#dead by daylight x afab reader

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Hola buenas, ojala estes bien y allas comido algo.

Vengo a pedir un fanfic de Dwight el de Dead by Daylight con un s/o siendo un soft dom y que Dwight le tenga mucho cariño a su s/o. Quiero incluir unos hcs que tengo en mente como: (todos los hcs son de Dwight)

El esta muy hambriento de tacto (touch starve).

Se sonroja muy rapido y se pone muy rojo.

Es pone algo nervioso con mucho tacto.

Es muy facil de dominar.

Se derrite con elogios.

Tiembla un poco a veces de los nervios y tambien cuando esta avergonzado.

Me gustaria que fuera smut y soft con algo de trama en el fanfic. No importa que locacion sea solo que el y su s/o esten en el reyno de la entidad. Los pronombres del s/o serian elle y tiene anatomia feminina.

Gracias!

𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙞 (𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙪 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧) || 𝘿𝙬𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙭 𝘼𝙁𝘼𝘽 ! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 || 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒

TW || Sexo sin protección, usen condon en la vida real. Sexo oral. P en v. Algo de consentimiento dudoso, pero realmente los dos están de acuerdo. Ligeros, muy ligeros toques de dom/sub, con sub! Dwight y dom! Reader. Reader usa pronombres ellx/they, pero su anatomía es femenina. No beta reader. Mi poca gracia al escribir obscenidad.

WA || 2.3k

Nota de Autor || Esto tardo dos meses en salir y me disculpo tanto, estaba en el peor momento del semestre. Si se ve algo raro al inicio es porque totalmente olvide que pediste que fuera en el reino de la Entidad, así que lo edite para tratar de cumplir bien con el pedido. Espero sea de tu agrado:). Y si, volví a mi primer nombre de usuario, lol.

Sabías lo sencillo que era molestar a Dwight, recuerdas con facilidad su primer encuentro, como un simple hola de tu parte lo había puesto nervioso y casi listo para huir.

En ese momento no fue difícil de saber porque su actitud, deberías ser demasiado distraídx para no notar el ambiente hostil en el que se encontraban, como cada uno de los supervivientes lo veían como su guía para problemáticas extrañas en el reino de la Entidad y a pesar de la carga o tal vez por la carga que tenía encima, decidiste quedarte a su lado.

No era tu plan acercarte para saltar sobre sus huesos y convertirte en el centro de su universo, pero con Dwight siendo el chico dulce que era, no fue difícil caer enamoradx de él. Inicio como simples conversaciones de compañeros, te acercarías a él después de cada juicio para saludarlo cada vez, preguntar cómo era su día o lo que fuera en este lugar y quizás dejarle algo que lograste tomar del juicio anterior.

Ver ese sonrojo en su rostro, los pequeños ojos de corazón en su mirada y el aumento de su tartamudeo al acercarte solo te incitaba a buscar más. Así que no dudaste en arrastrarlo en tus horas libres, ya sea que le llevaras la comida que pedirías a la Entidad por tu gran trabajo o lo invitaras al pequeño lugar que encontraste entre el campamento y el territorio asesino. Algo dentro de ti se agitaba cada que lo veías derretirse en la comodidad y cariño hacia ti cada encuentro.

Fuiste valiente por los dos. Te sentarías a su lado en la fogata, tomarías su mano al momento de ir de encontrarse en juicios, le darías pequeños besos en la mejilla después de cada juicio finalizado con éxito, lo abrazarías de despedida antes de volver al trabajo y dejarías pequeñas caricias sobre su cabeza cada que “por casualidad” pasaras junto a él en la fogata.

Y cuando te sintieras más atrevidx lo sujetarias de su brazo para abrazarlo entre tus pechos, le harías opinar como este nuevo atuendo de parte de la Entidad se veía en ti o “mis pechos se ven muy vulgares en esta blusa” solo para ver esa expresión de necesidad en él y su rostro tornándose de un rojo oscuro.

Aun así, sabías que él no haría ningún movimiento, demasiado nervioso o asustado de arruinar lo que con tanto esfuerzo habían construido, sabías que en alguna parte de su mente se aseguraba que estabas siendo amable y demasiado inocente, así que saltaste y lo invitaste a salir. No hay excusas de preguntar sobre una nueva estrategia, no es solo un momento en el que te sentías solx y él era el único a la vista, y no estabas siendo inocente, querías salir con él.

Fue casi divertido ver la emoción de aceptar intercalado entre intentar fingir que no estaba completamente desesperado por salir contigo. Te necesitaba, no solo porque Dwight te quería y adoraba, necesitaba que lo guiarás y comandaras después de ser él quien tuviera que ordenar durante tanto tiempo, que le hicieras sentir la seguridad sin esperar nada a cambio y la valentía para avanzar a algo más que caricias y miradas robadas.

La cita fue en Haddonfield, aunque en ti existía una vena de exhibicionismo y podrías haberlo llevado, junto lo que conseguiste mediante La Entidad, a algún claro en el bosque, querías darle la seguridad y comodidad a Dwight, no solo ibas a jugar con él, querías cuidar de él y que viera en ti un lugar seguro para ser y hacer lo que quisiera. Así que tuviste que enfrentarte a un Michael Myers gruñón que se rindió después de tanto rogar y mostrarle que no importaba cuánto te amenazara no te rendirías, todo sea por ver feliz a Dwight.

Y lo estabas logrando, desde que llegó se veía tan emocionado, aunque sabía que no era tu casa, se sentía como si le permitieras entrar en un espacio tan privado como tu casa y su mirada no podía despegarse de tu persona, lo bien que te veías en ese conjunto que resaltaba tus mejores atributos. Y aunque deseabas ignorar todo y saltar sobre él, jugarías bien.

La cita fue como se esperaba, estaba tan necesitado para ayudar e impresionarte. Ofrecerse a poner la mesa, servir las bebidas, felicitar tu comida(no tuya realmente, pero todo sea por el bien de fingir) desde el primer bocado y no dejar de centrar todo en ti dándote una mirada llena de adoración en cada acto de servicio, eran tan lindo y maleable, sería tuyo.

No sabes si fue el vino barato, que ese ente logro conseguir, en ustedes que te dio el aliento para hacer un movimiento, pero en un momento estaban los dos sentados uno al lado del otro platicando entre susurros sobre el trabajo y al siguiente te movías de tu asiento para sentarte a horcajadas sobre su regazo, restregando tu coño vestido sobre su pene casi erecto de la forma correcta para animarlo y crear placer con la fricción.

— Tan lindo, mi dulce, dulce Dwight. ¿Serás mi dulce chico? .- Deberías ser amable, era suficiente con haber saltado sobre él y ahora burlarte, pero pensaste que podías darte algo de holgura, si la mirada extasiada en su rostro era algo por el que pasar él no tenía ningún problema. — ¿Dwight?

— S-Si.- Si antes creías que el sonrojo en su rostro cada que lo tocabas era algo, el rubor que empezaba a cubrir su cara en este momento le hacía competencia, haciéndote preguntar como aún podía excitarse con tanta sangre yendo a sus mejillas y cuello.

— ¿Sí qué, cariño? Usa tus palabras para mi.- Y aun así, sabías que podías empujar un poco más.

— ¡S-Sí seré tu dulce chico, señorx!.- Una pequeña risa salió entre los pequeños gemidos producidos por el encuentro de su miembro ya erecto contra tu clítoris vestido.

Sabías que debías preguntar, pero podrías disculparte más adelante. Te levantaste de donde te encontrabas a pesar del pequeño quejido de su parte por la separación y con una sonrisa en tu rostro lo tomaste de la mano y lo guiaste a tu habitación. Con pasos tropezantes y besos descuidados entre los dos

Desvestirse mutuamente no fue difícil, convencer a Dwight con halagos y palabras amorosas parecía hacer un excelente trabajo y ordenarle que fuera quien te desvistiera parecía animarlo mucho más. La vista ante ti era maravillosa, no podrías decir que Dwight era musculoso, pero su complextura delgada y el llamativo tamaño de su pene, que no concordaba con la imagen nerviosa del chico era un sueño en vida. Querías arrodillarte y tragarlo hasta ahogarte, pero eso podría esperar.

Mientras tanto, la mirada maravillada con la que recorría tu cuerpo y se detenía sobre tus pechos y tu coño te hacía sentir con más fuerza el calor formándose en tu estómago, sus manos errantes apretando cada uno de tus pechos, sacando suaves gemidos de ti al jugar con tus pezones puntiagudos y como seguía su recorrido apretando parches de piel en tu estómago, caderas y volviendo hacia tu cuello para vacilantemente acercarte para besarte suavemente. La sensación de sus manos sobre ti era exquisita, pero concentrandote en el presente, no dudaste en arrullar abiertamente por la reverencia con la que tocaba cada parte de ti y la delicadeza con la que te recosto sobre tu cama era adorable, pero aun así…

— Cariño…

La rapidez con la que se centró en ti era emocionante, su mirada llena de deseo y un gesto que indicaba que estaba listo para escuchar cada cosa que le dijeras y posiblemente hacer lo que le pidieras, te hacía sentir tan plenx y en control. Sabías que Dwight sería fácil de dominar y aun así creías que habría un poco de duda al avanzar, pero no esperabas que respondiera a ti de forma tan rápida.

— ¿Por qué no llevas esas dulces manos a otro lado?

— ¿Q-Qué lado?

En vez de una respuesta verbal, no dudaste en acomodarte un poco más arriba y sentadx ante él para poder abrir tus piernas, acomodandolo entre ellas y con apoyo de tu mano, darle una vista directa a tu coño completamente húmedo de pensar en él. No sabías si sus ojos podrían abrirse más ante el asombro, pero estaba haciendo maravillas para tu ego y tu excitación.

— ¿Ves esto?.- Preguntas pasando tentativamente tus dedos por tus pliegues, jugando con tu clítoris provocándote y abriendo tu coño para darle una vista perfecta a tu abertura. — Esto es por ti y quiero que te encargues de ello, ¿podrías?

— Si, señorx.

No pasaste por alto que el tartamudeo ya no se encontraba y aunque te encantaría burlarte un poco de ello, no te dio el tiempo suficiente antes de sentir su boca sobre ti. Era demasiado bueno, no es que creyeras que fuera malo, pero la forma en la que te comía era maravillosa.

Y no dudaste en hacérselo saber al no ocultar los ruidos que salían de ti, tus gemidos iban en aumento con cada lamida sobre tus pliegues, la impetu con la que su lengua lamia de cada parte disponible de tu coño y el cómo se detendría a chupar tu pequeño botón con fuerza.

Tan cocentradx que no notaste su mano errantes hasta que introdujo dos de sus dedos en ti, estabas tan humedx que se introdujeron con facilidad y aun así un largo gemido salio de ti ante la intrusión y la facilidad con la que dio con ese punto en ti, Animado por tus sonidos siguió con sus movimientos, dejando que sus dedos entraran y salieran de ti, abriéndose en forma de tijera dentro tuyo, golpeando con la fuerza perfecta tu punto g.

— C-Cariño, Dios, ¡Dwight!…

Un poco desconcertado pero obediente, se separó lo suficiente para verte a los ojos directamente. La vista ante ti era mucho más que excitante haciéndote apretar tus paredes vaginales ante la nada. El siempre nervioso y manso Dwight se veía tan libertino y todo era causa tuya. Sus lentes se encontraban torcidos, la mitad de su rostro se encontraba manchada por tus jugos, su cabello despeinado por tus manos errantes y sus ojos completamente oscuros por la lujuria, todo gracias a ti.

— Te necesito en mi.

— ¿En ti?

— Si, dulce chico, te necesito dentro de mi.

Y como esperabas, la mirada perdida y mortificada en su rostro no se hizo esperar. Sin burlas, pero con una pequeña sonrisa en tu rostro no dudaste en arrastrarlo a tu lado y poniendo algo de presión sobre su pecho para empujarlo, lo hiciste recostarse boca arriba. La mirada llena de adoración en su rostro, su respiración dificultosa y su pene erecto por ti no le hacía justicia a tus fantasías más salvajes.

— ¿Permite que tu señorx se encargue, si?

Con su pequeño asentimiento no dudaste en posicionarse sobre él. Sentadx justo por encima de su miembro, no dudaste en bajar para colocar su pene entre tus pliegues para balancearte de adelante y así atrás con suavidad. No ocupaban más preparación o juegos previos, pero te encantaba verlo convertirse en masilla debajo tuyo, su rostro contorsionado por el placer y tratando de acallar sus gemidos.

— Puedes hacer los sonidos que quieras, dulce, deja que tu señorx te escuche.

Casi podrías imaginar el puchero en su rostro al momento de negar con la cabeza y con una pequeña risita tomaste su miembro en una de tus manos y lo guiaste directamente a tu entrada. Siendo cuidadosx fuiste bajando y bajando hasta tocar fondo con el sonido de tus gemidos y por fin de los suyos.

— No era tan difícil, ¿verdad?

Listo para responder, no dudaste en interrumpirlo al empezar a moverte. Al principio te movimientos de adelante hacia atrás, queriendo disfrutar la sensación de él dentro de ti llenándote perfectamente y tocando los lugares correctos. Permitiéndole también disfrutar de la sensación de tus paredes abrazando su pene, como la presión en tu interior iba en aumento con cada movimiento, y la sensación de su pene bien podría quedar marcado en ti.

Y aún así con el placer nublando el juicio de ambos, cuidadosamente empezaste a saltar arriba y abajo sobre su miembro, permitiéndole entrar y salir de ti, a veces solo dejando la punta dentro tuyo antes de bajar todo el camino hasta la base golpeando tu cuello uterino. Conforme sus gemidos y gruñidos aumentaban, lo hacía la velocidad de tus saltos y a la par que él empujaba para que sus embestidas se encontrarán con tus movimientos.

En el momento que sentiste la punta roma de su miembro golpear nuevamente en ese punto no dudaste en inclinarte para acercar tu rostro al suyo para golpear tus labios sobre los de él. El beso no fue amoroso ni cuidadoso, fue tan sucio como los actos que estaban realizando, lleno de dientes, saliva y lengua.

Podías sentir las pequeñas palpitaciones de su miembro dentro de ti a la par que tus paredes se apretaban a su alrededor anunciando el orgasmo de ambos. Separando sus labios, volviste a erguirte sobre él para recargar tus manos sobre su pecho para poder mantenerte derechx en tu posición.

— Vamos, dulce chico, hagámoslo juntos, si?

Quizás era vergüenza por cómo podría salir su voz o si era demasiado sensible, pero solo lo viste asentir repetidamente hasta sentir como el arrebatamiento de su orgasmo. El placer abrazando todo tu cuerpo y su semen pintando tu interior de blanco se sentía como el cielo, quisieras nunca dejar de sentirlo.

No sabías cuánto tiempo estuvieron en ese estado, pero de un momento a otro los dos estaban acostados con sus cabezas sobre tus almohadas. Dwight encima tuyo y abrazado a ti con fuerza, sabías lo que necesitaba, la seguridad y el cuidado después de algo así. No dudaste en dárselo correspondiendo su abrazo con la misma fuerza y cariño, pasando tus manos con suavidad por su cuerpo para poder relajar sus extremidades.

— Lo hiciste tan bien, dulce chico, tan bueno para mi.

— Solo para ti, señorx.

Sabías que tendrían que hablar después de esto, pero no había duda en ti que no lo dejarías ir, como él parecía listo para estar dedicado completamente a ti.

[fishyvamp]

This is so self indulgent but I think it'd be a little funny if the killers were handed a survivor who sometimes just straight up wouldn't even try to run due to their joint pain

Evan: What are you doing?

"Just shove me on a hook I'm begging you. I'm not running in this condition" they say, face down on the ground.

"What condition?"

"Everything hurts :("

It's not like I could die from fire so I think I'd just lay on hot coals at some point

Ghostface: One of those days huh?

"hopital..."

Trapper has no idea what to do, he prefers it when you're running and fighting back. So he sees you on the floor picks you up and places you on a nearby dirty mattress, " 'm not without 'eart." He grumbled walking away to handle the others. Why in the Entity's realm she thought having your pain stay was fair is beyond him. He walks you to the hatch when the match is done telling you to go to Claudette straight away, the botanist might know something to help.

He'll get annoyed when if you come find him between trials. He's supposed to put up an act being, the leader of the killers and all that. Don't you have something better to do. Then hassle him. Secretly though he enjoys just carrying you around while he works outside the trials. Enjoys taking care of someone else. It's been so long since he has taken care of someone. Just don't get upset when he pretends to try and chase you off.

(self indulgent Ghost face stuff || NSFW 18+ MDNI || also AFAB!Reader clit, folds, cunt, wet hole used)

Ghostface remember's a long time ago when a coworker of his just casually mentioned that an orgasm a day keeps the pain away. Something about endorphins being really good for joint pain or whatever. He's had his eye on you for a while so seeing you on the ground in pain begging to be hooked? He has a better idea puts you on an arm chair in the house throws your legs over his shoulder and goes to town.

His surprisingly long tongue dipping in your folds lapping at the delicious slick you are making. His thumb stroking your sensitive bud as he works his way to giving you a proper release. You feel everything, underneath that mask he's got some stubble the roughness adding to the stimulation as he drinks in your dizzying scent. "Feelin' good baby?" He asks breathing into your delicious cunt his tongue licking a stripe up your sex as he sticks a gloved finger inside you slowly and agonizingly curling inside you while he spells his name out with his tongue enjoying the way you buck every time he clicks your clit.

Ghostface can't stand how far you are away from, yanking your hips closer so you're practically sitting on his shoulders, a second finger entering and stretching as he feels around inside brushing and pressing up against your G-spot. He is painfully hard his cock straining against the front of his pants. He needs to draw a couple of sweet noisy releases out of you before he'll even consider it. He hungry and aggressive as he fingers you enjoys the way you clench around his fingers when gets it just right. "Come on lil' bunny, give in. Cum for your killer." He hums purring as he feels your body tense back arching as you open your to scream in orgasm. He just continues prolonging the feeling for you as you just let him.

Ghostface only stops for a moment when he sees you relax letting you catch your breath. You look a lot better, but he needs to make sure you're properly fucked out. Making sure to repeat the process 3 or 4 times just enjoying the way you melt and gush for him. His face just soaked in you, fuck if that doesn't get him creaming knowing everyone will know he made you come undone.

[destinationtrekk]

Soon-to-be-father Wesker is so adorable so i need pregnant reader x Wesker headcanons 😭✨

ovulating = baby fever = wesker when is it my turn PLEASE

afab!reader, mentions of smut, almost 1k words of baby-obsessed wesker (holy shit trekk)

okay so first of all, i don't think this was planned. accidents happen. wesker by no means intended to bring children into this awful world esp considering the fact that he had no parental figures in his own childhood. what use would he possibly have for a baby

that being said- wesker is amazing with children. he doesn't know why or how but seeing a baby cry makes him wince and he needs to make them stop asap. this, of course, is insanely attractive to you. it's probably how this whole baby thing started in the first place

it's not a breeding kink, per se, but y'all fucked like rabbits for a week straight because you just needed him. wesker went along with it because, well yeah if his darling partner wants something who is he to say no. so a month or so later when you realize you've most definitely missed your period - the panic begins

you take test after test and only confide in your closest friend, who is actually excited for you! besides the fact that no one understands your mysterious, stoic, kind of off-putting partner, they don't understand your hesitation. no one knows wesker like you do, and even you don't know how he's going to react.

when you finally grow a pair and show him the tests, explaining what's going on, he reacts badly. he's not mad, or upset, or even rude. he just kind of blanks and retreats to his office for a few hours with very few words. you, of course, assume this means he's leaving you and panic until he finally comes back out. he's shocked to find you in a worse state than him, and sets to righting this immediately.

he holds you and tells you he loves you, that this isn't bad, everything is okay. he's not mad, he's just surprised, but he loves you. the two of you will figure everything out together, and that's the end of it. it still takes him a few more days to wrap his head around it fully, but once he does. oh boy.

he immediately sets to planning and buying things and rearranging his entire work schedule for the next year. you don't really know how or why he's able to do this, or really what he even does outside of "virology" and his insane umbrella/stars/organization/whatever the fuck history he explained to you, but it's nice to see him so dedicated, even if you won't even be showing for a while yet

once things move along, however, he just gets worse. not bad worse, just insanely protective. it's a little overbearing, the way he goes with you almost everywhere outside the house, doing any sort of labor for you ("al, i can reach that shelf, it's fine-" "no! let me help, you shouldn't strain yoursel- i said no!!")

he lets you handle organizing the nursery and brainstorm names (though he has some very strong opinions on what names not to use), but he handles all the medical aspects. most things he can do himself, like basic check ups and deciding what vitamins you need, figuring out what your symptoms mean, but other things he actually doesn't trust himself to do and sends you to the best doctors money can buy.

he's terrified of hurting you. the first time you asked to have sex after your bump grew, he looked at you horrified like you had just asked him to blow up his lab. he was terrified that he would somehow hurt you, or crush the baby, or somehow manage to crush you AND the baby, and you had to reassure him multiple times that he had fucked you much rougher, many more times, than he would be doing with you pregnant, and that you and baby would be okay.

of course he won't be anything more than extremely loving and gentle with you your entire pregnancy. even when your hormones kick in big time and you're begging him for it at least twice a day, he still takes his time and coos and kisses you while you wring him dry.

once you get close to your due date, he helicopters you. big time. you aren't allowed out of his sight, except for the rare moments you beg him for personal space, in which case he doesn't go further than a room away from you. the closer it gets to that nervewracking day, the more anxious and paranoid he becomes.

despite reassuring him that he's been wonderful so far and you adore him, no matter what, he's still convinced he's going to fuck everything up and ruin this perfect life you've created for him. the parental guilt and existential crisis hit him big time, and it takes a lot to get him out of it.

when the baby finally comes, he holds your hand through your entire labor, literally not taking his eyes off of you until the baby is safely in your arms. he's definitely in the way of the doctor and nurses, but they know his name, and wouldn't dare cross him on a day like this.

baby comes home, and he's just as bad as before. keeps his eyes on both of you constantly, doing every single chore in the house until you force him to relax and rest a few days in. he hardly lets the big lay down, for christ's sake, paranoid that if he goes more than an hour without laying eyes on his treasure they'll disappear forever.

wesker will be an amazing dad, minus a few hiccups. he's caring, gentle, loving, and absolutely dedicated with his heart to take care of his family. he's also anxious, and snappy, and overbearing, which you know will just take time for him to settle.

in total, this is the best year of his life, and he is utterly besotted with his loving spouse and baby. he'll never be able to repay you for the blissful life you've given him

[weskie]

What You Deserve (Albert Wesker x amab!Reader)

18+ | 2700 words, salacious use of tentacles, post re5 wesker, one of those things that was meant to be sweet but became nasty, afab!reader version here | Fic Directory

You've taken such good care of him. Isn't it time he rewards you? Be careful though. Some things are still a little… new.

