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1donoow · 2 years ago

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[Fanfics that I've read for the past years]

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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Latest update: 07/01/23

Edited: 01/10/24

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MIX FANDOM

PT.1 (edited)

richard alonzo muñoz

Alma peregrine • Enoch O'Connor

the madrigals • camilo madrigal

klaus baudelaire • violet baudelaire

weasley twins • neville longbottom • luna lovegood

Edmund pevensie

santiago garcia

Pt.2 (edited)

newt scamander • wolfstar • remus lupin • regulus black • james potter

vance hopper

sherlock holmes

glenn rhee

peter pan • felix

newt • gally

duke leto atreides

jack frost • bunnymund

tadashi hamada • hiro hamada

Pt.3 on going (edited)

camilo madrigal

vance hopper

ralph

eleventh doctor • twelve doctor

dan torrance

miguel diaz • eli "hawk" moskowitz

wayne mccullough

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SLASHER

on going (edited)

Sam(Trick r' treat)

micheal myers

polite leader

ghostface

jennifer check

art the clown

leatherface

brahms heelshire

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STRANGER THINGS

PT.1 (edited)

peter ballard • robin buckley • dustin henderson • steve harrington • eddie munson

PT.2 (edited)

robin buckley • dustin henderson • alexei smirnoff • steve harrington • billy hargrove • eddie munson

PT.3 (edited)

steve harrington • eddie munson

PT.4 (edited)

peter ballard • chrissy cunningham • max mayfield • billy hargrove • gareth emerson • steve harrington • eddie munson

PT.5 (edited)

chrissy cunningham • gareth emerson • eddie munson

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CONTENT CREATOR

PT.1 (edited)

Ranboo • technoblade • tommyinnit • quackity • sapnap • jschaltt

Pt.2 (edited)

Corpse husband • Tommyinnit • technoblade

Pt.3 on going (edited)

Technoblade • wilbur soot • quackity • ranboo

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MCU

PT.1 (edited)

peter(pietro) maximoff • erik lehnsherr • warren worthington • alex summers • scott summers • kurt wagner • jean grey

druig • loki laufeyson • bucky barnes • peter parker

PT.2

Moon knight • kate bishop • stephen strange • Peter parker • Miles morales

alex summers • Warren Worthington •Sean cassidy • peter(pietro) maximoff

PT 3

Peter(pietro) maximoff • miles morales • moon knight • khonshu • stephen strange • wade wilson • eddie brock (venom) • kate bishop

PT.4

Wanda maximoff • Warren Worthington • Moon knight

PT.5

stephen strange • Loki laufeyson • wade wilson • peter parker • moon knight

Pt.6

kurt wagner • warren worthington • peter(pietro) maximoff

pavitr prabhakar • miles morales • peter parker • eddie 'venom' brock • tony stark • druig • kate bishop • moon knight • frank castle

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STAR WARS

PT.1

obi wan kenobi • poe dameron • din djarin

PT.2

Anakin Skywalker • obi wan kenobi • poe dameron • din djarin

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BRIDGERTON

Link soon...

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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

on going

ben hargreeves • five hargreeves

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VIDEO GAME

Pt.1

montgomery gator • sunnydrop/moondrop

poppy playtime

ellie williams • joel miller

task force 141 • alejandro vargas • simon 'ghost' riley

Pt.2

joel miller

simon riley • könig

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PT.1

batmom • batfam • batsis • Bruce wayne • Tim drake • Dick Grayson • Jason todd • Damian wayne

Garfield logan • Rachel roth

Pt.2

batmom • batfam • batsis • bruce wayne • garfield logan • Jason todd • alfred pennyworth

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DC VILLAINS

on going

jervis tetch • the valeska twins • roman sionis

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WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

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SOCIAL MEDIA

On going

Pedro pascal • timothee chalamet • harry style

marc spector • peter parker • bruce wayne • damian wayne

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CELEBRITY

Pt.1

stray kids

timothee chalamet • ryan reynolds • bella ramsey • oscar issac • pedro pascal • justin h. min • joseph quinn • harry styles • tom holland

Pt.2 on going

Chris evans • Sebastian Stan • Paul raud

#masterlist

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fatalitysficbakery · 2 years ago

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Fatility’s Fic Bakery Masterlist; Multifandomed & OC Menu Updated Pt. Two 7•6•24 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ A Multifandom blog, that caters to less represented. Mainly black women but other poc and minorities as well.

↳ CHECK THE RULE LIST. Highly important to check my rule post before requesting ANYTHING.

↳ ❦ Fatalitysficbakery navigation menu ❦.

↳ ❦ Fatalitysficbakery rules + drabble menu ❦.

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𓆰♥︎︎𓆪 Welcome To The Bakery 𓆰♥︎𓆪

series (☀︎︎) oneshots (☦︎︎) smut (✞)

fluff (☻︎) angst (☹︎)

two parters (♫) is

reactions (❥) headcanons (��︎︎)

drabbles (☾)

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 9-1-1 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Athena Grant.

coming soon!!

↳ Henrietta Wilson.

coming soon!!

↳ May Grant.

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↳ Maddie Buckley.

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↳ Karen Wilson.

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↳ Bobby Nash.

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↳ Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

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↳ Howie “Chimney” Han.

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↳ Evan Buckley.

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↳ Albert Han.

