figure just down the hall, but something isn't right about it. " Ash..? " you call out, watching him stand tall just a few meters away. he's wearing a torn and dirty straight jacket, hair messily pushed back, his gray streaks more intense.

you frown, fear seeping back in as you set a step back. " Ashley? " your voice cracking as you watch him set firm, long steps towards you. your breath hitches, stumbling as you step back quicker.

" we gotta- we- " you stutter, frantically trying to put some distance between you and him. you keep your wide eyes focused on him, blindly stepping back. a shriek rips from your throat as you trip over something, sending you crashing to the floor. " this- this isn't you Ash! " you cry out in panic, trying to scramble to your feet.

you watch him tilt his head, a dark, dark look in his eyes. " thought you said you'd always love me, baby? " he tuts, his voice sending icy jolts of fear through you. " can't back out of this now, it's too late for that. "

Ash slashes the chair you tripped over, pieces of wood and splinters flying across the old floor. you scream, tears pricking at your eyes. " i do love you, Ashley, this just isn't you! " you cry, this time glancing behind you every few seconds as you hurriedly step back.

you watch him stop, dark eyes boring into yours from a few meters away. " you better hide, sweetheart, or else. " his voice low and threatening as he revs his chainsaw.

tears drip down your cheeks, a panicked scream echoing through the halls as you finally turn around and take off running, not looking back.

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you should've listened to Pablo and Kelly and stayed at the house. your breath is shaky, sobs wracking through your body as you run. the winding halls are eerily quiet, only the sound of your hasty and uneven footsteps echo through the seemingly endless space.

another sob wracks through you, your shaky hand comes up to furiously wipe away the tears clouding your vision. you look behind you, trying to see if you could spot his shadow, when you suddenly smack up against a metal grated door — sending you crashing to the floor.

" no! shit- " you cry, scrambling to your feet as you rattle the door, but it won't budge.

" aw, found a dead end? " Ash's voice echoes through the hall tauntingly.

your heart sinks even more, eyes frantically searching for any way out of this hall. your eyes land on a door, and you dash for it. your shaky hand meets the knob and twists it — and to your relief the door opens. you rush inside, slamming the door shut and pressing your back up against it. your relief is torn away as your eyes flit across the space — a storage closet.

" no no no, " you sob, shaking your head. a loud creak goes off just a few meters down the hall and you hold your breath, eyes widening in fear. your heart is pounding so hard, you think it might burst out of your chest.

the next few moments are silent, all except for your shaky breaths and pounding heart.

but the silence doesn't last long, Ash's chainsaw revving as he smashes through the weak and old door — a deafening scream ripping from your throat as the chainsaw slashes through right beside you, just narrowly missing your arm.

" looks like you didn't take my words too seriously, dollface. i thought i said to hide. " his foul tone dripping from his lips. the sound made your stomach churn.

" please Ash! please don't do this! " you cry, shaking your head desperately.

he pulls the chainsaw out, turning it off as the eerie silence returns. this time you know he's right there, waiting for the right moment. the silence is deafening, not even a single creak coming from the floor or the broken door.

you nearly think he might be gone, before a large hand smashes through the door, wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you through. you scream, kicking and thrashing against his strong arm, before he throws you against the hallway wall. you hit the wall with a cry, your head hitting the floor as you fall.

you groan, a sob wracking through you as you try to get up, your body dropping back down out of pain and exhaustion.

" why are you doing this? " you sob, teary eyes watching his heavy steps get closer, until he's stood directly in front of you.

he leans down, his huge hand grabbing your throat as he pulls you to your feet. you gasp, dropping your gun as you grasp at his hand that's constricting your airflow. he presses you to the wall, feet off the ground.

he tilts his head again, a terrifying look in his eyes as a disgusting smirk finds its way onto his thin lips. " have i ever told you, you look so pretty when you cry? "

you let out a strangled sob, struggling against his hand as he strokes the blade of his bloody chainsaw down your tear stained cheek. " such a pretty sight, " he mutters, eyes fixated on the scratches and cuts on your face, drops of blood mixing with the tears.

he grins, pulling you off the wall as he throws you back through the door, shattering the whole thing as you crash down. you scream, a piece of wood slicing your thigh open, blood immediately soaking your jeans.

Ash steps through the busted doorway, dark eyes glued to the gash. " aw, did that hurt? "

you let out a sob, " of course that hurt! " you cry, trying to move back and away from him. but it doesn't matter, your back hits the wall and Ash steps closer.

" here, let me help. " he grins darkly, his massive hand grabbing your collar roughly as he lifts you off the floor and throws you out of the closet and back into the hall. your throat is raw from screaming, a painful and broken sound instead leaving your lips as you hit the floor again.

you let out a broken sob, your body limp against the old and broken floor. Ash steps in front of you, kneeling down. his hand grabs ahold of your jaw, pulling you to face him. you cry at the movement, more tears mixing with your bloody face.

you watch through teary eyes how his dark ones drag across every injury and every streak of blood, his look only getting darker. " you're so pretty like this, it'd be a crime not to have some fun before i kill you. "

his words make you cry more, shaking your bloody face in his hold. " no, please-! " you voice cracks, bloodshot and your teary eyes searching his dark ones for any sign that your Ash might still be in there.

but when his grin widens, you know there's nothing left of him. he drops your face, a cracked cry ripping through your lips as your cheek hits the floor. he gets up, rounding you as he gets down on his knees again, his large hands roughly pulling you towards him and flipping you over onto your stomach.

" no, no, no, " you tired cry, painfully squirming against his strong hold.

he straddles the back of your thighs, pressing his chainsaw beneath your throat. " one wrong move, pretty little thing, and i'll make it hurt good. understand me? " you sob, managing to croak out a broken 'yes'. he grins, his sharp nose dragging against your messy hair. " good girl. "

more tears stream down your cheeks as you close your eyes in defeat, your body wanting to fight it, but the blood loss and exhaustion was starting to get to you.

he leans back a little, reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a small switchblade. a pained sound leaves you as you hear the blade flick up, your stomach churning, you could almost throw up. " now let's have some fun, shall we? "

he drags the small blade down your back, your body twitching beneath it. he grins as he reaches the back of your jeans, flicking the sharp blade against the seam. the flick creates a small tear, enough for him to slide the blade through and cut down the entire seam, straight down as he exposes your core.

you cry, your body trying to protest against him, but it's no use beneath his strong and heavy figure. he tosses the switchblade aside, you watch it clatter across the floor and way out of reach from you.

you feel him lean back more, his chainsaw digging threateningly into your throat. your heart sinks as you hear the telltale sound of his belt unbuckling, pure dread paralyzing you. in any other situation you would've been excited, but now you wanted nothing more than it to be over — to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

his big hand slides down the cut fabric of your jeans, calloused fingers pulling your underwear aside forcefully. " now, what do we have here? " he taunts, he drags two thick fingers through your folds, collecting the slick that had started to drip.

he grins darkly, " my my, didn't think such an innocent little thing like you would be loving this this much, " he brings his fingers to his lips, licking the slick clean off. " who knew you were such a dirty girl? "

you squirm against him, shaking your head as you try to press your thigh closed. " please stop, please, " you cry.

he tuts, his rough hand pulling your thighs apart. " what'd i say? " he adjusts the blade of the chainsaw threateningly against your throat, another sob wracking through your body.

he sits back, pulling you up with the chainsaw, your back flat against his firm chest. you feel his hard cock pressed between your thighs now, your face contorting with disgust. he frowns, " don't be like that. " you feel him twitch against your core.

his hand moves between your bodies, taking a hold of his thick cock as he drags up through your folds. you squirm against his hold, trying to get away from the feeling. but his face hardens at the squirming, instead slamming into you in one stroke.

a broken and cracked shriek rips from you, your walls clenching around him in pain as he splits you open. your hands claw at the chainsaw, trying so desperately to move it away. but he merely grins, his sharp nose nudging against your ear. " i think i'm going to take my sweet time with you, " he groans, bucking his hips up against yours, shoving his cock further up into you.

the combination of the chainsaw against your throat, his painfully thick cock splitting you open and the gash on your thigh blocks any form of pleasure from you, only pain and overstimulation swirling through your veins.

he drags out slowly, before slamming into the brim again, your throat hurts with each cry that leaves you.

exhaustion and blood loss take over, your eyes drooping as you black out, going limp against Ash's hold. he barks out a laugh, letting your figure slump forward, holding your hips against his. " oh baby, you're not getting out of this that easily. "

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you jolt awake with a slam of Ash's hips and two rough fingers jabbing into the gash on your thigh. a cracked and painful scream rips through you, your body shaking as you jolt awake.

