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legally binded - 2

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Chapter 2: Lakers, Headlines… New York?

Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: dual pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of substances, intoxication, mature language, real people. (do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable)

(this is all fiction!)

Note: part 2 of legally binded! I hear yall and I see the comments! This will be a series, got a lot of ideas for this one. But of course, I am open to hearing what you guys think and want to see! A little bonding moment for R and Jenna 😮‍💨

Word Count: 6.3k+ (lol sorry, may have gone overboard!)

“So… what does this mean, exactly?” Jenna asks for both of you.

“We’re gonna make the two of you the talk of the town. And hopefully get people to back off on the allegations that Jenna is difficult to work with and that Y/N is entering her Justin Bieber phase — and not the good one.” Your PR agent, Liv, purses her lips.

Jenna can’t help the snort that leaves her lips, awkwardly coughing to hide it. But you catch it anyway, throwing her a glare.

“Difficult to work with huh?” You speak up — in faux interest. “Not hard to see why.”

This time Jenna is the one glaring at you. “You don’t even know me.”

“You don’t know me either.” You huff.

“Enough!” Jake yells. Anger steadily rose in the man’s bloodstream.

You and Jenna flinch at his loudness. Sliding down the chair, you feel ashamed again; ignoring Jenna’s piercing glare.

Liv is sighing but opts not to add fuel to the fire. “It’s going to take a few hours to get the paperwork and contract drafted —but once it’s done we’ll have it sent over to you. For now, get to know each other, I don’t know.”

You shoot Liv a scowl. She was making this already awkward situation so much worse.

She catches your look, sighing, “Just–pretend this is another job and you’re new castmates. Anything please. ” She rolls her eyes, already fed up with what disaster this morning has been.

“You can do that, right?” Liv crosses her arms, staring at you two in question.

“Yes.” Jenna mumbles.

“Mhmm.” You hum lazily, changing the subject. “Can we tell people? That this isn’t real?”

Liv glances at Jake and Sarah sharing a silent conversation. They nod at each other. “If they sign an NDA. Only family, your team and us. This cannot leave the room.”

You feel pale. You couldn’t even tell the people around you about this fake relationship without binding them to a contract? Suddenly, the situation starts to feel more real; the carpet of delusion being pulled from under you.

You’re standing up, pushing the chair back with a loud scrape that rings terribly against your ears. “I need some air.”

“You’re really leaving in the middle of a meeting?” Jenna questions with a snip, crossing her arms.

“Sorry your highness, I got better places to be. Liv you can send the contract to my assistant. Ortega, wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you… but well.” You trail off, shrugging.

Liv and Jake are fuming red in the face at your words, but you were still hungover and the comedown was begging to wreak havoc – your irritation getting harder to restrain.

Jenna’s face scrunches, offended. You walk away, not bothering to listen for a response.

“There’s no way I can work with her…” You catch it anyway.

●●●

“I mean can you believe what they’re asking me to do!” You pace up and down your living room.

“Oh come on, I don’t buy the allegations that she’s difficult, you know they love to tear women down when they get their come up.” Link reasons tapping on his phone.

“I mean how can this face be rude?” He holds up a picture of Jenna at the SAG awards and you furrow your brows because you don’t remember seeing her there — you might have been late.

You were just nominated anyway. So you pulled a Beyoncé and only showed up for your category.

“Maybe Jenna’s not so bad?”

“Quit it.”

It was now mid-afternoon and the battering Californian sun was shining bright above clear skies and through your floor-to-ceiling windows. You bought this house in the Palisades for the peace it provided you. Not too far from central L.A. but still tucked away enough for a moment of solitude with a life like yours.

It was your own version of a sanctuary – like a home should be.

“Okay, that sounds crazy, I agree. But dude, you fucked up. Big time.” Your long-time friend Link said.

You and Link grew up together and when you got your come up, best believe you took your best friend with you. You offered to help him out while he lives with you as you achieve your dreams but ever the stubborn guy, he refused. Only agreeing to move to Los Angeles with you if he works as your assistant to earn his keep.

He’s a good guy like that.

Since then, he’s been by your side. Through every disappointment, bad news, great news, red carpets, and movie premieres. You couldn’t do this job without him.

He’s like your brother.

“I know!” You groan, dropping to the couch. Why the hell did you let your designer choose these couches? They were stiffer than a plank of wood.

“Look at this article online, 2-time Grammy winner and Academy Award Nominee, Y/N L/N’s fall from grace? Sin City indeed! The actress blacks out at a Vegas strip club! Click here to see exclusive mugshots.”

“They’re selling my fucking mugshots?” You lift your head above the headrest horrified, watching Link sit across the room on a bar stool reading his phone.

“I’m pretty sure they’re public domain.” He refutes.

Falling back, you groan louder – hiding your face behind your palms.

“I don’t see how you have a choice, buddy.” He sighs, placing his phone on the bar top.

“There has to be another way. Why can’t I just run away? I’ll fly back home for a couple of weeks, and let all of this shit die down. It’s worked before.”

“Yeah, I told Jake and Liv you’d say that.” He rolls his eyes, walking to you. “I don’t think you can run from this one, Y/N.”

The softness in his voice has you sighing in defeat. He’s right, you know he’s right. This wasn’t just some tiny mistake you can brush under the carpet like all the other ones. This was serious.

You got arrested. For blacking out with someone who had drugs on them. In a strip club, no less.

What a mess.

Something like this could seriously hurt your career. You could lose roles, relationships, connections, brand deals – the blood, sweat, and tears you poured in; everything you worked so hard for – gone.

“I know… Doesn’t make me wanna do it more though,” You mumble, distantly staring at the high ceiling.

He chuckles, “I know bud. But this is what we signed up for, right?”

You frown. It’s what we signed up for.

It’s a mantra that you have adopted in all your years as a working performer. It certainly wasn’t the most comforting and loving thing to say, but it works because it’s true and there’s no greater motivator than a slap in the face to reality.

You much preferred tough love anyway.

“Right.” You mutter.

“Come on, I think Jenna’s manager just sent me the signed contract, they’re just waiting for your signature.” He walks off to his office.

You close your eyes, letting the sun warm you up through the glass panes. A few moments pass until Link comes back out with a tablet and pen. “Sign here, under Jenna’s signature.”

She has pretty handwriting – you note as you sign the electronic document.

Call it weird but you had a thing for people with neat handwriting, steady hands and all that.

But then you remember who the professional signature belonged to and forced yourself to snap out of it.

“Did you even read it?” He arches a brow.

“That’s what lawyers are for.”

He scoffs, “Okay, superstar. It basically says what you and Jenna need to do. Public spottings at first, then dates, appearances at each other's events. Maybe posts on social media, but the idea is to be discreet – we can’t have it seem like we’re using this to scrub away the Vegas incident.”

“But that’s exactly what we’re doing,” You sigh.

“Yeah, but they don’t know that. And it’s your damn job to make sure they don’t ever find out either.”

You rub your forehead; a headache beginning to form. Not sure if it was from the hangover or from all this PR mess.

“Anways,” He takes the tablet out of your hands. “I’ll send these over to Liv. Now as for you. Go upstairs, take a shower because you smell horrendous and then put on what your stylist picked out.”

Wrinkling your nose, you ask, “What, why? I literally just got back, I already have to go out and show my face? The paparazzi will hound me.”

“We have to beat the Vegas headline with a bigger story, so you need to be seen with Jenna ASAP. That means out for a late lunch at a well-known spot downtown. You have to act like the news doesn’t bother you – like you’re moving past it.”

“Who goes out for late lunch?”

He sends you a pointed look.

“I’ll be upstairs…” You mumble, dragging your feet as you ascend the steps.

●●●

You tap your fingers on the steering wheel, glancing up at the modest house through your sunglasses.

A mid-modern century house in Glendale. Not where you pictured her to live but whatever. Her front yard was bare but professionally trimmed. No signs of any plant life that made the space look a little… dull. The only signs of life in the house was the humble SUV that you assumed belonged to the young actress.

Your tapping grows impatient the longer you wait.

As if staring harder at the front door will make the actress come out faster. Another five agonizing minutes pass – you seriously consider pulling away to go home and sleep off this hangover but Link stood a good half-foot taller than you.

He’d lock your ass out of your own home.

Eventually, the door opens and the short brunette walks down the driveway in confident strides. Dressed in jeans, combat boots and a cardigan; those headphones around her neck, again. Somehow, she looked consistently gothic and you pondered if she really was like her character in real life.

You see her scan your Mercedes-AMG GT3 for a moment before pulling the passenger door open; sliding into the cushy seats. “Nice car.”

You blink, “Thanks… you sure took your time though,”

You couldn’t stop the slight attitude that accompanied your words.

She gives you a sharp glance, “why didn’t you just ring the doorbell?”

“You had to unlock the gate to let me in, you knew I was waiting outside.” You huff, staring at her back.

“Then would have waited in the living room if you had knocked. What difference does it make?” She shrugs.

“That’s not the poi–” You gruff but stop, inhaling a deep breath. The pounding in your skull was begging for you to cool down.

“I think I much preferred waiting in the car… alone.” You whisper the last bit then shoot her a sarcastic glance; shifting the gear in reverse.

You don’t bother to check if she had her seatbelt on as you aggressively pull out her driveway; leaving skid marks on the pavement.

She jerks forward at the sudden movement. “Shit– a little warning next time?” She glares bracing herself on the dashboard.

“Hands off the leather,” You bite as you pull off her street and to the restaurant Link sent you the directions to.

She scoffs. “My driveway!”

●●●

“Table for 2 under Ortega? Please follow me, can I be the first one to say how delighted we are that you two decided to dine here.” The host enthused a little too much.

“It’s our pleasure.” Jenna answers politely.

You plaster a tight-lipped smile keeping quiet; sliding a modest hand on Jenna’s back when he leads you past other patrons and to a secluded table – heads already turning in your direction. Jenna jumps, sending you a menacing glare and for a moment you feel slightly scared by the fire in her eyes – dropping your hand immediately.