You were something else.  Frankly you always have been, but now more than ever.

 Despite waves of self loathing and rampant depression of which he would never confess, Wesker’s recovery has been as smooth as you could make it.  Pain medication kept most of the lingering aches away and Uroboros had ensured he lived to see another day.  Other than a weakened body riddled with scar tissue from his little dunk in the fires of the Earth, he couldn’t complain terribly much.

Even after his fusion with Uroboros, Wesker was still a mere man unable to escape the more… basic urges.  He’s always considered arousal to be like an itch.  Sure he could scratch it, but he could also ignore it and let it go away.  He often chose the latter, but, with little else to occupy him besides literature or your company, such a choice became significantly more difficult.

You notice his state quickly, though you say nothing of the tented blanket that only seems to continue rising the more he tries to ignore it.  You simply take his hand and squeeze, occupied with your laptop while Wesker rereads the same line of his book over and over again in a poor attempt to settle down.  When he tips his head back against the mountain of pillows he’s propped against, you give him a knowing look.

“Want some help?”  You ask, thumb brushing against his knuckles.

Does he?  He did go waist deep in lava. Thus far, it had seemed Uroboros took care to heal his nerves in all other places, and he’s never noticed a lack of sensation in the times where he’s had to touch himself to bathe, but what if he can’t feel enough to… perform well for you?  Was it even the full act of sex that you were offering or simply assistance in relieving him?

Perhaps the uncertainty was written across his face because you turn to face him, hand rising to stroke his cheek and trail into his unstyled hair.  Your touch spurs another aching pulse between his legs.  “Only if you want to,” you say sweetly. 

He pretends to consider your offer, but his answer was yes the very moment you spoke.  The second your thumb brushes his lip, he’s tugging you onto his lap.  He swallows your protests with ease, groaning weakly into the kiss.  Wesker knows you’re afraid to put your weight down on him, still so worried about agitating his aches and pains.  He has half a mind to grip your hips and help you grind against him, but you’re taking charge before he can.

“Let me,” you murmur, lips trailing down his neck.  You halt at the collar of his sleep shirt, moving away only to help him pull it over his head.  Your hands land on his sides, smoothing up and down slowly, stroking reverently at the juxtaposition of softness and patches of scarring.  Each motion brings you closer and closer to his chest until you’re kneading his pectorals, thumbs brushing against rosy buds in such a way that leaves him panting.

It really has been a while… the throb of his cock confirms it.  He has half a mind to just tear at your clothes and rush you to take him, but you seem to sense his impatience just as easily as you’d noticed his need.  “M’gonna take care of you,” you whisper sweetly, palms coaxing him to rest fully against the pillows. “You deserve it.” You slip so easily down his body, blanket falling away to reveal black boxer briefs that have clearly garnered a little wet spot from such light teasing.  “Just relax.  Shut your eyes, sweetheart.”

He does as you say, releasing a shuddering breath in anticipation for what’s to come.  It turns to a gasp the second your tongue laves the dip of his hips.  Your hands steady him with gentle pressure, shirking their duty when you decide to skim your nails over ticklish flesh and wring a breathy giggle from him.

He can feel your smile as you kiss further down, sensation dulling when your peppered love finds its way to the band of his underwear, renewing once more when you peck sweetly at his inner thighs.  Wesker’s hips seek you of their own accord and he’s lucky enough to feel at least one press of your lips to his covered length before you make your way back up.  He practically bucks into your grasp when you take hold of him. 

“Seems like everything's in working order,” you coo playfully in his ear.  

Wesker finds his lower lip to gnaw on while you stroke him slowly.  His hands paw at your clothes, eagerly trying to expose you.  His eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide around distorted hues of red and blue still vying for dominance over one another.  He’s just about got your shirt off when that hand of yours dives beneath his waistband, milking the most humiliating whine from him imaginable.

What's wrong with him? Why is he so… desperate? 

His hands leave you to shimmy out of his underwear, hissing at the cool air and the mere sight of your hand around his weeping cock.  He turns back to you, keening into a kiss as he tries once more to tug at your clothes.  He hoists your leg over his hip, palm smoothing to take a greedy handful of your rear, playing with your flesh as you’d done with him.  Everything about you is bliss itself, from your slow, torturous strokes to his cock to the slide of your tongue against his.  You should be bare against him, skin to skin, letting him feel every inch of you. He needs it. He needs you. 

Suddenly, a humming laugh escapes you, reverberating against his tongue before you break away.  “Again, huh?”  You breathe.  

Again… yes. 

Once more, tendrils have wound their way around you to do his bidding, but this time for more… salacious reasons.  Each one wriggles under your clothes in some way or another.  You aid them in their quest to strip you, tugging your shirt and pants away with ease while the masses slither just as eagerly as his hands explore.

It’s so cute how you squirm for him.  It’s as if the tables have been turned oh so perfectly, leaving you just as red in the face as you’d made him.  He may not have his full strength yet, but this?  This more than makes up for it.  One tentacle coils at your waist, holding you perfectly in place as the others find themselves far more… occupied.  Your giggles turn to breathy moans, each one sung perfectly for him.  You’re like an instrument only he can play, your pleasure a melody only he can create.

“W-Wo– Ah!”  You gasp, head lolling to the side the very second one of those slimy appendages creeps between your legs.  Your first instinct is to clench your thighs together, though you don’t get very far with having been straddling him. The tip of it ghosts over the length of your cock, making you buck and whine.  “Al!” 

Tantalizing was… not a strong enough word for the sight before him.  These appendages have always carried a degree of wetness, some leaky black ooze that only ever left a small mess, but now?  Oh, now they leave clear glistening trails along your flesh that make his cock utterly ache.  It’s as if he’s painting you with his own arousal, picture perfect and drenched in his love just like you should be.  The tentacles trail over where he wants to see you marked most: your chest, your neck… all the way down to your twitching shaft. 

“Al, I–” You try, but you’re whimpering as more slithering lengths join in to curl around your thighs.  He didn’t even have to lift a finger…  There’s so many things he could do with you.  He could lift you, surely, to his face.  Slide his tongue that’s been so starved for you from base to tip and wrap his lips around the head of you, suckling away at your dribbles of arousal.   Or he could lower you onto his cock right now.  Forget effort; you wouldn’t have to do a thing.  He could simply maneuver you accordingly, bounce you up and down with their grip on your body until you were both fucked senseless.  Or…

Wesker’s chest rises and falls with each open mouthed breath, watching with wide eyes as three smaller tendrils approach your hole.  You squirm, but you show no sign for him to stop even as they alternate swiping along your opening.

“I-I thought– mm!”  You try, words as shaky as your trembling body. “T-Thought I was gonna t-take care of you instead…”  

“You are…” he breathes, utterly hypnotized as more tentacles join the fray and suddenly, without warning, you’re spread completely for him, slithering lengths taking your legs while smaller ones find their way to your rear, baring your hole to him.  You’ve been put on exhibit, and oh… how you writhe and keen under his sopping touches.  All Wesker can do is simply lie there, cock torturously hard at the sight of you like this.  He dares not touch himself; he dares not even imagine it lest one of those lengths creep to coil around it to satisfy the urge.

“A-Albert– ngh!”  Every cry you make fuels whatever hidden desires lurk below the surface of his mind.  Nothing in the world could’ve prepared him for the sight of an extra thick tentacle slinking along your leg, coiling up and up until it presses at your entrance.  “O-Oh my god!”  You mewl, head falling back.  “I don’t– I don’t think I can– that’s too big… Al, I don’t think I can– Ah!”

Exhilaration runs down his spine as though every nerve in his body fired at once.  Watching it press into you, seeing every ounce of slick drip from its effort to wriggle inside as you keen and mewl and cry out his name over and over again as if to pray to him…  Wesker licks his lips, panting heavily, fighting to keep control despite that knot in his gut threatening to give at any moment.  His fists bite into the sheets, threads popping as they give way to his strength.  

“O-Oh g-god,” you sob, barely audible over wet squelches.  “P-Please… Al, p-please!”

“I…” he tries, but he has no words.  Nothing in the world could possibly explain this– why it was happening, why he was allowing it, why… why he fucking loves it.  

But he does know why, deep down.  Past that layer of perfect prudence and discipline lies the truth.  You deserve this.  You deserve every ounce of pleasure he can stuff into you.  For all that you’ve done for him… you deserve everything. 

You cry out over and over again as the thickness fucks in and out of you, slick drizzling from your ass onto the bed.  It soaks his hips and cock, oozing off to coat the sheets and surely seep down into what was now a ruined mattress.  But he doesn’t care.  Not one bit.

The tentacles wriggle all over you, slithering and rubbing against tender flesh, restraining the intense trembling of your legs as you dangle helplessly.  He can practically hear it hitting the depths of you, each noisy, wet thrust coupled with your sweet songs a promise of your never ending pleasure.  And oh… you deserve it.  You deserve all that he can possibly give you.  You were there for everything.  The good, the bad, the horrifying…  Every part of him is yours, which means you get this, too.  

The first time you cry out his name is perfection in and of itself.   You come undone so beautifully, cock spurting your release onto his chest.  He has to grasp himself and squeeze the base damn near to the point of pain just to keep from blowing his load right then and there.  Watching you practically seize in his slithery grasp, hearing you gag and gurgle on one that had slipped between your lips, knowing you’re so fucked out of your mind that you could do little else than suckle its length as if it were his cock… 

Even then, it’s like he can feel it.  The sensation is dull, but it is there.  Your lazy tongue, the clench of your throat, the warmth of your breath, the throbbing quiver of your walls– it’s all fucking there, and it’s all for him.  You belong to him.  You’ve shown him so many times, over and over again that he has you, heart, mind, body, and soul.

“That’s it, dearheart…” he coos, shaky voice barely more than a murmur.  “You’re– you’re doing so perfect… You’re taking me so well.”

He feels you clench up again, walls trembling as you approach your next release.  You always did like when he’d purr such things in your ear.  It warms his heart in the strangest way to see it work just the same now.  

“O-One more for me.”  Wesker rasps brokenly, heavy breaths leaving him as he watches with an unyielding gaze.  He will not miss a second of this.  “It feels good, doesn’t it…? I can feel it too.”  He wants nothing more than to hear you come undone for him once more.  As if understanding his thoughts, the appendage in your mouth slips free, prompting you to gasp and choke desperately for air.  

You moan nonstop as if it were the only sound left that you could make.  It’s like you’ve been robbed entirely of higher thought and fell into a mindless state, one that could only comprehend the thickness ramming in and out of your hole.  Your sweet noises pitch up more and more with every passing second, signaling your next climax is near.

Wesker wills the tentacles to tilt you upright, the big one still fucking into you despite the position shift, and you whine weakly at the change.  “Come for me, my sweet.” He commands, rising from his position to cup your cheeks between his hands.  As if fully understanding his order, you do exactly that, falling apart with a breathless scream cut off by the thick length slipping from your ass while the others force you down onto his cock.  “Oh, god!”  He roars, face falling into the crook of your neck to muffle his own cries as his release hits him like a lightning bolt, coating your ooze slicked walls with his seed in heavy spurts.  

Albert’s eyes are clenched shut, but he swears his vision has gone white.  There’s nothing.  Nothing at all is left in this world except for your limp form in his hold and the heat of your flesh between his teeth.  Even when the oxygen in his lungs has gone stale, he still forgets to breathe.  It’s your trembling fingers curling at his nape that remind him he’s even still alive.

The two of you remain like that for some time, long enough that his legs go stiff and each slithering length once wrapped around your body retreats back into him.  You’re both covered in ooze, but he can’t find it in himself to care.  Not yet, at least.

You’re limp in his grasp, but he can tell you’re awake from the occasional scritch to the base of his neck or breath fanning against his skin.

“I… apologize.” He eventually murmurs.  It’s all he can think to say.  Certainly, you both would be having quite the conversation about this eventually.  But, for now, this much is due.  “For… having lost control.”  It isn’t even an exaggeration.  At some point, all thought went out the door.  There was only the two of you and every salacious desire he couldn’t suppress. 

He needs to become better at that.  

“Mm,” you hum weakly, fingers threading through his hair the way they always do in the afterglow.  “You’re full of surprises…”  There’s a hint of amusement in your voice.  That good natured softness with which you’ve always treated him.  “We gotta… mm, when my legs work again… it’s shower time.”

He couldn’t agree more.  For now though, he means to simply hold you, still buried within your heat.  You feel like home.  What luck to have found you…

And what bliss to know you’ll stay.

[diejager]

Blood on your feet and hand

Cw: NSFW - SMUT, public sex, foot fetish, hand fetish, blood and gore, soft sex, unsafe sex, creampie, pregnancy kink? Petname (bunny, bun), murder.

Wc: 1.8k

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When Ghostface first approached you with the surprise of trying something new, to let him test out a little idea that crossed his mind - or so he said. He wanted to scratch an itch that had been plaguing his mind like that half-dead mummy wrapped in toilet paper and gold, but this one wasn't annoying or disgusting, he needed to try it out, to figure out why it bothered him so much.

You worked on your generator with a toolbox as Jake saved Laurie from the hook, having lost Jeff early on, the first few minutes of Ghostface's hunt. The rapid rush of everything happening around you seemed to be the result of Danny's thrill and excitement for your surprise, stalking with impeccable stealth and downing survivor after survivor within his Night Shroud. Everyone, except you, was down to their last chance, being saved once by you and another by the other. Danny was ruthless in his hunt, he took you down once, wanting to see blood ooze from the gash he made on your back, having it paint your skin and clothes for when he moved with his plan.

Generators kept exploding or being locked by The Entity, She seemed to feel Ghostface's excitement and knew what he had in mind, wanting to help. Clawed hooks nicked your sleeves, insectoid legs locking the gens and blocking you from getting any progress done before they were lost. You had restarted the same machine thrice over after having it explode in your face and escaped Ghostface that ran towards you with adrenaline-pumped blood.

He had a high tendency of getting his hands dirty, wanting to cover the clear skin on your body like an artist painted his canvas, with ardor and ambition. He made you dance and scurry around him while he slashed, leaving shallow wounds to bleed until someone helped you heal.

A scream pierced the silence of the wood, followed by the explosion that resulted in The Entity taking them away. Then a scream was wrenched from Jake's throat, a low, pained groan as he was taken through the dark clouds by Her hands. Utter silence reigned over the map, wind wailing through the branches and open windows used to vault. Your body was on guard, muscles tight with anticipation and slight trepidation, and eyes whipping back and forth for a glimpse of his white mask and dark grey attire.

"Looking for me, bunny?" a raspy modulated voice spooked you.

You flinched as strong arms wrapped around you, locking your back to his chest, cool and blood-soaked. You struggled, knowing he loved the thrill of a chase, that he'd either go harder or be softer depending on his mood.

"You're playing with fire, bun."

You could hear the dark undertone of lust and want hidden in his threat, the hardness that poked your ass told you much more than his words did. He stepped forward, one foot at a time as he guided you to the barn and placed you over the dropped palette, facing his screaming mask.

"Is this about the surprise, Danny?" your voice sounded so weak, a step between shy and whiny when you peered up at him, hands in between his gloved ones.

He hummed, head tilting left in a feline-like manner, cunningly handsome.

"Take my gloves off."

As he ordered, you slowly peeled his gloves off, fingers touching the hardened callouses on his digits. You felt the rough scars of his time spent wielding the knife, over the lines of old wounds from the sharp edge of his trusty weapon. His hand grasped yours, stopping you from admiring him. Reaching for his mask, he pulled his hood down and tilted his mask up, letting you glaze over his piercing, hazel eyes under his dark brows (the dye went away a few weeks into the realm, giving him back his natural, dark brown hair), a sharp nose, full lips pulled into a soft smirk and stubbled jaw.

Your eyes followed his hand, slowly cupping you in his palm and bringing it to his warm lips, kissing the extremities of your fingers with adoration. He trailed down to your open palm and gave you a long and slow lick, from your wrist to the end of your fingers and brought your middle and index into his warm mouth.

Your surprised gasp spurred him on, and the twitch of your pink and clenching thighs urged his other hand to travel down your navel. His eyes gleamed, keeping them on you as he pulled your shoes and your pants off, leaving you bare with your panties facing him. You breathed harshly, feeling how soaked you were from his dilated pupils while he placed messy kisses down your inner thigh to your ankle.

He cupped the foot he was kissing and laced his fingers with the toes from your other foot, tongue going through the crack between your toes with surprising skill. You hadn't expected this to be the idea he had, that itch he wanted to scratch so bad; whether it was disgusting or unhygienic left your mind when he sucked on the curved pad of your foot, feeling a ticklish tingle spring up your leg and striking your tightening core.

His hums sent vibrations through your limb, thumb massaging your other foot lazily, seemingly free of any thought but your presence, squirming in his grasp and gasping his name.

"Love your fingers- they're so small, so clean, so fuckin' innocent, bun. I want to see them soaked in blood," he groaned, precum staining his briefs at the image of your hands and feet stained with his - your - victims. "I bet you could hold a knife in your foot, huh? Gonna step on someone's open wound and let it soak your toes."

You whimpered at his murderous wishes, still watching him move your limbs limply like a puppeteer playing with his strung doll, the smoldering breaths that hit your covered core, teasing you with his tongue and nimble digits touching your legs.

"Please."

Your moan was breathy, filled with need and want, enough for Ghostface to stop his worshiping. Your panties were off in seconds, cunt stuffed with two fingers, pumping at the beat of your panting pleas. The map seemingly shrunk around you, wrapping you in a world of silence with the only sounds being the wet squelch from his quick curls and pumps, your moans, and Danny's encouraging words.

You spammed around him, his lips swallowing your cries as you coated his hand with slick, legs clenching around his neck. He helped you ride out your climax before he pushed you down, unclasping his belts and shedding his pants in a frenzied hurry to fill you.

He entered with a grunt, eyes closed in the pleasure of your tight - although he stretched you out, you always stayed tight around his girth - and moist walls that hugged him snugly.

"Tight and warm, bun," he mumbled, staring at you with a dark, yet loving gaze. "'M going to pump you full."

You keened at his words, body rocking back into his pounding hips, legs wrapped around his narrow waist. Through the thick haze of pleasure, you caught the way he stared at you as if you hung the moon and the stars above your heads, a contrast to the way he acted publically. He was callous and bloodthirsty, survivors looked at him with fear, disgust, and anger for his show of blood and murderous lust; but you couldn't share their view on the man that was holding you with so much care and love. He slashed and hurt you, maimed you at times, but never killed you, and he always sought you out after a trial, wishing to know how you were if the phantom pain still lingered and persisted under your skin, if you were treated well for surviving - the sole survivor of The Ghostface.

You wondered why he looked at you with so much adoration, you weren't perfect, you weren't in pristine condition, and you weren't special, yet he took so much care of your being. You've always wanted to ask him, question why he chose you, but all your thoughts were drowned by the force of his deep thrust, hip canting up to hit your g-spot with his leaky head.

He gazed at you from the corner of his eyes, head tilted to mouth at your palm, tongue lapping the skin between your fingers and sucking on them shamelessly. Although his lower half shifted so sharply, rocking his girthy cock into your squelching cunt, his torso stayed unmoving, left hand too preoccupied with holding your hand to his face, teeth, mouth, and tongue mapping every inch of your hand

"Your cunt's so tight, bunny," he groaned, feeling you clench around him when he bit into the meat part of your palm. "Your hands are so soft- fuck- I want to bite them, mark them, bloody them- can I, bunny?"

He sounded beautiful when he begged for you, to let him do things you knew were morbid or dangerous, the thrill and delight it brought you overshadowed your concerns; even though you knew it shouldn't, you couldn't stop yourself.

"Yes, please, yes."

Spurred by your words, his eyes closed as he bit your palm, sinking his teeth into your flesh with a deep moan, piercing the protective layer of skin and drinking your blood. Your squeal made him suck hard, wanting to smear his lips with the life-giving liquid in your body.

You felt so good, coming from just a single bite, wrenching him of his own orgasm with stuttering and erratic pumps. He pressed his lips harder into your hand as he groaned, thrusting deeper into you before he crashed down from his high, the head of his cock spurting cum. His whole body shook from the intensity, it was a new feeling, the strong rush that came over him from indulging his little curiosity - his little fetish would be a better word.

"Fuck- the things you do to me, bunny," he pressed your navel in marvel.

You mewled, feeling warmth filling you steadily, the pressure of his cock and cum made you look somewhat bloated, round with the potency of being knocked up if pregnancy was possible inside the realm. You heaved loudly, lungs soaking in the cool air that passed through your gape mouth and eyes rolled back.

The implication of Ghostface's desire added to your growing list, his addicting display with his mouth on your feet and hands had your mind in a hazed cloud. Your toes were still curled and your body tensed with unwinding tingles from his bite, teeth marking your palm and licking the red drops. His lips looked beautiful in crimson - your blood - and teeth sinfully sharp, you wondered why you questioned how he had you wrapped around his thumb. Breathtaking and adoring in the same, looking at you with wonder and you, him.

"Seems like you feel the same, huh? Letting me play with your feet and mark your hand, this stay, alright, bun? I want to see my teeth in your left-hand next time. "

[sourgummibears]

I wrote a short thing for the Trapper and Michael Myers on Ao3 👀

You guys should, like, totally go look at it *twirls hair or smth*

[toothbrushcentipede]

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𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕬 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊

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𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞𝖒𝖆𝖓

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊 (1976)

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𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕻𝖊𝖆𝖐

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𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖝 (2005)

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𝕷𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖍

𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕴𝖓 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖘

𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝕺𝖓 𝕰𝖑𝖒 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙

𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖊𝖉

𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒

𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖜 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖊

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖞 (2016)

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖞 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝕻𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖜

𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖔𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙

(𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘)

𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

𝕮𝖔𝖜𝖇𝖔𝖞 𝕭𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖕

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊

𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗

𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖐 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘

𝕱𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖙

𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝕴𝖓𝖚𝖞𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖆

𝕵𝖔𝖏𝖔’𝖘 𝕭𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊 𝕬𝖉𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊

𝕶 𝕺𝖓!

𝕶 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖏𝖊𝖈𝖙

𝕶𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖆 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘

𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎-𝕾𝖍𝖎

𝕹𝖆𝖓𝖆

𝕹𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖎

𝕺𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝕳𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕮𝖑𝖚𝖇

𝕻𝖔𝖐é𝖒𝖔𝖓

𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝕭𝖞 𝕽𝖔𝖈𝖐!!!

𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝕰𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗

𝕿𝖔 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕰𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞

𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖓

𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓

𝖄𝖚𝖐𝖎 𝖄𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝕴𝖘 𝕬 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔

(𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘)

𝕬𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖊:𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘

𝕬𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖆

𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖚𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖙𝖊 3

𝕭𝖆𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖆

𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊

𝕮𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕭𝖞 𝕯𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝕯𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞

𝕰𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖊

𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝕬𝖙 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖉𝖞’𝖘

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖙

𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖅𝖊𝖑𝖉𝖆

𝕷𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖔𝖕 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖜

𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒

𝕺𝖇𝖊𝖞 𝕸𝖊!

𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖙𝖆𝖕𝖊

𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕰𝖛𝖎𝖑

𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖑

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖂𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉

(𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘)

𝕹𝕻𝕮𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝕿𝖔𝖔

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘

𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖍

𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘 𝕽𝖚𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖎𝖔𝖙

[yeonzzzn]

I'm in a spooky vibe rn and I've been thinking about one of the enha members (hyung line) with a scream mask ( y'know from the movie sjshsj) about to m*rder reader but idk they get turned on and both got freaky 🫦

fffuuuuccccckkkk anon your brain is 😍 love this idea so much (fun fact scream is my favorite slasher movie and I even have a ghost face tattoo) I hope this is exactly what you’re looking for🤭 it’s funny because I also main ghost face in dead by daylight so when I saw this request I got SOOOO happy ~ I also made this a lot longer than I expected to but oops🤭🤭

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chill & kill: sim jaeyun

part one of chilling & killing 🔪 | spotify playlist

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 6.4k

You sit up on the couch, eyes widening as you grab the TV remote and turn up the volume. 

“The mysterious ghost face kill strikes again, killing two more college students in the library this morning. The bodies were discovered by…”

You quickly shot to your feet, grabbing your jacket and camera and slipping your feet into your boots tying them quickly as you slipped out your dorm door. 

You never were so happy to live on campus as you ran from the dorm building and across campus to the library. Students surrounded the main entrance and you pushed your way through finally seeing the inside of the library. 

“Hey!” a police officer yelled at you when you slipped under the caution tape, “You can’t be back here!” 

You eyed him, pulling out your student journaling ID, “I have every right to be here.” 

The officer tried to protest, but you kept your stride, making your way to the bodies ignoring the yelling officer behind you. 

The closer you got, the more the smell of blood filled your senses, making your skin crawl. Your journaling partner was already on the scene, standing at the edge of the other caution tape marking off the two bodies. 

You stood beside him, your heart sinking as you took in the bodies of the two females lying dead in front of you. They were just freshmen. Barely made it into college and fully started their lives. 

From what you could see, they were stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen. One of their necks was slit, and the other looked like they were stabbed through their throat. They suffered, for sure. 

“Who found them?” you asked him, taking your eyes off the dead bodies and turning to your partner. He had one arm crossed over his chest and gripped his elbow as his other arm was reached up and fingers gripping his chin. 

He slowly tilted his head to look at you, streaks of his black hair fell into his eyes, “Funny enough,” he sighs, “Sunghoon and myself.” 

You completely turned your whole body to him, “That’s why you’re here before me?! Jake, what happened?!” 

Jake chucked, “You're more worried that I was here before you?” you narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed again, completely wrapping his arms over his chest, looking back at the bodies. You could have sworn you saw a sparkle glint in his eyes. Jake has always been excited to be on the scene, same as you. But he enjoyed it a little bit more than you. He’ll make one damn good detective one day for sure, “Wanted to check out a book and saw the door already unlocked for the campus not even fully being opened yet. And that's when we found the bodies.” 

“Where is Sunghoon now?” you asked, looking around the library, spotting him with the librarian and being questioned by a detective. 

You went to walk over, to ask him questions, but Jake stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you towards him, his arm wrapping around over your chest, “Don’t question him, he’s really shaken up,” You wanted to protest, only for Jake to squeeze you tightly against him, your back pressing further into his chest, “Please, YN, he’s my best friend. I’ll take care of it. I promise.” 

You sigh and nod. Letting Jake take the lead with this one. 

But you still had a job to do. So you pulled out your camera, taking a few photos. Once you finished with the photos, you pulled your journal from your back pocket, asked Jake a few questions, and took his account down then turned back to the bodies and took your own notes. 

You circled the area, taking in every inch and piece of information you could. Jotting down everything in your little notebook. 

Jake kept his eyes on you, watching you do your thing. His eyes sparkled more the longer his eyes lingered on you. He eventually dropped his gaze and went back to looking at his best friend, watching as he sat at one of the tables, knees pressed to his chest and hands curled into his hair. The small smile Jake had fell at the sight of his best friend and—

“Jake!” You called for him, bringing his attention back to you, “I think I found something.” 

“Oh?” He walks over to you and kneels down on the floor beside you, your camera resting on your knees as you point your finger toward one of the dead girls, “What am I looking at honey?” 

You groaned and rolled your eyes, “Under her body, there’s a black glove,” you looked at Jake. His jaw clenched tightly, “The killer must have accidentally lost it, dropped it, or whatever. Maybe she fought them or something. I don’t know. But I want to figure it out.” 

You took a few close-up photos of the glove and turned back around to show Jake, noticing a scratch mark sliding down the left side of his neck. You hadn’t seen it before since you were standing on his right side, but it looked deep and irritated, “What happened there?” You reached up to touch it, but he grabbed your hand quickly and set it down at your side. 

“Hoon and I were wrestling earlier at our apartment and I hit the side of our entertainment center, I am fine.” 

You thinned your lips into a line, boys will be boys you guess. Their apartment was a lot smaller than the dorms on campus, they must have been fucking around at a good spot to have knocked Jake into their entertainment center. 

Eventually, the police shooed you and Jake off the scene. Forcing you two to head to the journaling office. You printed off the photos you took and made copies of your notes, passing them to Jake. 

You glanced at the clock, it was now ten thirty am and classes would be resuming like normal, so you and Jake went your separate ways. 

Jake was still new to being a journalist. You were a club of two, consisting of just you and another girl who helped write the articles for you while you took care of the rest. She wrote her own things, mostly on the sports or other small crimes that happen on campus, but with the ghost face killer making his rounds, you took up the role of this case with her helping on the side. At first, you took it all on yourself, but as the body count started piling up, you needed the help. So you let her help and put out an application for an extra set of hands, which Jake answered. 

You’ve seen him around campus before he joined you. Was born and raised in this town. Being the town's sweetheart and golden puppy boy. You did some research on him before allowing him into your club, can’t have the killer join you, right?

He was the captain of his soccer team in middle and high school. Has taken his school’s team to the championships multiple times and was the heartthrob of the school. He donated to charity when he could and volunteered at the police station on the weekends in hopes of landing a good detective job there after graduation. He was the whole definition of a straight-A good boy student. Perfect for your team. He became your partner and you taught him everything you knew. When Jake joined, the body count from this ghost face killer was only three. But with the two bodies that were found today, it was now at fifteen. 

In between your classes, you found yourself back at the club office, pinning the new photos to the corkboard in the back of the room, wrapping red string between the pushpins and possible suspects. After staring at the corkboard for what felt like hours, the other female club member came in and you helped her write the article. Give her your notes and advising as she writes. 

Jake popped in and out of the office as well, brainstorming with you about the suspects and the time of events that happened. You both spun in circles that led to nowhere. You ask Jake again about speaking to Sunghoon, and he shoots you down, “Give him some time. I’ll get the police report soon and it’ll help, I am sure.” 

A week has gone by since the murder in the library. You ended up shifting the corkboard from the office and into the corner of your kitchen, using the fluorescent light of the kitchen bulbs to light the board more. You leaned against the back of your couch, it being the furthest you could step away from the board. Biting at your nails as your eyes scanned every murder case. Every newspaper article and police report on the board. 

Nothing made sense. Nothing connected. Whoever this killer was, they were good. Covered their tracks without so much as a piece of hair at any scene of their crimes. Until the glove. 

You ran your hands into your long hair, scratching at the back of your head. You needed that police report that Jake still has yet to give you. Needed to speak to Sunghoon. There were missing pieces and those two things were important. You looked over to the clock above the kitchen sink. It was almost one thirty in the morning. But you still got up and slid into your sneakers, pulled your jacket on, and bounced out the door. 

Finding yourself in front of Jake and Sunghoon’s front door, knocking loudly. There was no answer. So you did the next best thing and called Jake’s cell phone. 

There was some shuffling on the other end of the door and a groan. The door opened and you find a half-awake Jake before you, his hair a mess and spreading in every direction, wearing a plain white tee shirt and a pair of black and blue checkered boxers, “YN,” he sleepily growled and then yawned, “It’s almost two am, what is it?” 

“Can I have the police report?” 

Jake blinked at you, “Huh?” 

You crossed your arms, “The police report. Can I have it?” 

Jake let out another yawn, “It’s at the school, in the office.” 

Of course, it was. And the campus is closed and if you get caught sneaking in just to get a piece of paper…You sigh, “Thanks anyway,” you softly say, and turn around to walk down the stairs but stop, “Can I talk to Sunghoon?”

Jake scoffs, leaning against the doorframe, “It’s almost two am,” he repeats, “Why are you out here so late? There’s a literal killer running around here.” 

You knew that. And still took that risk to come out here. The killer had to be a student at your college. Every murder had been college kids. It had to be another student. That’s what made being out here so dangerous. 

“I know,” you shrugged, “But I can’t stand by and do nothing.” 

Jake frowned, “You know you’re allowed to actually be a college student right? Live a normal life too?” you shrugged again, and he just scoffed again, “YN, go home and rest. Let the detectives with actual badges handle it. We can only do so much.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, “Let me speak to Sunghoon.” 

Jake stands his ground, “No. Go. Home. Before you get yourself killed.” 

You roll your eyes, “See you tomorrow then.” 

Jake mimicked your words and watched as you walked down the steps before walking back inside and going back to sleep. 

You didn’t understand why Jake was so against you speaking to Sunghoon. Maybe he was being protective? Sunghoon didn’t look the best after finding the bodies. He was probably so shaken up. But it only made you want to speak to him more. And that need only grew more when you noticed Sunghoon’s car wasn’t in its normal parking spot beside Jake’s. 

Meaning he wasn’t home. 

You’ve respected Jake’s wishes on not to talk to Sunghoon, but this matter was getting serious and Sunghoon just might be the big break you needed. So you quickly walked off the apartment complex, glancing back to make sure Jake was outside, and pulled your phone from your pocket as you kept walking and dialed a number. 

“Hello?” 

“Sunghoon, where are you right now?” 

—

You found him atop the bleachers of the soccer field just like he said he would be. A soccer ball sat between his feet, grass scuff marks were at the ends of his jeans, and sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows and sweat dripped down the side of his face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he came here to kick the ball around. Probably as a distraction. 

You sat down beside him, “How are you holding up?” 

Sunghoon scoffs, “Holding up as in a week ago I found two dead bodies in the middle of the library or holding up because I’ve been questioned left and right by everyone or my best friend/roommate has smothered me to stay home and take time.” 

You felt bad for him, mostly for what you’re about to ask him. He wanted to obviously forget what he saw, who could blame him? It takes special people to see a dead body and not be fazed by it. 

“I’m sorry for asking you to do this again…” 

Sunghoon just shrugs, “If I am being honest, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now.” 

You raised your brow, “Yeah?” 

He nodded, “Jake was against it,” he took a deep breath, “Something was off that day…with him.” 

“What do you mean?” You placed a hand on his knee, “You can tell me anything. Start with the beginning.” 

Sunghoon looked you in your eyes, then looked off into the distance at the field, “He told me that morning he was meeting our coach, for a one-on-one coaching session. At first, I didn’t think anything about it, being he was a soccer prodigy or whatever.” You nodded, remembering how much of the soccer star Jake was back in high school, “So you could probably understand my surprise when I got a call from our coach saying he tried to get ahold of Jake and then he confirmed with me that they did in fact not have a meeting that day.” 

You sat back against the bleacher seat behind you, staring off onto the field, letting the gears in your brain slowly turn, waiting for Sunghoon to continue. 

“I got scared, rushing out of the apartment and searching everywhere for him. Scared and thinking I was going to find my best friend murdered somewhere, ya know?” You understood, with this killer on the loose everyone was watching their backs and afraid. Who would be next? Who is next? “But I found him, lingering around the library building, digging through his soccer duffle bag. My heart almost stopped when I saw him…alive,” he took a deep breath, “So I confronted him, and he played it off that he did have a practice, but was with his coach from high school.” 

You looked back at him, to read his face. Seeing how pale his skin was becoming, “I believed him at first, thinking maybe I misheard that morning. So we started walking back, but he kept digging through the duffle bag, looking frantic. He wasn’t acting himself. Said something about needing to go to the library, about finding a book or something, and then took off. But I followed after him. I didn’t want to leave him alone, not with ghost face running around. But when I got to the library, I…couldn’t find him. I saw him go through the back door instead of the front. But once I walked in and noticed all the doors were already unlocked…then I found the bodies.” 

You squeezed his knee, “It’s okay.” 

He nodded, swallowing and looking down at the soccer ball, “I smelt the blood first and then noticed their bodies. And then…then there were footsteps behind me and I knew that I was next. But the library walked in through the front entrance and started screaming, her eyes darting to me, saying we did it. I turned around to see Jake standing behind me. His skin was pale and sweaty. Eyes wide as he stared back at me and then at the bodies and the librarian. He’s never been surprised to see the bodies. He’s been working with you for over half a year. So when I saw the look on his face…the surprise that was there.” 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon kept going, “The weirdest thing is his duffle bag was missing from his shoulder,” Sunghoon scoffs, “How did it just disappear.” It was a good question. A very good one. “He hasn’t been the same since then.” 

You tried to lighten the mood, “Maybe you knocked something loose in his head when the two of you wrestled the other day.” Sunghoon gave you a confused look, “You know? He said you two got too close to your TV stand and he got scuffed up by the edge of it. Making a scratch on his neck,” you pointed to the right side, tracing a finger down the side of your neck to mimic where Jake has his slowly fading scar now, “It’s right here.” 

Sunghoon raised a brow, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We haven’t wrestled inside the apartment.” Your smile faded. Sunghoon’s phone started vibrating and he pulled it from his pocket, seeing Jake’s caller ID on the screen, “Guess he noticed I wasn’t home.” Sunghoon locked his phone, ignoring the call, “I haven’t been telling him when I’ve left the apartment. So I better prepare myself with a talk when I get back.” He stood up and started walking down the bleachers, “Thank you for listening to me, I don’t want to suspect my best friend, and it probably isn’t even him. He’s just weird, I guess.” 

You watched as he disappeared before standing up and finally finding yourself back at your dorm and in bed. Replaying Sunghoon’s story over and over, trying to piece it all together. It still didn’t make sense. None of it did. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from texting Jake, asking him to meet you at your dorm as soon as he could tomorrow, and him responding he had soccer practice but would be here right after. 

—

“You should really keep your front door locked, YN, there’s a killer out there.” Jake teased you as he made himself at home, dropping his duffle bag into a chair at your kitchen table, his eyes going to the corkboard, “Make any progress yet?” 

You stared down at the duffle bag quickly before looking up at him, then back to the board, “No I haven’t. I left my door unlocked on purpose. Knew you’d be coming here.” 

Jake smiled at you and stood beside you at the back of your couch, looking at the board, “We’ll catch him, don’t worry honey.” 

You glanced at him slightly, your heart winced at the nickname he’d given you. You looked to his neck, seeing the scratch still healing but faded, being nothing more than a pink line. 

Jake looked down at you, giving a smile, “Can I freshen up in your bathroom? I bet I don’t smell the greatest from practice.” 

You scrunch your nose, “Yes, please. You smell.” 

Jake just rolls his eyes playfully and slides his hand up and down your back quickly before leaving your side, “I’m stealing your deodorant.” 

You waited until you saw him turn the corner and heard the bathroom door close and lock before slowly walking to his duffle bag. 

You didn’t want to suspect Jake anymore than Sunghoon did. But his story last night didn’t add up. No part of it did. Jake’s actions didn’t add up. Jake’s story he gave you didn’t match Sunghoon’s or the librarian's. None of the pieces were adding up no matter how much you tried to force the pieces together. 

You looked down the hallway, then back at the bag, and slowly unzipped it, your hand flying to your mouth quickly to stop any noise from coming out. You took a couple of deep breaths and continued looking into the bag. 

The police report you asked for along with the glove from the scene of the crime was in the bag in a ziplock bag. Along with the other matching glove and the ghost face mask and the black suit. You pulled the mask out of the bag with shaky hands. Why did Jake have these items? You knew. You knew why and still tried to find another explanation. But after seeing the contents of his bag…the pieces of the puzzle fit. Everything clicked and made sense. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to go through people’s things, honey?” before you could move, a knife was pressed to your neck and his other arm was wrapped around your waist, “I expected better from you than to snoop around.” 

Jake’s hot breath was hitting your ear, sending chills down your spine. Any doubts you had were now out the window. Jake is ghost face. Jake is the killer. 

“Keeping secrets is very rude too,” you retorted back, dropping the mask back into his bag, “But I figured you already knew that I found out, hint why you leave your bag so easily for me to look through.” 

Jake chuckles, squeezing his arm around you and pressing the knife further against your skin, “Can’t get anything past you, can I?” 

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head at the movement of him brushing the side of his face to yours. 

“Why did I do it?” he nuzzled his nose on the shell of your ear, “You’ll need to be specific, honey.” 

You swallowed, “Everything.” 

Jake chuckles again, “Because it’s fun.” It was such a simple yet spine-chilling answer, “You think I played this fucking good boy persona because I actually wanted to? No, no. I had to play that persona. To hide my secret. This is all a game to me, YN.” 

“It’s why you joined our club,” you swallowed again, “To make it harder for us to figure you out.” 

Jake shrugs, gently biting at the shell of your ear then rubbing his nose against it again, “I thought it would add to the fun, honestly. Yeah having an inside made it so much easier. It covered my tracks well. Until you started picking up on every. Fucking. Thing.” he hissed, tightening his grip, “You made it harder to cover up my tracks. Picking apart every smallest thing with each murder. I was lucky you didn’t suspect me, that was until you started poking your nose more into my business, you don’t think I didn’t know you tore the office apart looking for the police report before coming to my apartment? That you talked to Sunghoon even after I told you not to?” 

“You have our phones and the office bugged,” this should surprise you, but it doesn’t. It made sense. 

He pressed his lips to your ear, “Smart girl. Think I wouldn’t bug your phone? Or my best friends?” 

“Jake, you were going to kill him, weren’t you.” 

Another low chuckle, “Yes,” your body stilled, feeling cold, “It would have been a pity, really, to kill off my best friend all because he also stuck his nose where he shouldn’t have.” 

You looked down at his bag, seeing the bag gloved, “You went back to the library for the glove, you fucked up.” 

He growled in your ear, “Shut up! That bitch fought me instead of taking it. I didn’t even realize my glove was gone until after I murdered them both and fled the scene. That’s when Sunghoon showed up. I knew I had to go back and find where the fuck my glove went before someone else did. I didn’t know he was following me until I went to go back and check the bodies after tearing apart the other side of the library and saw him standing there. I quietly set my bag in one of the reading rooms and locked the door, slipping my knife into the back of my jeans. Preparing myself to kill my best friend.”

“All to keep your fucking secret,” you snapped at him, his hands on your body getting tighter.

“Watch it, honey,” he hissed, “You do have a knife to your throat right now.” 

“She fought you right? Probably knocked off your mask too. She saw your face, and you acted quickly and sliced her throat. Not before she left her own scratch on your neck.” 

Jake nodded, a wide smile on his face, “Nothing gets past you. You’d make a great detective someday, honey.” 

You needed to turn him in. Needed to get out of here and turn him in before he could kill anyone else. Fifteen. He’s murdered fifteen people. Probably more before he took up the ghost face mantle.

Jake pressed his chest to your back, “You know,” he whispers, “I’ve dreamed about doing this with you, my knife to your throat,” he rocked his hips against your ass, “It’s so fucking hot.” 

It was now or never. You tilted your head to the side, taking the skin of his forearm between your teeth and biting hard. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hand flexing and dropping the knife to the floor and his grip on you loosening. 

You pushed him back with your back and sent him falling to his ass. You barely made it two steps away from him before both of his hands were on your ankles, tripping you to the floor and pulling you towards him. 

You kicked your legs but not getting out of his strong grip. Jake worked fast to flip you over onto your back, his hands now at your wrists and holding them up and above your hand, pinning them to the floor. He straddled you, locking his legs around yours to keep you from wiggling them. 

“Stop fighting me!” he growled, using all his weight to pin you to the floor. 

You stopped, chest rising and falling as you stared up at his beautiful killing face. 

He held your wrists down with one hand and reached for his knife with the other, chuckling as he once again held the knife to your throat, “You look so pretty like this baby, all underneath me like this.” 

Jake was so turned on by this. He’s only dreamed of having you pinned underneath him with his favorite weapon against your skin. Dreamed what you’d sound and look like. This passed his expectations. It went even further than that. His cock twitched in his pants seeing the look of anger all over your face. 

“You get horny every time you kill someone?” you spat out at him, the fire in your eyes burning. 

Jake cocked his head, “You’re not afraid of me?” 

“Why would I be afraid of a horn dog who likes killing people?” 

Jake laughs, adjusting his legs from yours, using his knees to spread your legs apart, sliding himself between them, “Baby, you’re the only one I’ve ever got horny over. The others were just killings to kill. But you? You do something to me.” 

From the moment Jake first saw you on campus he wanted to be buried balls deep in your cunt. Wanted to fuck you so hard as he softly made cuts on your arms to watch you bleed as your moans of pain and pleasure filled his ear holes. Wanted to cum so deep within you and make you his. 

He had more than just joined the club to hide his killings as his reason. He wanted to get closer to you, get to know you. Then kill you after he got his dick wet. But what he didn’t expect was you figuring him out so soon. His plans got pushed up. He wanted you afraid of him as he killed you. He didn’t expect you to look at him with fury, so unafraid. 

Jake leaned down, being inches away from your face, the knife pressing harder against your neck, “You get me so hard,” he rocked his hips between you, his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt. You tried to not whimper, to keep your firm face, but the effect he was having on you down south was obvious. He wasn’t stupid, you knew that. 

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been crushing on Jake since he walked into the club for the first time. How couldn’t you? He was perfect. Still was as he sat atop you with a knife to your neck. 

You relaxed your body, “If you’re going to kill me, then do it.” 

Jake smiled, “Want me to?” He released your hands from his grip and slid the knife from your neck and down to your shirt, his free hand looping his fingers at the collar, using the knife to cut a line, tearing the fabric and exposing your laced bra and skin. Jake tucked his lip between his teeth. Fuck you looked so much better than what you did in his dreams. So much better than he imagined. He slid the tip of the knife down your chest, rounding it around your breast and down your sternum, “Where should I start?” He placed both hands at the sides of your head and bent down, lips brushing against yours, “Tell me, baby.” 

You lifted your head, connecting your lips to his. Taking in the taste of his cherry chapstick and the softness of his lips. He rocked his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth, “Start by taking the rest of my clothes off.” 

He laughs against your lips and then pulls away, setting the knife down at your side to pull his famous white tee shirt off his body, “Yeah?” you nodded, eyes darting to his bare chest and abs, “So fucking dirty,” he cooed, “Should have known you were into killers.” 

You sat up on your elbows, ready to reach for the button of his jeans, but found the knife back in his hand and the tip pointing at your chest, “Lay back down, baby, no need to be so impatient.” 