Ash laughs behind you, his thick cock bullying your bruised walls. " there she is, hope you didn't think that you could get out of it that easily? " he tsk's as you let put a sob, " you're gonna stay awake from now on, yeah? i've got plenty of ways to wake you up if you pass out again. "

you cry in defeat, your face pressed against the cracked wood floor, splinters digging into the cuts covering your face. and it's here that you accept your fate, closing your eyes as he slams into you with a brutal pace. there is no way that you're getting out of this.

[onmyyan]

AU with Ashley as like a cult leader?

That last anon ask with you describing the town as like a cult with Ashley as their leader got me yearning for a dark AU timeline

Thoughts? Even just some drabbles?

Ashley telling the townspeople that his many children born from reader are going to become the next great saviors of the town?

It's an inherited power kinda thing.

Meaning Ashley was groomed to be the perfect cult leader by his Ma and Pa.

He knows how to play people like a fiddle, expertly and without fail, he's charming and charismatic, beautiful and kind, how could you not want to follow him into the abyss.

Has the whole town in on it, from woman to children to grannies, they all bow to his will.

During meetings his followers wear dark hooded cloaks and white featureless masks, he is the only one (besides you but that's in the future) allowed to show their face, because he is seen as purified by the old gods, their chosen leader.

If any rebellion strikes up there are dire consequences.

I'm talking immediately made an example of via sacrifice kinda consequences.

All he's missing is his darling, and would you look at who just arrived in town to visit the countryside?

You don't get the sense anything is wrong, in fact the town and it's people feel welcoming and warm, a perfect little vacation from your hectic city life.

And because you have no family here, there's no one here to warn you about the charming sheriff who offers to personally escort you around his little town.

You take to him immediately falling for his charm and kind eyes, he holds the door open , pulls out chairs, the works.

It doesn't take long for your three day stay to turn into a week and then another and when you're finally ready to go back to reality, you suddenly can't

Your bank account is frozen, your phone is disconnected, and no one seems interested in letting you use theirs, Ashley is comforting, offering solace and sanctuary at his place since you couldn't afford the hotel anymore.

It makes too much sense to stay with him while your life goes to shit, which is exactly as he planned it.

The towns people were always kind but they turn that shit up to 10 now that you're staying with Ash.

You never pay for food again no matter the restaurant you go to, if you want something it's either free or criminally discounted.

When you bring it up to Ash he just smiles and kisses your temple, "People r' just kinder out here darlin."

You won't find out about the cult until Ashley wants you to.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— writing pattern game

thanks to @kaleldobrev and @zepskies for tagging me, it gives me something fun to do as a break between studying for exams :'( here's the link to zepskies and kaleldobrev!

FIRST LINES :

standing next you [dean winchester x fem!reader]

There was nothing to hold onto above the pale, green car she was laid over.

scream (you make me feel like it's halloween) [dean winchester x fem!reader]

The Bunker was chilly this Halloween night, and for the first time in years, Y/n and the Winchesters weren’t tangled up in a hunt.

where is my mind? [dean winchester x fem!reader]

“How’s your new boyfriend?” Y/N asked, thumbing the spinning shark head on her blue pen as she stared at a newspaper.

a proclamation [dean winchester x fem!reader]

Dean chewed on his lip as he gazed at Y/N.

bro, ashley's here [dean winchester x fem!reader]

Dean looked at Wanda and Mavis lovingly.

the body [boaz priestly x fem!reader]

Priestly stepped into Y/N’s room, standing in the doorway like a toddler who had thrown up on themselves, waiting for her to look up at him.

city grown willow [dean winchester x fem!reader]

Y/N chuckled softly at her colleague Dylan.

wonderwall [beau arlen x fem!reader]

Beau grunted softly against Y/N’s lips, his fingers digging into her hips the harder she ground against him.

any way that you want me [boaz priestly x fem!reader]

“So you’re just not gonna move?” He asked, lifting his hips off the couch and lowering his pants.

giants in the ocean [jensen ackles x fem!reader]

Jensen cleared his throat loudly from where he stood at the closet, trying to get his girlfriend's attention who was applying makeup as a part of her costume.

PATTERN :

Looks like I just dive on in, straight to the point headfirst when I write, lol. It might be that I'm impatient and just wanna get to the point of what I want to demonstrate or what I want to happen, starting off with someone doing something, like gazing and waiting. Nice to know...

No Pressure Tags :

@syrma-sensei @k-slla @impala-dreamer @jawritter @deanwithscissors @eevvvaa @pink-sparkly-witch

[rosesfanfiction]

Nightmares (Sally Face)

sal fisher x reader

It had been a quite night so far, you had just got home from hanging out with your boyfriend, sal.

You had gotten together about 2 month prior and have been inseparable ever since. If it was to play video games, hang out with the gang or even go ghost hunting, the 2 of you were never seen apart. And you were all for it.

But at the moment you were at home, in your apartment, tired from the long day.

It was the middle of the night, and you had just gotten comfy in your queen sized bed, ready to close your eyes and drift into a dreamless sleep. and that's exactly what would have happened if you didnt hear a knocking on your bedroom window. at first you had thought it was just the wind or some shit like that, but then you heard your name being called in a whisper type tone.

After turning on your lamp you look over to your window, curious as to who's waking you up at such an hour.

"sal" you whisper, your boyfriend, messy hair and all was knocking at your window. You quickly get up and open the window. And sal stumbles into your room.

"What the fuck are you doing here" you ask, moving back to your bed and sitting down. when he didnt answer you pat the spot next to you, silently asking him to sit beside you. When he did he immediately hugged you, that's when you noticed he was crying.

"hey... what's wrong, did something happen?" you got nothing but silence in return so you slowly turned around so that you were laying down with him in your arms, his head resting on your chest. you hadn't noticed until now, that he wasn't wearing his mask.

After being in said position for a good 20 minutes, he finally lifted his head to look at you. You tilt your head and wipe away the tears near his eyes.

"do you want to talk about it baby blue" you asked him using his nickname you gave him In the first week of dating.

"stupid fucking nightmares again" he said in a bit of a whisper "I'm sorry to bother, I didnt know where else to go" he continued laying his head back onto your chest (his pillows as he calls them)

"Your not a bother blue, you will never be a bother" you reassure him while slowly drifting into sleep. although the night didnt end like you had thought, you wouldn't have in any other way.

Hope you enjoyed, look out for more content over the next 5 month.

Lots of love - rose

[whatsupsonnyboy]

adore you || Joseph Quinn

pairing: Joseph Quinn x actress!reader

SUMMARY: you and Joe started dating some time ago, but you have decided to keep it low-key. You two are doing quite well but Variety decided it was a nice idea to put the two of you together not only in his next cover but to shoot an Actors on Actors, since you two are promising stars.

wc: 2.2K

warnings: fluff, Joe being absolutely adorable, overthinking (a little bit)

a/n: based on this request, I gotta admit that I’m not a Bridgerton fan so I had to do a little research, so sorry in advance for mistakes or nonsense! Also, I used Kate Sharma as the character portrayed by you, but there aren’t any mentions of Simone Ashley.

                               request still open! :) | mlist

“You’re nervous… aren’t you?” you heard his voice from the back of your head. When you didn’t say a thing, he got closer and hugged you tightly. When he spoke again you could feel his breathy and raspy morning voice tickling on your neck. “It’s going to be alright, I promise” he said and planted little pecks in the crock of your neck.

“Hmm” was the only thing that you managed to get out and he squeezed you even tighter, inevitably making you smile, God how much you loved him.

It’d only been a few weeks since you two started dating, a couple of months since you met, but Joe could read you as an expert cartographer, he never failed to surprise you with how amazingly well he had got to know you in such a little amount of time.

“Shall I pinky promise, my lady” he joked and your heart melt because his witty sense of humor never kept you from warming your heart.

Instead of saying a word you just turned around so you could face him, you stared at his beautiful brown eyes for a while before sealing your lips with kiss.

“I really hope you’re right” you whispered.

You wanted to believe Joe, you really did but overthinking would hunt you constantly even if you didn’t want it to. What if they noticed? What if you said too much? Or maybe you’d paralyze and not a world would come out of your mouth? What if none of you were the brilliant actors critics had claimed you were*?