Okay, no touching. Got it.

“Here we are, the best seat in the house. We have complementary champagne on the table to start your evening. We’ll give you a few moments to get settled,” He sends a tight smile causing his wrinkles to show – definitely trying too hard but you’d never say no to free alcohol.

“Thank you,” You bid, pulling a chair out for Jenna.

She walks to claim the opposite chair, assuming you’re taking the one you pulled out. But she stares as you stand behind the open chair, awkwardly. Only then did she seem to realize that the seat was for her.

Raising her brows, she looked a little surprised but wordlessly and a bit awkwardly (she sends a tight-lipped smile) sits over to the chair allowing you to push it in for her, before taking your own seat across.

The first thing you grab is the bottle of champagne and the flute.

You miss Jenna’s tracking eyes as you pour a hefty glass. “Is that really the best thing for you to have, especially after last night? Also, it’s like 4 PM.”

“I didn’t know you were the alcohol police and it’s 8 PM somewhere.” You take big gulps of the champagne, savouring the way it burned but also felt cool on the way down.

“Trust me, I’m not. But my ass is on the line here too and there are people watching.” She grits out the last part, signalling with her eyes. You glance up catching two girls from another table with their phones up, no doubt taking pictures and recording you and Jenna.

Looking away, you place the glass flute down, sitting back in your seat with a slump. “Fine…”

“When are you going to take this seriously?” She whispers, tone: sharp.

“I am taking this seriously,” You fight to keep your face impassive knowing there are eyes on you both.

“No, you’re not. You couldn’t even sit through the meeting this morning and now you’re acting like a child. Might I remind you, we’re in this mess because of you.”

You clench your jaw, trying your hardest not to blow up in this fine establishment.

“I’m the reaso—“

“Are we ready to order?” The waitress cuts in.

“Yes, we are.” Jenna turns to her with that large, sweet smile that sells millions.

●●●

‘New Gal-Pals in Hollywood, Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega spotted out for lunch’

It was now the following day after your ‘lunch date’ with Jenna and you wish to say it only got better as time went on but that would be a lie. You two did not get along – at all. How was it possible for your management to find the one person on this planet that you just couldn’t get along with.

You know difficult, you can handle difficult. You’ve worked with the likes of Shia Lebeouf, Gweneth Paltrow, Michael Bay… just to name a few. You’ve had your fair share of difficult colleagues.

But this girl? She’s something else.

“Gal pals? Really?” Your nose scrunches in distaste.

“No wait, this one’s better! Wednesday star Jenna Ortega supports new bestie, Y/N L/N amid Vegas arrest.”

“Stop.” But Link’s loud laughter overpowers you.

“Oh! We got one that’s different, Trouble-maker, A-lister, Y/N L/N, will drag down rising-star Jenna Ortega!”

“Okay, that’s just bullshit.” You pique up.

“Rising star?” Jenna voices in disdain.

“Enough!” Liv’s voice echoes from your laptop speaker. “This isn’t the headline we wanted.”

You roll your eyes, scanning the candid photo of you and Jenna sitting at the restaurant.

The images look tame enough and can definitely be interpreted as just two friends out for a bite. News outlets don’t buy it, but the internet is already freaking out; spewing out unsolicited opinions on this new pairing. Some think you two are just friends, some think it’s a date, others think it’s for a movie role.

“I thought I did a good job,” Jenna speaks up on the other line of the Facetime call.

“Clearly not…” You mumble, but she catches it anyway, rolling her eyes.

“We need to up the ante, this is not good enough.” Liv sighs and you can hear the trepidation through the call.

“Like what?”

“There’s a Lakers game tonight and you two are making your first official appearance.” She grins with mischief.

“Lakers?” Jenna rouses, sounding excited.

“How would they interpret that differently than before?” Shaking your head.

“I got a plan already, darling. I have a guy in TMZ who’s going to break the first official headline that you two are in the ‘getting to know each other’ stage. Which is where you two come in… after the game headlines of your guys’ date night will be the number one trending topic.” She explains, eyes lighting up in excitement.

Liv loves to lay out her plans to whoever was willing to listen — you’re already tuning her out.

You are sure her plan is genius like she says it is.

“Are they versing someone decent, at least?” You ask tiredly. When were you going to get some time to yourself?

“Celtics.”

“I’m in.”

●●●

“Do you really have to wear sunglasses indoors? Everyone knows we’re here.” Jenna whispers from beside you.

“It’s part of the look.” You retort, sliding down the foldable chair. Why are courtside seats so uncomfortable for all the money I’m paying?

“What look.”

“We got two stars in the Lakers house tonight! Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega!”’ The announcer booms through the stadium speakers.

Looking up at the jumbotron, you and Jenna are plastered big and bright on the screen. You flash a dazzling smile and force your body to untense – ignoring Jenna’s quip.

You embrace the loud cheers and applauds, waving and sending the camera that dazzling smile you have mastered. Jenna copies your movements.

Eventually, the camera pans away from you two and you finally feel like you can breathe again.

“God, I think my eardrums ruptured.” She complains, clutching her earring clad-ears painfully.

You laugh, “Oh come on, you don’t have people shouting for your attention at you at every turn?”

She frowns, shaking her head, “Not at this level… I like to think I still have some anonymity.”

Snorting, you say, “Yeah well, just wait. That’ll all be gone — so enjoy it while you can.”

You don’t see her frown deepen because you spot a familiar face. “Look who’s in the house!”

“Hey!” You stand briskly. Lebron James comes barreling over in large steps; greeting you with a hug and a pat on the back.

“Feeling ready for tonight?” You ask, smiling up at the athlete. Being a big name in Hollywood definitely came with nice perks like knowing world-renowned athletes.

As much as you complain about your life – this is certainly a perk you can’t deny.

“You know it! We’re gonna mop the floors with your lil Celtics team.” He smirks making you laugh.

“Okay, save the trash-talking for the court... This is Jenna by the way.” You move to the side to reveal Jenna sitting; watching the two of you with a flabbergasted look on her face.

“Nice to meet you, Jenna. My kids loved Wednesday, I think my daughter might dress up as you this Halloween.” He jokes; shaking her hand.

It was quite an amusing sight to see Jenna crane her neck to meet the basketball player’s eyes. And you really tried your hardest not to snort when her tiny hands slide into his gigantic palms – her upper arm practically disappearing in his grasp.

They continue talking for a few more moments before the basketball player eventually bids his goodbye to continue warming up.

“You’re friends with Lebron James?” She asked in disbelief when you sit back down.

“Yeah, is that surprising?” You arch a brow.

“Yes?” She asks like you were stupid for even asking.

You chuckle. “Well, now you know.”

“Also… a Celtics fan, really? That’s just disgraceful.” She shakes her head.

You scrunch your face in faux annoyance, puffing your chest proudly, “Hell yeah the Celtics! We’re gonna wipe the court with your little Lakers in their own house.”

“Don’t let people hear you say that, you’ll be stoned,” She laughs heartily.

For a brief moment, you watch as she shakes in laughter at her own joke – unable to fight the infectiousness of her laugh. Her bangs shake with her movements as she attempts to hide her smile behind her hand.

Were you guys getting along? Nah, impossible.

“I’ll just use you as a shield.”

“I’m like five-foot, I don’t think I’ll be much help.” She snorts.

“Pocket-sized shield – makes travelling easier.” You shrug, smirking.

She shoots you a side-eye but you see the smirk she tries to hide from you.

Eventually, the national anthem is sung and tip-off begins. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying yourself right now. After the weekend disaster in Vegas, all you wanted to do was sleep away your fuck-ups. But this… isn’t so bad.

Jenna seems to have loosened up and allowed herself to enjoy the game.

You cheer enthusiastically when the Celtics go on a 12-0 run in the fourth quarter.

The score is 94 - 90, with the Lakers in the lead. You were standing now, your concession drinks and snacks forgotten under your chair. The energy in the stadium is infectious as everyone cheers for their respective teams.

“This is what I’m talking about, now we got a game!” You clap loudly, yelling.

“$100 Lakers win this one.” The sweet voice shouts over the crowd.

You turn, grinning. “That’s it? $1000, Celtics win.”

The quiet contemplation is burning bright in her eyes, but eventually, she gives in extending her hand. “You’re on.”

Somehow, your grin stretches wider when she slides her hand in yours to seal the deal. “I can’t wait to be a $1000 richer.”

“In your dreams,” she clicks her tongue, focusing on the court.

“Come on ref, that was a foul!” She shouts at the checkered-shirt man as he runs past you.

She’s not looking at you but you find yourself unable to look away from her.

Granted, you barely knew anything about Jenna before meeting her yesterday. But you think you like this laid-back version of her more than the one you met at first.

A whistle-blowing breaks your staring before it becomes too obvious.

Eventually, the game goes into overtime with the score being 104 - 104 when the Lakers gets both free throws in. You’re practically shaking in excitement as you watch from courtside.

You are bent over, hands on your knees like a soccer mom watching their kid get a penalty kick. You miss Jenna snapping a photo of the court with you bent over in the corner of the picture.

“Come on, Tatum!” You shout, a vein on your forehead protruding.

“Did you say a $1000 richer?” She mocks, using your words against you.

“Don’t go on a victory lap yet,” You stand as the last time-out is called, “The score’s even and there’s still 5 seconds on the clock. It’s anybody's game right now.”

When the whistle blows signalling time-out is over, you are tense again. Jenna seems to share your sentiments as she absentmindedly grabs your jacket when the Celtics shooting guard walks behind the line to inbound the ball.

Anticipation getting the best of her.

You ignore the touch – unsure if you wanted to pull away or never move your arm again.

“Shit!” You yell when someone on the Lakers intercepts the Celtics attempt to inbound — sloppily passing it to another player in gold and purple.

3 seconds remaining on the clock and a fast-break on the Lakers side ensues; green jerseys struggling to keep up.