His free hand touched your shoulder and gently pressed you back to the floor. You kept your eyes on him as he unbuttoned his jeans, the knife still in hand as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare to you. 

You watched as he took his length between his fingers, slowly pumping himself, him biting his lips. You were growing too impatient. Needing to feel him against you, in you, “Jake,” 

“Shhh, honey,” he whispers, dropping his hands to your shorts, “I know.” 

The cool metal of the knife brushed your skin as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. Goosebumps formed on your skin and making Jake chuckle, enjoying this more than he’d thought, “You love the way my knife feels against you?” He tossed your clothing somewhere off into the void of the room, settling himself back between your legs, his tip prodding your entrance, “love the way it feels to glide against your skin?” He sent the knife sliding up your tummy, his hips pushing his cock in your pussy, slowly stretching you. 

Jake bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He hissed out in pure pleasure of finally being buried so deep inside you, the pleasure of how fucking good you felt wrapped around him, “fuck baby,” he smiles, sliding the knife to your waist, wanting to cut open your skin and see how pretty your blood would look pooling out, “feel so good and I’m not even moving.” 

You bucked your hips up against him, wanting to feel any kind of friction. Jake drops the knife to the floor, his hands pinning your arms above your head again, “I told you to stop being so impatient.” 

“Jae, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, “I need you.” 

Hearing you beg for him had him gone and all he cared about now was fucking you. To make you feel so good until you’re cumming around his dick. 

Jake started out slow, burying his face in your neck, “Why aren’t you afraid, hmm? I could kill you right now.” 

You leaned into him, squeezing your legs tighter on him to push him even further into you, “Because I have secrets of my own.” 

Jake chuckled, bucking his hips harder and faster into yours, his lips pressing to yours. Tongue sliding down your throat and exploring your mouth. One hand leaving yours to cup your breast, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, “Tell me your secrets.” 

“You already seem to know them all, stalker,” you hissed, throwing your head back against the floor at him pinching your nipple harder in the same movement of him pushing his dick hard against your cervix, pressing so hard to break whatever barrier that was stopping him from completely filling you whole as his hip bones knocked against yours. 

“Tell me anyway,” he whispers between kisses, now sliding his mouth down to your ear, licking the shell of it, “I don’t know what you haven’t texted or physically talked about.” 

“I have feelings for you,” you felt insane saying it out loud. Felt crazy that you even admitted it to him. To the person who was fucking you into pure bliss. To a murderer, “I’m obsessed with you, Jake.” 

Jake bit down into your neck, both of his hands sliding underneath you to wrap at your shoulders, fucking his hips against you faster. His teeth sank into your skin tearing it slightly, a small sprinkle of blood escaping. 

“Fuckkkk,” he moans, tasting the brassy liquid on his tongue, “Even your blood tastes good.” 

He was fucking crazy. You knew he was. But everything about him drew you to him. Made you want him more. 

And him hearing how obsessed you were with him made him even crazier about you. 

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, “Letting me fuck you like this, looking so pretty for me this way.” He bucked his hips faster, adjusting his legs on the floor to spread yours even wider, giving him more access to hit your weak spots and to hit them just right. 

You pulled at his hair, “Jake!” you moaned out his name, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, “I’m going…fuck…I’m going to cum.” 

“Please,” he groaned, “Cum for me baby,” he sticks his tongue out, flattening it against the bite he left on your shoulder, licking up the new blood that pooled out, “fucking cum around my cock for me, honey.” 

A few more thrusts and you came around him. Tingles spread throughout your body at the feeling of your release. Jake moans at feeling the mess you’ve made on his cock, him working his dick faster in your cunt to chase out the release he wants. The one he’s dreamed about having with you. His hand only did so much for him with his thoughts while back at his apartment. But now he was balls deep in your sweet pussy, having you right where he wanted you. 

“Gonna cum soon,” he panted, hands squeezing your shoulders, “fuck I want to cum in this cunt so bad.”

You pulled at his hair harder, the overstimulation hitting you hard, “Jae, I can’t—“

“I know, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours, his brows furrowing and eyes shut tightly, “Going to fill this pussy to the brim, understand? This pussy is mine.” 

Jake pressed a kiss to your lips and lifted up, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest, pistoning into you faster but sloppy, “Shit,” he hissed, “Fixing to cum—fuck—I’m cumming, honey, I’m cum—“ one final thrust, and his white ropes spilled into you. He pressed his hips against you and held them there, making sure every last drop of his cum made it deep within, none to be wasted. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, slowly lifting himself back up and dropping your legs back to the floor, “Sex with you was so much better than in my head. I only dreamt how good this pussy would feel. How good it’d feel to cum in you.” 

Jake was definitely more obsessed with you than you were with him. And he honestly didn’t care how obvious it was. 

“Fuck I am in love with you.” he chuckles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. 

You tilted your head to the side, seeing the knife sitting there idle. Jake clocked where your eyes landed, but he wasn’t fast enough as you quickly grabbed it, being the one who now held the knife to his throat, the fire in your eyes back. 

Jake might have just came, but his dick twitched and hardened again between the walls of your fuck hole. His crazy smile is so wide and his eyes so lustful. Seeing you so ready to end him right here and now made him crazier. Made him crave you even more. 

He wouldn’t kill you now. No, no. How could he kill the love of his life? How could he slide that knife into your skin and cut you open? You were precious to him, more than what he thought before. Maybe the sex drew him in, but you weren’t getting away from him that easily. 

“Awe, babe,” he cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and slowly removing the knife from your hand, “This is how this will go now,” he tossed the knife across the room and out of reach, pinning your arms back to the floor, slowly rocking his hips, “You will keep your fucking mouth shut, got it? Close this ghost face case and if anyone asks you don’t know anything about it. Give it up. All for me, okay baby?” 

You nodded, not being able to say no to those brown eyes. It was toxic, whatever relationship you just found yourself in. You became that girl in books and movies who fell for the killer. It surprises you at how fast you were willing to drop everything for him. To keep his secret. 

He kisses you gently and fucked you on the floor until you both came again and again and again. 

What did you get yourself into?

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[yuutaok]

⊹ ‧₊˚✿ Spring Leaves, But I Never Will

Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader

In the eerie mountain forest, you seek to find what is missing. Lost and disoriented, you encounter a mysterious boy with eyes like the dead, his presence is captivating. With a gentle hand, he beckons you, and you follow.

⊹ ‧₊˚✿ Word Count: ~4.4K

⊹ ‧₊˚✿ Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact), P in V, AFAB! Reader, prone bone, unprotected sex, creampies, posessiveness, supernatural/paranormal stuff happens, open-ended ending, Reader is lost in a forest and meets Yuuta, Yuuta is a freak

⊹ ‧₊˚✿ Author's note: Hiii I am back with a vengeance. Belated birthday fic for Yuuta ♡ Life exploded me so I never got the chance to finish until now. Also, I would like to thank Sen (@/ banjjakz) for inspiring some of the horror aspects of this <3 They have such a lovely way of writing such mysterious horror that I deeply wanted to try my hand at, so please go read their Yuuta fics bc they are sooooo delicious ok I'll stop swooning now byeeeeee

Lost amidst the dense, foreboding forests of the mountains, you trudged forward, the fading sunlight casting long shadows across the winding trail. Your heart felt heavy with the weight of recent events, the memory of your painful breakup still fresh in your mind. It had only been a couple of days, of course your heart would still hurt and your hands would still shake. And still, the need to escape, to clear your head and find solace amidst the solitude of nature, had driven you to embark on this day-hike alone.

The townsfolk often whispered about this mountain as a haunt for the heartbroken.

And so, here you were.

The hike was pleasant. You took the time to leisurely look at every interesting formed rock or beautiful sprouting flower that you had stumbled upon. Spring had just begun and it felt nice to be in the calm serenity of nature. You took care to not stray too far from the beaten path but still found your way crunching through the trees to look at specimens that caught your eye. It was a great way to get your mind off of things, to forget about life for just a moment.

But now, as the sky darkened and the woods grew eerily silent around you, regret gnawed at the edges of your resolve. Perhaps venturing into the wilderness alone had been a mistake, a reckless act born of heartache. Panic tightened its grip on your chest as you realized that dusk was fast approaching, and you had yet to find your way back to civilization.

With each step you took through the dense undergrowth of the forest, the sense of urgency weighed heavy on your shoulders. Nervously, you glanced at the sky, watching as the sun dipped lower and lower, casting long shadows that danced ominously through the trees. Hope flickered like a dying flame within you, faltering as the daylight waned faster than anticipated.

Your mind wandered to the rumors that had long circulated about the mountain, tales of heartbroken souls seeking solace among the towering trees, only to vanish without a trace.

It was said that the forest held secrets whispered confessions etched into the bark of the old oak trees, and love letters left behind by those who had come seeking solace from their pain. But these were not ordinary declarations of affection; they were haunting, twisted reflections of despair, each word filled with grief, obsession, and heartbreak. You have heard people say that love is the worst curse of all.

Some claimed to have heard mournful voices echoing through the woods, the ghostly whispers of lovers calling out into the darkness, their cries fading into gusts of wind and rustling leaves. Others spoke of strange symbols carved into the earth, cryptic messages left behind by those who had succumbed to the forest's embrace.

You still had decided to come, despite the unsubstantiated rumors that were whispered by the old grannies in the surrounding town. You’d be damned if you suffocated under the weight of your heartache. But as you delved deeper and deeper into the forest, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched— honestly, maybe the old ladies knew something you didn’t.

Panic clawed at the edges of your mind, threatening to consume you whole. Desperate, you called out into the silent woods, your voice echoing into the vast expanse of darkness that surrounded you, “Hello…? Is anybody out there? Can anyone hear me?”

But the only response was the feeling of eyes on the back of your head and the haunting whisper of the wind through the branches, carrying with it a sense of desolation that chilled you to the bone.

With each passing moment, the forest seemed to close in around you, its shadows stretching like grasping fingers eager to ensnare their prey. You were never quite fond of the dark.

Heart pounding, you broke into a run, stumbling through the underbrush in a frantic search for anything familiar. Each rustle of leaves and snap of twigs beneath your feet sent a jolt of fear coursing through your veins, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you raced against the encroaching darkness.

And then, just as panic threatened to consume you whole, you burst through a thicket of bushes, only to collide with an unexpected figure standing in your path. The air left your lungs as you fell flat on your ass.

You looked up at what, or who, you had just crashed head-on into.

It was a boy, his dark eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity as he regarded you with an enigmatic smile, despite you just pummeling into him with your full force. The shock of the encounter left you speechless, frozen in place as the realization dawned that you were not alone in the woods after all.

You made eye contact with the stranger, and a chill swept through the air, sending a shiver down your spine. His dark hair fell in tousled waves, framing his pale face in an unsettling contrast. His tired eyes bore into you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. A curtain of bangs parted across his forehead, framing his features in a shadowy veil. His lips twisted into a smile and held a hint of something that lurked just beneath the surface.

There was an undeniable aura of unease that surrounded the boy, a sense of foreboding that lingered in the air like a haunting melody. As he extended a hand towards you, offering salvation in the darkness, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeply unsettling about him.

"Are you lost?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. "It's dangerous to be out here alone at night. I can lead you to safety."

You looked up at the stranger incredulously, as if you would be dumb enough to follow a stranger you met out in the woods!

Sending your apprehension, the raven-haired boy smiles kindly, “I promise, I don’t bite. Please, it’s getting late and I don’t think I could live with myself if I left you out here by yourself.”

Weighing out your options, you realized that maybe this was your best choice. It’s either that or freezing out in the woods, or better yet being eaten by some wild animal that you hardly can find yourself against.

You looked around, dazed. With darkness closing in around you and no other options in sight, you accepted his offer.

“Alright,” you sighed. “But please don’t try anything, I’ve been told I have a killer right hook.”

He looks at you, obviously amused, “Of course, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

And begrudgingly you had to admit, despite everything in your body screaming for you to keep running, you felt completely and utterly relieved to see him.

As you followed the raven-haired boy deeper into the woods, the sense of unease only intensified, wrapping around you like a suffocating cloak. "Where are we going?" you finally asked, your voice trembling slightly with apprehension.

His dark eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion as he turned to face you, his expression guarded yet strangely calm. "To my cabin," he replied, his voice low and steady. "It's not far from here. You'll be safe there for the night. You can rest for as long as you need to."

Though his words offered reassurance, there was a lingering doubt in the back of your mind. You had heard stories of people disappearing in these woods, never to be seen again, and the thought sent a chill down your spine.

There was something about the dark-haired man that unsettled you, something that whispered of hidden dangers lurking beneath his calm exterior. And even so, something about him drew you in, made you feel so immediately safe with him.

"Who are you?" you pressed, your voice wavering with a mix of fear and curiosity. "And why were you out here alone?"

Yuuta hesitated for a moment as if weighing his words carefully. "My name is Yuuta Okkotsu," he said finally, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "I live in the woods, away from civilization. As for why I was out here...let's just say I have my reasons."

His cryptic response only fueled your apprehension, but as the darkness closed in around you and the sound of rustling leaves filled the air, you realized that you had little choice but to trust him, at least for now. With a nod of reluctant acceptance, you followed Yuuta deeper into the woods, praying that you had not just made a grave mistake.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

His cabin appeared suddenly, a rustic structure nestled amidst the towering trees, its windows glowing with the warm light of a fire within.

"I don't usually invite strangers into my home," Yuuta admitted, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of curiosity and something you couldn’t quite place your finger on. "But I can't leave you out here alone. You're welcome to stay until morning." Though grateful for his offer of shelter, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud.

There was something about Yuuta's demeanor, a subtle intensity in his gaze, that sent shivers down your spine.

You stepped into Yuuta's cabin, grateful for the warmth and shelter it offered. The cozy interior enveloped you in a comforting embrace, dispelling some of the tension that had gripped you since your encounter in the woods. It was humorous actually, how warm the cabin felt in comparison to the uneasiness its owner gave you.

“Home sweet home,” Yuuta said as he took your coat and nodded his head for you to follow him.

Yuuta wasted no time in playing the role of a gracious host, offering you a change of clothes and access to his shower. His bathroom was neat, he didn’t have much, just the basics, but it was still appreciated nonetheless.

As the hot water washed away the dirt and grime of the forest, you felt a sense of relaxation seeping into your bones, soothing the frayed edges of your nerves.

Emerging from the shower feeling refreshed and revitalized. You found Yuuta busy in the kitchen, a delicious aroma of spices and savory delights wafting through the air.

As you peered over his shoulder, you caught a glimpse of the bubbling pot on the stove, filled with rich, fragrant curry. The sight stirred memories of comforting meals shared with loved ones, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. "That smells amazing," you murmured, your mouth watering at the thought of indulging in the hearty dish.

Yuuta glanced up from his cooking, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's just a simple curry," he said modestly, though there was a hint of pride in his voice. "But I find that simple comforts are often the most satisfying."

You offered to help, eager to contribute to the meal in some way, but Yuuta shook his head gently. "No need to trouble yourself," he insisted, his gaze softening as he gestured for you to take a seat at the table. "Relax and settle down. I'll take care of everything."

Though you hesitated for a moment, the warmth of Yuuta's demeanor and the promise of a delicious meal were too enticing to resist. With a grateful smile, you sank into a chair, content to watch as Yuuta worked his culinary magic, the comforting rhythm of his movements lulling you into a sense of peace and contentment.

As you settled into Yuuta's cabin, you couldn't help but take in your surroundings with a sense of curiosity. The interior was simple yet cozy, with polished wooden floors that creaked softly underfoot and walls adorned with faded photographs and intricate tapestries.

The cabin had a rustic charm to it, its bare furnishings lending an air of simplicity to the space. Yet, despite its minimalistic design, everything seemed meticulously arranged, each item in its rightful place. There was a sense of order and precision that spoke to Yuuta's meticulous nature, a trait that you found oddly comforting.

On the shelves lining the walls, you noticed an eclectic array of books, their well-worn spines bearing the marks of countless readings. From classic literature to obscure texts on folklore and mysticism, the collection spoke of a curious mind.

Nearby, a shelf displayed a collection of handmade erasers, their vibrant colors and whimsical shapes. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of these charming little creatures. There was a sense of warmth and homeliness to Yuuta's cabin that made you feel strangely at ease. It was as if the space itself radiated a sense of comfort and belonging, welcoming you with open arms into its cozy embrace.

Before you knew it, the food was done and Yuuta served you a steaming plate.

“Thank you for the meal,” you said, nervous.

“It’s my pleasure,” Yuuta replied.

With the two of you sitting down to eat, you found yourself opening up to Yuuta in a way you hadn't expected. You told him about your recent breakup, the pain and heartache that had driven you to seek solace in the wilderness.

Yuuta listened attentively, his dark eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that surprised you. "It's dangerous to be out in the woods alone," he said softly, his voice tinged with a note of concern. "Who knows what evils could be lurking in the darkness? I'm glad I found you when I did." A chill ran down your spine.

Though he had shown you nothing but kindness, you couldn’t quite shake the feeling of anxiety that crept up around Yuuta's presence. He was good company, however, and you worked hard to ignore the way your hands clammed up and each hair on your skin stood up when he leaned in closer to speak with you. You chalked it up to your nerves.

The two of you continued to converse, him asking you more about your life and you asking about his. As Yuuta shared snippets of his past, you found yourself drawn to him in a way you couldn't quite explain. There was a sort of charm to him, an undeniable allure. Despite the lingering doubts that were dancing in the back of your mind, you couldn't deny the attraction you had towards him. You felt like a moth catching fire as it approached an open flame.

With a sigh, Yuuta leaned back against the cushions, his gaze drifting to the dancing flames of his fireplace as if lost in thought. "You know," he begins, his voice a low, melodic murmur that sends shivers down your spine, "I wasn't always a hermit living in the woods." His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken sorrow.

"What happened?" you ventured softly, your voice barely more than a whisper, to not disturb the mood.

Yuuta's gaze flickered to yours, a hint of sadness lurking in the depths of his dark eyes. "I used to live in the city, surrounded by noise and chaos," he admitted, his words tinged with bitterness. "But... I lost someone very dear to me." His voice trailed off, grief etched into the lines of his face.

"She was my childhood sweetheart," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper as if speaking the words aloud pains him. "We were inseparable, bound together by pure, untainted, love.”

A heavy silence fell between you, broken only by the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of the wind outside. "She was taken from me," Yuuta murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "And I... I couldn't bear to stay in that world any longer."

As he spoke, you sensed the weight of his sorrow pressing down on him, a burden too heavy for one mere person to bear alone. "I tried to move on, to forget her and the pain of losing her," Yuuta admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "But no matter how hard I tried, I could never escape the memories of our time together."

“So I left," he confessed, "I left everything behind and retreated into the solitude of the forest, hoping to find something to fill the hole in my heart.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his sorrow, and you could not help but feel a surge of empathy for the man before you. At that moment, you realize that Yuuta and you are not so different after all, both haunted by heartbreak, seeking solace in the expanse of trees. In his eyes, you saw a reflection of your desires, a longing for connection and understanding.

But even as your heart yearned to unravel the secrets hidden within Yuuta’s dark and mangled heart, a sense of unease lingered at the edges of your consciousness. There was still something unsettling about the way the shadows seemed to dance around him, as if alive with an energy of their own. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on…

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

As the night stretched on, the air thick with a palpable tension, you felt a strange sense of drowsiness wash over you. Your eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion as you let out a quiet yawn.

With a soft smile, Yuuta reached out to you. His was touch gentle, yet firm, possessive even. You felt yourself lean into his touch as if he weaved an invisible spell around you.

"You look tired," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody that seemed to echo with the whispers of the forest itself. "Come with me, let me take care of you."

His words washed over you like a warm embrace, dispelling the last glimmers of doubt and fear as you allow yourself to be guided by his steady hand. With a silent nod, you allowed Yuuta to lead you to the bedroom, the warmth of his presence enveloping you like a protective shield as you sank into the soft embrace of the bed.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting shadows across the walls like dancing spirits. He leaned over you, his body flush against yours, his hand steady and reassuring against your skin.

As you lay there, the haze of drowsiness clouding your senses, you felt Yuuta begin to pull away. You grasped at the hem of his shirt, silently begging him not to go.

His features were veiled by the shroud of night, his smile, though unseen, seemed to materialize in the darkness. With a gentle pull, you drew him down to lay beside you.

"Do you want me to stay?" Yuuta's voice, a soft murmur, caressed your ear as his head nestled against your shoulder.

"Yes," you found yourself pleading, the words slipping from your lips in a whispered plea. "Don't leave."

Yuuta's lips brushed gently against your neck, his touch tender yet possessive. "I won’t,” he murmured, “I won’t ever leave,” his voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “I’ll keep you safe, I promise,”

In your sleepy state, you found yourself melting into his touch. Yuuta's kisses trailed a path of fire along your skin. Each kiss was a feather-light caress that seeped into each layer of your skin, burning you from the inside out.

Slowly, he moved up your neck, his lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake as he explored every inch of your skin with adoration.

As Yuuta's lips found their way to your jaw, you felt yourself melting into his embrace, lost in the dizzying whirlwind that you now understood as Yuuta Okkotsu.

His movements were calm and deliberate, his touch gentle yet commanding as he explored every curve and contour of your body with dedicated devotion. Each touch left you yearning for more. You would die if it meant you could feel this loved forever.

Soon enough, Yuuta’s lips found yours, his kisses both tender and possessive, his passion evident in the way he claimed your lips.

As his lips danced with yours, you found yourself with the thought of never being apart from him. It filled you with a sense of completion. You could feel the depth of his devotion. Could he feel yours?

As if to answer your question, Yuuta’s touch became more urgent, his hands roaming over your body with a ravenous hunger. You felt happy that you could be consumed so ardently, that you found yourself secretly hoping that you at least tasted good.

Breaking out of your thoughts, you realized Yuuta was removing your borrowed clothes bit by bit. He made sure you were left in your panties.

His strong hands moved to caress your bare skin, his fingers leaving imprints on your body. Yuuta’s nails and grip dug into your skin as he kissed you. His hands moved to explore every curve and contour of your body with a reverence that bordered on worship. You wondered if he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

You leaned up to deepen the kiss, which only furthered Yuuta’s excitement. His lips moved hungrily against yours, his touch seeming eager, desperate, or perhaps so incredibly lonely, even.

Yuuta’s wet kisses left you dizzy, your senses were overwhelmed by him. Noticing the strain between his legs, you reached your hands down to unbutton his pants & paw at his boxers. Yuuta obliged by tossing them off to the side with your lost articles of clothing.

You moved to guide his hips to meet yours. With him between your legs, you moved to grind against him. You both gasped as his hard member pressed against your soaked panties.

You look up to see his reaction but notice something in Yuuta’s eyes become dark. His grip on your hips became tighter as his nails dug crescents into your soft skin.