His name and yours had been pretty much the only thing magazines, articles, talk shows, brands would talk about for the past months, since the latest Stranger Things and Bridgerton seasons had aired. Of course you were happy, not happy… you were delighted. But fame could be a devil in disguise. That had been the main reason you and Joe had agreed to keep your relationship under cover. All the attention, the red carpets, the never ending press was new for both of you so maintaining your dating status as a secret seemed perfect, at least for a while.

So when your agent, Claire, told you that Variety had made a call and that they wanted you in Actor on Actors you had got pretty excited, just to get anxious the second later, when Claire had explained you that the other actor would be Joseph Quinn. You had tried to play it cool, Claire assuring you as well as Joe that everything would be fine. “It was just an interview” they had both said and a photoshoot, not a big deal.

Not a big deal if you weren’t so in love with the man, how could you praise his work and ask shit without giving yourself away. You wanted it to go alright and the only thing that easy your thoughts and your nerves was the fact that he was going to be there, if Joe was by your side, it didn’t really matter how it ended up because you would be together.

You kissed Joe goodbye before leaving his apartment, rushing to yours to get a shower and get changed before Claire would appear to drive you to the Variety location. She assured you a couple of times that everything was going to be alright on your way to the set, you didn’t say a word, you were to busy trying to convince yourself about it.

-

You were sat on your dressing room, a lovely and chatty girl named Riley was busy with your make up after the stylish had made sure your hair was on point, the door opened. It was Nora, Joe’s agent.

“Just popping to say hi” she said gently. “Wow, you look beautiful”

“Thanks” you said shily. “I guess its’s all thanks to them” you joked referring to Riley and the guy who had done your hair, which name you couldn’t remember and had left a while ago.

“Well, there’s potential” Nora said. “Joe’s ready by the way” she let you know, and your excitement increased. You were dying to see him, you always loved the way they usually dress him up, you were sure he’ll look handsome as hell.

“Nice, I’m almost done here. I’ll let Vera know when we’re good to shoot” Claire said and she left the room with Nora “I’ll be back!”

You looked great, you felt great actually. Your anxiety had become to ease and you had started to feel more comfortable with all of it. At the end, you only ad to chat with your secret boyfriend about how an incredible job he had done on his last projects and accept compliments about yours. It should be easy peasy.

Claire came back to take you to the set, where Joe, Nora and Vera, the main Variety editor, were waiting. Vera started to explain the dynamic of the shooting, introduced you to the photographer and the camera technics but, not that you wanted to be rude, but you couldn’t help to stare at Joe from the corner of your eye. They had gone with a classic, all black. And just wow, despite that brown was his color without a doubt, he for sure knew how to pull that all black look. You could see his silver chains hanging around his neck, the black linen V-neck t-shirt letting them being seen and you loved it. His curls all slicked back as usual plus that little rebel lock that always refused to stay back… he was so dreamy. You had to admit.

“Well, so that’s pretty it, okay… just make it natural” Vera said looking directly at you, as if she had noticed you had been completely distracted while she had been talking.

“It won’t be a problem” Joe assured her and smiled widely. “It be fun” he stated and walked to the armchair that he had been indicated to sit on.

Claire squeezed your arm and whispered some cheerful words before leaving the set and you then walked to sit in front Joe.

“You okay?” he asked you in a really low voice, you had actually had to read his lips.

You didn’t say a thing, you just nodded and gave him a big smile. You were okay. All the nerves and anxious from the morning had seemed to volatilize. Being sat in front of him, a relaxed expression plastered on his face, leaning back on the sofa while he smiled fondly at you made you feel like anything else matter. You felt protected, sheltered.

“Okay, hey! we’re shooting in 3… 2… 1. We’re ready” Vera talked from the back of the cameras. She instructed the two of you again, just to remind you on what topics you were supposed to focus, and of course the most important thing, be natural.

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“So… I got to confess I loved Kate” Joseph started, “I loved you as Kate. It was simply brilliant, the way you managed to endorse the emotions… the duality between the need to protect his sister and the love for this man” you felt your cheeks turning bright red as you listened. “I- I feel like you really empathize with her, and that’s a really tricky thing to do when it comes to lies and betrayal… at least is what I see”

“Yeah, no I think you’re right” you replied, you weren’t really trying to look calmed, you were. Joe had that effect on you. “I think everyone loves a character that’s honest and kind and pure but also one that has her secrets and demons, and in this case Kate’s demons are well, that she had fell in love with the same man her sister had, which is kind of messed up if you think about it twice” Joe laughed ridiculously laugh, which made you join him “but, at the end it only happened because she wanted to protect her and I think that’s why people can connect with her, that’s how people humanize her because they see that she was acting selflessly but well… she found herself falling in love with this charming man”

“Yes, I guess that got a lot of people attached to the story, but let me say it’s also about you, and Jonathan of course” he did a little pause, as if he was looking for the right words “The way you put her on screen, it’s just perfect. The way you easily connect with Kate feelings, wow… just a beautiful the performance that you pulled out”.

You were fascinated by her words, it was like you could be sat there for hour listening to him praising your skills and your projects, your heart just got bigger and bigger with all the love.

“Well-” you sighed before keep going. “I guess you too know well what’s to be the new hot topic” you joked. “Even my little cousin is obsessed with Eddie Munson!” you exclaimed and Joe laughed only because he was fully aware that it was that way. “But, hey I do not blame her, who wouldn’t? I loved the arch; I loved the way you made him yours. I- well, I don’t exactly know how much it was scripted from the final cut…”

“Thanks” he replied warmly. “Well, Eddie is a pretty nice character to play, I’d say it’s the best I had done so far” he admitted but you of course already knew that, “he was brilliantly written by the brothers, but yeah I think there’s always something that’s yours in every character you portray… or at least I feel it like that” he laughed. “But of course, if there’s no clever writing, you’re lost. I- I got lucky with Eddie I guess, see the thing about him is that the Duffers had maybe a little different idea of him but during shooting, he came that way… it just happened” he explained with way more modesty than you think it was fair.

“And it’s amazing, I mean…” you wanted to listen carefully, so you looked him deep in his eyes, “you know, like there had been other characters but I- and it’s just not my opinion” you remarked “the impact that Eddie had… it’s just mind-blowing, I’d say it’s moving the way you have touched people’s lives and, that’s on you” the enormous smile on his face and the slight redness on his cheeks made your heart warm. “You did so much in such little time screen, you kind of stole the show” you laughed together this time.

“I assume you are familiar with the feeling!” he replied immediately and winked an eye, making you laugh even more.

When you two were done it seemed like you had been talking for hours, joking around fame and easily complimenting each other. You had maybe mentioned more than you should how enjoyable and well approached you had found his Enjolras, making Joe blush again and sigh deeply because you knew that one had been kind of a nightmare for him due to all the comparisons with the original character written by Victor Hugo and Aaron Tveit’s performance back in 2012.

You had found yourself smiling sheepishly at him while he praised you about the last show you had been in before Bridgerton. It didn’t really matter how self-conscious you had always felt about that specific role, Joe had the ability to make every word that came out of his mouth, sound like the truest thing you’d ever heard.

The photoshoot went even better, you had never imagined that  doing a session could be that phone, you were used to more formal stuff, but the editor had specifically asked you two to have fun, to be spontaneous. And that was nothing but easy wherever you were around Joe. He had an incredible ability to make you laugh and feel safe, so you were really pleased with the results. The photographer was too, praising the “magical connection” that you two radiated and, not that you were an expert in photography, but you somehow understood pretty well what he had mentioned about connection the moment you saw some of the best ones on his computer. Both of your smiles, the way he looked at you and the way you looked at him, it made your stomach flip. The idea of rumors spreading because of this crossed your mind for a second, but you didn’t really care. The pictures were wonderful, it would be totally worth it.

-

You were almost done with skincare when Joe appeared in the bathroom, he entered the room silently, but you could see him in the mirror. The sweetest of the smiles on his face.

“So, you think it’s moving the way I’ve touched people’s lives” he said in a playful way. But you look at him dead serious before you speak.  

“I do, I was not overpraising you” you said firmly.  “I really do Joe” you repeated and got closer to him. He cupped you face, caressing your soft and clean skin,

“You were, a little…” he whispered but you nodded your head.

“I wasn’t! I aint” you said still staring into his brown and big eyes. “I know it’s difficult for you to take it but… common, it is that way, people adore Eddie, people adore you baby, and not just because you’re stunning and helplessly good looking” the funny face he pulled, made you giggle, “but because of you. What you do, what you are”.