“Schroder tips the Celtics inbound and manages to pass it off to Thompson, to James! James with a hail mary from half-court with 2 seconds, will he make it!” The announcer exclaims.

It was like the movies when everything goes silent and somehow you see everything in slow motion. You watch as the ball spins high above in the air with the powerful throw from the Laker’s power forward. The only thing you feel is Jenna’s fist gripping your arm, bunching the jacket in her hands.

You unconsciously lean into her; the intensity of the room bouncing off you.

The ball continues to spin until it amazingly flies through the basket with a satisfying swoosh and the buzzer rings loudly.

The crowd explodes – bursting into loud cheers.

“Holy shit!” Jenna jumps, cheering.

“No fucking way.” You groan.

You feel her grab your shoulders to face her, still jumping up and down; a large smile on her face. You find yourself matching her grin despite your team not winning.

Nodding in defeat, you admit, “Okay, okay… that was a pretty great game.”

“Great?” She shakes you like a rag doll, “That was the best game I’ve ever seen!”

“Are you turning into a basketball fan, Miss Ortega?” You tease as she pulls away from you.

Still with a grin, she says, “Never… Football will always have my heart.”

“I didn’t peg you for an NFL fan but I guess I’ve heard stranger things.” You tease as she rolls her eyes.

“Soccer, Y/N.”

“Why didn’t you just call it the proper name then?”

“We are not starting this.” She holds a hand up, turning to sit back in her seat. The high of winning the bet, dwindling away.

●●●

“This is me…” Jenna says into the quiet night air.

You shifted on your feet as you stood by your car. The night had been an unexpected…. success. After the game, you two made sure to stick around to chat and take pictures with fans in the crowd.

The more eyes that saw you two together, the better.

“Um… this was nice, I guess.” You mumble, feeling a bit awkward now that it was just you and her.

She blinks up at you, surprised by your admission. “Uh – yeah, this wasn’t bad. Surprising, but not bad.”

A small smile creeps on your face, “Okay, well I guess I’ll see you later… or whenever our managers say we need to be seen together again.”

She laughs, nodding, “Yeah…”

A bright flash from your peripheral has you blinking, unfocused. “What the–”

“Paps…” She sighs. “Kiss my cheek.”

“What?” You asked bewildered.

She sends you a pointed look, turning her back from the direction of the flash so they couldn’t see her face. “Kiss my cheek, they’ll take a picture and then they’ll know we’re not just gal pals.”

Jenna is rolling her eyes but you’re still stuck in your spot. “Y/N.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you clear your throat, “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Something indecipherable shines in her eyes, but it disappears as she blinks, “You’re not asking for my hand in marriage, Y/N. Just kiss my cheek.”

Blushing, you lean down. Shyly placing your lips on her soft-dimpled cheek – she leans into the contact, placing a hand on your neck. Immediately, a flurry of bright flashes and sounds of clicking interrupt the moment.

“Goodnight, Jenna.” You say softly once you pulled away; ignoring the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

“Goodnight.” She takes a moment to look at you before walking to unlock her gate.

You wait until she opens the metal door; not missing the kind eyes she shoots you as she shuts the gate. Only once Jenna’s out of your view did you let out a deep sigh, turning around.

“Y/N! Over here! Did you just kiss Jenna Ortega? What about the singer you were with in Vegas? Are you two over?”

You didn’t want to give the paparazzi lurking on her street more reason to stay, so you keep your head down ignoring their shouting and slip into your car.

●●●

“How was it?” Her sister’s voice can be heard on her phone.

“Awful – she’s a menace, Mia.” Jenna replies as she opens her fridge, looking for a mid-afternoon snack.

It was now Sunday afternoon and as predicted – you and Jenna are the top headline of every major news outlet in America.

“Did you tell her that you loved her in Little Women?”

“What? No, of course not! I’m not gonna tell her that.”

“Why not? You watched that movie like five times when it came out.” Her sister reminds.

“Shut up, Mia.”

“Okay, anyways…” She trails off, laughing. “I saw the pictures. You’re smiling pretty wide with her. Also the kiss on the cheek when she was dropping you off? Chef’s kiss. Just perfect.”

Jenna rolls her eyes, “It’s all part of the act. Of course, I look happy.”

“There’s videos of you jumping on her. I can barely scroll through my Twitter feed without seeing an edit of you two at the game.”

“Stop. I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” Jenna snaps.

“Okay, okay…” Mia laughs and Jenna can picture her raising her hands in surrender. “Let’s talk about New York, are you excited?’

Jenna lets out a repressed sigh. With all of this PR mess with you, she hasn’t had time to think about how busy her schedule is about to be. The Scream VI premiere and SNL is inching closer and the Coachella native is feeling the familiar phantoms of anxiety rumbling in her chest.

“Yeah, of course, I am. It’s SNL…”

“But?” Aliyah, her younger sister’s voice comes out of nowhere.

“But it’s SNL!” Jenna exclaims, “It’s a big deal! What if… what if I fuck up? Or I break character?”

“Okay… let’s take a deep breath,” Mia speaks up. She recognizes her sister’s looming anxiety and knew she had to act before the young actress sends herself into a panic. “You will kill it, like you always do and you won’t mess up. It’s okay to be a little nervous.

“Right, right.” Jenna agrees but the weighted pressure in her chest was still to creeping in.

Mia hums over the line unconvinced, “Listen, the whole family is flying in before your premiere. So don’t worry, we’ll be there, cheering you on!”

Jenna can’t fight the smile that creeps up on her face. The thought of her family being there on one of the most important nights of her career is all she needs. They always had her back, picking her up when she felt like she couldn’t do it anymore. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate that.”

●●●

“You want me to fly to New York, to what– be her personal cheerleader?” You dead-pan, watching as Link frantically throws clothes and shoes into a suitcase.

It’s been about a week since the Lakers and Celtics game and news of you and Jenna’s night out in town are still abuzz. The two of you made a couple more subtle appearances over the last couple of days and the media is eating it up shamelessly. Pictures of you and the star are plastered on the front pages; be it grabbing coffee or grocery shopping or walking your dog at the park.

Now, you couldn’t even step outside without someone hurling Jenna’s name at you.

But you couldn’t lie. It was nice to have some company while you run your errands. Only yours though — you hated when you had to do hers. Jenna always thought too hard about which cereal to get, like she’s ever home to eat it.

‘New budding romance in Hollywood? Do we have a new power couple on the rise with Y/N L/N and Jenna Ortega? These two seem to be getting to know each other well… click here to read more’

Was the first thing you read when you turned on your phone this morning.

Of course, it’s never that easy because there are still a handful of nobodies sending hateful messages about your criminal escapades – not everyone was convinced.

Some well-known people on social media – people you personally know are adding fuel to the fire; engaging in discourses of you and Jenna and if you are dragging her down just by being associated with you.

Fake-ass motherfuckers.

“Yes, I think those are the exact words Jake and Liv put in their texts, actually.” He reaches for his phone to read over the message; mocking you.

“Stop, Link…” You run a hand on your face, “Tell them I’m not going. I have better things to do, Coachella is right around the corner and I literally have a song I need to send to my producer.”

He watches as you childishly cross your arms, scowling.

If you weren’t his best friend he would’ve said goodbye to the Hollywood life – too rich for his blood. Link wasn’t sure how he still put up with your attitude after all these years. Could you have said those words any more snobbishly?

“Are you done?”

“No.”

“Well you don’t have a damn choice. Now, take a shower – Marcus will be here in an hour to drive us to LAX. And you can record in New York, no one said you had to be attached to Jenna’s hip.”

“What if I don’t want to.” You stand your ground.

“Don’t do this today, Y/N.” He sighs.

For a few moments, you hold your ground; contemplating if you should dig a hole and barricade yourself – metaphorically, of course. But never say never.

Link raises a challenging brow – daring you to try him today.

Wow, someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed…

Knowing what that look meant, you knew when to pick your battles and accepted the loss, trudging over to the master bathroom but not before slamming the door behind you.

“Don’t be slamming doors ‘round here! I don’t care if the house is under your name.” He shouts from the other side.

“Fuck off!” You yell back, yanking your shirt off as the water turns hot.

He is such a dad.

–

“What are you doing here?”

“Hi to you too, Jenna. How was your day? Mine was great, the flight was a bit bumpy but I can handle a ‘lil turbulence. Thanks for asking.” You reply, ignoring the furrow in her brow hidden behind the silky fringe.

You wonder what conditioner she uses to get her hair looking that soft.

“Y/N…” Jenna sighs, walking past you to enter your hotel suite. Walking into the living room to place her shoulder bag on the coffee table then she turns to face you, crossing her arms still waiting for an answer. “I’m serious, why are you in New York.”

You lean against a wooden panel, crossing your arms as well. “Didn’t your team tell you?”

Her frown deepens, patience thinning the longer you beat around the bush. “Obviously not or I wouldn’t be here.”

“Okay relax…” You warn not appreciating her tone. You literally just landed an hour ago and it’s almost midnight East Coast time. The timezone switch is fucking with you and her attitude is the last thing you need.

“Don’t tell me to relax.” She snaps. The young actress hated those words, it always made her more riled up.

You scoff trying your hardest not to snap back but controlling your anger has never been your strong suit. “Why do you think I’m here? Liv told me I had to show face for your premiere and SNL episode. Be your cheerleader or some shit.”

She drops her arms, frown still etched on her soft face. What? Ignore that.

“Shit, I think Sarah might’ve mentioned it but I was just so busy with rehearsal and fittings with Enrique that I didn’t see.” Jenna sighs, rubbing her forehead.

For the first time since she barged into your room – you take a moment to scan her. Her face is bare and makeup free but you can see the dark smudges from her eyeliner earlier today just under the lashline. She was dressed in a large sweater and mismatched sweatpants; the sleeves are so long it covers half her hands and her short wavy locks tied into a messy low bun.