Yuuta took this moment to grind himself deeper into you, his cock sliding between the lips of your pussy soaked panties. You let out a wanton moan, grinding back against him, desperate for any form of friction or release. You felt his cock rub against your swollen clit, moving back and forth in a way that left you crying out for more.

As Yuuta continued to tease you, he paused for a moment, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke in a low voice, "Do you want this?”

You shivered, a chill running down your spine.

With a hitched breath, you nodded.

“Will you be mine?" He asked, his eyes peering deep and dark into your own. You felt like he could see right into you like he was clawing his way into your soul to make a home in it.

You were okay with that.

You nodded again, “Yes, I’ll always be yours.”

With a glassy darkness in his eyes, he flipped you over onto your stomach, his movements rough and commanding as he positioned himself behind you. He tsk’ed as he ripped your ruined panties off, throwing off into the darkness of the room.

Well, you didn’t need those, anyway.

You could feel the heat of his breath against your ear as he whispered, “I’ll make it so you can’t ever think to leave,” sending shivers down your spine.

Yuuta trailed hot kisses along your skin as he positioned himself above you. With a low moan, he pressed himself against you, the throbbing hardness of his member seeking entrance to your dripping heat.

And then, with a thrust, he entered you. Yuuta’s hands gripped your ass as he slowly sunk his hard length into your wet core. You sucked in a breath, a wave of pleasure crashing over you as he filled your pussy completely. He was big. So much bigger than you anticipated.

‘We fit together perfectly’, you thought to yourself.

His pace was slow, with him getting used to the tightness of your cunt. You looked up at him with adoration as he leaned over your shoulder to give you a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. A trail of saliva left between your lips when you parted.

Yuuta’s spent no extra moment finding his stride, his movements becoming rough and unyielding as he fucks you with such devoted reverence. You’re helpless. All you could do was beg for more as you gulped in the air.

It’s obscene, the way he makes you moan. You’re powerless to fight against the way he makes your heart skip and your stomach churn. You feel on fire like he’s burning you to a crisp of ash and dust only to resurrect you again if only to just keep fucking you.

Yuuta’s movements become more urgent and the tension between you reaches its peak. With each thrust, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, your senses overwhelmed by Yuuta.

Suddenly, you feel a surge of pleasure coursing through your veins, your body convulsing with the intensity of your release. With a cry, you shatter into a million pieces, the only thing able to leave your mouth is the chant of, “Yuuta-- Ah, Yuuta, Yuuta.”

“I’m here,” he replies, voice strained feeling your pussy tighten around his cock, “I’m right here.” Feeling the wetness and tightness of your cum triggers Yuuta’s climax, and with a stifled moan, he follows suit, pouring his hot cum into you.

Yuuta pulls you into his arms, his leaky cock still hard inside of you. Your dark-haired lover kisses your temple and leaves sweet whispers across the sweat of your skin. He holds you close, entwining you into him as your eyelids get heavy and you feel sleep take over your spent body.

You feel loved.

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In your dreams, you find yourself lost in a labyrinth of shadows, the air thick with the scent of decay. Whispers echo through the darkness, taunting you with half-formed promises and cryptic warnings.

You stumble through the endless maze, searching for an escape, but the shadows seem to shift and twist, leading you further into the depths of your despair.

And then, just when you think you can bear it no longer, you see him. Yuuta stands before you, his dark eyes looking into yours as he reaches out to you with a hand shrouded in darkness.

He whispers something, you don’t understand. But you still reach out, taking his hand into yours.

You awaken with a start, the echoes of your nightmare still lingering in the recesses of your mind.

Heart pounding, you sit up in bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Yuuta is gone, but his warmth remains.

A sense of foreboding settles over you like a shroud.

[mimimarvelingmarvel]

time bound part nine

pairing: worst wolverine!logan howlett x f!mutant!reader

Part Nine - Masterlist

summary: Y/n’s life takes a dramatic turn when the Time Variance Authority intervenes, pulling her from a critical moment in her timeline. The TVA sends her to the void where she eventually meets with Deadpool and a very familiar face. With Deadpool's universe in the balance, alongside his reluctant would-be pal, Wolverine, and the enigmatic time-bending mutant known as the Veil, the trio must complete the mission and save Deadpool’s world from an existential threat.

overall warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of Y/N, Her X-Men name is Veil, She/her pronouns, Swearing, Angst, Heavy Violence, Character Death, Deadpool (he’s his own warning), Hurt, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, TVA

word count: 1.5k

The sky is gradually surrendering to the encroaching darkness, the last remnants of daylight bleeding into deep purples and blues. The air is thick with the scent of pine and earth, the forest surrounding us alive with the subtle sounds of evening. 

Logan is almost at the beaten-up Honda, his steps heavy and slow, as if the weight of everything he carries is finally too much. I’m not letting him walk away this time—not without facing me, not without confronting the truth.

“Logan!” I call out, my voice cutting through the quiet of the forest. He doesn’t turn around, but I see the slight stiffening of his shoulders, a sign that he’s heard me. Still, he keeps walking, as if he can somehow ignore the confrontation he knows is coming.

“Logan, stop!” I demand, my voice louder now, edged with the frustration I’ve been holding back for too long.

He pauses, one hand on the car door, his back still to me. The silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly despite my efforts to keep it steady. I take a step closer, closing the distance between us. “Why are you shutting me out? You’ve been different, Logan. You’re not the same.”

He finally turns to look at me, his face shadowed in the fading light, his eyes dark and unreadable. “What do you want me to say?” His voice is rough, like gravel grinding together, full of exhaustion and something else—something darker.

“I want you to talk to me!” I snap, my anger flaring. “Logan. I’m still here.”

He exhales sharply, his breath visible in the cooling air. “You don’t understand,” he mutters, shaking his head as if trying to dismiss the conversation altogether.

“No, you’re right—I don’t understand,” I shoot back, stepping closer until I am right in front of him, forcing him to meet my gaze. “Because you won’t let me. You used to be someone I could rely on. But now...now it’s like you’re just waiting for the end.”

He looks away, his jaw clenched tight, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Maybe I am,” he says quietly, the admission hanging heavy in the air.

“You’re a good man, Logan,” I say, my voice softer now, but still filled with the emotion I’ve been holding back for too long.

He turns his head slightly, just enough for me to see the haunted look in his eyes. “I’m the worst Wolverine,” he replies, his voice rough, laced with self-loathing. “You heard Wade.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I snap, stepping closer, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. “You’re my Wolverine.”

His grip tightens on the car door, his knuckles white. “They’re all dead because of me! This suit is all I have left. It killed me, as best as anything could, Y/n! Scott used to beg me to wear it. You all did. You wanted me to be part of the team, and every time, I told you all how fucking ridiculous you looked. I couldn’t have you guys thinking I wanted to be there. And then the humans came hunting, and by the time I stumbled home shit-faced from the bar, it was too late. They were dead, every last one. I looked everywhere for you—your room was completely destroyed, and I could smell your blood, but I couldn’t see you. I thought I had lost you forever—my soul died that day with you.”

His raw pain cuts through me like a knife, tears welling up in my eyes as I listen to him. He turns to face me fully now, and I see the tears streaming down his face, mixing with the dirt and blood that smears his skin.

“And seeing you alive now?” He continues, his voice breaking. “I don’t know what to do, feel happy you’re here? I can’t forget that everyone else is not. This suit’s all I got to remind me of who they were. And what I did.”

I’m crying now, trying hard to fight back the sobs that threaten to overtake me. I take a shaky breath, searching for the right words.

“You can’t possibly put that all on you,” I say, my voice trembling. “Logan, I can see the fucking future. I should have seen it coming, found a way to end it all, but I couldn’t. And then the TVA sent me here, and maybe I didn’t die with them, but it felt like it. I may never get to see our world again. I thought I’d never see you again, and for the longest time, I assumed you had died with them. But you alone couldn’t have saved them, you may be unkillable, but they weren’t.”

I move closer to him, tears streaming down my face as I look up at him, trying to make him understand. “Please don’t blame yourself. The monsters that killed them? That’s who we blame.”

He flinches at the word “monster,” and I see the tears in his eyes, his pain laid bare. I reach up, cupping his cheek gently, my thumb brushing away a tear.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “But I’m beginning to realize that nothing could have saved it.”

He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch for a brief moment before pulling away, the pain still etched deeply in his features. “If they had found you, you would have been dead too,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” I reply, my voice steady despite the tears. “I know. But I would have died to save all of them, to save you. I know what it feels like now, to hold my whole world in my hands, and be unable to do anything to protect it from the hurt and pain.”

He looks at me, confusion flickering in his eyes, not realizing that I’m talking about him, about us.

“But Wade?” I continue, my voice firmer now. “His world can be saved, we can save it. I’d do anything to have that opportunity, and have people help me. So tomorrow morning, I’m going with them.”

I take a step back from him, my heart heavy with the weight of what I’m saying. “I hope you do too.”

Logan doesn’t say anything at first. He just stares at me, his expression unreadable as I begin to walk back toward the house. But then, in a swift movement, I feel his hand grasp my wrist, and before I can react, he pulls me into his chest, wrapping me tightly in his arms. His hold is firm, almost desperate, and he tucks his head into the crook of my neck, as if seeking solace in my presence. My arms instinctively wind around his torso, fingers gripping the edge of his suit as if anchoring us both in this moment.

We stand like that for what feels like an eternity, a silent exchange of everything we can't put into words. The world around us fades away until the sound of soft footsteps shuffling behind us breaks the silence. Reluctantly, I pull away, turning to see Laura standing there, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

“You look so much like them,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I blink, confused by her words. “Like who?”

“My parents,” she elaborates, her voice laced with a quiet reverence.

I feel a pang in my chest. She’s told me about Logan being her father, but she’s never mentioned her mother before.

“I know you don’t want me to talk about your variant, but she was my mom. She meant the world to me.” Laura’s words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I feel my heart drop to my stomach.

“I don’t want to hear about my variants because I don’t want to know what I could have been,” I admit, my voice shaky.

Laura shakes her head, her gaze steady. “You aren’t them. I know that. You should too. You’re not more or less than any other version of yourself.” She turns her attention to Logan, her eyes softening. “And you’re not the worst Wolverine. My dad was flawed—he made mistakes. My mom never let him get away with it, but they were always there for each other. She died before he did, and it crushed him. When my dad died saving me, I was never the same. But they got to be together in their lifetime, and after.”

She looks between us, her voice filled with a quiet intensity. “I got to have a life because of you. I got to grow up because of you. You’re both so similar, but so different from them. Don’t compare yourself to others. You’re your own person in every universe.”

With that, Laura walks away, leaving me standing there, overwhelmed by the weight of her words. Bewilderment and heartache swirl within me, as I process everything she said, the night air thick with emotions too complex to unravel.

Next Part

A/N: We finally got some communication! Yay, not everything has been said yet, but it’s a start.

taglist: @oscarissac2099 @somiaw @100percentlazybonez @obsessedwthdilfs @sun7lowxr @corvid007

[iliketangerines]

Erron Black with a lady like reader who is mostly really sweet and polite but at the same time a total maniac. Can you please write where reader is ridding Erron while having his hat on her head? ((Also reader wearing a lace underwear and stockings :3))

sweet sugar trap

a/n: cowboy romances got me feeling some typea way

pairing: erron black x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), cowboy, pussy eating

Erron Black watches with a concerned quirk in his eyebrow as you keep on pummeling your fists into someone’s face

they had the gall to call you weak and powerless because you were the sidekick, and now Erron Black was watching them get the living daylights beat out of them

you laugh a little as their face turns into something that resembles red mashed potatoes, and blood spurts across your skin

your tongue darts out to lick your lips, giggling as you taste their blood, and your pupils turn into pinpricks as you give one final smash to their head

you breathe heavy and tired, staring at the mess you made, and the rest of the party standing behind Erron Black watch in horrified fascination as you stand up and pout

you complain to the cowboy, saying that they had ruined your outfit that you had worked so hard to save up and buy, wiping yours hands on the dead person’s shirt

Erron Black just chuckles, saying he’ll buy you a new outfit before hauling the body onto his horse, helping you onto your steed, and then getting onto his

you smile at prettily at him, blinking those damn puppy eyes at him as he gets on his horse, and you thank him in that all too sweet voice of yours

he rolls his eyes and says you’ll be sure to get something else tonight if you’re good, before lightly moving the veins and directing his steed to move forward

you two had finished the bounty hunting for the week, and although he would have preferred to have the bounty alive, he sure wasn’t going to try and stop you

he wasn’t looking for a death sentence

the ride back to the capitol is slow and steady underneath the sweltering sun, and the body is starting to smell

and so Erron Black stops for the night, letting the others set up camp as you and him try and preserve the body as best you can

by the time all of you are done, night has fallen, and you bounce into Erron Black’s tent, all giddy and happy, blinking at him with those damn eyes of yours

you grab onto his shoulders and whine that you want to ride him, now, please, and Erron Black chuckles, guiding you to the bed and saying he should prep you first

you purse your lips, but you know he’s right and let him lay you back in the bed gently

he pulls down your bottoms, eyes slightly widening at the sight of lace underwear, and he glances up at you

you just smile back at him with those sharp teeth and tell him you’re ready, wriggling yours hips in front of him in an attempt to get him closer

he chuckles and lightly pats your thigh, mumbling for you to have patience, but inside of him, the thread of his own patience was wearing thin at the sight of your soaked panties

he presses his mouth to you, licking at your clit through the cloth, and listens to you let out a small sigh, hands moving up to cup your own chest and play with your nipples

Erron Black just focuses back on your pussy, intent on tasting all of you and getting you nice and stretched for him

he mouths at your cunt, tongue lapping at you and tasting the muted scent of you through your panties, and he brings his fingers up to spread your folds to get even deeper

it makes you let out a small whimper, and Erron Black hums into you, trying to get you to writhe and beg for him just a little more

you only make muffled noises, biting your lip, and he huffs in annoyance at your lack of sounds and moves the cloth to the side

it reveals how wet you are to him, how you clench around nothing as he simply just stares at your pussy

it was always so pretty for him, so beautiful, ad he uses his thumb to raise up the hood of your clit and stare at how it twitches

you whine for him to please do something, hips bucking upward as you let out a petulant whine, and Erron Black laughs at your neediness

it never failed to amuse him how much you needed him, and he looks up at you from under his hat and latches his lips onto your clit, sucking hard

you throw your head back, back arching impossibly high, as you grind your hips into his face, whimpering out his name

he just hums into you, the vibrations making you twitch and gasp out his name, and it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever heard

he loves hearing his name on your tongue, you say it like a prayer, as if he was a god and you were a worshiper

but really, he knew it was he other way around, that if you gave him any order, he would complete it without complaint or question

he had grown unhealthily attached to you, the only other human in Outworld and the only one that understood who he was

you whine out his name, snapping him back into the present, and he slips a finger into your soaking pussy, stretching you out on his thick finger

he pumps it slowly, listening to your whimpers and gasps, and then he slips in another, scissoring his fingers inside of you to make sure you were properly stretched

you always had to prepped, eased into it nice and slow, because if he didn’t, you wouldn’t, and you would hurt yourself, always rushing into things

Erron Black curls his fingers, locating that sweet spot of yours immediately, having memorized every little thing that makes you gasp out his name

he listens to your little whines as he repeatedly massages the spot with his fingers, and his tongue laps into your clit with firm strokes

finally, you clench around his fingers, moaning out his name, and you cum on his hand, hips grinding frantically against him

he lets you grind on his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, letting you ride out your high

as you sigh and come down, panting heavily and staring up at the ceiling, Erron Black removes his fingers and sucks on them, humming at the taste of you

you raise up your head, eyes a bit hazy, and he pops his fingers out of his mouth and tells you that you’re sweetest damn thing he ever did taste

he crawls up, pressing his chest into yours, and he slots his lips with yours, pushing his tongue against yours while his clean hand comes up to cradle your face

your hands grip at the lapels of his jacket, whining his name into his mouth, and then you pull away, a little dazed

but you still ask in a quiet mumble if you can ride him, please, and who was Erron Black to deny you what you want

he flips you both over and pulls down his pants, and you shuffle backward a little bit to grind your cunt against him

your panties had moves back in place again and so the soft material rubs against his sensitive cock, making his groan and hold onto your hips for support

your hand come down, plucking his hat off his head, and you place it on yours

Erron Black gives you a lazy smirk, asking if you know what that means, and you look down at him and say you do before moving your panties to the side and lining him up

he watches your face as you sink down on him, the slight pained expression on your face as you sit down on him thick cock, and he tells you you're doing great, thumb rubbing circles into your hips

when you bottom out, all you do it grind against him, breaths punched-out and exhausted, but then you start to ride him slowly but surely

the cowboy bites his lip, trying to stay quiet so he can listen to you instead, how you whimper and whine and moan out his name

he keeps his eyes open to watch how your face contorts with pleasure and how you slightly tilt your head back at the overwhelming pleasure

there’s no rush, just the slow glide of your pussy on his cock, and Erron Black moves his thumb down to rub slow circles into your clit

it makes you clench around him and make a small gasp, but you keep riding him slowly

he really shouldn’t be this close already just from a few minutes of you riding him, but dear god, he just loses all his inhibitions around you

he wants you, all of you, every sound you make, every look you give him, wants your sweet honeyed love and the insanity in your anger

he would take it all just to have moments like these where you look down at him with those cloudy eyes filled with sweetness all for him

just for him

you let out a breathy moan and clench around his cock, grinding down onto him as you cum, and Erron Black lets out a low grunt as he cums inside of you

he helps move your hips to keep you grinding against him, and the both of you just pant into the air, just staring at each other

neither of you make the move to get off each other and clean up, just admiring how each of you look

but finally you lean down so you can rest your head on his chest and trace patterns into the muscles of his shoulder

his hand comes back rest on your back, your skin warm underneath his calloused fingers, and he sighs and breathes in the scent of your hair

dusty and bloody and yet still sweet, like the petals of a flower, and Erron Black tilts your chin up to look at him

and he kisses you

oh you were so sweet and so insane, but he wouldn’t have you any other way

[pedroshotwifey]

To the Flame chapter 16

Series masterlist

Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Chapter w/c: 3k

Chapter warnings: mentions of physical abuse, talk of suicide, manipulation, mental abuse, description of injury, controlling behavior, comfort, crying, javi being a dick, javi being "nice", reader being ✨delulu✨, idek how to tag this shit anymore, i think i might be gaslighting myself 💀

Chapter Summary: You get a glimpse of the man you used to know while you try to sort out your feelings in the hospital. You're faced with a tough decision---did you make the right one?

A/N: Don't know what to say about this one. Yes, we all want to scream at reader, yes, we all want to scream at Javi. Scream at me if you'd like and I'll happily scream back 😭 Love you babes!

******

You’re not dead, but you really wish you were. Your body aches more heavily than it ever has. Every breath you take is a massive effort and every twitch of your fingers sends a twinge through your entire body like a shock of electricity. You don’t know what’s easier—breathing deeply or taking in shallow breaths. Deeper means that your chest has to rise and fall painfully with the movement, but shallower makes you feel like you're not getting an efficient amount of air. You don’t want to decide, so you just lay on the kitchen floor and let your body do it for you. 

You don’t think Javi’s here with you, but you honestly could care less if he is or not. All you have to do is turn your head and look around, but you don’t think that’s possible for you right now. You can feel the way your throat has swollen and would pull tight if you tried. You just want to lay with your pain for a while and let it consume you so you don’t have to think. Though your head pounds painfully, it’s the clearest it’s been for weeks. You know you’ll have to get up at some point, but that point is not now. 

You can feel every organ individually, the way they struggle to work with every second that passes. Your lungs heave and sputter as you try to suck breath into them, and you’re suddenly curious to how they’re working at all. There’s no way for you to tell how long you were out or how much water you consumed, but you can only assume it was close to your limit. You thought you were going to die, you really did. 

You have no idea how long you lay there, staring up at the ceiling, before you hear the click of the door opening, then several sets of footsteps making their way inside. Their voices are muffled by the staticy noise in your head, and you frankly don’t care enough to try to figure out what’s going on. 

Javi’s blurry figure comes first, leaning over you as more people crowd in. 

“Sweetheart?” 

His dampened voice sounds panicked. You couldn’t give less of a fuck. You know that you’re probably going to be fine at this point, but you almost wish that you weren’t just to spite him. Suddenly, the light comes on, and your head starts to pound even harder. You close your eyes. 

***** When you open them again, you’re in a bed. Not yours, though, you can tell immediately. There’s daylight in the unfamiliar room coming from the window on the other side. So you know you’ve been out for a while. 

It takes a moment for you to remember what happened—why you’re probably here. And it’s with that realization that the pain returns. It’s more dull this time, immediately making you thankful for whatever meds they have you on. Just the underlying tightness throughout your body is enough for that. 

You blink and look around a bit, trying to scan your surroundings without moving too much. But when you spot the chair in the corner closest to you—who’s sitting in it—your adrenaline spikes. Javi sits up out of the chair as soon as he sees your eyes open and on him. He moves to the side of your bed and your body jerks away from him on instinct. 

“Get away from me,” you bite, though your voice is so strained it’s nearly incomprehensible. 

You can see hurt flash in his eyes for a split second, but it’s quickly replaced by anger. You don’t have time to dwell on that short moment of vulnerability before he has his hands on you, trying to hold you steady as you thrash and try to yell for help. He knows you won’t be able to muster up enough noise to be heard. 

“Fuckin’ stop and listen to me,” he spits, and you do, letting your body go limp before it gets any worse. You lay there and look him in the eye as silent tears sting your cheeks. 

“You’re going to tell them you tried to kill yourself,” he says calmly. You don’t realize you started shaking your head until he grabs your chin and stills you. “You’re going to say you couldn’t handle the stress of the move and you tried to drown yourself in the sink when I got home and found you.” 

You say nothing, because you know there’s no point. Why waste your breath and hurt your throat even more? 

“You tied a scarf around your neck, attached it to a weight, and threw it into the sink.” 

Oh, God. It makes you want to throw up, how elaborate his lie is. That would explain the bruising on your neck. He thought of everything, covered every track. You know you must be looking at him with pure disgust, but you don’t dare change your expression. You want him to see you, what he’s done to you, how he’s made you feel. 

There’s suddenly a knock at the door, and Javi’s expression changes to something almost tender. The hand tightly gripping your face moves to cup your cheek, the other to pet your hair. You feel panic and frustration crawling under your skin, consuming your body until you think you might scream. This is your chance to get away from him, but you know you won’t.  

All you have to do is tell the doctor you want to speak alone, tell them what’s happening, and you’ll never have to go back. But what if he didn’t believe you and you only make it worse for yourself? Or worse than that, what if he does, and you’re taken away from Javi. Exactly what you want, but also the last thing you can ever imagine happening. He’s still there, you can’t leave him. He’s still there. 

So, even as it crushes your soul and makes your heart jump wildly in your chest, you say nothing as Javi calls for the doctor to come in, and a man in a white coat steps inside with a clipboard. He smiles at you, his eyes full of so much pity that it makes you swallow. 