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𓆰♥︎︎𓆪 9-1-1: Lonestar 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Tyler “T.K” Kennedy Strand.

coming soon!!

↳ Carlos Reyes.

coming soon!!

↳ Judson “Judd” Ryder.

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↳ Paul Strickland.

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↳ Mateo Chavez.

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↳ Wyatt Harris.

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↳ Owen Strand.

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↳ Gabriel Reyes.

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↳ Tommy Vega.

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↳ Grace Ryder.

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↳ Marjan Marwani.

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↳ Nancy Gillian.

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↳ Kendra Harrington.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Miscellaneous (Artist ++) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Beyoncé Knowles-Carter.

Tongue, Teeth, &’ Fire. (☦︎︎ - ✞ - light ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you. more than anything, she missed you.

↳ Megan “Thee Stallion/Tina Snow” Pete.

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↳ Solange Knowles.

coming soon!!

↳ Kelly Rowland.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Last Of Us 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Ellie Williams.

coming soon!!

↳ Riley Abel.

coming soon!!

↳ Dina.

coming soon!!

↳ Abby Anderson.

coming soon!!

↳ ((Ships)) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Riley x Ellie

What We Could’ve Had. (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

warnings: rewriting endings.

synopsis: what happens if riley hadn’t died? what life would she and ellie have lived?

↳ next episode

↳ Dina x Ellie

coming soon!!

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Scream 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Samantha Carpenter

Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ Tara Carpenter

coming soon!!

↳ Billy Loomis

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↳ Stu Macher

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Gen V 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jordan Li.

Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

↳ Marie Moreau

coming soon!!

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Originals 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Elijah Mikaelson

I choose me. (♫ - ✞ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

↳ Freya Mikaelson.

Found Peace. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Hayley Marshall

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↳ Rebekah Mikaelson.

A Family Of Her Own. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Niklaus Mikaelson.

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↳ Marcel Gerard.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Wednesday 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Wednesday Addams.

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↳ Morticia Addams.

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↳ Enid Sinclair.

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↳ Larissa Weems.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Challengers 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Tashi Duncan.

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↳ Art Donaldson.

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↳ Patrick Zweig.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Ships 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Black Fem!Y/n

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This List will be updated regularly as I go on. Enjoy the baked goods in Heaven’s Fic Bakery! 🥖🥐🥯🍞🥨🥮🧁🍧🍨🍯

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achilles-rage · 3 months ago

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thirteen crows: chapter one

summary: buck and eddie come visit you at work, then offer to walk you home.

word count: 2.8k

series masterlist (with a better summary lol)

a/n: yay new series!! i hope you like it🥺🥺 this chapter is kinda boring since it’s mostly world building but i promise it’ll get better. enjoy<33

warnings: mentions of violence (nothing graphic), slight stalker behaviour??, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You flinch when a group of men start to cheer loudly across the bar, beer spilling on the already sticky floor and their chairs screeching across the floor as they stand up abruptly to celebrate their team scoring a touchdown. You roll your eyes as you continue with your work, wiping the counter down and moving empty glasses to the dishwasher.

There’s always a group of men here for football nights, as the bar you work at has special deals for those that show up in sports jerseys. You’d think that by now, you’d be used to their yelling, but even after two long years, it still manages to surprise you every now and then. The incidents happening across the city don’t help with your jumpiness, but you don’t have another choice than to continue to work.

You tend to get good tips on football nights, anyway. You and all the girls you work with decided to buy cheap football jerseys to wear on those nights, which for some reason, men love to see. Tonight, you’ve used a hair elastic to secure the jersey around your waist, which helps accentuate your curves, and paired it with a short, black mini skirt and sheer black tights. Your outfit has proven to work to get tips, which makes you laugh to yourself. Men are extremely easy to please, and you almost feel bad taking their money. Almost.

There aren’t many other customers apart from the group of men tonight, and you’re grateful. You’ve had to do most of your tasks yourself tonight, and all that you’ve had to get for customers since you’ve gotten to work is beer. You’re about to go to the back to quickly unload the dishwasher when the front door opens.

A smile erupts on your face as two of your regulars make their way into the bar, their conversation dying down immediately and their eyes moving to you. They act surprised to see you there, as if they don’t know your work schedule, greeting you warmly once they’re close enough to the bar for you to hear them over the game blaring from the tv.

They sit down on the barstools in front of you and you don’t even wait for them to order before you start pouring their drinks. You have quite a few regulars, and while you don’t remember most of their usual orders, you can’t help but remember theirs.

You met them almost a year ago, you think, and they’re always extremely nice to you, even more so than any of your other coworkers. If that wasn’t enough, they also always tip you extremely well. The first time they did it, they left you a $20 tip on their $35 bill, and you chased them out the door when you realized, assuming they had meant to give you a $5 or a $10 bill. When you caught up to them outside the bar, however, they reassured you that they meant to give it to you. That you deserved it.

They left you under the dim light of the bar sign flashing “Thirteen Crows,” slightly dumbfounded as you watched them smile at each other as they walked away. It was impossible to not like them after that. You’re pretty sure even if they were assholes to you, their tips would let you put up with it.

“You closing again tonight?” Eddie asks you a little while later. You’ve been talking to them since they got here, like usual, and you’ve gotten so used to their company that you even hang out with them when you’re off the clock. They’ve become good friends, and it barely feels like you’re working when they’re here to keep you company.