Her clothes practically engulfed her tiny stature. You figure this is a pretty rare sight that most people aren’t privy to and suddenly you’re unsure as to why it’s so hard to look away.

“I didn’t mean to snap… I’m sorry.” She says quietly, looking at you like she was genuinely apologetic.

“It’s fine…” You shrug and pushed off the wall to sit on the couch. Everyone has their days, you thought.

“I didn’t mean to ambush you. I really thought you knew I’d be here.” You turn on the TV, not being to stand the silence in the large room.

Jenna sits down beside you, tucking her feet against her chest. When did she take off her shoes? “It’s not your fault.”

The sigh she lets out is heavy and something tells you there’s some meaning behind it too. But you didn’t feel like it was your business so you zip it and continue watching the TV drone on about a program you don’t care about.

“I saw clips of your SNL promo… I thought it was hilarious – you were great and that reporter outfit? So cool.” You change the subject. It gets her to smile as her dimples poke out, a little shy now.

“It’s so cringy.” She covers her face.

“Awh, nah… the internet loved it.” You laugh, a little amused that the actress was all flushed by a single compliment.

Call it big-headed, call it ego, call it whatever you want but you personally relished it when people fawned over you.

“Of course they did. They’re the whole reason for the meme.” She rolls her eyes after dropping her hands but she still had a toothy smile.

“I bet that dance follows you everywhere…”

“Every. Fucking. Day.” She says then raises a brow at you, “How do you know about the dance, though?’

You send her an affronted look, “I’m not a grandmother, Jenna. I know what’s hip with the kids.”

She snorts, “You’re an idiot – I just mean, I didn’t think you were on TikTok like that with a schedule like yours. Also, that app is toxic.”

“Every social media app can be toxic.” You quip, “But get off your high horse, your majesty. I literally just saw a couple of edits on Twitter of it.”

“Uh huh…” She hums, unconvinced, if the side glance she throws you was any indication. “But yeah the writers wanted to do a bit with Wednesday and this is what we came up with.”

“Well, I think it’s genius… from a business standpoint.” You offer up, nudging her shoulder then turning back to the TV.

You miss Jenna’s bothered frown. “Business standpoint?”

“Yeah,” You say off-handedly, “It’s smart, good for you.”

“Are most things a ‘business standpoint’ for you?” She asks, genuinely curious about what you could mean.

“Hmm. I guess I never thought of it like that but now that I’m saying it out loud, yeah, kinda.” You shrug, thinking about it.

Most of the interactions in Hollywood that you have had are based on transactions and is usually for your own self-interest.

“...That’s kinda sad.” She says getting you to turn.

“What does that mean?” You frown.

“I’m just saying… there’s more to this industry than business deals and brand offers.” This time Jenna offers up a thought but it sounds a bit judgemental to you, shrugging.

You’re furrowing your brows, sitting up straight. “Look, you don’t even know me. Just forget what I said.”

But the laugh she lets out grinds your gears in the most unpleasant way.

Jenna holds up her hands in surrender but it feels mocking. “Clearly…” She emphasizes. “But I’m just saying, there’s no need to get all defensive.”

“Okay, I don’t know what kind of shit you were dealing with today but don’t take it out on me. Don’t come to my room talking about things you know nothing about.” You glower.

She matches your frown, standing. “It kinda sounds like you’re the one dealing with something, actually.”

“I think you should leave.” Your glare turns sharp and cold, standing too.

“Already on my way out.” She scoffed, snatching her bag aggressively off the coffee table then turns to walk to the front door.

You follow to make sure the door hits her on the way out but she stops abruptly by the hall causing you to trip on your own feet to not tumble over her.

“I think you should go back to L.A.” She glares up at you, tightly clutching her shoulder bag.

The laugh you let out is humourless, stepping back to create space between you and the other actress. “And get my ass handed to me by Jake, Liv and Sarah? They’re like four horsemen of the apocalypse – just searching for their last member. No thanks. You got a problem with me here? You deal with it.”

She clenches her jaw, “Done. Leave it to me.” Then turns and leaves making sure to slam the door shut.

Those hotel doors weigh a fuck ton, how did she do that? And what did she mean leave it to me?

“Can I come out now?” Link peeks his head out from the adjoining room; fear present on his features.

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five-bi-five-mind · 1 year ago

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omg when halloween comes we’re gonna need a top!jj smut (ofc) where they dress up and r’s outfit is very revealing

they go trick or treating with henry and the rest of the bau, so jj has to keep her hands to herself. eventually henry goes to bed and jj finally gets her hands on r

you’re the person i can see writing this AMAZINGLY

Cute Costume

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 4k+

Summary: There are not many good costumes to choose from when you need to buy one last minute. Unfortunately for you, you're stuck with a very revealing one. JJ is loving it, though, and even if you have a party to go to, she's finding it hard to keep her hands to herself.

Warnings: fingering (r receiving); oral (r receiving); edging kinda; top!JJ, bottom!r; clit play; nipple play; praise kink; JJ has a thing for costumes I guess?

A/N: This is a little different from the request. I just kind of ditched the trick-or-treating with Henry idea for a costume party... but anyways I hope you enjoy!

“God, this is ridiculous,” you muttered to yourself as you twisted and turned in front of the mirror. Currently, you were squeezed into a much too short for your liking, Dorothy dress. The way you grimaced at yourself in the mirror as you took in the way the skirt of the dress stopped far too high up your thighs was almost comical. You tried to pull down at the fabric, but it still remained just as short as you suspected. “Oh god,” you groaned again as your eyes made their way to the massive amount of cleavage that was visible with the top of the dress.

Your eyes turned back to the other pile of outfits still waiting in their packages for you to try on. This was supposed to be the most modest one. Garcia picked out all of them, of course. And there weren’t even a lot to choose from to begin with. Not when Halloween was just a few days away. You hadn’t even planned to dress up, but Garcia decided to throw a last minute costume party and you couldn’t say no. Or, well, more like JJ agreed for you. And even with her party being semi-last minute, your costume planning was even more so. JJ had promised to go with you, but now it’s the day before the party and that still hasn’t happened. Why you thought Penelope would be a good alternative to costume shop with you, you didn’t know. All you did know was that you were seriously regretting that decision now. Apparently, when you said you wanted a cute costume, you two had very different definitions.

Still in your short, little Dorothy dress, you filed through the other bags of costumes you had yet to try. It seemed like everything else had less fabric— meaning it showed even more skin than you’d like. If you went out to look for more costumes would you even be successful at this point?

“Hey how’s it— oh my gosh!” Penelope peaked her head in the changing room that moment, cutting off her own question the moment she saw you. “That. Is. Adorable!” She opened more of the changing room curtain as she took in your outfit and suddenly you had the urge to cover your whole body.

“Penelope,” you hissed, “all of these costumes show too much skin!”

“Just wait until you have the leggings and the shoes…” she didn’t seem to be listening to your protests. “Oh, and the basket! It’s perfect, you look so cute.”

“No, nope, no.” You shook your head. “This dress is too short. We need to go back out and find something else.”

“I picked out the best I could find in the time we had,” Penelope pointed out. “So your only option is that one or to try the others.”

You looked back at the other options and thought it over. Part of you wasn’t so sure Penelope really looked for other costumes that fit your one request. There had to be something cuter… but then again the store was really cleared out. If you sent Penelope back out there for a second look she might come back with costumes you hate even more than the untried ones. Do you gamble for something better than this Dorothy costume or do you settle?

“Did you try the Harley Quinn costume? I think that’s a good one too.” Garcia was now going through all the others she picked for you to try. “Maybe that one is-“

“No!” You panicked. That one showed your whole midriff and the shorts seemed shorter than the dress is. Dorothy might be your safest bet after all. “This is fine,” you looked down at your dress and gulped. “I love the Wizard of Oz. Dorothy is great. It's very…” you gave Penelope a forced smile, “…cute.”

“Isn’t it?” Penelope beamed at you, obviously proud of her own choices for your costume. “You look great!”

And that’s how you got saddled with a costume you’d never in a million years guess you’d be wearing. Penelope did set you up with all the rest of the accessories. The stockings, the red shoes, even the basket with a small dog plushie that was supposed to resemble Toto.

Much like when you were in the store’s dressing room, it was a day later and you were now staring at yourself in the mirror with the same look on your face. The grimace was deep. You couldn’t imagine your wife’s whole team seeing you in this outfit and taking you seriously ever again. But then again, you thought about Penelope’s costume choice and you were a little relieved that you wouldn’t be the only one in an outfit you (and most others probably) would categorize as sexy. At least with Penelope’s sexy bunny outfit, she really knew how to wear it. It was perfect for her and she wore it with confidence. You, on the other hand, looked quite nervous and uncomfortable as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Sexy wasn’t really your vibe… especially in a public setting, but there’s a first for everything, right?

“Hey, are you almost ready?” JJ called from somewhere in the house. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer her, not when you were still stuck staring at yourself. Your mind was running through every possible back up plan you could think of, but there was no plan B for a costume change. The only options were excuses to cancel. Maybe you could say Henry was sick? But they probably knew he was with Will this weekend. What if you said you were sick? That wasn’t going to work and you knew it. JJ wouldn’t lie and she seemed like she really wanted to go to the party either way. Could you fake being sick to JJ? Maybe if you made it convincing… That wouldn’t work either. She would see right through you. You were screwed.

“Hey, is everything—“ She cut herself off when she came to a skidding halt in the middle of the bedroom. “Holy shit.”

You spun around so fast and your heart felt like it leapt in your throat. When your eyes landed on her, you froze much in the same way.

You had the same reaction that JJ did when you saw each other in costume. She was dressed as Supergirl and you didn’t think there was anything more fitting. Lucky for JJ, she had this costume ready so she didn’t need to shop. She looked so confident in it too, heroic even. There wasn’t a better costume. And it made her fifty times more attractive to you, if that were even possible.