“Glad to see you up, honey. We were real worried for a second there.” 

You say nothing, just watch the doctor as Javi continues to stroke your hair, then places a kiss on your head and backs away for the man to check on you. He comes to your bedside, opposite of your husband, and places his hand on your forehead. 

“Still no fever,” he mumbles to himself, jotting something down on his clipboard. He brings a hand to your neck next, lightly pressing on the skin there with three fingers. He grimaces slightly. “Throat’s still very bruised and swollen. How bad does it hurt when I touch it here?” 

He moves his hand up and places his fingers on a spot right under your jaw and to the left, putting a small amount of pressure there. You try not to flinch. It’s not a lot of weight at all, but it hurts like hell. You can only guess that’s where most of the bruising ended up. 

“Hurts,” you rasp. The doctor puts his lips into a thin line and brings his hand back away. He writes something down and then sets the clipboard on the nightstand. 

“How long have I been here?” you question, voice barely a whisper. 

“You’ve been in and out for about forty-eight hours now,” the doctor tells you, glancing at his watch. “I’m not surprised you don’t remember it, you weren’t very cognizant.” 

You nod, resisting the urge to look at Javi. Instead, you let your head lay back on the pillow and inspect the water-stained ceiling tile above your bed. 

“When will she be cleared to come home?” Javi asks from where he’s sat in the chair. 

The man sighs contemplatively. “If all her vitals stay about the same as they are now for the next few hours, hopefully tonight. We would like to have somebody come talk to her to see where she’s at mentally first, since you’ve said that you work and she stays home. We don’t need her trying something like this again while she’s alone.” 

“I can take time off,” comes Javi’s quick reply, making something twist in your stomach. If you weren’t so mentally exhausted, you might be surprised about that. He had told you before that it was hard for him to just take days off. Though you suppose it would make sense for him to be able to request time for a family emergency. 

“I think that would be best, but we’re still going to have someone in to talk. We need to assess her cognitive functions as much as we need to make sure she’s not planning anything drastic.” 

Even though you’re not looking at him, you know Javi’s jaw is clenched. You know he’s smart enough to hold his tongue to not give himself away, even though he wants to protest more. He doesn’t trust what you might say while you’re alone, and frankly, you don’t either. 

“Can he stay in the room with me?” you croak. 

There’s a beat of silence as you look back to the doctor. He looks at you, then to Javi, then back to you. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk alone? The social worker we have on staff is very—”

“I’m sure,” you cut him off. “I want him here.” 

There’s a sickening sense of betrayal coming from yourself as you decide your fate. You don’t know why you’re doing this, but you do. It hurts your head to try to decode what you’re thinking half the time these days.

The man watches you for a few seconds, obviously trying to gauge how much of a mistake it would be to let you make this decision. “If that’s what makes you comfortable, we can do that.” 

There’s a wave of relief as Javi leans forward slightly to cover your hand with his. 

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he comforts. You visibly relax, letting your body slumping down into the mattress. You let yourself zone out for a bit while Javi and the doctor talk for a minute more, just savoring the warmth of Javi’s hand touching you so gently, so caring. You know you have his approval right now, and it feels so good to bask in it. 

You close your eyes and pretend to be asleep when the doctor leaves, trying to have Javi like this for as long as you can. You’re transported back to one of the first dates you went on with him, leaning up to him in his truck, his free hand over yours as it is now. The smiles you exchanged, the kisses, the laughs. It hurts so fucking bad. To think you’ll never have that again. 

Tears trickle from your shut eyes, a quiet sob leaving your lips even as you try to contain it. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Javi consoles, genuine sympathy in his voice. It makes you want to cry more. You open your eyes and Javi gets up from the chair, coming to the bed as you begin to sob. You don’t know how to explain to him the grief you’re feeling over him when he’s right there, but you don’t have to. You sit up the best you can and he cups your chin again, watching you tenderly with furrowed brows. 

“I know, honey, I know,” he coos before tucking your head to his chest. “I’ve got you. Get it all out.” 

And you do, you wrap your arms around him and cry into his chest until you can feel his shirt soaking your cheek. You shake and heave and clench the fabric until your tears go thin and start to burn your skin. 

He’s patient with you, holding you the entire time, whispering reassurances and rubbing your back, holding your head to him. It feels like your Javi. Yours. But it only makes you miss him more because you don’t know if it’s true. Don’t know if he’s snapped out of this awful trance that’s consumed him, or if he’s only here momentarily when you need him most. Either way, you let his care overwhelm you, let yourself drown in the affection. 

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It’s only when you open your swollen eyes a few hours later that you realize you’d cried yourself to sleep in his lap. You’re laying down now, Javi in the same spot he was the first time you woke up. There’s a woman in the room talking to him, but you’re too groggy to think about what they’re saying. More nonsense about your mental state, you’re sure. 

And just like that, the love that had consumed you a few hours ago starts to fade. Your mental state. The carefully constructed lies you’re about to tell this woman. She turns to you when she sees you try to sit up, rushing to your side with a gentle smile. 

“Careful, don’t want you straining anything,” she says, placing her hands on your arms to help you. You nod at her, still trying to wake back up. Your eyes hurt from crying and your head is throbbing again. You really don’t want to talk right now, but you know you have to if you want to get out of here. 

“You know why I’m here?” the woman asks gently. Her name tag reads Chloe. She looks a bit older than you and has the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen. You decide you like her. 

You nod, then realize it’s probably better to be verbal. “Yes,” you tell her. 

She nods understandingly, rubbing your upper arm in a comforting motion. “I’ve been told you’d like your husband to stay in the room while we talk?”

You confirm again, glancing at Javi, who seems to still be in whatever state he was earlier. 

“Alright, I’m just going to ask you a few questions, and then we’ll get you out of here. Sound good?” 

You nod, swallowing the thickness in your throat. “You mind if I sit?” Chloe asks, gesturing to the side of your bed. You shake your head no and she makes herself comfortable, clipboard in her lap. She doesn’t even look at Javi, which relaxes you a bit. Her sole focus is you.

“I know it’s not going to be easy, but I promise to be patient. You can take all the time you need. Are you ready?” 

“I’m ready,” you reply before you change your mind about doing this with Javi. 

“Okay. Can you tell me how you tried to take your life last Friday? In as much detail as you’re comfortable with.” 

You take a deep breath, force yourself to not look at your husband, and pray you don’t mess this up. 

“I tried to drown myself,” you lie quietly. “I tied a scarf around my neck and attached it to a weight. Then I filled the sink with water—.” You have to pause, emotion hitting you hard all of a sudden. You blink and swallow the lump in your throat. “I filled the sink with water and threw the weight in.” 

Chloe nods somberly, watching you with the same pitying look the doctor had earlier. “It’s okay to cry, honey. It’s a hard thing to talk about. You’re very brave for doing so.”

You listen to her, bowing your head and letting your tears overflow. They’re slower than the ones you’d cried with Javi. More quiet. They feel more like defeat than grief. Chloe writes something down and looks back at you. 

“And why did you feel like that was the best way to achieve what you were trying to do?” 

You bite your lip, contemplating for a second. “Because I knew it would work over everything else. I thought it would.”

She jots something down.  

“There are no firearms in your house?” 

“Only mine, and it stays on me all day,” Javi provides before you can say anything. Chloe whips her head around to him. 

“Did I ask for your input?” 

“No,” you say, before whatever just happened could escalate. The last thing you need right now is Javi getting angry. “Just his.” 

She turns back to you, gentleness returning to her face. She again scribbles something down. 

“Two more,” she tells you. “We’re almost done. You’re doing really well.” 

You nod at her, giving her a small smile. 

“Do you wish you had succeeded? Why or why not?” 

You answer quickly, maybe a little too quickly. You hate the way you still feel like you’re lying when you tell her no. “I was just overwhelmed that night. I was lucky that Javi came home when he did.” 

She nods, writes something down, and asks you the last one. 

“You’re not going to try to take your life again?” 

“I’m not. I don’t want to die.” It almost hurts to have to say it. You don’t even know if that’s true. You put on a brave face though, needing her to believe it even if you don’t. 

She writes the last thing down and smiles at you. “Okay, I’m going to go talk to some staff and get you ready to go home. It was very nice to meet you. I hope things go well in your future.” She holds her hand out for you to shake, and you do. 

“Thank you, it was nice to meet you, too,” you tell her honestly. 

You wait to hear the click of the door before you look at Javi. He doesn’t look angry exactly, but you can tell he didn’t like Chloe at all. But he still nods approvingly at you, taking your hand again. 

“You did good, sweetheart,” he says. 

***** A couple of nurses come in about an hour later to take you out to Javi’s truck. They watch as he helps you in, waves his thanks, and gets in the driver’s side. You cuddle up next to him like you used to, and a calm feeling starts to ebb its way into you. He holds you tight the entire way back to the apartment, and after cooking you dinner, holds you tight as you fall asleep.  This. This is why you stay.

*****

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Masterlist

FtM!reader | F!reader | M!reader | GN!reader | AFAB!reader

Mini Master lists;

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Eat up (Fae!AU)

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So cold

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This isn't a dream (I am Real!AU)

Meg Thomas

Why are you so horny?

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Closer

Billy Hargrove x AFAB! Reader

Inspired by this earlier post

Warnings: References to sex, explicit language, possessive Billy.

Before you, Billy had been a fuck and leave kinda guy. No affection, no pillow talk and definitely no cuddling, it wasn’t just off limits, it wasn’t even on the table. The amount of times he’d pulled out, cumming on some girl's tits just to make a quick getaway.

Then you came along. It was like your body is a magnet, Billy can’t bear to be apart from you, he has to be touching you; a hand pressed to the small of your back, pinky fingers linked by the lockers, grabbing your ass, arms wrapped tight around your waist holding you possessively. The need only worsens after sex, wanting your sweat slicked skin against him until daylight peaks through the thin curtains, limbs tangled, not knowing where you start and he ends.

He would never tell anyone but his favorite thing is when you fall asleep in his arms, whether it’s after a few hours of intense fucking, or better yet when you just stay over for the sake of staying over, all domesticated. Head tucked under his chin, barely there kisses pressed to your forehead, arms holding you firmly to his muscled chest, feeling your breathing even out until you’re dead-weighting; and god if it doesn’t make his fucking head spin.

It was one of those nights tonight, both exhausted from working all day, Billy at the pool, you at the mall. You'd fallen asleep the minute your head hit the pillow, Billy following soon after, the pair of you collapsed into a tired jumble of arms and legs, covers kicked off against the sweltering summer heat.

Billy wakes in a daze, subconsciously missing your touch, just your delicate hand remains on his chest, the rest of you so far away on the other side of the bed, inches feeling like miles. His hand is still cradling the crown of your head, fingers raking through your mussed hair. He takes a moment to study your face, the way your lips are softly parted, expression peaceful, he wonders if you're having a good dream, if you're dreaming of him. Your t-shirt, well his t-shirt has ridden up through the night exposing the pretty lace trim of your panties, the material following the curve of your ass, moonlight throwing your figure into perfect illumination.

Billy's breath catches in his throat, he was under no illusion that you were too good for him, and yet here you were in his bed, in his t-shirt, his girlfriend. 

The possessive creature inside him roars, fire coursing through his veins, he needs you closer, like a physical ache that can only be soothed by the gentle press of your body to his. 

Without a second thought he shifts forward hooking his free arm between your legs, cupping your ass, using his strength to drag you back to his embrace. 

You're still fast asleep but wrap yourself around him like a koala, leg hitched about his hip, arms snugly hugging his back. He snakes his arm under the fabric of your shirt, hand spread over the breadth of your shoulders, slotting his thigh tight to your centre, smirking slightly as you let out a soft moan of pleasurable contentment.

Billy glances at his watch, just after 3am, he'd let you sleep for a little longer and then he'd wake you up with his cock, needing to feel all of you. 

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His Soul to Keep: Killer!Demon!Ace Visconti x Fem!Survivor!Reader (SMUT)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!Reader, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, loss of virginity, daddy kink, sex tap, aphrodisiac use technically, begging, swearing, lots of pet names, fluff, because of course I'm gonna make the demon that's gonna fuck your brains out absolutely in love with you, killer!Ace AU thingy, brief mentions of religion, typical dead by daylight warnings of blood, murder, and death, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 12,837 words

A/N: Ding ding ding! Hello, are there any Ace lovers still around? Sorry to everyone that I teased about writing this only to post it months later. I wanted to take a little break and college is...well, college. But hey, better late than never, right? Also yes, this is random, but I just out of nowhere remembered this demon!Ace fanart I reblogged a long time ago and was like "yeah, that's pretty hot. I should write a fic about that," lol. So here it is! I hope someone out there enjoys this!

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The last thing you remember before arriving at the campfire was running. Yes, you were running from...something. What was it though, you don't know. A homeless person? A wild animal? A ghost? Well, whatever it was, it sent you darting straight into the woods surrounding the abandoned school you were exploring. Why did you run into the woods of all things, though? Why not your car?

You really wish you knew, especially since you were now within an inescapable realm of pain and death. You don't know at what point you stopped relying on your camera to help you since all of the video files that were on it have been corrupted.

It was going to be a nice video. A three year anniversary celebration since starting your urban exploration adventure. That school was the first abandoned place you visited which spiraled into your interesting hobby with the occasional paranormal investigation. You knew your interests were peculiar, but you liked looking at areas that had been once bustling with life and imagining the stories that could've taken place there.

Of course, you knew your little hobby had its dangers, but you were always smart with it. There were very few places you explored alone, and if you were flying solo, you would always tell someone where you were going and when you'd be back. You also never explored at night, yet knew how to sneak around to avoid getting caught and facing trouble with the law.

So why on God's green earth did you run into the woods instead of your car? Why did you run into the woods, where you knew you could easily get lost, especially since it got darker faster than it should've? Whatever. You were starting to get used to shit not making sense, now.

You have to admit though, it's kind of funny. If you weren't being chased by some monster or killer while doing the "trials," as your fellow survivors put it, you would like to just walk around the different environments you were thrown into. Eventually, you put your former urbex skills to use and found it easy to avoid getting killed or put on a hook...eh, nine times out of ten. As such, you could explore your new environments well and appreciate them like before. A chilly ski resort, a dusty old western town, and hell, even places that looked extraterrestrial or supernatural; you suppose after facing some of the monsters you have however, that these areas don't seem too out of the ordinary.

After getting so used to running around and repairing generators in unfamiliar places, you can imagine your shock when you found yourself in a building that you knew very very well.

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Your lips part and your legs are frozen on the spot as black smoke clears from your vision and the large structure comes into view. To your fellow survivors, the environment didn't matter; either sneak around and get generators done or get caught and killed. But to you, this place caused a flash of memories to flood your mind.

An old, abandoned casino shouldn't hold much significance to many unless it was a place where you made millions. To you however, you had explored this place so many times and had a lot of good memories here. Hell, this place even made you a believer in the supernatural-

A loud scream rips you from your memories and it hits you just how long you had been standing there like a sitting duck in the dingy parking lot. You curse under your breath and quickly run into the decrepit building. You sneak around as carefully as you can, being wary about some areas of the floor littered with debris and broken glass. This place no longer held the same warmth it did when you were back in the real world...or in your world, you mean? God, was this whole thing just confusing!

You slowly peak your head out from behind some dusty slot machines you were hiding behind. There was a generator next to you, but you didn't want to start working on the thing if whatever caused your teammate to scream was nearby. You cautiously reach for your camera and zoom into your surroundings. Honestly, you credit the thing for being the reason you survive these trials so much; it's easy to avoid the killer when you have night vision on your side.

At the sight of nothing, you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. You quietly make your way to the generator and start working on it. The lack of sound locks you into the task at hand and you can feel your confidence increase the longer you successfully repair the thing. You are so close to fixing it entirely until another loud, blood-curdling scream echoes off of the walls. Your hand jolts and rips at a wire causing a rush of electricity to shoot through your fingertips. If the shriek you let out wasn't loud, then the mechanical clanging noise from your blunder certainly was.

You quickly scramble upwards and scan your surroundings, frantically. Your eyes dart around to look for a place to do the one thing that popped into your mind at this moment.

Hide.

You continue to look everywhere, your head spinning with fear. Shit, there weren't lockers anywhere and you could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. Then, it hits you. Some of the casino tables have white cloths over them. You dive under the closest one and slam your hands over your mouth. You hold your breath, worried that it would be too loud and give away your position, especially as you can hear footsteps get closer and closer until they are right by your table.

You almost involuntarily whimper until you hear them move to the generator to investigate it. Whatever this person or thing may be, it lets out a dark chuckle that sounds...weirdly human but something's not right about it.

'A shapeshifter, maybe?' you wonder. Whatever, doesn't matter. You need to get far away from...it. A loud slamming noise makes you jump, but you realize that it gives you your chance. 'They're destroying the generator! I can make a break for it.'

You psych yourself up to sneak out from under the table as you lift up the cloth to crawl out but a gruesome sight halts you in your tracks and makes you gasp in horror. Lying right in front of you is one of your fellow survivors but it looks like whatever got to them was a vicious wild animal. You had found the remains of your fellow teammates before, but never were you ever so close to them.

They were completely torn open, with various organs strewn about, and the blood. Oh God, there was so much blood that you had managed to soak one of your palms in it. What does make you let out a soft cry however, is their dead, terrified eyes boring into you and their mouth still hanging open in a scream.

A scream you mimic as a clawed hand wraps around your ankle and rips you out from underneath the table.

In that moment of complete, primal terror, you screw your eyes shut and fight like hell to get free; something that you always did when you'd get caught during trials. You don't feel the creature loosen its grip on you until your flailing arm causes your bloodied palm to collide with some part of its body. Its face, maybe?

Nope, doesn't matter as you scramble away from them and climb to your feet to sprint away. You can lose them. You have to lose them. You dart into the back security hallways, knowing that there is a fire exit somewhere. Maybe the killer would think that you hid in one of the storage rooms or you could loop them around outside.

To the average person, these hallways would feel like a maze, but you knew them like the back of your hand. The feeling of fear and running for your life however, was helping you feel that kind of overwhelming anxiety. What you aren't prepared for is the suffocating hopelessness that ensnares you when you see that the fire exit is blocked off by a broken slot machine.

"No...," you breathe, disheartened. Tears begin to flow down your cheeks as you try in vain to push it out of the way, the word "no" continuing to escape you. You hated getting put on the hooks and you absolutely hated when a killer would "mori" you as the others called it. No shit, you and every other survivor, but you were still not used to it like they were. It still hurts so badly every time. A searing, tearing, and burning pain that reached into your very soul and remained there long after the trial itself.

And now, as you hear footsteps get closer and closer, you have to imagine what getting torn apart was going to feel like.

You bow your head and wait for the inevitable to come...but it never does. Instead, you hear the sound of a man speaking.

"Now, I don't remember that being there," he remarks.

Confused, you slowly turn around and feel surprised at what you see. The killer you were imagining did not match the one that stood before you. No, what was standing before you looked like an older man with slicked-back dark brown hair, beard, and mustache that had bits of grey sprinkled here and there. The things that tell you he isn't human though, are the large red horns on his head and matching tail that is casually swaying back and forth behind him, his black orbs for eyes that seem to light up when they land on your face, and his fingers which don't have nails but instead pointed and red at the ends. What really catches your eye though, is the garish, tiger-printed suit he is wearing.

Oh, you also notice the bloodied handprint on his right cheek. So you were right, you did strike his face.

"Holy shit, it really is you," he says with an amazed tilt of his head.

The statement is lost on you as it feels like your mind is short-circuiting. You really don't know what to think as you stare at him with eyes as wide as saucers. He clearly is a demon, sure, yet he still seems human somehow. He isn't extremely tall or muscular, but he's still taller than you and possesses great strength. After all, he gutted your teammate with his bare hands that are still stained crimson and he pulled you out from underneath that casino table like you weighed nothing. Then again, you have faced killers smaller than him who have thrown you over their shoulders with ease.

He quirks up a confused eyebrow at your dazed state and he raises a bloodied, clawed hand to your face and snaps his fingers.

"Helllllooooo, earth to Y/N," he teases as if you've known each other since forever. You get snapped out of your trance and whimper.

"How…how do you kn-know my name?” you squeak out, still confused as ever. Especially as you watch his face drop from your question but only for the briefest of moments.

“Oh, ya know...overheard the others talking about you. You’re pretty popular, huh?” he forces out, but you are too prepared to die to care at the oddness of his answer.

“L-look, just…p-please don’t kill me. Please,” you sniffle and beg, pathetically.

"Now what makes ya think I'd do that?" he asks, genuinely puzzled by your response.

"You...you killed the others...right?" you say, awkwardly. You've never had an actual conversation with one of the killers before. Then again, it's not like they ever gave you the option. Maybe this was a trick. His way of playing with his victims.

"Oh yeah, that," his nonchalant demeanor towards the whole thing only convinced you that this was a game of some kind. "Eh, it's complicated. Would love to sit and chat about it, kiddo, but I'm afraid I'm booked for the day."

He then adjusts the lapels of his suit jacket and rolls his shoulders as if getting ready for something. He then looks at the blocked-off fire exit and speaks once more.

"You're looking for a way out, right? Ya know, I think I saw something that would help you," he grins, causing you to see sharp fangs that peaked over his bottom lip.

"If you're gonna kill me, just do it," you sigh, frustrated. You really just want this to end. "I don't like being played with."

"Not playing with ya, kid. If I wanted to kill you, I would've by now," he explains, though it seems like he's almost...saddened by something? "See, it's all about the chase for me. That big rush of adrenaline leading to the big win. And hey, you led a good chase! But no, I don't wanna kill ya."

"Why?" what made you so special to him? You were just like the rest of your fellow survivors who were suddenly dragged into the fog. Just an average person going about your day one moment, and suddenly wound up in what you could only describe as hell the next.

Unfortunately, the demon before you doesn't give you a very satisfying answer. Odd, seeing that he took a while to decide what he wanted to say.

"Eh, what can I say? I guess I just like ya." he shrugs. At the sight of your unchanged expression, he sighs. "Look, I get it. You got no reason to trust me, but I'm really not gonna kill you. There's a hatch over by the roulette tables. I'll take ya there...and then we can go our separate ways. Deal?"

Seeing that continuing to argue was just going to keep you here forever, you finally decide to trust him. Either he was telling the truth and you would escape or he'd tear you apart like he did with the others. It really didn't matter to you, as long as you could finally end this.

The walk back to the actual casino part of the building was filled with awkward silence. You would keep glancing up at his face, tense and waiting for him to strike. You also remember the mark on his cheek and decide that extending a small olive branch may save you from death. Or at least a really painful one.

“Um…I’m sorry that I hit you,” you sheepishly apologize.

“Don’t worry about it. You aren't the first pretty gal that's smacked me in the face,” he says, once again nonchalant. “I will say you pack a mean hit, though. Almost felt my ears ringing there.”