Joe looked at you with mesmerize, as if he was under your spell.  

“I love you” he mumbled before sealing your lips with his in a tender and caring kiss.

“I love you too Joe” you said against his mouth before kissing him again.

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Healing

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a horrific experience at a bar, you blame yourself for letting your guard down and getting in the situation in the first place. As always, Dean is there to clean you up and help you get through it.

Warnings: Mention of physical and sexual assault (non-descriptive), swearing, hurt/comfort

Word count: 2,087

“You’ll call me when you’re on the way back, yeah?” you nibbled at your fingers as you knocked a stone around with your feet, phone clasped tight against your ear.

“Of course, sweetheart. We’ll probably be back before you even are, it’s a simple salt and burn. Now go have fun!” you smiled at the sound of Dean’s voice. He’d been trapped in the bunker for weeks now searching for cases. Since Jack had taken over up top things had been quiet, and you knew Dean was getting itchy. You were pleased the brothers finally had a job to keep them occupied.

As you hung up, you turned back and headed into the bar, giving a wave towards your friend sitting across the room. You hadn’t seen Ashley in ages and it was about time you had a good ‘ol girly catch up. Two hours later and your stomach hurt from laughing so much and your cheeks were flushed from the cocktails. Sure, you drank beer casually with the boys, but you’d let your hair down tonight. The band was good, the drinks were cheap, and the company was the best. But of course, you and Ashley weren’t in college anymore, and she had normal adult responsibilities. Once the clock hit 11, her phone buzzed.

“Ahh dammit Y/N, I gotta get back for the babysitter. But I’ve had the BEST time, we gotta do this more often girl!” you embraced her in a tight hug.

“You’re right, we really, really do. Give my love to Dan and the kids, yeah?” you squeezed her hand tight.

“You’ll be okay getting home?” she quizzed. You nodded happily. “Yeah, I’ll be all good to drive once I’ve had some chips and a soda. And I can always call Dean if I need to.” You gave her another hug before waving goodbye. Checking your phone, you were somewhat disappointed your boyfriend hadn’t called yet, but you supposed it was still quite early. You ordered a glass of coke and a bag of chips before settling back in your seat to watch the band finish up.

It wasn’t long before you were rudely interrupted. “Hey honey, you look a little lonely over here.” The man was short but stocky, very intoxicated and clearly in love with himself. He lent up against the table and winked at you. Gross.

“Actually, I was just about to head off. My nights over, man.” You smiled at him sympathetically before swinging your bag over your shoulder and standing up.

“Hey, c’mon now. Lemme buy you a drink.” He reached forward and grabbed your arm tight. Shrugging him off, you gave him a stern look. “I said I’m leaving, dude. Sorry.” Before he could say anything, you spun around and darted out the bar. Stupid man. You hunted monsters for a living - did he really think he could get one over on you?

Apparently, yes, he did. Just as you reached the car, you heard the crack of branches and froze. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath as you fingered your keys around to make claws between your knuckles. You knew you should never have left your gun in the car.

Before you knew it, you were pinned against the car, hand round your throat. The stubby little car key barely broke the skin on the hefty guy’s chest and only made him grip you tighter. The last thing you heard before your head thumped against the concrete was his squeaky, weedy laugh.

-

It was just after 12, but Dean knew you’d probably still be up. The last time he’d checked your phones location, you were on your way back from the bar so would probably just be getting home now. So he wasn’t concerned when you didn’t pick up.

“Doesn’t she always answer?” Sam questioned from where he sat shotgun. “Nah, she’ll be driving. She never answers when she’s driving but she’ll be glad to see I’ve called.” Dean tossed his phone over his shoulder onto the back seat.

“Maybe it’s about time you look a leaf out of her book, Dean. I mean, we hunt monsters for goodness sake. You really wanna go out for something so stupid as crashing the car because you were on the phone?”

Dean grinned at his brother. “Sammy, if it’s that simple, I’ll be honoured.”

-

You didn’t remember the drive home. You weren’t even sure how you’d got away, how you’d made it back to the car. But you had, and now you were home, back at the bunker. You stumbled down the stairs and towards your bedroom but failed to make it much further, collapsing against the wall. There were no tears yet - you were just numb. You felt stupid; how the hell had you let that happen? Why didn’t you protect yourself? He was a man, for gods sake. A normal, human, fucking man. Not a spirit, or a vampire, or a werewolf. Hell, you’d fought God, and Lucifer, and walked out in one piece. But no, it had to be a stupid human man that broke you.

-

Dean cut the engine and climbed out with a stretch before helping his brother grab the bags from the trunk. The first thing he did when he barged through the door was shout for his girl.

“Hey baby, you home? You better not be drunk outta your head cos I ain’t in the mood to be cleaning up your vomit tonight,” he smirked to himself as he ran down the stairs and chucked the bags on the table in the middle of the room. Sam was close behind him, dropping his load on the floor and continuing on towards the hall. As he rounded the corner he jumped at the sight of you curled up in the floor and chuckled.

“Damn Y/N, you scared the life out of me. Take it you had a good night?” he laughed as he walked towards you but quickly his expression changed as he drew closer. “Y/N? You alright?” concern spreading across his face, he crouched down in front of you. You head was between your knees, arms wrapped tight around your legs hugging them close.

Something was wrong. Your hair was tangled and streaked with mud. Your jeans were ripped - not in a cool, purposeful way like they’d been made like that, but in a violent, messy kinda tear. Sam reached forward, placing a hand softly on your shoulder. You shuddered, whimpering without even looking up.

“Dean…” Sam didn’t take his eyes off you as he beckoned to his brother. “DEAN!”

Your boyfriend strutted round the corner, gnawing at a twizzler. He didn’t waste a second running to your side once he saw the scene before him, sliding on his knees as he reached you.

“Hey, hey baby what’s wrong? What happened?” he frantically tried to pull your face up but you cried out in terror and pushed him away. The brothers looked at each other in horror. “Y/N, beautiful, it’s okay, it’s me, it’s Dean. I need you to tell me what’s wrong, yeah? Are you hurt, baby?” The sound of his voice pulled you out of your trance.

“Dean…” you croaked, slowly lifting your head and peering through your hair. Fresh tears ran down your cheeks as you glimpsed his face, creased with concern. “I’m here, baby.” He glanced at Sam, who nodded and slowly stood up to give you two some space. Dean shuffled round to sit beside you, wrapping his arms tightly round your shoulders and drawing you close. “What did this to you?” his voice shook.

You tightened your human ball and buried your face into Dean’s flannel. “Not what..who…” you were too afraid to even look up at him, feeling the anger tighten his body. “I was so stupid Dean…I should’ve been more alert I’m-I’m sorry…”

“Shhhh,” Dean stroked your hair and cursed at the ceiling. “You-you don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready, okay?” he could feel his body vibrating as his blood boiled. He had already planned out a million ways he was gonna kill the evil son of a bitch. You shook your head and lifted it up, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

“I let my guard down. He was flirting, I rejected him, he wasn’t happy. He - he grabbed me when I walked back to the lot…I was stupid, De, I-I left my gun in the car…” you stammered as you tried not to let the floodgate open again.

“Did he hurt you? Did he…you know…” Dean couldn’t even bring himself say it. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply.

“But it’s okay…” you couldn’t meet his eyes. “I managed to smash his head in with a rock…” Dean shot up, punching the wall with a livid fist. You jumped at the sudden movement and Sam came running out to see what was all the commotion. “Dean!” he shouted before lowering his voice at his error. “She scared Dean. C’mon.” His brother nodded. Sam was right. Now wasn’t the time to let his emotions get to him.

Crouching back at your side, Dean guided you up by the arm. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” He wrapped an arm round your waist as he led you to the bathroom. Placing you on the toilet seat, he started running the bath water, adding whatever random soaps and oils he could find to create a somewhat overwhelming, yet comforting, aroma. Then, he slowly peeled off your battered clothes, tears pricking his eyes as he glanced over the cuts and bruises littering your body. He stroked your hair as he brushed an antiseptic wipe over them, trying to comfort the stinging. Once tended to, he stepped back and started undressing himself. You couldn’t help but smile as he scooped you up, his warm chest pressed against yours, and lowered you into the bath.