Meanwhile, as JJ took in your short dress and the cleavage popping out from the top of it just right, her pupils were blown. She was practically salivating over how hot she found you in that outfit. Everything, in her opinion, complimented your body perfectly and all she could think about was getting her hands on you.

It was really unexpected for her, to see that this was the costume you went with. She really didn’t expect for you to agree to something like this, but she knew it was all Garcia’s doing. Thank god for Garcia, JJ thought as she took in the way the dress made your legs look.

“Wow,” JJ said with a heavy breath. “Look at you.” She suddenly was taking quick strides to where you were still standing frozen. She stopped right in front of you and her eyes dropped to your legs again before slowly dragging back up your body.

“Wow,” she sighed again. “This costume…”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “I know, it’s not really me.”

“It’s just very unexpected,” JJ said as she reached out and played with the frill at the end of your dress. “But not bad. Definitely not bad.” Her hands were quickly making their way under your dress. There wasn’t much of your thighs that weren’t exposed by the shortness of the costume, but JJ was making quick work to run her hands up what wasn’t shown.

“Hey- Stop!” You whined as you swatted JJ’s hand away. “It was all they had, okay?”

“Uh huh,” JJ hummed as her hands moved up the backs of your thighs. “It’s so… short.”

“Yeah, well,” you huffed, your hands bracing against JJ’s shoulders as she kept trying to practically grope you. She didn’t seem to care that you were trying your best to keep her from being all over you. “There’s not many options when you go looking for a costume the Friday before Halloween and you still want to look cute.”

“Cute,” JJ repeated as her hands kept creeping up your dress. You let out a gasp when her hands reached your ass and she squeezed, effectively pulling you completely into her body. “Cute isn’t exactly the word I would go with…” she trailed off as she leaned forward and kissed down your barely covered chest. You bit your lip and tried your best to pretend like this wasn’t having an effect on you, but the way she was groping at you and pressing her body into yours had you blushing.

“JJ…” you warned as her hands left your ass, only for one to return between your inner thighs. “JJ we have a party to-“

You were cut off with another gasp as you felt JJ boldly push your panties to the side with her fingers and press them to your clit. JJ looks up from where her lips were attached to your breast to see the flushed look on your face and the grin she gave you was nothing short of satisfied with herself for eliciting such a response in you.

Part of you wanted to roll your eyes, but the way JJ quickly began rubbing circles against your clit only made them flutter closed. Your nails dug into JJ’s shoulder as she pressed more firmly to your clit. “You know,” She whispered against the bare skin of the top of your breasts. “I take it back. You do look cute like this.”

She was being such an ass, but deep down you fucking loved it. Your hips barely moved against her as she kept playing with your clit, but she noticed and smirked even more at your actions. Your nails were digging harder into JJ now as she kept playing with you and you were sure your face was bright red from the way she was quickly working your body up. The fact that you were already so wet was embarrassing, especially when you had to leave at any minute.

JJ, on the other hand, was enjoying this. The way everything about that costume just made it so easy for her to get hands on you was just another bonus in her mind. She kissed your lips and you immediately melted into her. You could feel her smirking against your lips as you kissed her back, but didn’t even care with how she kept touching you. When she pulled back from the kiss, all too soon, her lips fell yet again to what was exposed of your chest and she trailed them down with kisses and bites that were almost rough enough to leave marks behind.

“What if we had a quickie before the party?” JJ’s voice was muffled by the way she had her head buried in your chest again. “I want to fuck you in that dress.”

“JJ!” You finally had the sense to stop her from all that she was doing. “We don’t have time for this!” You pushed at her shoulders now and her fingers stopped.

“So?” She said, looking up at you with the biggest pout.

“You know how I feel about being late.” You took a step back on shaky legs, trying to regain composure and pretend like the ache between your legs wasn’t tempting you.

“Come on,” JJ whined. “You can’t tell me you’re good to go to the party now after—“

“Yes, we’re going now.” You didn’t want her to finish that sentence. She was going to break your resolve so fast if she kept looking at you like that. And you really did hate being late.

———————————————————

For someone who had such a serious life or death job like JJ, she really could be such a child. The way she sat next to you in the car, pouting the whole way, was ridiculous. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes every time you looked over at her. She was also sure to let out very loud huffs any time her hand slid up your exposed thighs while you sat and you managed to swat it away.

You had hoped that once you got to the party, JJ would be distracted enough by other people to stop being fixated on your costume. You were so wrong. If you were talking to someone across the room, you could still feel her eyes on you. Or more specifically, on your legs. Even if she was in a conversation with someone else, she was still frequently trying to check you out.

When you were near her, she somehow was able to sneak subtle touches or just flat out grab your ass when no one was looking. It had you blushing like crazy, but no one seemed to notice. Lucky for you, you thought.

All of JJ’s grabbiness did annoy you, but not because she was doing it necessarily. If you told her to completely keep her hands off she absolutely would. No, it was annoying you because it was reminding you of that unsolved ache between your legs that you chose to leave with. The more she touched your thighs, the more you squirmed and then that reaction just fueled JJ even more. It got to the point where you tried your best to stay on one side of the party with other friends while she stayed on the other. But that only worked for a while, as she kept trying to gravitate towards you.

At one point, she wasn’t paying attention to the path in which she “naturally” tried to move towards you. She took a few steps backwards in your direction, hoping to land next to you, as she kept up the conversation. Only with this attempt, she took too far of a step back and bumped her back into yours.

“Oh shit!” She exclaimed and you turned quickly to see that her actions had led her to spill her drink all over the front part of her costume. Part of you wanted to say that that was what she got for teasing you so much in public, but you held back. When she looked down at her wet clothes and back up at you she was wearing this helpless puppy kind of expression and you knew what she was going to ask before she even said.

“Will you help me get cleaned up?” Her eyes didn’t show any ulterior motive. You looked at her for a moment before sighing.

“Okay,” you gave in. “Come on.” You pulled her to Penelope’s bathroom, effectively missing the victorious grin that JJ had as she followed.

In the bathroom, you immediately knew where Penelope kept some towels so you went shuffling in the right cabinet for them. Bent down and sifting through your towel options, you were completely unaware of JJ creeping up behind you. That is, until two hands again grabbed your ass.

“Oh my god!” You jumped up and spun around. “We’re in Penelope’s bathroom!”

“So?” JJ gave you a guilt grin. “You just look so good in that outfit.” She took a few steps closer until there was barely any room between the two of you.

“There’s people outside.” You poked a finger in her chest, trying to talk some sense into her.

“We can be quick and quiet.”

“You’re all wet,” you pointed out. “You’re going to get me all wet too.”

“That’s the plan,” JJ beamed and you just rolled your eyes at that.

“You’re insufferable.” You swatted at JJ again, but she didn’t seem deterred. Her eyes were back to being glued to your breasts and the way the corset of the dress pressed them together just right.

“I need to touch you.” Her voice was low this time and the way she said that wasn’t cocky or whiny or anything other than just hungry. You gulped at this shift and your eyes met JJ’s again. Her pupils were yet again blown and you watched as her eyes dragged from your chest down to your legs. She took another step closer, one of her hands trailing down your body until it reached your legs. Her nails slowly dragged up the exposed skin of your thighs until they reached your dress, but that didn’t stop her. Her nails kept dragging up with the fabric of the dress coming up with them.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said breathlessly, not really processing that you said it at all.

“Absolutely,” JJ agreed eagerly, her hand already tugging you out of the bathroom.

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If you thought the drive to the party was bad, this was way worse. JJ’s hand stayed high up on your thigh the whole time you drove and she didn’t miss the way you squirmed under it. Her eyes were also locked on you. The way she looked at you had your heart rate increasing too and, if you were being honest, just this alone was making you wet.

You fully expected JJ to drag you into the house and throw you onto the bed, but to your surprise she walked rather calmly to the door. It was when the door shut behind you that she did finally pounce. “Oh my god!” You yelped as JJ pushed your back against the front door and immediately fell to her knees. Her arms were hooked around your thighs in no time and her face immediately buried between your legs. Before you could even process it, her lips, tongue, and teeth were on your inner thighs and you were scrambling to grasp at something for support.

You settled for the edges of the door frame as one of JJ’s hands snakes up your thigh and pulled down your panties. Immediately after that you felt her tongue take one long lick of your folds. Your nails dug into the woodwork of the door and you whimpered the second she repeated her actions.

Good thing Henry was at Will’s, you thought as a full blown moan left your lips the second JJ’s tongue met your clit.

“Fuck,” JJ mumbled against your pussy. “I’ve been dying to taste you all night.”

“M-mhm,” you mumbled as your eyes fell closed. The way she was lapping at your clit already had caused your thighs to tremble slightly. She was wasting no time in working you up the way you were before leaving for the party. But this time you weren’t going to tell her to stop.

Except, after another minute she did just that. You huffed and looked down, only to see JJ give you yet another smug grin as she peaked her head out from under your dress.

“Not yet,” she taunted before getting up. Her hand immediately reached for yours and pulled you to the bedroom. You reluctantly followed on shaking legs. When you reached the bedroom, she pushed you down onto the mattress with surprising force.

You looked back up at her to protest only to stop when you realized she was stripping in front of you. No matter how many times you saw JJ, it never got old and you immediately blushed when she caught you staring.

“You look so fucking hot in that little dress,” JJ praised as she fully undressed. “But I’m going to want to rip it off you now.” She stalked towards the bed until she reached the foot of it. Slowly, almost like a predator hunting its prey, she crawled onto it and over to you. Her hands grabbed at the ends of the dress, pulling it up slowly. Blue eyes never left yours as she pulled the whole dress off you and you let her. With your panties already off and somewhere in the hallway, you were left completely bare now.

JJ tossed the dress somewhere in the room and immediately fell onto you with her lips attaching to yours. “It’s so fucking hard,” she said between kisses, “to keep my hands off you when you look so good.” Her lips pressed harder and harder to yours and soon you had parted your lips for her tongue to invade your mouth.