You hum softly as you nod, giving them an absentminded smile. They frown, looking between each other with a mischievous look. You don’t notice however, as your eyes move down to your hands cleaning the bar mat right after you nod. You also don’t notice that both of their eyes travel down the parts of your body they could see over the high counter, drinking in your soft curves.

“Aren’t you scared? With the killings, and stuff.” Buck speaks, giving you a concerned look as he leans his elbows onto the counter. To be honest, you are a little nervous about being here with what’s been going on lately. For the last three or four months, people have been showing up dead around LA; stabbed to death. It has you on edge, obviously, but you don’t have any other choice. The Thirteen Crows isn’t in the best part of town, and since you don’t have a car, you don’t have any other choice than to walk fifteen minutes back to your shitty apartment that’s not near far enough away from the more dangerous part of town.

Your manager tried to help out with the nervousness you and your coworkers were feeling and started scheduling two people to close each night, but your coworker called in sick tonight, and no one could cover him.

“I gotta pay rent somehow. And we usually close with another person anyway.” you tell them with a shrug, waving their concerns off. You know they’re looking out for you, and it’s sweet, but you don’t want them to worry. You can take care of yourself.

“Who’s closing with you, then? Tara or Grace?” Eddie asks, looking around the bar. Neither of them had seen anyone else since they’ve been here. You shake your head with a silent laugh. You find it a little funny that they know most people here by name, and even more funny that they even know who you usually close with.

“It was supposed to be Isaac, but he called in. No one can come in to cover him. So, it’s just me tonight.” Isaac is a newer server, having started a month or two ago, and usually works during the day, which is why Buck and Eddie haven’t seen much of him. While he doesn’t work as much as you, Tara, or Grace, he’s become a really good friend to you.

“Are you gonna be alright going home by yourself? This isn’t exactly a safe part of town either way.” Buck asks, brows furrowed as his eyes trail down your figure again. A soft, sweet thing like you? You’re practically wearing a sign that says “easy target.” He doesn’t want to see anyone try to take advantage of you, but, there’s a part of him that would love to see you helpless and teary-eyed, begging for mercy.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. You only need to worry if you don’t see me the next time you come in here.” you try to joke. An absentminded smile appears on Eddie’s face as his eyes seem to stare at your chest, although unfocused, while Buck continues to frown. You purse your lips when you realize that they don’t find your joke even remotely funny, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. “What, you wanna stay and walk me home?” you ask with a raised brow.

“We can. If you want.” Eddie tells you earnestly, his eyes coming back into focus and darting up to meet your gaze. Anything to keep you with them longer. Anything to see the fear in your eyes at every bump in the night up close. They’re both thinking about how it would feel to see you scared and cowering in fear as you walk home, but neither of them show it. They continue to show you concern for your safety, their eyes trying to insist on walking you home.

“You really don’t have to do that. I promise, I’ll be fine. It’s not a long walk.” you tell Eddie as your eyes move between the two of them. They both sigh, nodding at you, seemingly defeated.

Once you turn to clean up behind the bar a little bit, putting bottles back into their places, they both look at each other with smirks, silently coming up with a plan. It’s almost too good of a chance to pass up. You’re all alone tonight. No one to protect you from anything or anyone.

They came up with their little arrangement a few months ago. It started when they accidentally let someone die on the job. The man was beating his wife, and she finally found the courage to fight back, grabbing a kitchen knife when he came at her yet again. Both of them felt a rush they had never felt before when he died right in front of them, and before long, they were hunting down all the people they ran into that deserved something worse than death and killed them. Brutally.

“Well, I’m gonna head out, I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. Babysitting my niece.” Buck speaks about an hour later, pulling out his wallet and placing some money on the table.

“Okay, I’ll see you next week?” you ask him with a smile. He nods, licking his lips as his eyes dart down your body once last time.

“Wouldn’t miss it, sweetheart.” he tells you, placing his hand to his chest, almost like a promise.

You feel your cheeks heating up as you say goodbye, and with one last wave and a wink towards Eddie, he’s out the door.

Buck leaves only twenty or so minutes until close, and once he’s gone, there’s no one in the bar but you and Eddie. The group of men watching football are long gone, and like usual, you’re going home with more than usual in tips. Eddie still has half of his beer left, and tells you this is his last, so you finish your cleaning while he keeps you company, watching as you make your way around the bar to wipe down tables and grab the last few empty glasses scattered around.

Once everything is cleaned and put away, Eddie slides some cash across the bar to you. Once again, it’s far too much, but you don’t try to argue with him. You put the money in the register, then pocket your tip, and once you’re done, he stands up, ready to follow you out of the bar so you can lock up.

“The offer still stands.” he tells you as you lock the front door. He looks around while you focus on your keys, almost as if looking for something. When you turn to face him with a smile, he knows he’s got you. He’s glad Buck mentioned the murders earlier; it seemed to make you just that little bit more nervous. Just enough for you to take up his offer.

You both begin to walk towards your apartment. You know he drove here; you saw his car keys when he first walked into the bar, but you don’t question why you’re walking instead of driving. He’s already being generous enough, you don’t want to seem ungrateful by asking him to drive you instead of walking you home, even if you’re only thinking about him having to walk back to the bar after he drops you off.