The water was an immediate remedy. Your tight muscles started to unravel as you lay back against your boyfriend, welcoming his wandering hands as he lathered the soap over your body. You rolled your head back to rest on Dean’s collarbone, planting a kiss on his shoulder. God knows how long the pair of you sat in the water, but once Dean noticed the goosebumps rising on your arms he clambered out and wrapped you up in a towel. Carrying you bridal style, he headed straight for the bedroom you shared and perched you on the bed. Clothing wise, he wavered over your wardrobe, before opting for one of his oversized t-shirts and pants. He knew you had a habit of stealing them when you felt unwell and figured of all times, this situation called for a bit of comfort.

Folding you into the duvet, Dean looked down at you sadly. He felt like a failure, the very worst boyfriend in the world. How could he have let you get hurt, get assaulted by some fucked up creep? He was meant to look out for you, for gods sake.

“Dean,” you mumbled into the pillow. “Lie with me?” your puppy-dog eyes made his heart melt. “Of course, baby.” He crawled in behind you, snuggling in close and resting his chin against your shoulder. He felt your body relax beneath him as he traced his fingers up and down your arm, humming an old Led Zeppelin hook. Minutes later, your breathing steadied as you drifted into sleep. He stayed awake all night just watching you, gently kissing your cheek each time you stirred. There was no way he was ever gonna let you out of his sight again. You meant way too much to him to lose, and it hurt him to only just be realising it now.

“Thank you, Dean,” you breathed as you woke from a strangely dreamless sleep. He chuckled, but sobered up pretty quickly once he remembered why the two of you were in this situation in the first place.

“Y/N, I know I can never understand what you’ve been through tonight, but I swear to God, I will never, ever let anyone hurt you ever again. And whatever you need to get through this, I’m here. And so is Sam. I might fuck up sometimes - hell, most of the time - but I promise I’ll be here for you. I love you, Y/N.”

You rolled over in his arms to face him. “I love you too, Dean. And no matter what - I’m here for you, too.”

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Tell Me You Love Me

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language

Angst 🖤

Description: Reader tells Dean that they love him and he doesn’t feel the same.

You told yourself that you were too good for him. You didn’t want him. Now, he was with someone else, that wasn’t you. Dean had gone and found himself his one and only, leaving you in the dust. It was worse to always see her around. Anytime you were around she’d cling to him, kiss him, practically fucking up against him until you left. Then act like nothing happened.

You were used to it of course.

But you hated it.

Her laughter filled the hallways of the bunker you and the Winchesters shared. The familiar noise you despised as Dean’s heavy boots had gotten louder as he went past your room with his girl.

What was her name again?

Ah, yeah. Ashley.

She didn’t care much for you. But you rarely came out of your room when she was there, which was often. Sam would drop in a bunch to keep you company, talk crap about her and always made sure you were taking care of yourself. Sammy always made sure you were okay. This was one of those moments where he stopped in, his arms full of snacks and your favorite drinks as he spread them out on your bed. You raised a brow as he produced one of his sweatshirts to throw at you as it landed perfectly on your head. You giggled as he smiled and plopped face first beside you on the bed.

“You ready to binge watch serial killer documentaries?” He asks, kicking off his boots and pulling you into him.

This was how it always was. The feeling’s exchanged between you and Sammy were platonic, he was your best and closest friend. You tugged on the strings of his hoodie that you were wearing, letting go to teach for the remote to turn on Netflix.

You started the all nighter with a bang. Both of you switching halfway through to watch ghost sighting videos on YouTube picking out the videos you both knew were fake. It was then Sam spoke up.

“I don’t think you should tell Dean about how you feel.” You were confused as you shot Sam a look that reflected the feeling.

“He’s not good for you. And he’s only going to hurt you in the end. Like he’s going to do with Ashley.” You raised a brow as Sam continued. He sat up and leaned against the headboard.

“He’s going to break up with her tonight. He talked to me about it. He doesn’t think it’s going to work out.” Your heart raced as the thoughts flooded your mind. Of course you were going to wait for a bit but knowing Dean was going to break up with his girlfriend filled you with a small bit of hope.

“I agree with you Sam. Thanks for telling me.” You said.

Sam smiled, nudging your arm playfully.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You grinned, fingers crossed.

A couple weeks went by since Sam told you and Dean’s break up. You stayed a bit of distance from the older Winchester as you did your own thing. However, you were going to spit it out before you ended up getting cold feet. Thankfully Sam was out with Castiel on a hunt while Dean stayed at the bunker trying to figure out what was happening with the hot water in the showers. He asked you to help him and you happily obliged.

He had you holding the tools as you handed him whatever he was asking for. Dean cursed under his breath, rolling up his sleeves and wiping sweat from his brow. He had a lot more work to do with whatever was happening with the heater and he was getting to the bottom of it. This would be your chance.

“Hey Dean. You have a minute?” You asked, setting down the tools.

Dean pulls himself out of the water closet and looks at you.

“What’s up?” He glances up at you from his crouched position in front of the heater.

You felt like you were going to faint. Fiddling with your hands you chewed on your lip and decided to spit it out—get it over with.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve had feelings for you since forever. I thought you should know.” You blurted out looking down at your feet.

The silence is loud, as you don’t dare look up at him. Until he sighs of course, you flick your eyes up for just a moment to see him pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. He catches your eyes as he’s now staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“Y/N. I don’t feel the same.”

That sentence breaks you in an instant. You don’t say anything as you turn from him and leave to go right up the stairs to your room, leaving him down by the water heater. Closing the door to your room behind you, you sink and sob as soon as you hit the floor.

Sam was right. This was absolutely stupid of you to do. You should have kept it to yourself. You wipe away a couple of tears as you pull out your phone.

I did it, Sam.

You sent the message. After a few minutes your phone lights up.

You shouldn’t have. You promised. What did he say?

You frowned.

I’m so fucking stupid. You were right. He doesn’t feel the same Sam.

You hit send again and waited. Your phone buzzed again.

Don’t say that. OTW home. Bought snacks again. Want to talk about it some more later?

You reply with a yes and sink back into yourself. For the most part maybe it’s a sign to move on. At least there are other people who would do absolutely anything for you.

Like Sam.

Thanks dummy.

You text after the “yes”. You were about to put your phone down again when it buzzed once more.

You’re welcome N/N.

The corners of your mouth perk up and you are quick to text him.

Okay dummy, I’ll see you when you get here. You did get the sour gummy worms right? I love you.

You froze when you realized you had sent that. You facepalmed and stared at the three dots appearing on your screen, indicating that Sam was typing.

I did. I also got chips, some other sweets and whatever the hell that soda is that you like. The one that looks like pee. I love you too.

You stopped crying as you read and laughed a bit. At least you weren’t going to be alone. At least not tonight.

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The Satanic Panic VII +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

For other chapters/story summary check out: https://usetheeauthor.tumblr.com/post/691280498281070592/the-satanic-panic-series-masterlist-18

Chapter Summary: With a new murder victim, the town is on edge but somehow Eddie’s popularity rises. Noticing that you’re on edge about the attacks, Eddie decides to put a hold on the hunt and gives you a night of fun.

Word Count: 5.5k+

Warnings: mentions of death, religious themes, blasphemy, pining, sexual content, nipple play, pillow humping, little dry humping, biting, clit stimulation, bit of cum eating, heavy petting, breath play, fluff towards the end

VII. Wrath

You scrubbed away at the blood, watching it go down the shower drain. What the hell was that dream? It wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real. And yet there’s a bloody handprint on your body identical to the one in your dream. Blood doesn’t just randomly appear.

You brush off the incident for now. There were important matters ahead. They’ve claimed a second victim. Picking up the book of names, you head over to Eddie’s place to discuss the craziness of it all.

When you arrived, Wayne Munson was sitting outside on the picnic beach, taking a smoke break while reading today’s newspaper.

“Hello, Mr. Munson.” You greeted.

“Morning, Ashley. How ya holdin’ up?”

“Honestly, a little on edge.”

“Who could blame you? Someone’s going around killing people at random and somehow they’re still trying to point the fingers at Eddie while the killer remains on the loose.” You could tell he was frustrated. Wayne knew that his nephew would never harm anyone.

“People will believe whatever fits their narratives. I know the truth of that night. I’ll always be there to defend him.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t feel the need to worry much. You’ve really been a huge support in his life. Eddie always tells me how grateful he is to have met you.”

“Really?”

“Yep. That boy’s got it bad for ya.”