At the sound of his playful tone, you let out a soft, nervous laugh before going back to walking in silence.

To your surprise, you find that the demon wasn't lying to you at all. There was the hatch, wide open and beckoning you to jump inside and head back to the campfire.

"Whelp kiddo, this looks like your stop," he gestures to the hatch as if he were modeling a new car you just won. Suddenly, he perks up and quickly reaches into his jacket. "Shit, I almost forgot...does this look familiar to you?"

He pulls out something you didn't even realize you were missing: your camera. You must've dropped it when you were struggling with him before. Your face lights up at the sight of it and without thinking, you walk up to the demon to take it from him. While it may seem like a silly thing to feel attached to, it was one of the few reminders you had on you of your life before winding up in the fog. Because of that, you treat the device like a safety blanket.

The demon decides to surprise you once more and just hands it back to you. No teasing, no threats, no tricks. You swear you can feel a small smile tug at the corners of your lips at that.

"Well then," he says with a clap of his hands. "This was fun and all, but I think it's time to get a move on, right?"

"Uh yeah...right," you mumble, before clearing your throat. "Hey...thanks."

"No problemo, kid. I'll be seeing you around," he shoots a finger gun at you before taking a step back. He really wants you to know that this isn't a trick and that he was allowing you to leave.

With that, you give him a little nod and jump down into the hatch. As you make your way back to the campfire, all you can think is one thing.

'Who was that guy?'

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As the hatch slams shut, Ace’s face drops and his tail that had been swaying rhythmically stops.

You don’t recognize him, though he shouldn’t be all too surprised. This was the first time you’ve actually seen him.

Also touch him but why did it have to be a hard slap. Once again though, he couldn’t blame you. I mean, it wasn’t like he made the best first impression after not seeing you in what felt like both years and mere minutes.

In his defense, he didn’t know it was you under that poker table; he didn’t think you were here, period. He was ready for another thrilling chase that didn’t involve cards or chips…only to see your terrified face. He thought letting you go and calling your name would snap you out of it, but the stinging in his cheek gave him his answer.

It felt like a curse. Here in the fog, he had his strength back, you could see, hear, and touch him…but you didn’t recognize him. And how could he remind you after you’ve seen the carnage he could do? Hell, even he was still surprised at how easy ripping through flesh was for him. You’ve forgiven him of some shit before, but this?

Forget it. Maybe you’d recognize him, or at least see that he didn’t mean you any harm and accept him. Of course that was also asking you to look past the fact that he needed to sacrifice or kill your fellow survivors during trials. That was a tall order, and Ace wonders if he is in fact that lucky.

‘Maybe,’ he thinks as he watches black smoke starting to circle around him. It was time for another trial.

‘Just maybe.’

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You ended up seeing that peculiar demon a handful of times after your first trial with him. Sometimes he'd stroll up after your teammates had been dealt with. Sometimes you'd bump into him at the beginning and he'd greet you before going to look for the others. No matter what though, the trial always ended with you leaving, unscathed.

You knew it was all very strange. I mean, sure, he let you go that one time and you thought he was just in a good mood, took pity on you, or something else entirely. But being let go every time? No other killer was this nice.

Once again you found yourself wondering what made you so special. You've never seen him before, you would've definitely remembered, yet he treated you like you were an old friend. You think you'd remember if you had a literal demon colleague. You did have a ghost friend before winding up in the fog but...well, he just wasn't here. He haunted the old casino but you didn't feel his presence anymore, not that you were good at sensing the paranormal.

But even with you being not so spiritually inclined, you would've known if you met a demon...right?

Well, you supposed that it didn't matter. You should honestly just be happy that there was one killer that wouldn't hurt you. Your big fear at the moment though, was the other survivors finding out. You got along well enough with some of them around the campfire, but you worried that everyone would think you were friends with the demon due to his liking towards you. I mean, how would you feel if someone who was supposed to be your teammate was affable with someone who would impale you on a hook or brutally kill you? How would you feel if they actually didn't mind the special treatment?

Hey, you were only human, and who doesn't like to feel a little bit special every once in a while?

You wondered how long that would last though. There was no way it would last forever. Eventually, he'd get bored of the charade and you'd become another body he'd rip apart or hook. Hell, maybe a new survivor would come along and catch his eye for some reason and you'd become old news. That's why you kept your mouth shut about it around the campfire when "The Demon" as you all called him, would pop up in conversation. You even laughed this one time when he was referred to as "that bastard in the ugly outfits." Even then, you really couldn't lie to yourself and say that you didn't like him.

And things were only going to get more and more complicated.

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"-Y/N, come on, let's go," a sharp voice barks and yanks you back to reality.

"Huh, what?" you ask, as you glance up at Nea who looks both annoyed but also a bit concerned at your dazed state. Out of all of the survivors, you and her got along really well. She found your urbex hobby interesting and it was nice to have someone who was on par with your agility; hell, if anything, you'd say she's better than you at sneaking around. She also didn't mind sitting down in front of your camera to tell stories of her rebellious escapades or even just make a goofy video with no substance whatsoever.

You never knew if any of the stories she would tell you were true, but you supposed it didn't matter. In a place like the fog, everyone needed a bit of entertainment and fun, so what harm did a bit of embellishment do?

"I said this generator is done. Now, let's go," she repeats, giving you a look that says 'what's up with you?'

"Oh shit, yeah," you stutter out and climb to your feet.

Another day, another trial, this time in the casino again. You both had completed a generator in the familiar security hallways and were sneaking around to look for another.

Slowly, you peer out from the door frame that leads back into the actual casino, your other hand reaching for your camera. You lift it and scan the area to see if the coast is clear. Just then, you catch the briefest of glimpses of a familiar, red tail disappearing around a corner and feel a smile threatening to break out on your lips.

"See anything?" Nea asks, watching your back so no one could sneak up on you two.

"Hm? Oh, uh yeah. It-it's 'The Demon' this time," you respond, quickly putting your camera down and clearing your throat.

"Augh, that creep," Nea scoffs.

"There are worse killers to face," you say, trying not to sound too defensive. At the sight of her giving you an odd look, you quickly add on. "It looks like he's heading outside, someone may be trying to loop him. If we split up, we can fix the generator in the grotto and upstairs."

'...Yeah, okay," she finally agrees, deciding that trying to start an argument over something strange during a trial wasn't worth it. "Hope you don't mind leaping from a railing if you get caught, because I'm taking the grotto."

"Sounds good to me, but I'm taking your toolbox, then," you push, turning to look back at her. Nea scowls and mutters a small 'fine,' before handing it to you. She supposes it's fair since the little room you were going to was a dead end, so you'd need the extra aid. You give her a nod of appreciation and quickly make your way to the stairs, while Nea sneaks off to find her generator. It was good she chose the one that would allow her to escape since you didn't have to worry about your life.

The casino's second floor was smaller, with a railing allowing you to oversee the bottom. There was only a small bar, private game rooms, and bedrooms for activities that you didn't want to think about at the moment.

Eventually, you find the room you're looking for. It's empty except for a generator that needed repairing. While you make quick work of the thing thanks to your toolbox, you find your mind drifting again, just like before. As such, you don't hear the sound of familiar footsteps making their way to the room.

"Ah, here's where you ran off to," a male voice speaks, making you leap and almost electrocute yourself. You quickly turn your head to the doorframe and exhale a shaky breath. It was just your favorite demon. "You know you don't gotta fix these things when I'm around, right?"

"And you know the others wouldn't like me if I did that," you retort. "I still gotta do my part, even if you'll get me the hatch."

You then turn to continue fixing the generator, but can still feel his eyes on you while you work.

"You know if Nea comes up here to get me, she's not gonna be happy when she sees you," you say over your shoulder.

"That's the sneaky one, right? Your friend?" he asks, causing you to nod. "Gotcha. She's a tough one, I'll tell you that. And hey, when she comes, just follow my lead."

"What do you mean?" you ask with a confused tilt of your head.

"I'll take some swipes at ya, miss, and you both can sneak out to the gate," he elaborates, motioning in the direction of the titular exit.

"That works," you nod, finishing up the final repairs on the generator. Once done, you stand and brush your hands off against your pants with a satisfied huff.

"Well, what do ya know, looks like we don't need to do my plan after all," he muses, before stepping aside so you can exit the room.

"Thank you," you smile, but before you exit, a thought enters your head. "Hey...can I ask you something?"

"Of course, kiddo," he grins and adjusts the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Well, it's just that...we've bumped into each other during a lot of trials now, and I was wondering if you have an actual name. I mean, around the campfire, we just call you 'The Demon,' so I was just curious," you explain, looking up into his black eyes.

You had wondered if asking for his name was the right move. I mean, you can't just ignore the fact that he is still a killer despite how nice he treats you; you can't ignore the fact that he sacrifices or kills the other survivors. You already don't want to consider him a friend because of that even though you do like him, and getting his name seemed like it would muddy that thought process. Then again, he did know your name, so it was only fair right?

"Aww, you guys talk about lil ol' me?" he grins and presses his hands to his chest, jokingly flattered.

"Heh, it's not good things, you know," you say with a shake of your head. You've learned that you can't help but smile at his playfulness though. "No one has good experiences with you like I do."

"Well, maybe if they sat down and talked to me, they'd be able to look past the whole...."

"'You killing them' thing," you finish.

"...Yeah, I see your point," the demon pouts in faux frustration, making you giggle. He then drops the act and continues. "I guess they just don't know me like you do."

"I don't know much about you, though. I mean, I literally just asked you for your name," you correct.

"Believe me, Y/N. You know me more than you think, even my name," he takes a step closer to you and elaborates when he sees you give him an odd look. "Do you remember when you first arrived here? Not here, but back in reality. You saw a piece of glass move and were scared, but you didn't run. You took out your camera to film it, but you asked if it was okay to record me."

You can feel the gears in your head turning at that. The memory replays in your head over and over again, before realizing where he was going with this.

'It can't be...,' you think, eyes widening.

"You came back the next day with this odd device," he carries on, feeling a hopeful smile grow on his face at your reaction. "You told me to speak into the thing and ask what my name was....You still remember it...don't you?"

"...Ace?" you breathe out in disbelief. You really can't believe it. All this time you thought you'd never see your ghost friend again, only to find out you've been running into him this whole time. You don't understand. It doesn't make any sense.

"Hey, Y/N," he says with a soft smile as if he was seeing you again for the first time.

You open your mouth to speak again, but stop when you hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

"Oh God, Nea!" you gasp and realize she's done with her generator. The gate was open.

"Alrighty looks like party time's over," Ace quickly darts into the room and practically pushes you out right in the nick of time. Nea rounds a corner and as soon as she spots you, grabs your hand and drags you to the stairs.

"Come on, Y/N, we got to get the hell out of here!" she whisper-screams at you. She notices the surprised look on your face but decides it's best to ask you about it when you two are back at the campfire.

Once in the dingy parking lot where the gate is, she flips the switch to open it, muttering obscenities for the thing to move faster. You meanwhile, continue to stare at the casino incredulously, your mind filled with so many different thoughts and emotions.

As soon as the gate is opened wide enough for the two of you to squeeze through, Nea pulls you behind her again and dashes straight to the campfire. You continue to look behind you, watching as the building you knew so well gets farther and farther away. Right as the gate is about to close, you spot a familiar silhouette standing at the entrance.

"Jesus, and here I thought we weren't gonna make it," your friend huffs and slows down, before turning to you. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You were acting so weird during that."

"I don't know," you mumble. "I guess I was just too busy reminiscing."

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There's a rumor that some of the walking trails around the campfire can lead to the different environments where trials took place, and you want to see if that's true. Your free time was now spent exploring these different trails in order to make it back to the casino. You need to talk to that demon again because you honestly can't believe that he is Ace. But how did he know the details of your first meeting? Also, as you've thought about this before, you feel like you would've known if a demon was present. But then why didn't you sense what he was every time you met with him?

Well, that's what these expeditions of yours were for. You were going to talk to him one way or another, no matter how many trails you needed to walk down. You weren't going to just wait for another trial with him.

Every time you walk down a new trial, you think the same thought over and over in your head: How would you feel if he was telling the truth or lying? You tried to deny liking him, though you knew deep in your heart it wasn't true. If he was lying to you and tricking you, you honestly wonder if you want anything to do with him after that. Sure, it would make things easier if you hated him and he finally stopped giving you special treatment, but you know that would hurt you; not just physically from being put on a hook or gutted, but emotionally too.

'But if he is telling the truth. If he really is Ace...,' you ponder. Well, that would complicate everything. You had a deep connection with your specter the moment you befriended him. Your relationship with him went beyond the physical, making it weirdly stronger than what you had with your human friends. 'He hurts the others during trials though....'

Well, surely he must have a reason right? Augh, why are you making excuses for him? He's a demon, it's not like they're known for compassion and kindness. But why was he so nice to you? Even now, when he could easily tear your flesh from your bones, he continues to treat you as a friend.

You don't know how many trails you've gone down before you finally arrive at the casino again. It feels so surreal seeing it outside of a trial; it feels like a normal place, now.

As you trek across cracked concrete to the front entrance, you realize that he might not even be here. He could be doing a trial or maybe exploring somewhere else. After all, if you could get here fine, why would he be any different? Well then, you'd just wait for him and if you were called to a trial, then you'd come back later.

As you open one of the doors, you open your mouth to call out to him but stop. If he didn't have the name that meant so much to you, then you weren't going to call him that. You continue walking around, looking between slot machines and glancing at tables until you find who you're looking for.

There he is, sitting at one of the casino tables, the white cloth that covered it lying carelessly on the floor. Due to the cloth's protection from the sun, dust, and debris, the green was still as vibrant and bright as it must've been before the place closed down. Due to him being so enthralled in a card game he's playing, he doesn't notice you until you're right at the table with him, making him jump.

"Woah!" he yells, before quickly clearing his throat and smiling up at you. "I mean um-hey."

"I just need more proof," you begin, not bothering to wait any longer for answers. "I just...I just need one more thing. Please."

His face drops at that, upset that you don't believe him. Still, he nods at you and composes himself.

"Okay," he says gazing right into your eyes. "You had asked me what my favorite game was and I told you it was blackjack. You then came by the next day and said exactly 'I don't know shit about blackjack, but I wanted to give you something.' You remember?"

You nod and can picture that moment in your head clearly. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you are now letting hope set in.

This really was him.

Ace knows he doesn't need to explain any further and reaches into his suit jacket's breast pocket. He then pulls out two cards and lays them flat on the table. The first was the 10 of clubs and the second was the ace of hearts with two words written in sharpie underneath it; they read "From: Y/N."

"You know, no one had ever gotten me a gift before, so I knew I had to get you something too," he says, feeling himself smile again as he watches your own form on your face. "Don't suppose you still have it, do you?"

You reach into one of the front pockets of your jeans and pull out a blue, sun-bleached casino chip with an 'A' messily carved into the smooth surface. You place a hand over your heart and look between the small disk and him.

"I don't believe it," you breathe, smiling wider than you ever have before. Ace gets up from his seat and moves to stand in front of you. Once he's close enough, you throw your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug.

He happily returns your embrace, resting one clawed hand on the small of your back and the other on the base of your neck. He truly can't remember ever feeling this elated before. He had only dreamed of being able to hold you before winding up in the fog and every time he ran into you during trials, he never touched you save for the brief moment last time when he pushed you out of the private game room. He savors the feeling of your body heat radiating off of you, the fabric of your shirt under one of his palms, and the texture of your hair under the other. In his joy, he doesn't realize that his tail is swaying rapidly and that there is a deep, rumbling sound coming from his throat.

So demons can purr. You learn something new every day.

"I don't understand, though," you finally pull away and look up at Ace. "I mean, you actually have a body now and I can see you and...how did you even get here, anyways?

"It's a bit of a long story," he laughs and tries to distract himself from the fact that he was already missing your hug. "There was only so much I could explain to you. Both through that spirit box of yours and here."

You purse your lips in thought before a light bulb goes off in your head. You hold your camera up and ask him another question.

"How about an interview, then?"

"Only if you promise to get my good side," he jests.

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You and Ace sat down at the table he was playing his card game on and you set up your camera to record. You had to admit you were really giddy at the opportunity to interview one of the killers and not have to worry about getting torn to shreds. Once you commenced the interview, you first wanted him to start from the top and explain his whole life up until that point.

"I've been around for a while now. There are many different types of demons that dabble in the different sins and such. Me? I'm a demon of greed. I basically went around signing deals with some poor shmoes who wanted to make it big. Once their time was up, I'd eat their soul and move on to the next person. I did this until I found one guy who got me my big break.

Now, this guy was in sorry shape. Middle-aged, balding, divorced, and had a casino that was on its last legs. This casino to be exact. So I basically made a deal with him, like always. I'd breathe some life into this joint if he promised to give me his soul when he died. Obviously, we shook hands on it and I renovated this place into a gambler's paradise. After that, I influenced a few minds to give this place a try, and by the end of the week, the dude was making millions.

Here's the thing, though. I was not prepared for the amount of greed that dwells in a place like that. Everybody there was chasing the all-mighty dollar, and the longer I stayed, the stronger I got. Eventually, I got tired of just standing on the sidelines while the sorry son of a bitch I helped started taking credit for my hard work so I...cut our deal short.

Now I had never killed anybody I made a contract with, I mean I was always content waiting it out until the Grim Reaper came knocking. But this guy was talking big game for someone who was gonna lose it all if it weren't for me. Never gave me a fucking 'thank you' either. So I had enough and decided to put this casino under new management: Me.

I didn't even have to eat the guy's soul either. All of the greed energy and the draining life force of the gambling addicts that showed up was enough. Not only could my handsome self walk among you humans, but I could get rid of the more demonic features to blend in.

It was fun and I had my laughs until some pastor started creeping around here. At first, I wasn't worried. In fact, I was proud of myself. I made this casino so good that I was gonna trap a man of God. I mean, I was close. It wasn't him that was hooked, it was his son. And just like that, the jig was up. Took a fuckton of priests and a handful of different rituals before I was weakened and bound to this place. Basically, it all went to shit and I was reduced to a ghost, only having enough energy to throw things.

Years passed and the only company I ever had was a wild animal or homeless person I'd chase off. I never wanted their company, I wanted to be alone and angry at everything and everyone. I guess I was hoping my rage would give me some sort of strength back, but no dice. But then you came along, and boy, was I curious.

I mean, this casino in its heyday was filled with gorgeous women, and I expected the rot and debris would scare them all off. Not you though. You still saw something good, here, something worthwhile. And because of that, I realized I wanted to keep you around, especially since you asked so politely if you could record me moving rocks or whatever.

The more you came by and talked with me, the more I realized just how much I missed having someone around...and that I really liked having a real friend."

You nod, taking in his story. As you expected, he was apathetic and cruel at some point, yet you can't help but feel sympathy for him after being alone and weak for who knows how long. You do feel some joy from the fact that you gave him the companionship he needed, though.

"And how you got here?" you ask after digesting his past.

"That I don't really know," he admits, his lips dipping down into a frown. "I know it wasn't long after you told me about your anniversary video. I was waiting for you to come back and tell me how it went but...you never did. I knew you'd never just leave without saying anything, so I was worried that something happened to you and...the next thing I knew, I was here. Like overnight, I wound up here.

The first thing I noticed was that I had my physical form back. I had my strength back. But how? Just then, I heard this voice in my head. I don't know who or what it is, but I can tell ya it's the one who runs the show around here."

"Like the reason we're all here? The reason for the trials?" you lean forward, intrigued.

"Bingo," Ace says. "Well, anyways, they told me that I could be my old, handsome self again as long as I brought them sacrifices. That's what the hooks are for, but I think you already know that, right?"

You nod, waiting for him to continue.

"I thought, 'hey, that's a pretty good deal!' I mean, I was now in some weird dimension and...and I thought I lost you so I felt all the years of rage come back to me. If I could release this pent-up anger and keep my strength, then I'd sacrifice every sorry bastard I came across.

But even then, it wasn't enough. Before here and before I was weakened, I would feast on souls and greed energy to keep my power and strength. I thought that as long as I gave sacrifices, I would keep those and never go hungry. As you can imagine though, that wasn't the case. My strength and my hunger are not dependent on each other anymore...so I had to find other ways to eat."

"That's...that's why you mori the others?" you breathe, though his silence gives you your answer. "Ah...."

"I don't know what happens to me," Ace shakes his head and tries to find the right words to describe it. "When I get hungry, it feels like it's all I can think about. Like some kind of animalistic shit. When I finally found you though, when I saw your face after worrying I'd never see you again, it felt like I could finally think clearly. There were no sacrifices for power, there was no rage, there was no hunger. It was just you...."

He stops, not knowing how to continue and to be honest, he didn't want to continue. You just lower your head, once again taking in his response. So that's what the hooks and killing is all about; for power and for hunger, not so much sadistic pleasure. You now wonder what ultimatum the other killers were given on the matter.

"...Why didn't you tell me who you were sooner?" you finally speak, looking back up at him.

"Because I thought you'd hate me," Ace gives you a strange look, like you asked a dumb question. "I mean, I have to kill people, now. That's not something you can easily forgive someone for."

"I wouldn't say that," you say, reaching across the table to hold his clawed hands. "I thought you must've had a reason. After all, you have always been so nice to me, even now. I guess I just didn't want to think that you'd hurt people for fun."

He looks between your face and your hands that are intertwined with his.

"Maybe before, when I was running this place..." he begins. "After meeting you though, I think I finally knew what human emotions were. I hated being weak and bound to this place, but I think I needed to be in order to know how good things like compassion and...and love could feel like."

"Wait...you love me?" you ask, your eyes widen in surprise. You remember always joking that Ace was your "ghost admirer" based on how nice he'd treat you and how he always seemed jealous of your male friends. He even scratched one of them up pretty bad though you never knew the reason why. Now you realize just how obvious you were.

"Yeah well...," Ace begins, wanting to be his usual, playful self until he just settles with a sorrowful smile and a nod. "Yeah, I love you. I mean, I know it can't work but... a guy can dream, ya know?"

"What do you mean it can't work?" once again, he gives you a look that says "isn't it obvious?" "Sure, it wouldn't have worked before we wound up here, but...."

You trail off, unsure if you want to continue that statement at first. Wasn't this moving a bit fast? You've only just now realized that you've been running into Ace this whole time and finally got a clear grasp on his history. At the same time, however, you two have technically known each other for a while and now it was just a matter of getting used to being able to see, hear, and touch him; you can certainly get there though, as he is rather attractive, gives great hugs, and it'll be easier to understand him now. Okay, what about him being a killer and you being a survivor? Well, everyone was used to getting hooked and moried at this point, even you now. No matter what, everyone returned to the campfire and would just continue on with what they were doing before being called to a trial. Besides...who says you need to tell anyone about your relationship?

Above all though, you feel like your feelings towards him were always deeper than just friendship. Of course, when he was "ghost-adjacent," you knew it would never work. It is possible now, however, and deep down inside, you desire a romantic connection with someone. Even before arriving in the fog, you were waiting to find the right person to love. And at this moment, you can't imagine having it with anyone else.