You lead him down an alley; a shortcut you usually take. You know you shouldn’t necessarily take a shortcut down here; the lights are barely bright enough for you to see ten feet in front of you, but it gets you home quicker. You and Eddie walk in silence, which magnifies all the sounds around you, but you feel a little more at ease with him here anyway. You kick a rock as you walk, catching up to it every few steps only to kick it again, but one of your kicks sends the rock flying vertically and right into a big pile of garbage beside a dumpster.

This causes a cat to jump and yelp loudly, now becoming visible from behind the plastic bags and cardboard boxes. You’ve never seen a cat down here before, so when the rustling of trash bags hits your ears, you jump, your eyes going wide as your shoulders raise to almost touch your ears.

Eddie’s beside you in an instant, his body tense, but once he realizes what made you jump, he chuckles. You look over at him with a sheepish smile, then continue to walk, albeit closer to him than before.

When you’re finally out of the alley that you’re sure you’ll never want to walk down alone again, a strange feeling spreads through your body. You look around nervously, keeping yourself alert as you continue to walk. It almost feels like someone is watching you, and you don’t like it. You know you’re relatively safe; most people who would plan to attack you would back off if you’re with a man, but you can’t help but still feel on edge.

Eddie is smirking as he walks behind you, grateful for the cat that put you on edge. It wasn’t something they had planned, but it was a good way to get you to react exactly how they want you to.

As you continue walking, you hear something in the distance, a bottle breaking, you think, but you’re not sure which direction it’s coming from. It rings in your ears, and you jump again, practically jumping into Eddie’s arms. He lets out a low grunt as you make contact with his chest, but his arms are around you in an instant, squeezing a little too tight, fingers digging into your plush middle.

“Shhh. I got you, honey. You’re safe.” he whispers into your ear. He smirks down at your scared expression and trembling form as your head swivels all around, desperately looking for the sound of the noise. You will never find it, though. They’ll make sure of that.

Eddie’s embrace, paired with his sweet words, calm you down, and soon enough, you’re detaching yourself from him and continuing to walk as you mumble a soft “thank you.”

You feel nervous the entire way back to your apartment after that, still feeling like someone is watching you. Every small sound makes you flinch, but Eddie is quick to shush you, telling you that he’s right here.

The noises are almost dizzying, and if you didn’t think the idea was so ridiculous and unlikely, you’d think that someone is messing with you. Footsteps to your left, something being kicked down the street behind you, another bottle breaking to your right. It feels like someone is circling you, like you’re their prey.

Once you’re finally home, you stop at your apartment door, looking up at Eddie with a soft smile. There’s still a hint of fear in your eyes, which Eddie sees immediately, and he smirks as you try to cover it with your smile. Poor thing. You haven’t seen scary yet.

“Thank you.” you say softly. It’s late, and your apartment walls are paper thin. You know if you speak any louder than a whisper, one of your annoying neighbours will complain to the landlord. And you really don’t need any more problems with him.

“Of, course. That’s what friends are for.” he tells you, peeking into your apartment over your head as you turn and open your door. He desperately wants you to invite him in, but he knows it’s far too early for that. He’ll wait until the time is appropriate.

He can tell that once you turn to face him again, you’re going to say good night, and he’s desperate to keep you here. He wants to see you again, soon.

“Christopher has been asking about you. Wondering when you’re gonna come visit.” he says, shoving his hands into his pocket as he feigns indifference. You smile, thinking about Christopher. He’s a good kid, and you love to see him when you go to Eddie’s house. With the way Eddie is looking at you, it hardly seems like Chris is the one that wants you over, but you’re too oblivious to tell.

“I’m off next Thursday. I could come by then?” you say, raising your brows as an unsure expression crosses your face. He gives you an almost devilish smile at your words, and nods.

“It’s a date.” he murmurs, his eyes trailing down your figure. He loves when you wear your black mini skirt, and if he and Buck didn’t get most of your attention when they’re at the bar, he would be tempted to gut all the men that stare at your ass as you serve them.

“Okay.” you speak quietly, nodding as you smile up at him. He bids you goodnight, then turns and walks back down the hallway toward the elevator. Before he makes it to the elevator, he turns to see you still watching him walk, and he smirks before he speaks.

“And don’t forget to lock your doors. There’s a lot of creeps out there.”

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deathbecomesitself · 3 years ago

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Hello!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Bloodplay, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Stabbing, somewhat blood kink, Painplay, Violence, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Don't Try This At Home, I just have a thing for people covered in blood, in movies!!!, I swear i am a sane person, Ownership, Dom/sub Undertones, Knife Play Summary:

“I want to know what it felt like.”

Eddie pauses, his hands steady as he adjusts his grip, his eyes narrowing. He glances down at Buck, who's watching him with a mixture of anticipation and something darker, something Eddie remembers from not long ago. “Right now?”

Buck nods, his breath quickening, his excitement barely contained. “Yeah, right now. Please?”

Or, the one where they try out knifeplay.

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achilles-rage · 3 months ago

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thirteen crows: chapter two

summary: you go out for girl’s night, unaware of the eyes on you.

word count: 2.2k

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warnings: stalking, hints of body shaming from a friend, mentions of violence (nothing graphic), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You’re just finishing putting on your shoes when your coworker, Grace, knocks on the door. You’re supposed to go out with some friends tonight, Grace included, and since she lives in the same building as you, you decide to walk to the bar you’re going to together.