Arms wrapped around her waist so that you could pull both your bare bodies together. The way she slightly rocked herself into you had a small whine fall from your lips. Her tongue was busy running along your own as her nails yet again dragged down your body until they got to your thighs. She slowly parted your legs even more under her before circling your clit.

This time she only did that for a few seconds before moving her fingers further down to circle your entrance. Her lips left yours and moved back to your chest, only to leave actual marks this time across your breasts. When her teeth clamped down onto one of your nipples and pulled slightly, you hissed. But that hiss quickly turned into a loud gasp as, without warning, JJ entered you with two fingers up to her knuckles.

“Oh god,” you cried as her fingers didn’t even take a second to set a fast pace. She was putting her whole body behind the way she pulled her fingers out almost completely only to slam them back in.

“That’s it,” JJ cooed after releasing your nipple. “That’s my good girl.”

“Fuckkkk,” you groaned as she fucked her fingers up into you. She wasn’t wasting any time and it felt like both a blessing and a curse. The rough way she was fucking you wasn’t something you expected or prepared for, but god did it feel so fucking good.

With your arms around her waist, you held her impossibly tighter as both of you practically shook the bed with how hard she was fucking you. You tried to keep up, fucking yourself on her fingers with each time she pumped them back up into you. With the way she had been teasing you all night and how she had played with your clit off and on, you were already getting close.

JJ knew it too and she started to whisper praises in your ear as she curled her fingers inside you. “You’re taking my fingers so well,” she purred. “I need to feel you cum on them, baby.” She pumped her fingers even harder into you and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out.

“Cum for me,” JJ continued. “Cum all over my fingers.” And you did with a pathetic whine. JJ helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly as you came down from it.

After a moment, JJ’s body relaxed on top of you and you felt a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Holy fuck.” You let out a breathless chuckle. “All that for some silly costume?”

“You looked really hot in it,” JJ said, grinning down at you. You just rolled your eyes and started to lift your hand to swat at JJ’s shoulder. Only, JJ caught it mid air and pinned it back to the mattress with impressive speed and force. “But we’re not done yet.”

And she really meant that. At some point in the multiple hours of JJ enjoying your body, you had missed a text from Penelope. It seemed you had totally forgotten to say goodbye when you two hurried out of the party. But from her text it seemed like she had a feeling this was how it would go. You just knew you weren’t going to hear the end of it the next time you saw her…

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intracunte · 1 month ago

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part 1

pairing: switch!choso x switch!fem!reader

cw: anal fingering + toy usage (butt plug), cum as lube, (choso receiving lolol), handjob, implied previous orgasms (duh this is a part 2), begging, a few uses of mommy, the tiniest bit of crying, mentioned cunnilingus but it doesn't happen, pet names (i.e: pretty boy, baby), squirting, piv, unprotected/ raw sex, cowgirl turned doggystyle turned prone-bone, (bye can u tell im ovulating) sub!choso to dom! choso, dom!reader to sub!reader.

wc: 1.6k (not bad for this to literally be straight up porn)

an: was gonna make this part gender neutral too but my mommy kink kinda took over sry sry sry :3!! when i say that u nd choso r switches i literally mean ts, like yall did a fulllll 180. anyways i had fun writing this so i hope u have fun reading it <3 (also endings a little bit rushed cs i wanted to hurry up nd post it)

“hey cho? do me a favor & spread your legs, we’re not done yet.” you purred with a sadistic grin.

he did just as you had asked & spread his legs, still keeping his eyes shut. you pressed the tip of your lubricated middle finger against his tight rim, his eyes shooting open as you slowly sunk it inside.

he gasped with an arch of his back as you instantly curled your finger, already knowing where his g-spot was & pressing up against it with just the right amount of pressure. after giving him a few moments to adjust to the intrusion, you began thrusting your finger in & out of him.

his toes curled as he bit his bottom lip, attempted to conceal his nothing short of slutty moans. you’d both done anal + other things alike enough to know just how good it felt for him & how quickly he could cum from it.

“don’t hide your pretty sounds from me baby,” you cooed after you eased your ring finger in, alongside your middle. you smirked as his moans grew audibly louder at the stretch of both digits inside him.

he hadn’t realized it yet, but you weren’t just fingering him to get him off, you were actually prepping him to take something much better. you allowed spit to gather in your mouth before opened your mouth & let it ooze down onto his pretty, leaking cock.

he threw his head back against the pillow once you began jerking him off again, your spit acting as lubricant as you payed extra attention to his sensitive tip. you knew his body & you knew it well, with the we he was clenching down on you fingers; practically sucking them in, & how much louder his moans were starting to become you could tell he was just moments away from cumming again.

“you gonna cum again pretty boy?” you purred, clearly already knowing that you knew the answer, he nodded frantically nonetheless, too blissed out to use his words.

“beg for it then.” you replied cruelly as you sped both of your hands up, getting him closer & making it harder for him to hold back.

“p-please… don’t stop— m’s-so close! so fucking close!” he moaned , attempting to thrust his hips upwards to meet your hand that jerked him off at an intense speed, his movements clumsy & uncoordinated.

you rolled your eyes before stating, “i know you can do better than that cho,”. he whined as his impending orgasm began growing in nearness. “pleeease! i’ve been s-so good! j-just let me cu—“ his begging was cut short by a particularly loud moan as you pressed in a 3rd finger into him.

“i never told you to stop begging,” you said sadistically, slowing down your movements, threatening to stop completely. he gasped before begging more frantically, “wait! don’t stop… p-please, i need it so, so fucking bad! oh fuck— please just let me cum! i-i’ll do anything mommy please! i’m—i’m begging you, please, please make me cum mommy!”

once he’d finished his begging & pleading, you looked deep in thought; as if weighing your options. he waited patiently for you answer, unintentionally squirming against your hold.

“go ahead pretty boy, cum for mommy!” you hummed, & he did just that, the coil that you had built up in his abdomen finally snapping. his eyes screwed shut as his hips thrusted up into your soft hand, his hole clenching down on your other as you pressed your skilled fingers directly onto his prostate.

a few tears were shed whilst you murmured quiet praises to him as he rode out his high. his cock twitched as his cum milk white cum oozed out of his pink tip, the hot & sticky substance spilling down onto your fingers that wrapped around his base.

he shuddered & whimpered your name a few times as the last few bits of his seed squirted out, a few globs landing on his abs. his eyes were still shut, though not as tightly as before, so you slowly eased your fingers out of him, his now stretched hole clenching around nothing and he whined at the new feeling of emptiness.

you scooped up the cum that sat on his abdomen & grabbed something that he hadn’t spotted before you sat down; a heart shaped butt plug with a pretty blue gem. you messily covered the plug in his seed onto the plug before placing it up to his rim; sliding it inside of him with no problem.

he gasped at the cold object that settled in his ass, the toy pressing directly on his prostrate. “i thought we were done,” he whined.

“done? we’re just getting started baby!” you exclaimed, pulling out a small remote from seemingly nowhere. he tilted his head in confusion, wondering what it could’ve connected to, he didn’t have to wonder for much longer as you pressed a single button & it began vibrating at a constant speed.

after he came for the second time, his cock began softening a bit but it shot back up almost instantly at the feeling of his g-spot getting vibrated into oblivion.

“you seriously don’t understand how fucking wet i am for you right now baby,” you say as you straddle him, your thighs on either side of his own, “i planned on just having you eat me out… but honestly fuck that— i need you inside of me!”

as you sat he caught a glimpse of your panties, you were wearing his favorite pair; the white lace pair with the baby blue bow on it. you pulled your panties to the side, too needy & desperate to fully take them off & waste any more time.

you then fixed your position as to where you could sink down on his cock, not needing any lube due to how much your previous activities aroused you. the both of you moaned loudly once his thick cock slipped fully inside.

you placed your hands on his pecs & his veiny hands found your hips, squeezing the fat of them before you began moving your hips. you started off slow, trying to find a rhythm that worked for both you & choso.

you could tell he began to grow impatient with your deliberately slow pace as the grip on your hips impossibly tighter. he then planted his feet on the bed before fucking jackhammering up into your sopping pussy.

he hissed in pleasure as you unintentionally squeezed his pecs as to maintain your stability. you honestly had no idea what happened, it was like a switch had flipped inside of his mind. was this the same man you were just teasing & edging for hours on end? the same man who was just moaning like a slut for you & calling you mommy? he literally has a vibrating heart shaped butt plug in his ass as we speak! a thousand questions ran through your head but they all soon faded away as your brain turned to mush & all you could truly think about was his fat cock that relentlessly pounded into your weeping cunt.

the sound of skin slapping together to a point it was almost painful & loud pornographic moans filled the air, along with the heavy scent of sex. sweat dripped down both of your frames & your mouth went dry from hanging open for so long.

“ch-cho! baby— i-i need to lay down,” you rasped, almost instantly & without words he flipped the two of over, he pulled his dick out of your cunt & it clenched around nothing before he flipped you over & onto your stomach.

he pulled you up by your hips & pushed your lower back in, arching it just the way he liked it. he slapped your ass harshly before completely bottoming out again. choso’s thrusts were still as fast & brutal as before, your cheeks jiggling at the impact.

though your face was buried in the pillow, your loud moans could still be heard. your pussy clenched around his shaft impossibly tighter, signaling that your were close to climaxing.

he adjusted the position of his dick so now he was pounding directly into your g-spot at a rapid pace. you were sure your cervix would be hurting for days after this but that didn’t matter to you, at the moment you were literally on cloud 9.

choso hooked his arm around your hips & began toying with your clit, sending you over the edge. it was no surprise to him when a clear liquid began streaming of your cunt. he huffed in amusement whilst you experienced possibly the most powerful orgasm of you life.

your legs shook & your cunt fluttered around his shaft, his cockhead still mercilessly bullied your cervix but you felt his hips falter a bit, signaling that he must’ve been close.

even after that overwhelming orgasm, you still tried to hold yourself up & maintain your arch but unfortunately, you couldn’t. your legs grew weak & eventually gave out. you plopped down on the bed, about to apologize, but your fall didn’t stop choso.

he straightened his legs, placing his hands on either sides of your head & began fucking you in a new position like his life depended on it. you honestly couldn’t even register anything due to his mind numbing thrusts.

a loud groan escaped his mouth as the feeling of your warm cunt & the vibrating plug nestled within him soon become too much to bare as the pace of his thrusts faltered ever so slightly & he came again.

feeling too much euphoria to pull out, choso’s hips stilled completely as ropes of his seed spilled deep inside of you. he moaned loudly as the toy pulsated & your cunt clenched & milked him for everything he had.