"It'll be...unconventional, but I would be willing to make it work, Ace," you lean closer to him and squeeze his hands reassuringly. "It'll take some time getting used to everything, but I love you too, and I wanna try."

After seeing how close your face is to his, a playful smile breaks out on his face.

"Really? You sure that's what you-mph!" his statement gets cut off by your lips pressing against his. Like with the hug, he eagerly reciprocates the kiss, but you can't help but notice how he seems to be holding back. Well, you suppose you did startle him a bit.

Letting go of his hands, you tilt your head and hold his face. The feeling causes Ace to emit the low rumbling sound like before, losing himself to the pleasant feeling. He raises one of his hands to thread his clawed fingers through your hair and hold you closer.

You don't notice how your body gets warmer and your mind gets cloudy. All you care about is the feeling and you want more. You lick at the demon's bottom lip, silently asking permission to take the kiss further. If he wasn't so drunk on your touch, he would've known the dangerous game you two were going to play. Now though, he has no problem parting his lips and allowing his tongue to greet yours.

The sensation makes you moan into his mouth, especially as you feel how long his tongue feels. God, he could probably shove it down your throat if he wanted to. Or even better, it would feel so good if he licked and shoved it in your-

Suddenly, Ace breaks the kiss, realizing just how far things would go if you two continued on. In all honesty though, it was probably too late, now.

"Well now, someone wants to move things along quickly," Ace chuckles. "I guess you really do want this, huh?"

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I really don't know what's gotten into me," you laugh, nervously. God, your body still feels so hot and your stomach feels...empty? No, that's not right. Ever since arriving in the fog, you never felt hungry. No, it's not your stomach, it feels lower. "Are you uh...are you feeling a bit strange, too?"

"Yeah, shit, there's something else I gotta tell y-," before Ace can explain anything, black smoke begins to envelop you. Your brain is still cloudy so you don't notice it right away, almost like you're drunk. When you do, your eyes widen in surprise and you look up at him. "Come back here, when you're done, okay! I'll explain everything! It'll be hard, but try to stay focused!"

You nod, but don't know what he means by "stay focused." As you get whisked away to the trial, you ponder it. You weren't feeling too bad, the strange sensation wasn't distracting or anything.

At least, it wasn't distracting yet.

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As you thought, at the start of the trial, you were locked in. You fixed a couple of generators, rummaged around for supplies, and avoided the killer well enough. While looking for another generator to do, the warmth of your body becomes more and more unbearable. Why did you feel so hot? You were at the ski resort on Mount Ormond, it was the coldest place to do trials. Why was your body burning up and why are you panting like you just ran a marathon?

And it all got worse.

You now understand what Ace meant by "stay focused." You were struggling to keep up with the others, and surprise surprise, you got downed and hooked. You didn't even want your fellow survivors to save you, because you would be no help. Besides, being sacrificed really didn't feel so bad. In fact, the pain leading up to the black void you found yourself in, a place you always went after getting moried or sacrificed, felt weirdly dull. In this void, an intermediate place between death and the campfire, you begin to think about the sensation of your body.

Ace knew something. He could fix this, right? Ace...Ace...Ace.

God, it feels like he's all you can think about right now. His handsome face, the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, his clawed hands that could so easily rip you to shreds if he wanted to, even though you know he never would. They could easily tear your clothes off, though. That sounds wonderful due to your burning skin, plus it would allow him to touch you properly.

You can only imagine how good having his hands all over you would feel. Them squeezing the soft flesh of your tits and ass. Maybe have one of them wrapped around your throat while he pumped his fingers inside of you, claws threatening to nick the velvet walls of your pussy. Or maybe they'd be holding your thighs apart while his long tongue licked all over you, reaching the deepest parts inside your core. Perhaps it wouldn't just be his tongue doing that, and instead, he'd be holding your legs up and pushing your knees against your chest. You can just imagine him filling you up nice and full with his cock, alleviating the emptiness that you now know is coming from your cunt.

You open your eyes and realize you're on the path leading back to the campfire. You aren't going to head back there, however. No, you need to head back to the casino and get your hands on that demon. Or, more accurately, have him get his hands on you.

You don't know how you managed to get there, your head dizzy and with every step, you could feel your soaked panties get more and more ruined. This was arousal unlike anything you had ever experienced before and it's pure luck when you find yourself on the right trail, your feet meeting the transition from dirt to cracked concrete. There you spot him. Ace was standing in the doorway of the entrance, eyes lighting up when they spotted you.

He walks up to you and opens up his mouth to speak, but you cut him off by throwing yourself onto him, lips slamming against his. You try to press your body as close and as you physically can to his. Even then, it still doesn't feel enough, not when you still had your clothes in the way.

Ace pulls away the best he can from the heated kiss. He knew instantly that the one you two shared previously was going to be too much for you, and he was right.

"Hey, now...don't you wanna sit...have a bit of a chat before going on, sweetheart?" he tries to get out in between your lips constantly pressing against his.

"No...n-need you now," you whine, letting out soft pleas for him to relieve you of your ailment. Begging him to just take you now, because the explanation can wait.

"Heh...if you say so, beautiful-," he replies but cuts himself off with a low growl; an audible response to you grinding your body against him. His clawed hands glide themselves down your sides, feeling up the curves of your body before snaking around to grope your ass. He then startles you by suddenly lifting you up, causing you to wrap your limbs around him.

Your surprise only lasts for a mere second as you enjoy the feeling of your body ensnared around him. You pepper Ace's neck with kisses, not noticing him carrying you into the casino and laying you on the same poker table that you two were talking at half an hour ago; you would've never predicted your little interview with him would end like this.

Interview...the interview...wait a minute.

You turn your head to the side, causing the demon above you to take this as an invitation to attack your neck in kisses as well. That wasn't your intention, not that you mind of course. No, you wanted to look over and spot just what you were thinking about. There was your camera, looking back at you with the little red light still on; it was still recording.

You debate bringing this up to Ace to shut the device off, but the thought of recording the two of you engaging in such a sinful act sounds too delicious. An airy giggle escapes you, both from the thought and from his facial hair tickling your soft skin.

"I've never h-had an interview...end like this," you breathe, making him chuckle. He then pulls away to remove your shirt but stops when he catches your camera from the corner of his eye.

He looks between you and your device, noticing how you don't seem uncomfortable as you shoot a glance back at it.

"That so?" he purrs, a sly smirk on his face, to which you nod. He laughs again, this time sounding a lot darker than before, a noise that goes straight to your aching cunt. "Good. Don't want anyone touching what's daddy's, right?"

Without giving you the chance to reply, Ace grabs onto your top and rips it from your body, causing shreds of fabric to scatter along the table and floor. You yelp in surprise, but your pupils blow up wide. If you weren't so damn horny, you would be so grateful for the fact that your clothes magically repair themselves. You've dirtied and torn your clothes in and out of trials before and they always were fine the next time you looked down; something that would help save you from the dilemma of how you were going to get back to the campfire with no clothes.

Oh, how he loves the sight of arousal swimming within those doe eyes you're giving him. He hovers over you again, looping a finger around the center gore of your bra and tugging it down. Your breasts spill out from the garment, nipples hardening from the cool air. He wastes no time squeezing and groping your chest and flicking his thumbs over the sensitive buds.

Ace still can't believe that this is real. Sure, the fantasies that he's had about you since the day he knew he loved you weren't always perverted. He would wish that he had been able to meet you when he still had his physical form and the casino was still as popular as ever. He'd take you out for a night on the town, buying you expensive dinners and taking you to fancy clubs. Taking you to your favorite stores and spoiling you, buying everything you wanted. Maybe he'd indulge in your unusual hobby by visiting old, abandoned places with you. Or perhaps you two would just stay in for the night, curled up on a nice, comfy couch and watch a movie.

He is a demon of course, and though his domain was greed, lust still came naturally for him. From the moment he saw you, he was enthralled by your beauty; you really didn't look like someone he'd imagine going to desolate buildings for fun. It only made him feel even more bitter about his predicament. There he was, forced to be around a gorgeous woman he thought he couldn't have. He knew he could please you well, too. Demons know a lot about humans and what makes them tick; what could have them writhing in overwhelming pleasure.

He wondered about your sexual appetite. You never mentioned having a partner whenever you would visit him, and you never mentioned being interested in anyone. You also weren't the type for one-night stands either. No, for the most part, that beautiful soul of yours was the purest thing he had ever seen, not that he surrounded himself with "pure" individuals when he was running this place. That beautiful little light within you that held your life, and you allowed yourself to give him the smallest piece of it in the form of a winning hand. That was the moment that made Ace feel an unfamiliar sensation swirling in his empty chest. That was the moment that he knew he was in love.

Still, purity of the soul did not mean free of sin. It was human nature to indulge in it every once in a while, after all. No, purity simply meant how moral and just a person was, and he could see that you had a good heart. A good heart, yet you remained untouched by any man. That baffled him, thinking that you would've been fighting men off by a stick due to your kindness and beauty, not that he was going to complain.

He wondered what would keep you up at night, slipping a hand underneath your panties to relieve the aches you felt. What did you think about during those twilight hours? What fantasies danced inside that pretty head of yours?

"A-Ace?" you whimper, curious as to what made him get so lost in thought.

"Sorry, Baby. Just thinking a bit," he purrs, before gripping your bra and tearing it from your body like your shirt, once again making you squeak. "I guess you're just so damn gorgeous that I got distracted."

He then gently drags his claws down your stomach until they meet the top of your jeans.

"Hm, not gonna be able to rip these off easy...," he lets out a disappointed growl, before patting your thigh. "Care to lift your hips up for me, sweetheart?"

You do as you're told, hovering your hips up as Ace undoes your pants and pulls them off of you.

"Atta girl," he praises, before kneeling down and spreading your legs. A groan escapes him when he sees the large, dark stain that had formed from your arousal. "Aww, we really need to take care of you, don't we?"

He pushes your panties to the side, another growl leaving his throat when he finally sees your soaking pussy. His clawed thumb slowly swipes upwards through your slit, collecting a large amount of your juice on it.

"Oh yeah," he smirks and licks off the slick on his digit with his long tongue, locking his black eyes on yours. "Daddy's gonna take good care of you, babydoll."

An embarrassingly loud moan is ripped from you as Ace licks a long stripe from your weeping hole to your clit. You slam your hands over your mouth, but he gives you a disappointed look and moves to grab them.

"Aww, come on beautiful, no need to hide your voice from me," he coos, placing one of your hands in his hair and the other wrapped around one of his horns. He kneels back down to continue lapping at your dripping pussy. " Not like there's anyone else here. Just you and me. Besides, I think a bit of noise will make for a better video"

"Yeah...I think so too," you sheepishly chuckle. "I guess I just wasn't prepared for how good that would feel."

The demon in between your legs rests his head on your thigh, smirking up at you while he plays with your ruined panties. You honestly are prepared for him to tear them to shreds like the majority of your clothes.

"You haven't done this before, have you?" he asks, though he already knows the answer. Maybe having you actually say it will have you thinking straight about what you're about to do.

"Uh hehe...well, yeah," you stutter. You wonder if there was anyone else in the world who had lost their virginity to a demon. There was no way that you were going to be the only one. Well...you probably were going to be the only one to have your first time with a demon who actually loves you.

"Mm, well I should warn you then, sweetheart...," Ace begins, teasing your soaked cunt with the pads of his fingers, threatening to push them inside of you. "I don't think you're gonna wanna be with anyone else, when I'm done with you."

With that, he sinks his digits inside of you, being ever so careful and minding his claws. A hum of delight escapes him at the little resistance he has with stretching you out; hopefully that means your tight cunt will be able to take his cock nicely later. He grins when he hears your breath hitch and feels your grip tighten on his hair and horn. He then leans forward and swirls his tongue around your clit, sending little jolts of pleasure coursing through you.

"D-Don't hah! Don't think I-I want anyone else," you cry out. Even though your mind was clouded heavily by lust, you were completely certain about your statement. You are completely sure that you want him and him alone.

Though he is busy indulging himself on your sex, he does feel moved by your words. After thinking that you could only ever be his in his dreams, now he has you.

Just as you have him.

Just then, the pads of his fingers brush up against that sweet little spot inside of you that he was looking for, making you sob in ecstasy. He savors every single one of your moans as he presses his digits against it, and he only adds to your satisfaction by latching his lips around your clit and sucking on it, hard.

With every stroke, lick, and suck, you feel waves of pleasure crashing down upon you. You've never felt so good in your entire life, especially since your arrival in the fog. Augh, how could you even think about anything right now while it feels like pure bliss is flowing through you, though? Even then, despite lying practically bare against the felt of the poker table, despite how good Ace's fingers and mouth are pleasing you, and despite how you can feel your release building within you, it's still not enough.

You want more. You need more.

"O-Oooh fuck! A-Ace...Ace, please! Need you...in-ah!" you struggle to get out. You need his cock pumping inside of you, now. You need him to fill you up and relieve you of the empty feeling that's still persisting inside of you, even with his fingers stretching you out.

"Mm, not yet, babydoll," he teases, replacing his mouth with his thumb to toy with your clit. "Daddy's not done tasting you."

Removing his fingers from within you with a pop, he then raises them to his mouth and licks them clean of your arousal. Once he's done, he grabs your legs and rests them on his shoulders, practically folding your body in half when he leans back down to lap up the mess he made of your pussy again.

All you can do is lay there and moan loudly as your orgasm gets closer and closer. Your hands tug at his hair and horns as you try to grind yourself against his face, tears of pleasure stinging your eyes.

"A-Ace! Oh fuuuuck, Ace! I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming-fuck!" you sob, back arching off of the table. The coil that had been forming inside of you finally snaps and your release washes over you.

Ace eagerly drinks up every drop of your juices that hits his tongue, letting out a pleasant moan at the taste. Even as you come down from your high and your body twitches from overstimulation, neither of you wants this to stop.

Once he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his suit jacket. He then pulls himself up and rests his hands by the sides of your head, hovering over you. You gaze up at him with half-lidded eyes and flash him a tired smile. He shoots you his own soft grin and rests a hand on your cheek.

"I didn't break my baby now, did I?" he jokes due to how exhausted you look.

"N-No...still good," you pant and shake your head.

"Good. Would hate to break her so soon when I know she wants more, right?" he asks, making you nod enthusiastically. You just came, but now you want him to fuck you properly. God, you don't remember ever being this insatiable before.

With that, Ace takes a step back and begins to undo his belt. You prop yourself up onto your forearms to watch him, feeling weirdly mesmerized by the sight. When he's done, he pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free and rest against his abdomen.

You whimper as you stare at it. If your mind was clearer, you would be worried about how his dick was even going to fit inside of you. Now though, all you can think about is how full you're going to feel when he slips it in.

Stepping forward to be close to you again, he grabs your panties and shoots you a knowing look. You smirk up at him and even lift your hips to make things easier. Another familiar ripping sound echoes off of the casino's walls as the flimsy material is finally torn from your body.

Ace then takes himself into his hand and strokes himself in between your fold, trying to lube himself up with his precum and your slick. Another moan escapes you as you feel his member, throbbing and hard, rubbing against your oversensitive clit. He enjoys teasing you, prodding your entrance with the dark, leaking tip of his cock, threatening to push himself in only to go back to what he was doing before.

"Ha-ah, Ace come oooon," you whine, just wanting him to take you already, your impatience making him chuckle.

"Just wanna make sure you can take me easy, baby," he explains, though he already knows that you won't have too much difficulty with it.

"I will. Please, just fuck me...please, daddy," you beg, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can muster.

"Aww, well how can I say 'no' to that?" he growls, lowly. The demon carefully lines his dick up with your wet little hole, the head nudging it just long enough to tease you some more.

You open your mouth to plead again only to get cut off with a loud gasp. Ace finally pushes himself inside of you, groaning from how tightly your warm, velvety walls are squeezing him. He lays his hands against the poker table for support as he slowly sinks himself deeper and deeper into you.

Not a single thought can even form in your head as it feels like your vision goes white. It feels like the most powerful feeling of relief is consuming you. It wraps around you, blocking out anything else save for two things: You and Ace.

All you care about right now is him and the pleasure he is giving you. At this moment, there is no fog, there are no trials, hell there's not even a "real world." It's just the two of you indulging in one another.

For the first time in his existence, the moment that Ace's hips collide with yours, he needs to take a breather. Sure, it's been a long time since he's slept with anyone, but even then, this feels different. This is more than just him not having had sex in a while; it has everything to do with you.

Carefully, he grabs your face and leans down to leave a kiss to your lips. It's not deep or heated, it's a simple, sweet kiss that he can only ever give to you and you alone. A soft reminder that you aren't someone that he is using to satiate his lustful desires when the urge strikes him, but instead as his one and only.

A gentle hum leaves you, distracting you from enjoying how full he's making you feel. You bat your eyelashes up at him and throw your arms around him to hold him closer. With a short purr, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling you before starting to move.

With slow but steady rolls of his hips, Ace begins pistoning his cock in and out of you. Each time he pushes himself back inside of your pussy, you cry out as it feels like his tip is greeting the entrance of your womb. You honestly should be surprised that you don't even feel mild discomfort at the force of his thrusts or his size. You've always been told that losing your virginity hurts a bit, but right now all you can feel is pleasure. Pure, mind-numbing pleasure.

"Oh m-my-hah! Ace...f-faster. P-Please, faster," you moan, tightening your hold on him. The pace he's going feels good, really good, but just like before, it still isn't enough.

"Mm yeah? That what you want, babydoll?" he asks, punctuating his question with a particularly harsh thrust. You sob and babble out pleas for more at that, making him chuckle.

Not wanting to deny you, he readjusts himself onto his forearms and ruts into you hard and fast. You throw your head back and wail in ecstasy, feeling the same coiling sensation as before swirling in your stomach. At the sound of your moans increasing in volume and pitch and the feeling of your cunt tightening around him, he snakes his hand down in between your bodies to tease your clit once more.

"Hah, it feels like my baby wants to cum. A-ah, you wanna cum on daddy's cock, sweetheart?"

"Yes! Yes-hic! Please! Wann-ah cum s-sooo bad!" you whine and wrap your legs around his waist. You're so desperate, not even wanting to risk the chance of him pulling out of you and stopping.

"Go on then, beautiful. G-Go on and make a big fucking mess all over me," Ace groans, a clawed hand moving to grasp your hip as his thrusts become more harsh and primal.

With that, you let yourself go for a second time. The intensity of your second release has your vision going white and your body feels like you're floating. You would honestly think that you are about to pass out.

At the feeling of your pussy contracting around his cock, the demon above you throws his head back, and an animalistic growl tears from his throat. He bucks himself into you at a frenzied pace as he pumps you full of his cum.

Everything feels like a blur as you watch Ace pull out of you and reach over to your camera to stop recording. You then feel him pull you up from off of the poker table, holding you closely to his body and carrying you somewhere else in the casino; he also makes sure to grab your device with his tail. You just bury your face into his neck and close your eyes, exhausted and ready for rest to take you.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being lied down upon something soft. You open your eyes and realize you are in one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and lying on the bed. Ace sets your camera down on the bedside table and climbs in next to you, his arms wrapping around you.

"So...I guess now's probably the time to tell you that demon spit is basically an aphrodisiac, right?" he says, breaking the pleasant silence.

"Yeah...that sounds about," you laugh, tiredly, and nuzzle your face into his chest. "I think I can handle that...you know, as long as I don't have to do a trial afterward."

Now it was Ace's turn to laugh, a hand coming up to gently pet your hair.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, Y/N, but I'm gonna make sure I keep you" he muses, fondly.

"Really?" you flash him a sleepy smile, to which he nods and grins back at you. "Well then I'm gonna keep you, too"

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, you finally close your eyes and allow yourself to fall into slumber. Yes, the fog was a cruel and unforgiving place, but you cannot deny that it's had its rare moments. And you absolutely cannot deny that actually being with Ace is the best moment it has ever given you.

[writer-freak]

♠️ Fanfiction requests Open! ♠️

Hi everyone! My names Freak and I'm now accepting fanfiction requests! This was to celebrate hitting 200 followers but now I'm actually about to hit 300 so thank you so much for liking my work. Before sending in your request, please take a moment to read through the rules below. 🖤

💌 What I Write:

Here’s what you can request:

Pairings: I only write x reader fanfics and I don't really write canon x canon (exeption poly relationship, further explanation under 'What I won't write')

Gender: If no gender or pronouns are specified, I will default to writing the reader as gender-neutral. While I’m a trans nb person (AFAB), I’m comfortable writing for readers of any gender identity or sex and will do my best to write what you request.

Genres: fluff, hurt/comfort, NSFW (besides what is written in🚫), light angst, crack/or just stupid ideas

Formats: Drabbles, one shots, headcanons, smau, short series (if the request allows it), and maybe even longer series if something really inspires me

✨ Fandoms & Characters I Write For:

Here’s a list of fandoms that I’m writing for and this list can change at any point. I don't have a list of what characters that I write for, I obvi won't write romantic stuff with like child characters. If you are interested if I write for a character, just feel free to ask.

Twisted Wonderland

Jujutsu Kaisen

Valorant

Arcane

Dead by daylight

Love and Deepspace

Haikyuu

(Stranger Things)

(Hazbin Hotel)

(I haven't been active in the Stranger things or Hazbin hotel fandom for a bit ,so I have less motivation writing for them)

🚫 What I Won’t Write:

Here’s the things that I won’t be writing for:

Very gory stuff

Piss kink, scat, stuff in that direction I will not write for

Incest, pedophilia, raceplay, requesting anything like that will get you immediately blocked

I don't really like writing character x character but if it's a poly relationship with a reader and I feel comfortable with it, I may write it, so feel free to request that but could be that I reject it

📋 Request Rules:

And if you request something please try and follow these rules:

Mention the character/s, fandom, information about reader (pronouns, gender, sex, etc.), and the type of story you’d like (like fluff, angst, etc.).

I don't really have a character limit in mind but please don't request something like 'all survivors and killers in Dbd". But you can write several requests for the same scenario with different characters

Obviously if the request has a lot of characters it's gonna take longer and what I write for each character will be shorter so keep that in mind.

Please be patient! I’ll try my best to fulfill your requests but it may take some time as I still have things going on in my real live.

📨 How to Send a Request:

Asks: Submit your request through my Tumblr ask box (anon is always welcome)

DMs: If you’d rather discuss your idea privately/have something that you need to explain, feel free to message me.

Include details: The more details you include, the better I can make your request exactly how you want it

🖋️ Additional Notes:

I reserve the right to decline requests that don’t align with my rules or personal interests.

I'm currently in the process of making a new masterlist ,so I'm not updating the one that is pinned on my blog anymore

If I post your request , I’ll tag you unless you’re an anon or you specifically asked not to.

Thank you so much for supporting my work! I can’t wait to write out your ideas and I hope you will continue to support me 🖤

-Freak

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