Since Eddie walked you home two weeks ago, you’ve felt even more on edge for some reason, and you’re not sure why. They’ve been coming into the bar even more often, and one or the other has been walking you home each time, but you still can’t fight the feeling that something isn't quite right. You feel like there’s always eyes on you, even when you’re in the safety of your own apartment.

If you manage to find the little eyes strategically placed in hard to see places throughout your apartment; your bedroom, your kitchen, your living room, you’d know you have every reason to feel this way. But for now, you feel a little silly for worrying so much.

“Well, one of us has to change.” Grace teases when you open the door, a wide smile on her face. She’s clearly already a little drunk, and you laugh as she squeezes past you and into your apartment.

You’re both wearing similar black miniskirts; hers more form fitting while yours is looser, with black going out tops. While neither of you are necessarily looking for men at the bar, both of you clearly figured that if the black skirts you wear to work get more tips, they’ll probably work to get free drinks too.

“Are we still meeting the others at the bar?” you ask her once she’s plopped down onto your couch. She nods, pulling her phone out of her purse and checking it.

“They’re already on their way. I guess we should go.” she tells you, although she doesn’t make a move to get up. Cass and Afsah are more Grace’s friends than yours, and they came up with the plan before Afsah asked Grace if you wanted to come, so the conversation is still going on in their own group chat.

“Alright, let’s go. I’m ready.” you tell Grace, and she lets out a loud, exasperated sigh before she stands and walks toward the door. You both check yourselves in the mirror in your entryway one more time before you exit your apartment and make your way down to the sidewalk.

You’re a few drinks in, and a small part of you feels like you’re suffocating from the heat radiating off of the warm bodies filling the space of the bar when you all collapse into the booth in the back of the room. You and Grace sit on one side of the booth while Cass and Afsah sit on the other, all of you holding half-empty glasses.

The miniskirts had worked, and you and Grace had both gotten free drinks from random men. The only difference, however, is that when the bartender had slid a shot towards you and told you that a man at the other end of the counter had sent it, Grace took it from your hands mid-air and downed it before you could protest.

You almost laughed at her antics, not even thinking to look over at the man who sent you the drink as you look at Grace, but when you heard her mumble something like “it was probably meant for me, anyway,” the laugh dies in your throat. You had noticed that when you met with Afsah and Cass, Grace went on and on about how good they looked, and she said nothing about you. It’s obvious that you don’t exactly look like them, with their slim legs and small waists, but you still think you look good.

“We should do this more often.” Afsah is the first to speak after you’ve all sat down, and you all nod in agreement, small smiles on your face.

“If we can find a night that we’re all not working again.” you tease, and they all laugh and hum quiet agreements.

You fall into conversation about Cass’s new boyfriend; her trying to convince everyone that this one is much different than her last few relationships, while everyone else gives her skeptical looks.

“I’m just saying, when he goes home, I don’t have to get myself off.” she tells you with a straight face, and everyone bursts into laughter, eyes crinkled and heads tilted back.

“You’ve got a keeper, then.” Grace replies, and you’re about to add on when Afsah’s quiet gasp catches your attention.

You all turn to face the direction she’s looking, and your eyes widen when you see someone wearing a ghostface mask in the middle of the bar’s dance floor, pretending to sneak up on some girls to scare them.

“That’s so insensitive.” Cass says with a shake of her head. You tilt your head, pursing your lips as you watch the guy lift the mask off of his face and laugh loudly as the women slap him in the arm. Grace and Afsah turn back to the group, newfound sparkles in their eyes.

“Come on, it’s hot. You have to admit, the pictures on social media look really good. I don’t know who the killers are, but they look built, and hot.” Grace says with a shrug, her cheeks turning red as you and Cass look at her with wide eyes. A month or so after the killings first started, someone managed to get the killers on video as they were leaving the house. Both were wearing ghostface masks and all black, and both were both very clearly built.

“No, you’re right. I thought the same thing. I mean, the killing is bad, obviously, but they could’ve picked a less attractive mask.” Afsah adds, and you and Cass’s heads snap to her, surprised she’s going along with Grace’s idea. You expect this from Grace, but Afsah less so.

“Absolutely not!” Cass says loudly, a surprised laugh escaping her throat as she speaks. Afsah and Grace just roll their eyes at her, already knowing she wouldn’t be into it, then both turn their stares to you.

“Come one, babe. Don’t act like you wouldn’t fuck them.” Afsah questions you, raising her eyebrows twice. You give her a tight-lipped smile, feeling your cheeks heat up as you think about it.

“Okay, maybe they’re a little hot. But I’m not saying that I’d fuck them.” you reply in a sheepish tone, looking down at the remnants of the drink in your glass. Afsah rolls her eyes, giving you a “really?” look before she’s laughing again.

“I’m just saying, they’d probably make sure you wouldn’t need to get yourself off after too. Well, maybe not you.” Grace says with a shrug before she takes another drink of her watered-down long island iced tea. She mumbles the last sentence, her eyes darting to meet yours before she takes a sip, and while Cass and Afsah laugh and mumble a soft “oh, my god,” not hearing the last part, you do hear it. You force a small smile, looking back down at your drink and swishing the liquid around as you try to keep the tears from forming in your eyes. Grace’s short glance down to your plush stomach doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you immediately know what she means by that. You’re not sure where this is coming from; you’ve always been friendly with Grace, and she’s never said anything like this before.