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #choso kamo #choso smut #choso x reader #jjk x reader smut #choso x you #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso my beloved #mommy k1nk

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dolliestfairy · 1 year ago

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і𝖿 thᥱrᥱ𝘴 ⍺ whі𝘴k, thᥱrᥱ𝘴 ⍺ w⍺Ⴘ╰🎀 . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

Geto, Mahito & Choso with Chubby!fem!reader who is a baker 🧁(୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤)

ʚ ₊˚ ᥀ Warning : Pet names (my little baker, chubby bunny), mentions of killing, mentions of eating flesh, mentions of pinch & blood, a little bit of overprotectiveness & possessiveness, and maybe some misspelled word. lmk if i miss anything. reader skin color is not announced. overall fluff.

ʚ ₊˚ ᥀ A/N : this is a continuation of the part 1 and part 2 jujutsu kaisen character with chubby!fem!reader who is a baker. lmk what you think, and also if you want another part just tell in the comment with what character :). also pls give me feedbacks and reblogs, tysm!

Part 1 ♡ Part 2 ♡ Part 3

Enjoy reading my fairies╰🧚🏻‍♀️ . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

✧ Geto

• sunshine & sunshine protector friendship dynamic ୧₊˚

• love the smell of your bakery like the bread, the chocolate and the pastry smells like yum yummmm

• though he would never admit it anyway...

• always squeezing his time just so he can go and visit your bakery (also to meet you too, but again, he would never admit this)

• love the softness of your body, they.. well um.. they somehow match what you were doing like you were making soft bread and pastry and your body is soft and round too so yk

• and this guy is also a little bit of overprotective over you and also a little bit possesive.

• he just doesnt want you to get hurt or anything & also he wants you to be completely his

• he would rather die than admitting this, but he sometimes think that he doesnt deserve you, and you deserve someone better.

• but as soon as he sees some guy flirting with you, it'll be all kicked out of the window, and he quickly shused whoever that person is (💀)

• but back again, he really loves you and he also love whatever you can do, such as making him feel good in bed.

✧ Mahito

• prey. thats what he think of you FIRST.

• i mean you look like a chubby bunny who works in a bakery for him

• he also like to tease you about whatever you do, meaningly or even affectionately, but mostly meaningly teasing 💀

• but if someone other than him do the same to you, you have to quickly prevent him from taking their life or else he really does gonna take their life.

• its as same when someone mock you or bully you, they're gonna be dead also.

• love to call you a pet names like 'chubby bunny' or 'my little baker' <3

• he also sometimes observe your bakery from the sewers under your bakery building (💀)

• he... well um, since he's also like a curse or something, he sometimes let the curse to in to your bakery with one rules = do not annoy or endangering you.

• and if they does? well, that day is gonna be the last day they can see the sunlight & moonlight.

• but he does freaking loves you, and one of his fav things to do with you is that he loves to affectionately biting your flesh or just gently pinch the extra flesh you had.

• what I mean by "affectionately biting you flesh" is that biting your body in the most gentle way you could possible imagine, and not like a brutal one until your skin and flesh are torn apart, that would be something else.

• but Mahito is still Mahito, so sometimes he cant help but let one of his sharp teeth drawing blood in your body.

• but if you get hurt, he immediately stop and looking at you with a worry yet confused expression.

• because overall, he's still freaking loves you, and he doesnt want to lose his chubby bunny who works in a bakery bussiness.

✧ Choso

• thinks he doesnt deserve you.

• this is like the dynamic friendship of the 'no energy friend' with 'calm friend' dynamic

• love your smell, the vanilla, flour, and just the smell of the sugary sweetness bread that patch in your body.

• making him feel cozy and safe.

• he doesnt really admit this out loud, but you somehow, manage to making him feel like a 'normal person' again.

• a normal person who is falling in love with someone, with you.

• thats why he always try to be with you, be at your side, just so he can feel the feelings of it again.

• he also love a gentle and kindhearted person, such as you.

• you're the girl he always dream of.

• i'm not joking while i'm saying this, the first time he confess to you and you accept him, he can feel his whole body and heart and soul is melting.

• he can feel his brain is like being mobbed by butterflies.

• he feel peace and all he feels is just that, he feel joy and happiness.

• he would do anything to protect you. yes we all know he sometimes befriended with curse and some shit, but the one thing is that, he would never let any one of his curse friend getting too close to you or your bakery.

• thats just how he shows himself that he loves you and care for you so much he even doesnt let his friend endangering you.

• he's a broken man inside, but you managed to strengthen him, and he thanked you for all of it.

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contentloadingandstuff · 1 year ago

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Drinking with Rosaria & Eula!

CW: Male!Reader, swearing, reader and character are drunk to some degree, not proofread, ignore the implication of Disney existing in Teyvat okay?

Rosaria doesn't stray from alcohol, not by any means. She never gets drunk, or at least that's what she claims. Not in public anyway. If the drinks pour a little too fast for clarity of mind to remain, the notoriously horny sister becomes a literal succubus. No five minutes may pass without a dirty remark of some sort, suggestive gestures or not-so-restrained touching. She also tends to cuss a lot. But who cares, if all of it is contained within your own four walls? Your drunk self certainly doesn't.

The fifth anniversary of your dating was upon you, so you and Rosaria thought that a few drinks wouldn't hurt. Well, Rosaria has a different definition of 'a few drinks'. By now, two bottles of Dandelion Wine are completely dry, with a third one already open. The wine glasses are halfway full, the two of you already blushing heavily. Rosaria is sitting on your lap, placing sloppy kisses all over your neck. You playfully push her away every now and then, but she dives right back in no time.

"R-Rosie… Your wine will get warm, you know?" You mutter, barely keeping composure under the barrage of kisses she delivers.

"Pfffffffffffft. Who cares… You're alllll I need baby~"

"No, seriously. Who wants to drink warm wine?"

She pulls away, seemingly considering your words. It takes a while, but she finally nods her head.

"Yeah. You're right." She down the entire glass in one go, and sighs loudly. "Mmm, That's the stuff…"

You look at her. Despite the river of alcohol clouding your mind, you see clearly. You see her, your beloved, your chosen, your girlfriend. Her pale skin, her delicate yet sharp features, her slim, painted lips, her slender fingers, her rich chest… The wine turns your awe into obsession. You grab her jaw and turn her face to look at you.

"Rosaria… you're… the most beautiful woman I have ever seen…" You mutter. So beautiful, mysterious, so unique, so enchanting, so tantalizing…

Like a vampire.

"Like a vampire…" Your thoughts escape your mind. Rosaria draws a smile.

"Hm?"

"Are you one? A vampire, I… I mean. You gonna suck my blood out, Rosie?"

Even if you are drunk, your mind still works. It has some merit. She has pale skin, she goes out only at night, she likes red fluids… and those teeth… your neck, your hands, your arms, your thighs, your stomach and your… other bits know the sting of those canines all too well by now.

Rosaria chuckles. "Nah, s-sorry. I'm not gonna drink your blood, but I will gladly suck something else, hehe~" She leans down and makes a small growling sound.

"Rosariaaaaa!" You both laugh. She pulls back and wraps her arms around your neck.

"I talked to a four-eyes once, you know? About my skin."

"Ah, I see… What did he tell you?" You finish up your glass of wine.

"He told me that my ancestors may have come from Wat… Watsu…Tsu.. Watsumi Island, was it? Eh, close enough." She sniffs. "Fuckin' fish people, anyway."

"You are looking fishy sometimes, that I will give you…"

"I never found any scales, gills, fins or whatevers on me. Sad." She hics. "I wanted to be a mermaid when I was a teeny tiny girl, you k-know? I wanted to swim below the waters, a-and sing songs, a-and play with my fish friends… I always wanted a crab, you know? I would name him… Sebastian."

You sit in silence for a minute, smiling like children at each other before the lyrics can no longer be contained.

"Under the sea, under the sea, darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from meeeeeeeee, up on the shore they work all day, out in the sun they slave away, while we devotin', full time to floatin', under the seaaaaaaaaaaaa…" You sing in drunken unison, ending the broken auditory mess of a cover with a hard burst of laughter. When Rosaria calms down, she leans into you, her lips pressed right against your ear.

"You know what else he told me?"

"Hm?"

"H-he told me that young men need to have sex to be healthy… And, baby, I will make you the healthiest man in Teyvat, heh~" She sloppily kisses your ear, sending shivers of excitement through your body. She pulls away, and pushes up her chest proudly. "D-doctor Rosaria prescribes you her tight, warm, wet cun-"

"Rosariaaaaa stoooooooooop!"

As expected, neither of you remembered the conversation in the morning.

Eula got drunk sometimes - during free days, of course. She was doing that more often before, mainly due to stress and soul-crushing loneliness. She would often cry herself to sleep after returning home, but now that she has you, that's no longer an occurrence. Since she tends to get very sad when drunk, she allows herself to be tipsy at most. Not to spoil your fun, since you tend to be quite entertaining to be around when you had too much to drink.

"Are you sure you want another one, my dear?"

Eula stops herself from pouring you another round from the bottle but you just wave your hand.

"Go for it. I'm still standing!"

She smirks, letting the liquid fill the cup. "Well, as you wish."

You grab the wooden vessel and instantly lift it to your lips. The cool taste of wine reaches your lips and the warmth spreads through your body oh so pleasantly. Mondstadt's wine never had low alcohol content.