Your face begins burn as you grew bashful. “I’m sure it’s all friendly. Eddie and I just have a great respect for each other.”

Wayne shrugs. “If you say so.”

You smile awkwardly at him before entering the trailer. You turned the knob to Eddie’s door and you’re greeted by a shirtless Eddie who must’ve came from the shower moments ago. His hair and chest is slightly wet. You found yourself hypnotized by the water droplets trailing down his abs down to the v line of his abdomen, jeans hanging on his hips. He looked absolutely sinfully appetizing.

You snapped yourself out of your trance, worried that you might drool. “Shit! Sorry!” You hurriedly tried to close the door only for him to stop it midway.

“Would you relax? It’s not like my dick’s out or anything.”

“Uh. Um. Well, I…” You were blubbering like an idiot, unable to form a coherent sentence and he just stood there smirking at you.

“Why don’t you get in here? Take a seat. You probably need the break after hearing the news.” He knew that you were obviously dumbstruck by the compromising situation you found yourselves in but he was willing to give you an out since serious matters needed to be discussed.

You nod, quickly walking passed him and sitting at the edge of his bed. He shuts the door behind him, locking it. For some reason, that makes you audibly gulp.

He stares at you. “Something wrong?”

“I had a dream last night!” You blurted out, wanting to deflect from this tense situation only to end up bringing yourself into another one. You couldn’t possibly tell him you had a sex dream involving him and Steve. “Actually, it was more of a nightmare.”

Eddie leans against his dresser, arms crossed. “What was it about?”

“I got attacked by a guy I met at a bar.”

“Oookay?” Eddie responds, not sure where this was going.

“Well, he didn’t actually attack me. I’m honestly not sure what he did to me but I was bleeding and his hands were covered in my blood. Then, he touched me. When I woke up, there was a bloody handprint from where he touched me.”

“Are you okay?” He’s genuinely concerned.

“Not really. When you told me they found a body this morning, I knew my dream had some relation to the situation.”

“Who was the guy? When I find him, I’ll—”

“No. You can’t reveal yourself to him.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s the Archangel. He touched me in my dreams and suddenly a handprint manifests itself into reality. Witches can jump through dreams but can never leave a physical mark. And I’ve recently read in the book of names that—”

“Only divine beings can leave behind physical messages from the spiritual realm,” His eyes squeeze shut at the frustration. “They’re fucking onto us. Did he say anything significant to you? Maybe we can piece together some things.”

“Well, the night at the bar, he told me what the tattoo on his wrist meant. It was 001. Then, he asked me if I needed to be saved. In the dream, though, he asked me to join him.”

“Shit. He’s imprinted on you. This means that we have to be extra cautious about how we move forward. We might have to lay low for the meantime.”

“Lay low?! Another innocent person has just lost their life because we didn’t act fast enough. How many more will die before we do something? What happens when they get to their last victim?”

Eddie nods, agreeing with you but still set in his orders. “Was there anything else he said? Anything is something.”

“He said “she” saved me. I’m not sure who ‘she’ is but she must be the ringleader of all this.”

“She? You mean to tell me there’s angel bot ranked even higher than this guy. We’ve gotta find this her or we’re screwed. The book probably has it written down somewhere.

“I highly doubt it we’d find the info there. We need to go to the site of the attack. I can do the precognition spell—”

“It’s dangerous on your own.”

“I know but what choice do we have? I don’t want anymore people dying when all of this could have been prevented if I were a better witch.”

“You can’t keep placing blame on yourself.”

“It’s easier said than done, Eds. We know more about this stuff than anyone. The more blood is shed, the more it’ll be on our hands.”

“What if we get Nancy and Robin to help you?”

“I wouldn’t want to risk their safety.“

Eddie sighs. “Fair enough.”

He looks down at your fidgety frame. You really are on edge. This was a lot of pressure added on you. “Where’d he touched you?”

You lift your skirt just enough to reveal your upper thigh. “Here. Now, there’s just bruises. Hadn’t noticed he gripped me that hard since I was so paralyzed by fear.” You chuckled nervously but your breath hitches when Eddie lowers to his knee in front of you.

His hands travel between your inner thigh and you involuntarily clasp your thighs together, trapping his hand there. He looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “Spread your legs.”

You couldn’t. You were sure he could smell your arousal. It didn’t help that he was still shirtless. How was it so easy for him to turn you on? You knew you had to obey, though, because you could see his patience running thin. So, slowly you pry your thighs apart.

He moves one leg wide enough and looks at your inner thigh while you tried controlling your breathing.

“Shit. You’re marked.”

“Marked?”

“You’ve been marked with the mark of the beast,” He points at the numbers between your legs and you looked down. “It signifies loyalty and devotion. He’s tagged your dreams so he can enter your mind whenever he wants.”

“Couldn’t you do that, too? Maybe if you override his influence, I’ll be free.”

“I chose not to mark you with the mark of the beast for a reason. People who get marked by it become soulless subjects. I wanted everyone on my side to have their own free will. Including you. I couldn’t possibly put you through that.”

“Will I become soulless?”

“No, you’ve already devoted to me. All he can do is haunt your dreams. You probably won’t be able to conduct the precognition spell anytime soon. He’ll only pick your mind.”

“But we have to. It’s the only way we’ll get more information. There has to be a way I remove it.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“B-but he’s so powerful.”

“So am I.”

“What about laying low until you recall everything?”

“I think I know enough.”

“Maybe. But we’ll let Steve be the judge of that.”

“Oh, so now he calls the shots?” Eddie feels his anger spilling over. Why’d you bring him up all of a sudden. Steve wasn’t your god. He was.

“I’m only suggesting that you could use the second opinion. Wouldn’t you like to be fully ready? I don’t want you getting hurt or anything.”

He rubs at the bruises at your thigh. “Just let me be the one to worry about you now. I’ll be fine.”

You can admit that it did feel good having him caress you this way. You were so used to the rougher touches that when he would touch you softly, you’d greedily relish in it. You place a hand over his while he continued to rub at the marks, eyes staring into each other’s. The metal of his rings did little to cool down your heated skin but they still felt incredibly nice digging into your thigh.

Now both hands rubbed up and down your thighs, he digs his nails into them and you gasped. He climbs over you, his erection pressed against your clothed cunt. His mouth sucks and licks at your neck, your eyes rolling back. Eddie grinds himself into your core and it just felt so good to have his body over yours. You scratch down his back causing him to bite your neck.

“Ah.” You cried out.

Then he pulls away from your throat and you get to see his face again. His eyes are pitched black. It should of frightened you but you were lost in them, paralyzed even. His bottom lip lightly grazing over your own. There’s a knock on his bedroom door, halting the activity.

Coming back to your senses, you blink up and around the room. Eddie groans in frustration, peeling himself off you and heading for the door. You sat up in a daze.

Eddie answers the door and it happened to be the guy you were dreading to see at the moment. The guy you drunkenly kissed. Steve.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve greets before making his way in. “Sorry, I’m late. I had a group of girls asking to join and— Hey…Ash.” He shoots you a small smile.

“Hi.” You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

Steve looks between you two. Eddie’s shirtless, your skirt risen for any boy to indulge. “Should I have come a little later?”

“Nah, um, you’re good, ” Eddie says then awkwardly clears his throat. “Ash, would you show him the mark?”

You sit back on your hands, parting your legs slightly. Steve is confused at first with the energy of the room before his eyes bugged out of his head. “The mark of the beast?! Who did this to you?”

“The man at the bar. The archangel.” You answered

“Fuck,” Steve shakes his head. “I should’ve been there for you. I dropped the ball.”

“It’s not you. I left myself vulnerable in his presence. He knew to target me and now I’m paying the price.!We have to hunt him down.”

“No. Killing him should be the last option. This mark could be so soul binding that if he dies, you might die, too. There is an option we can try though: The Severance of Souls spell. We can cut ties between him and you for good.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“It’s not going to be easy though.” Steve states.

“Oooof course, it’s not,” You say in frustration. “Why won’t it be easy.”

“During the spell, you’ll enter a state of mind that resembles our world but slightly off. If you figure out the difference, you’ll be led to your soul and given the opportunity to free it. If you don’t…you’ll be trapped in your version of hell possibly forever.”

“Goddamn.” It was all you could say. Either you hunt the archangel and die or free your soul and die.

“What makes the spell a better choice?” Eddie questions.

“I’ve read an old book about witchcraft that states that there’s a 75% chance of survival for the Severance spell compared to a 50% chance of survival killing the archangel.” Steve explains.