You’re so distracted by your little girl's night, and then by the comment made by Grace, that you don’t notice your bar regulars keeping close to you the entire night. They keep a far enough distance to not get caught, and while they’re sure Grace is drunk enough to not recognize them, they know that if they get too close to you, you’re sure to spot them. You’ve always been more vigilant than those around you. They’ve noticed that.

A soft, sweet thing like you, you have to be vigilant. Who knows the harm that could come to you at any moment? They want to protect you from the things that could cause you harm, but at the same time, they can’t help but imagine how you’d look with a knife pressed against your pretty skin. How seraphic you’d sound when you begged for your life. How gorgeous you’d look covered in blood.

They heard your entire conversation about them too, and everything Grace had said to you tonight. They knew sitting in the booth directly beside yours would come in handy, even if it was a risk. If doing so didn’t mean they’d go to prison for life, they’d drag Grace out of the bar by her hair and make sure she never bothered you again, but they hold off. They still have so much left to do. And they wouldn’t want to scare their sweet girl too much. Not yet.They roll their eyes at Grace’s comments. Why the hell would they want her when the girl of their dreams is sitting directly beside her? With your soft tummy, and your thick thighs, and the way you try to refuse the tips that you so obviously deserve, while Grace complains about any tip she gets, even if it’s much more than she deserves. It usually is, they think. You’re perfect for them.

By the time your group is ready to leave, you and Cass are practically carrying Grace out of the bar. You’re so focused on making sure neither you, nor Grace fall over that you don’t notice your regulars following you out of the bar and sinking back into the shadows while you’re waiting for your uber. You don’t necessarily have the money for it, but you figure it’ll be worth it if it means not having to get Grace home yourself.

Once you say goodbye to Afsah and Cass and get into the uber, Buck and Eddie are in Buck’s jeep and following your car. Just to make sure you get home okay, of course.

The light turning on in an apartment on the first floor a minute after you walk Grace into your building doesn’t go unnoticed by them. You don’t live on the first floor, and when they see your frame through the crack of the slightly opened curtains, they know it’s Grace’s apartment.

They watch you cross the crack in the curtain a few times, and assume that you’re trying to help her get to bed. You’re such a good person. After the things she said, they wouldn’t blame you if you merely dropped her at her door, then let her fend for herself, but they know you better than that. You’re probably grabbing her some water and some ibuprofen for the morning, and making sure she’s safely tucked in bed before you make your way up to your apartment.

You’re such a good friend, and they wonder if you’d do the same for them. You probably would. It’s just the kind of person you are.

A minute or so after they see the lights turn off in Grace’s apartment, they both get a notification of movement on their phones, and they turn and smirk at each other before Buck slides his phone out of his pocket.

The dim light of the phone is all that illuminates the dark car parked on the gloomy, eerily silent street in front of your apartment building, and both of their faces look devilish as they smirk down at the screen.

You stumble into your living room, haphazardly taking your shoes off as you throw your purse onto the chair. Then, you walk to the fridge and grab a glass, downing the room temperature water you’ve poured yourself from the tap, not even bothering to grab your brita from the fridge.

They let out low groans when you throw off your long sleeve top and settle in front of your fan, their pants growing tight as they watch you try to cool your burning skin from the alcohol coursing through your veins. You’re so adorably oblivious as you close your eyes, your body going relaxed as you lean closer to the fan.

The jeep stays in the same place on the dark street until you’re finally in bed. You’re showered and changed into your most comfortable pajamas, and you have a big water bottle and ibuprofen beside your bed for when the headache finally hits, and you look so peaceful when your pretty eyes finally flutter shut.

It’s a struggle for them to finally drive away, not wanting to leave you when you’re looking so vulnerable. But, you’ll be okay. They’re sure of it. Especially now that you have them.

They act surprised when they see the story on the news the next day: a man was found dead in the alleyway right beside the bar you went to last night. Everyone wonders what he could’ve done to wind up barely recognizable. What could he have done to make someone so angry?

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achilles-rage · 3 months ago

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thirteen crows: chapter five

summary: you’re still reeling from the past 48 hours, but you still have to go to work. buck and eddie come to check on you, and are filled with rage at what they find.

word count: 2.6k

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a/n: this is more focused on buddie’s thoughts on the reader, but i like writing it lol. the start of this chapter was lowkey hard to write and idk why, but it’s fine. enjoy<3

warnings: murder (cute<3could be slightly graphic??), stalking, i make buck and eddie kiss again because it’s fun<3, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

Work is hard without Grace, although you can’t help the voice in the back of your brain that’s telling you that it was hard when she was here too, at least, towards the end. You just found out yesterday that she was dead, for God’s sake, but you still have to drag yourself to work today.

What makes matters worse, is she’s supposed to work with you tonight, and the silence is almost too loud with you and Isaac working quietly alongside each other. Plus, with what happened last night, your brain is all over the place.

There’s no football game tonight, and there’s far less people in the bar as usual. Probably because of the murder just down the street tying back to the Thirteen Crows, you think. While you’re usually a little frustrated during quiet nights because of the lack of tips, the silence tonight is increasingly frustrating, because your head is pounding, and your thoughts about Grace and your dream-not-dream is making you want to scream.

Buck and Eddie pick up on your demeanor immediately when they walk into the bar, their eyes focused on you as they walk towards the counter. You don’t even greet them with a smile, which you do even on your worst days, and for a moment, they almost feel bad. This thought is gone almost as soon as it arrives, however, as they know that it’ll be easier for them to get closer to you now.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice they’re there until they’re sitting directly in front of you, and Isaac nudges your arm. You blink slowly, your eyes finally coming back into focus as you look at Eddie, and then at Buck. You smile a little as you greet them, but they see that the smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

Seeing you like this is hell. They don’t want you to be upset, especially about Grace. Sure, they want to see you afraid, just sometimes, but never sad.

They know their actions are justifiable, and that you’ll thank them one day for making you happier than ever, but right now, they know they should feel guilty about everything. The problem is, they don’t. They know that they should, yet somehow, all they can think about is making you theirs to touch, and mark, and make scream.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asks when you finally set their beers in front of them. Your eyes flutter as you inhale a shaky breath, your gaze going unfocused again as you stare at him. Within a second, you’re covering your mouth with your hand as you let out a sob and running to the back room.

Isaac’s eyes widen, and Buck and Eddie look at each other, not knowing what to do or how to feel. Seeing the tears in your eyes for a split second before you turn surprises Buck and Eddie; you were doing so good for them all day, puttering around your house, and Buck feels his heart clench at the sight.

They don’t notice Isaac following your path a minute later, telling them he’ll be right back as he’s already halfway to the back. Their heads are turned to each other, staring intensely as they both rack their brains for what the hell they’re supposed to do.

“Should we feel bad about this?” Buck asks, his leg starting to bounce as his heart hammers in his chest.

“Hell no. That bitch got what she deserved. She’s just confused. She knows she wanted her dead, and she doesn’t want to admit that yet. She’ll come running to us sooner or later, and we’ll make her feel better, just like last night.” Eddie reasons in a stern, hushed voice, and Buck nods, mumbling a “yeah, you’re right.” Buck turns to look ahead of him again as he takes a sip of his beer, hoping the alcohol will calm his nerves.

Buck’s eyes narrow, however, when you come back out a few minutes later with Isaac’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, his lips dangerously close to your ear. He feels his blood pumping through him, but now, it’s not because he feels bad. Any hint of guilt evaporates from his body, and all he wants to do at this moment is rip Isaac’s arm from your shoulders, maybe even from the socket so he can hear him scream.

Eddie smirks when he sees Buck’s reaction, and he knows he’s back on track. He wants to leave right now and plan a gruesome, bloody death for Isaac right fucking now, but he stays in his seat. He lets out a low grunt as he feels Buck’s hand latch onto his thigh, fingers digging into the flesh. He nudges his arm, trying to snap him out of his rage as he looks over at him, and it helps a little; he can feel his grip easing up, but the look in his eyes still looks dangerous.

Eddie gives you a reassuring smile once you’re back in front of them, and when you give them both a soft, tear-filled apology, Buck seems to snap out of it, and his eyes soften.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. What’s up?” Buck asks, giving Eddie a quick, knowing look. Eddie smirks and focuses back on you, leaning forward as you babble your explanation of Grace’s death.

“We’re so sorry, sweetheart. Is there anything else? It seems like there’s more going on inside your pretty head.” Eddie says, and you bite the inside of your cheek before you shake your head adamantly.

They’re trying to figure out if you’ll say anything about your encounter with them. Working their way up to it slowly to see if you’ll break, which means they’d have to come visit you again.

Of course there’s more going on in your head, you think. Your friend-not-friend just died, and you don’t know what to think about it. And to make matters worse, rather than mourning the loss, half your time today has been spent thinking about those masked men, and what they probably didn’t do to you. And why you liked it so much.

“I’m just so scared. I don’t know what to do. She worked with me; she lived in my building.” you speak finally. You are telling the truth; you can’t help but think that it could very well be you laying God knows where, cold and soulless, but instead, you’re still alive. Buck and Eddie are about to speak, when Isaac’s voice cuts them off, and they try to keep straight faces as they look over at him.

“You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll protect you if anything happens. I promise.” he tells you earnestly, as if he actually believes it. They almost chuckle at his confidence, but their eyelids are practically twitching as they stare him down. That’s their job. And besides, no one will be able to protect you better than they can.

The laughs threatening to escape their mouths disappear when they look over at you, and you give him a small smile. This time, it’s a real one.

You feel slightly more relaxed at Isaac’s words, and you can’t help but bury your face into his neck as you wrap your arms firmly around his torso. He shushes you softly, kissing the top of your head as he gently rocks you both back and forth. You don’t see Buck and Eddie’s reactions, but their hands are twitching on the counter, just waiting for the perfect moment to rip you away from Isaac and into their embrace.

You know Isaac can’t really promise that you’ll stay safe, but it warms your heart anyway. He’s not exactly a small man; smaller than both Eddie and Buck, but he says it with so much conviction that you can’t help the way your cheeks heat up.

They continue to talk to you throughout your shift, and while you reply to them with ease, clearly not as on-edge as before, you can still feel the pit in your stomach. Something feels off. You know it must just be because Grace is dead, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something else.