“That settles it, then. We’re doing the Severance spell.” You’ve made up your mind. If you didn’t break free from the mark, you were sure he’d come after your family. The look in Henry’s eyes in that dream showed you that he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

“I’d think this through, Ash.” Eddie reasons.

“We don’t have time to think through things through. We’ve just got to do it,” You put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I’ll be okay.”

You turned your focus back to Steve. “So when can I do this spell?”

“We can do it tomorrow afternoon before the Hexennacht celebration. I’ll teach you the spell, too.”

“I hope I don’t die before I get to celebrate my first witch holiday. I’m really looking forward to party.” You joked.

“You’ll do fine. You’ve got it.” Steve encourages.

“We should probably read through the book and see the new victim’s name, though. The police haven’t released it to the public but it’ll for sure be in the here.” Eddie informs.

“Right on. But dude, not that I mind much, but will you please wear a shirt?” Steve laughs, throwing a shirt off the dresser at him.

Eddie huffs, pulling on the t-shirt. You picked up the book and the boys gathered around you, flipping through the pages before landing on a page. The archangel’s list only a page away.

You looked on each side of your shoulders, the boys encouraging you to go further. You flipped the page like ripping off a band-aid.

#2 Billy Hargrove….

“I know him! That’s Lucas’s girlfriend’s dickhead of a stepbrother.” You stare up at them. “Wait. Am I allowed to call a dead person a dickhead?”

“You die a dickhead, you’ll forever be one in my book.” Eddie shrugs.

“I gave him a little visit one time. A barb-wired baseball bat in hand because he tried putting his hands on my brother,” Eddie chuckles at your story. The thought of you swinging a bat around directed at a man twice your size was a sight he’d pay to see. You continued, “If I had to guess the deadly sin he was taken for, it’d definitely be pride. The fucking ego on that guy.”

“Oh, it’s definitely wrath. I went to high school with that guy back in L.A. Serious anger issues.” Steve counters.

“Wrath and gluttony,” Eddie began. “He’s claimed 2 lives within our age group. Two people that have some significance to us. So…”

“Looks like we can narrow down the list of victims to people around our age and/or people we know.” Steve finishes.

You feel anxiety creep in. This confirmed your worries. There was eminent danger your family will hasn’t experienced yet. It did not help that you were attached to the Leader of these beings set to destroy humanity itself.

—————

You ended up having to leave the boys because of a call you received from your dad at the police station. You knew it had something to do with his suspicions on the murders and that he wanted to gather some information. You couldn’t get him involved in all this of this.

When you arrived, immediately, Sheriff Jim Hopper greets you. “Hey, kid, you’re lookin’ a bit shaken. Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, just my job’s wearing me out.” You shrug it off, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Alright,” He sounds unconvinced. “Well, your father’s waiting for you in his office. Try not to be so hard on him. He’s had a rough day.” He pats your shoulder the walks away.

You rest your hand on the knob, slowly turning it and swinging it open. “Dad? You wanted to see me.”

“Yes, Ashley, come on in. Shut the door. Have a seat.” He says, briskly.

You do as he says, trying to remain as cool as possible by sitting up straight and making direct eye contact.

“So, Ashley, I’m sure you’ve heard that we’ve discovered a new body.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

“The victim died in a similar way to Chrissie Cunningham. It’s almost strange that not long after your friend was released from prison, a new victim is found.”

“It’s not Eddie. It was an angel bot. I thought you believed me.”

“I know and I’m really still learning this spiritual and supernatural side of you, your mother, and your siblings but I also reason with logic.”

“This is above logic, dad. Thinking in terms of what’s possible in the human realm is pointless. Their powers transcend beyond comprehension.”

“Then, just tell me…who do you believe is the next victim? What’s the targeted preference? I need to know to save your life.”

“I don’t know. It’s not like I’m in the minds of the angel bots or something.” Although, they were definitely in yours.

“I’m not sure I believe that.” He says through clenched teeth.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The truth.”

“The truth is, I have no idea who the next victim is.” You really didn’t. You were withholding the targeted demographic but you couldn’t tell him that for his safety and yours.

“You realize people have been speculating, making rumors about our family especially you. People talk in this town, Ash. You know this more than me. They’re saying you and Eddie have been ‘hanging out’ a lot.”

“You mean, the thing that most friends do?” You inquire, sarcastically.

“It doesn’t look so friendly based off eyewitness accounts.”

“Well, maybe eyewitnesses need to mind their business because they don’t understand anything.” You were getting defensive. This wasn’t good. You needed to keep your cool from any further speculations.

“Have you ever heard the term Hybristophilia?” Your father asks.

You scoffed. “Are you saying I’m some obsessive fan for Eddie?”

“I wasn’t trying to call you that. I’ve just been noticing that Eddie has gotten lots of attention in the media and from girls in town. Most of them being fans of him for their attraction to those who commit crime. After the tv interview, the hysteria has gotten so bad that the police station are constantly receiving phone calls from townsfolk begging to speak with Eddie or set him free, And it’s not just women but men come to his defense, as well.”

“Maybe some people are supporting him for the wrong reasons but I don’t think it’s so bad defending someone who’s clearly innocent.

“Okay, so allow me to spin this scenario. I’ll accept that the angel bot took Chrissie’s life. However, what if I were to say that Eddie might have gotten so high of the attention that he would be willing to do anything for it. Including going to sought out his first victim so he can continue getting support. After all, Infamy is fame regardless of the reception.”

“I’d say you have a creative imagination, dad,” You stood up from your seat. “I need to pick up Lucas from basketball practice.”

Your father sighs then nods. “Alright, you’re free to go.”

You give him a purse-lipped smile before walking out the station. The moment you got to the car, you were racking your brain. Why did everything your dad say suddenly make sense? Eddie has been acting a little strange lately. Meaner, sometimes. You were beginning to question if it were really him or the actual devil took over.

No! There’s no way he’d kill for attention. Eddie was never the type to care for popularity. Sure, he’s powerful now but he wouldn’t force his superiority in such a way.

You parked near the basketball court. Lucas notices you, waving goodbye to his team then running over to enter your car.

“Hey.” He begins.

“Hi.” You say.

“Can I stay over at your place tonight? Mom is constantly listening in on my conversations with Max. She keeps saying it reminds her of her relationship with dad and it freaks me out.”

“Don’t be so freaked out. You’d be glad to have a relationship that loving.”

He groans. “Please don’t say ‘loving’.”

“Oh come on, you never told Max you loveee her.” You say, a teasing infliction in your words.

“N-no.”

“Jeez, and I thought high school was puppy love city. Guess times have changed.”

“Yep, It’s not like your olden days where people would court each other and get a pop of soda at the diner.”

“You little shit.” You stretch out one hand off the wheel to attack him while your eyes remained on the road. He wriggled around to avoid your hand, the two of you laughing.

“Fine,” You say, focusing back on driving. “You can stay at my place tonight. Erica’s gonna feel so left out, though.”

“She stays over at your place all the time. She’ll be fine.”

—————

You were busy reading through the book of life for more information. You could at least read the parts that weren’t in Ulkic. People really did die in the strangest of ways all around the world. Honestly the book, sort of scared you. Again, why did Joyce own this book?!

Multiple knocks on your door cause you to jump up, no longer sucked into the laws of the dead.

“I’ll get it!” Lucas says, quickly sprinting to the door. The door swings open and a whole group floods in. There was Will, Mike, Dustin, Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Jonathan.

“Hey, Ash.” The groups says as they pour into the living room.

“Whoa, Lucas, you could’ve warned me. I’m practically naked.” You were dressed in pajama shorts and a giant t-shirt. Running to your bedroom, you threw on a sweater and figured it was decent enough.

When you got back, everyone was gathered around the coffee table setting up some games and snacks. You walked up to Eddie, “What are you guys doing here? And why hadn’t you told me you were coming?”

“It was a surprise.” He smiles, before grabbing your shoulders. “I’m just trying to lighten you up. You’ve been so tense lately. Figured you could use some moments of levity. Especially since, tomorrow you’ll do the Severance spell.”

“Yeah, I guess. I could use the break.”

He hums in agreement before, pulling you a little over to the side. “How was the talk with your dad?”

“Not good. He thinks your some kind of a serial killer and that I’m covering you because I’m love with you.”

“He thinks you’re in love with me?”

You nudged his arm. “That’s what you got from that.”