By the time Buck and Eddie leave, you’ve warmed up to Isaac, and it makes them seethe with rage. They follow you home that night, making sure Isaac keeps his filthy hands to himself and doesn’t try to take advantage of you in your fragile state. They make sure you’re safely behind your locked door by watching the grainy image on their phone screens, and then they make their way home. They know they could easily take advantage of Isaac walking back from your house alone at 2am, but they hold back. They have something better. Something that will take away their competition and make sure that you cling to them and no one else.

A few nights later, you’re walking home from work again with Isaac. He keeps close to you the entire time, hand brushing yours, and you can feel yourself slowly starting to calm down.

Isaac has been the best form of calm in the storm for you for the past week, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s easy on the eyes. You can’t help but feel safe around him.

It made you giggle at first to see the way he puffs his chest out when he walks you home, almost as if daring anyone to mess with you, but now you find it endearing. He’s not nearly as vigilant as Eddie when he walked you home that one night a couple weeks ago, but it makes you smile nonetheless.

You let out a sharp gasp as two arms wrap around you from behind, one hand slapping over your mouth to muffle your screams and the other hand digging into the supple flesh of your tummy. Your eyes widen when you see the masked man beside you, grabbing Isaac by the back of his shirt and dragging him into the alley you’re passing by.

You feel the cool mask against your cheek as the man behind you leans closer to your ear, a muffled voice being heard through the fabric.

“You think he can protect you, sweet girl?” Your blood runs cold.

That name. You hadn’t been dreaming; they really were in your room that night. No one else has ever called you that, and if you really had dreamed it, this would be one hell of a coincidence.

You try to scream as the smaller man starts to throw quick punches to Isaac. His nose is already bleeding, and judging by the crack you heard, you’re sure it’s broken. You try to fight against the grip of the larger man holding you hostage, but it’s no use. You try not to think about the sheer size of the man’s arms encasing you; how strong they are as Isaac falls to the ground and holds a hand up in surrender.

You can barely see through your tears as the masked man pulls out the knife, identical to the one they dragged across your skin in your apartment, and you’re sure it’s the same one.

You close your eyes before the knife is buried into Isaac’s chest, but the man behind you tuts, moving his hand off of your mouth and letting his fingers dig into your chubby cheeks.

“Watch, baby. Watch how easy it is for us to kill him. How easy it is to get to you.” he purrs, and you let out a quiet sob as you open your eyes. Isaac’s shirt is already covered in blood when you finally look at his crumpled form, and you watch as the knife is repeatedly driven into his torso.

Isaac’s eyes meet yours before they roll back, and you almost fall over, your knees buckling underneath you. The man behind you holds you up, shushing you softly as if trying to comfort you. You can’t help but lean back into his chest, closing your eyes as you silently sob.

The man in front of you stands up and walks toward you, holding the bloody knife to your throat, the tip of it pressing uncomfortably against your skin.

“Look at me.” you hear, and you slowly lower your gaze to meet the black, empty eyes of the mask.

“You’re a smart girl. What do you think I’m gonna say, sweet girl?” he rasps, and your lip quivers as you try not to look away.

“If I tell anyone, you’ll gut me.” you whisper, unable to raise your voice any louder as you quote what they said to you in your apartment. You hear both men chuckle, and you tilt your head away as the man behind you nuzzles his masked face against your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you? He was weak. He couldn’t protect you, isn’t that right?” the man in front of you asks in a condescending tone. You nod quickly, whimpering as you feel the tip of the blade press against your skin harder.

“Yes. Yes. He couldn’t protect me.” you sob, letting out a breath as the knife is finally removed from your neck.

“That’s right. Now, go home, sweet girl. Wouldn’t want anyone else to die for you, yeah?” the man in front of you speaks in a low tone, and you nod again. His head moves slightly as his gaze moves to his partner, and you can feel the man’s hesitancy to let you go. He does, though, but not before he brings a hand down to your ass, smacking it hard.

You yelp as you jump away from them, almost falling over now that his strong arms aren’t holding you up. They both stand beside each other in matching stances, their heads tilting in the same way, and it makes you shiver.

“Go. Now.” You don’t waste any more time. You turn and run out of the alley and down the street, not stopping until you’re inside your apartment. When they can no longer hear your footsteps, they pull their masks off and look back over at Isaac’s body, slowly bleeding out. They meet each other’s eyes again with smirks, and then Eddie pulls Buck in for a kiss by the back of his neck.

“Good. You’re learning to control yourself.” Eddie rasps against his lips, and Bucks hums contently, feeling the tent in his pants grow.

You try to catch your breath as your back hits your door. Your knees finally give out, and without the man to catch you this time, you slide down the door to sit on your carpet, taking in large, shaky breaths as you try to quiet your sobs.

You know you can’t call the police, their words swarm in your head as soon as you think about that option, and you throw that idea away. You can’t do anything. Either way, from what you hear, the cops have no leads. Telling them would be pointless, and they might not even believe you.

Your skin is itching as you sit inside the entryway of your apartment, sobbing into your hands, and Buck and Eddie watch you through their phones intently. They’re smug with themselves; the fear in your eyes is everything they wanted, and they got to kill the motherfucker that tried to steal you away from them.

They don’t miss the way your skirt rides up your legs; their favourite of yours; the black miniskirt. When they’re finally sure that you’re not going to call anyone, their attention finally moves to the tent in their pants, cocks hard and leaking as they picture the fear in your eyes and the edge in your voice.

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