“Sorry, it’s just that I thought he believed us. Cops, am i right?”

“Yeah. Fucking cops,” You shook your head. “He says he’s trying to think ‘logically’. Thinks your doing this all for fame. He should write for horror movies with that crazy imagination.”

“Yeah.” Eddie simply says before joining the group.

Oh no. Why did that make you suddenly suspicious of him? Why was he so dismissive of the conversation? He was the one that pulled you to the side in the first place. No. You had to stop this overthinking.

You sat with the group. “What are we playing?”

“D’n’D.” Will says, excitedly.

Your eyes quickly dart to Steve, Robin, and Jonathan. “You guys play this game?”

“Nah, we just wanted to come and support you. We know you’re not feeling well and we didn’t want you to go through it alone.” Robin smiles.

“Oh, contraire, we’re…” Dustin gestures to his friends. “…here to play D’n’D with Lucas and Eds.”

“Gee, thanks for the support, Dustin.” You rolled your eyes. “But why here?”

“Because Eddie insisted we do. Because he loves you.” Dustin says, making kissy faces.

You noticed a blush creep onto Eddie’s face. He narrows his eyes at the teenager. “You little shit.”

“Come on, let’s get this nerdy game started already.”Steve speaks up, grabbing a player card. “What’s this?”

“That’s where you write out all the things you’d want for your character.” Jonathan speaks up.

The group stares at him.

“Oh come on, I don’t play this shit. I literally have a brother who’s freakin’ obsessed.”

“You totally play it. He’s too shy to admit.” Will teases.

“Nothing wrong with being a nerd. I’m a huge nerd.” You admitted.

“Yeah, alright, swim team captain.” Eddie says, sarcastically.

“I really am. I was valedictorian for crying out loud.”

“Getting good grades doesn’t make you enough of a nerd.” Mike challenges.

“Oh, it is so like you, boys, to gatekeep everything you feel is exclusive to you.” You shook your head. “Newsflash. Girls can be nerds. Now let the games begin. I think I’m ready to make some nerds cry tonight.”

You had no idea the rules for this game and it made the expert players shake their heads and laugh at your cluelessness.

“See? Not a nerd.” Dustin smirks.

—————

The group had been deeply immersed into the game laughing and joking around. Half of you didn’t understand how to play but you enjoyed your time anyway. It was especially nice seeing Eddie be himself. He was silly, fun, and nerdy as ever.

“You've been following this tunnel for about 120 yards. The water on the floor is ankle deep and very cold. Now and then you feel something brush against your foot. The smell of decay is getting stronger. The tunnel is gradually filling with a cold mist.” Eddie paints the scene, his voice mixed in with theatrics as Dungeon Master.

“I don’t know guys. Sounds kinda suspicious. Can we see something up ahead?” Will asks.

“Your torchlight’s within range, the tunnel is more or less straight. You don't see any branches or doorways.”

“Let’s go for it!“ You exclaimed.

“We haven’t asked enough questions.” Dustin says.

“Live a little.” You say, rolling the dice.

By the end of the game, you all were defeated by Vecna. The younger boys looked at you in disappointment for your decision. “At least, we had fun.” You gave a nervous laugh.

Everyone began to pick up after themselves as the night grew late. The group making their way to head out.

Steve gave you a longing hug before he left. You knew full well that he still thought about the night of the kiss. You and him were bound to speak of it once he’d get the privacy to bring it up with you.

Your brother had crashed asleep in your bedroom and you were stuck having to contemplate sharing the bed or staying on the couch.

“Great,” You threw your hands up, walking into the living room. “He took over my entire bed.”

Eddie chuckles.

You were busy, cleaning up the coffee table, slightly bent over, when you felt a hardness against your ass. Then, a pair of hands grip your waist. You quickly shot up, wide-eyed, the back of your head hitting his chest.

“E-eddie? What are you…” He silences you when his hands come up behind you, cupping your breasts. He uses his index finger to circle around your hardened nipples through your shirt, careful not to touch them directly. Your eyes fluttered closed.

“I just wanna make you feel good.” He whispers near your ear, placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“But Luc—”

“He’s asleep. Long as you stay quiet, he’ll remain that way.” He growls, lifting your shirt to expose your stomach, he brings his fingers around the sides, digging his nails into the soft flesh and scratching. The sting actually felt so good that you moaned. Your hand flew to your mouth and you feel him smirk against your shoulder.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises you. You took the initiative to keep the loud noises from tumbling out your lips. You deserved a reward.

His fingertips brush up and down the length of your stomach, although ticklish, it also felt so damn nice. Then, he blows into your ear and your knees buckle, ungracefully falling to them with Eddie following behind you. His hands are still on you, cupping your breasts and kneading them while placing soft kisses on your neck.

“Feels so good.” You mewled.

“I’m glad it does, little one.” He just couldn’t stop smiling at the state you were in. You were usually the reserved, dry humor kind of girl and with one touch from him, you were now a whimpering submissive.

He unclasps your bra, your boobs freely bouncing from the gravity. His mouth water at the sight of your hardened nipples and perky tits.

“They look so perfect.” Eddie groans, moving your arm back and around his neck so that they were out of his way.

He notices your hips thrusting and searching for some form of friction. Taking a large pillow from your couch, he places it on the floor between your legs, resuming his ministrations on your hardened peaks. He’s pinching and flicking them expertly with his fingers while you rocked against the plush material under you.

If these shorts hadn’t been in the way, you’d really gush. As if he heard your thoughts, he tugs at your pajama shorts from behind, moving them to the side just enough for your clit to be in contact with the thick seam of the pillow.

“Unhh, fuck.” You bite the skin between your index finger and thumb.

Eddie notes this. You really loved pain.

He gathers your hair in a tight ponytail, yanking your head back against his chest. A gasp melds into a moan once you feel his beautifully full lips attacking your neck again. He begins thrusting himself against your round and ample ass, no longer able to restrain himself. You can feel how hard and huge he is even with the barriers of clothing between you two. Goosebumps lighting across your skin when you hear him moan your name for the first time.

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll give you exactly what you need.” Eddie says, breathlessly, continuing to play the instrument that is your body.

“I want you to…need you to…” You whined out, not having the strength to finish your sentence.

Eddie could feel himself getting frustrated. Why were you still stalling this tension between you two? You were riding hard against the pillow beneath you and, yes, he found this extremely sexy, but you weren’t answering him the way he wanted.

While one hand continued to tease a nipple, the other was now sliding down inside your pajama shorts. You were extremely wet that it shocked him. He hardly did a thing. You wanted it bad yet you resist. Why?

He rubs you through your panties, hearing you whimper desperately for him. “Eddie….please, it’s too much.” You panted but he wouldn’t let up. Not until you finally begged him to fuck you.

He rubs at your clit just right enough to have a new flood of your wetness soak through your underwear and coat his fingers.

“Gonna cum.” You whispered while resting a hand over the one circling your clit.

If he was truly evil, he’d pull away as a petty form of punishment for you not giving your body to him. However, he was so enamored seeing you in this much pleasure that all he could do was give in to you.

“Cum, baby. Soak my fingers in your cum.”

His words sent you over the edge, you topple forward shaking and quivering in your earth-shattering orgasm. He kisses your neck still hovering over your body and toying with you until you physically had to yank his hand out of your shorts. When you came to, you looked down noticing that your arousal had wet the pillow beneath you.

Eddie’s hand had been wet with your arousal as well. You hear sucking behind you, realizing that he was tasting his fingers. If you’d broken your self control, you would jump his bones this very moment.

You look over your shoulder and he gives your ass a light smack, smiling down at you.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He says.

You felt pride in your chest at his words. Did that mean that you tasted better than all the other girls he’s had? Including…Chrissie.

He picks you up, carrying you onto the sofa before attempting to walk away.

You grab his forearm. “Please, don’t leave me.” You sounded needy but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted his skin on yours.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just getting a blanket. They’re still in the hallway closet, right?” He thought back to the first night he slept at you place.

“Yeah.” You were getting super sleepy but you couldn’t close your eyes until he was laying right next to you.

He comes back with a blanket, putting it over your bodies as he squeezes into his position behind you.There was barely space for two but you both made it work. Him acting as the big spoon in the cuddle position.

His arms are tight around your waist. He whispers, “You better come back from that Severance spell or I swear I’ll come and find you myself regardless of the rules or whether the archangel’s watching.”

You turn your head back, kissing his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be back. I promise.”

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