"You know, I don't get it." You speak, eyes barely ajar.

"What exactly, Y/N?" Eula eyes her own cup carefully, trying to hold herself from filling it. Again.

"I don't understand w-why they hate you… You didn't do anything wrong." You look up at her, your eyes filled with sadness. "You're a good woman, Eula. You do great w-work, you keep the people safe, you kill monsters…"

She looks down, unsure of what to say. After a moment, she speaks quietly. "It is what it is."

She suddenly feels your hand move over hers. It's warm, so pleasantly warm, enveloping hers. She gasps quietly. "No, Eula. This cannot continue. I won't let you be sad anymore."

She looks up at you, straight into your eyes. This time, they are overflowing with kindness and love, the purest form of it. She frowns, trying to hold back the prickling feeling in her eyes. Why does she get so sensitive each time alcohol and you are involved?

"I love you, Eula. I love you so much, I-I want you to be happy, and I will do my best to make up for all the hurt they have you. I… I never want to see you sad again, alright? I… love you, Eula. I love you so much."

She smiles at you, tears slowly falling from her cheeks. She doesn't deserve you.

"Go home, Y/N. You're drunk." Her lower lip trembles slightly.

"H-home? But I am home, my love."

Eula smirks, looking down at the bar table for a brief moment. "How so?"

You reach over the table, and place your hand over her heart. Her skin is cold, but you feel the warmth radiating from within.

"Home is where you are, Eula."

She blushes and covers her eyes with her gloved hand. She can no longer hold back the tears. She chokes back a sob.

"I l-love you too, Y/N. I d-don't deserve you… truly…"

"Hey, d-don't say that! And I told you t-that I don't want you to be sad, Eula… If you want to, we can go home a-and cuddle. Does that sound good?"

She sniffs.

"Yes, let's g-go home, Y/N."

Thanks for reading!

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channelinglament · 1 year ago

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Hi! I saw your ask as open and I wanted to request something for the Self aware Project Sekai AU you made :)

May I request how the Vocaloids react to the player? Like, how would they become self aware? We’re they self aware to begin with? Thank you :)

How vocaloids react to player ✨️

(Sorry everyone for being gone for so long, I was just emotionally exhausted and had a few angsty teen thoughts)

Platonic/Romantic - tbh idk? Depends on how u take it :^

Let's start off with the fact, that they all know know that they're not exactly their original counterparts

Yes, they are vocaloids, but..different? They're in game, nothing new for Miku- but it seems like it's their first time being alive. They know it's their voice, their songs but it just..feels weird?

- though this mostly applies to Miku, as she's the first one to greet us and has her..original form?

She knows it's her, but different her.

- I wanna say that I see all sekai vocaloids as different people, BECAUSE during April fools, THEY MET EACH OTHER and uhm- I'd recommend watching that video to understand what happened. They kinda became friends, and 25ji Rin liked wxs Kaito's (or what Kaito that was?) head pats. She was waiting for her Kaito to arrive.

SO that means they are ALL different.

Now, that we finally sorted out what was important, we can finally make some content

Hatsune Miku(s)!

The Miku that greets us:

She knows she is Miku, but she doesn't have knowledge of stuff outside the game. She is a sekai keeper, and keeps hopes and dreams of every vocaloid producer. But...She is unsure if this true. Some stuff happened before she even existed! (Games existence)

So she knows she isn't exactly the first Miku. But Miku anyways.

She was staying there all alone, for so long.. (game downloading)

Yes, she loved watching over sekais, but..it's not like she has anyone..

So when she first meets you! She is so excited to make a friend! She says you're a sekai watcher like her, because you two "sang" (aka you playing tutorial)

Whether you played bad or good didn't matter. She liked it.

She didn't wanna lose you, but it's not like you're leaving her. Your presence is always near her when you play and read stories/events.

She doesn't see you often, unless you're pulling for characters or there's an event/sth she needs to explain to you.

She's such a little tease, not giving you card you want if she knows you have more pulls. Don't worry, she will give you it, but just pull one/few more times please.. she doesn't want to be alone anymore.

First though when she met you: I am not alone anymore?

Sekai Mikus

As long as you won't harm others she's fine!

She is very cautious when it comes to [band's name]. They're her 1st priority.

At first she thought you are just there to watch over them, but she noticed you actually help them improve (I hc that by playing their songs, decorating sekai, grooving their cards and kizuna level you can make them better and improve them)

Aww, thank you so much! You are a great help!

Overtime all vocaloids became kinda obsessive over you? They want you to play their band's songs and care mostly, if not ONLY about them and their band! Yes, they're grateful you helped them improve, but they will bring you into their world, and you will make it real. Not just a game, but a R E A L, LIVING WOLRD. NO NPCS, NO GAME CODE

Until then, everyone is just a piece of cra- I mean, code. Your word also seems so dangerous... that's why they need to protect you from world's harm!

Not gonna lie, EVERY other vocaloid acts this way, so I'll end it here, sorry ^^; (Maybe I will make a part 2?)

But trust me, beware of Niigo and MMJ the most.... both, vocaloids and group

^ them when u interact with other groups

(Also beware of Tenmas, and Shinonomes. You can kinda trust Hinomoris)

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jays-bonnie-on-the-side · 11 days ago

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𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. lust. flirting. pining. overprotective dean. angel possessed sam. vulnerable ofc.

A/N : thank you to all who follow along with this story, your patience and support means so much. hope you enjoy 💛

Maricela’s POV

"Sam!" Dean shouts from the Command Room. His voice echoed down the hallway, reaching me before I entered the room. "You here?"

"Damn, did you forget about me already?" I quip.

With a coffee cup in hand, Dean turned and fixed his gaze on me. The sheer temptation of running my fingers through his immaculate hair was almost too powerful to withstand. His black t-shirt and matching boxers peeked behind the long, gray robe with the embroidered red initials 'T.E.P.,' on its chest pocket. It opened just enough to display his perfectly imperfect bowed legs. I bite my cheek, imagining myself walking over to Dean, knocking the cup from his hand before jumping to staddle his body, then pulling his face towards mine so our lips lock in a fervent kiss. My heart beats faster as I fantasize about him returning the passion, carrying me towards the Map Table to sit me on the edge before sliding his hands underneath my shirt as I run my fingers through his hair and down to his—

"Nice robe," I lace my compliment with sarcasm, attempting to distract myself before my thoughts go from PG-13 to Rated R.

"Nice hair."

My locks had tangled after a night's rest, resembling my bed head to a lion's mane. Other than flattening it with my bare hands, I didn't bother to run a brush through my hair, knowing it would only double the size it was now. My eyes roll at his remark as I cross my arms over my unsupported chest. The loose-fitted shirt concealed my small breasts, ones that never seemed to draw Dean's attention. The door above us opens and in walks Sam.

"Hey. Morning," he greets.

Dean checks his watch as Sam comes down the stairs. "You been outside already?"

"Yeah. Woke up, went for a run. Beautiful sunrise," Dean and I stared at the energetic man as he explained his early start. "Anyways, cleaned up. Went and got breakfast. Grabbed you guys real bacon and eggs, extra grease. Not even gonna argue."

"Mm, perfect." I hummed as we sat at the Map Table.

Dean passes a to-go box and plastic utensil my way. I open the container, and once the smell hits my nose, my stomach rumbles. Sam pulls a bag from his jacket pocket and tosses it beside my food. A smile lights up my tired face. Sam remembered to ask for ketchup packets, knowing I wouldn't eat my eggs without the condiment. He folds his jacket before setting it on the table as Dean questions him.

"Wait. You went running?"

"What? Why do you look so worried?"

"Let's see. There's Cas, who I told to haul ass here. That was days ago. He's still out there. Um, there's you."

"Me?" Sam scoffs. "I feel great."

"I'm sure you do, but Sam, you went through the trials. Okay, that put a big strain on you. I just think it's better if you took it easy, you know, and didn't act like you were—"

Sam straightens his posture, his eyes glowing before interrupting Dean, finishing with, "Possessed by an angel."

The eldest Winchester and I stare at Sam—or rather Ezekiel—taken aback by the sudden change.

"And he does feel better. A work in progress, of course, but I am slowly healing him." The angel assures us.

I put my fork down, adding, "That's great. Um, but—"

"I have news. I've picked up chatter among the angels. Not all are wandering around in confusion."

"Yeah, some of 'em are after Cas," Dean states.

"There is a faction that is rapidly organizing and finding human vessels to contain them."

"Led by Naomi?"

"I have not heard that name, no. But it is this faction's leadership who want Castiel found. You see, Dean, I can be useful."

"So can my brother. So, why don't you go check your e-mail, and if I need your help, I'll let you know."

"Dean," Zeke tries before the hunter repeats himself.

"I said I'll let you know."

As told, the angel goes back into hibernation. His eyes glow before Sam continues where he left off.

"I mean, you know, Cas is human now. It's gonna take him a lot longer to travel."

"I'm gonna get whiplash," I mumble to myself, prompting Sam to question my comment. "Nothing."

Dean clears his throat before directing the attention away from me. "Um, all right, so I was thinking that if the angels are organizing, then that makes them a lot more dangerous than we thought."

Yet, he only makes it worse.

"Why do you think they're organizing?" Sam asks, confused at the sudden, out-of-the-blue, and newfound information.

Dean stares at this brother, realizing his mistake. He hesitates, attempting to come up with a plausible explanation for the intel provided by Ezekiel just moments before.

"It makes sense," I add before biting into my bacon.

"My point is, is that the more of them that are after Cas, the worse it is, so... we got to find him." Dean finishes.

Sam nods. "I'll grab my laptop."

After breakfast, we agreed to meet in the library. Dean stood next to Sam, focused on the project before him. His attention quickly shifts as I walk in. The man's eyes scanned me from head to toe before a smirk emerged on his face. My stomach dropped, not sure whether to be insecure or elated underneath his intense gaze.

"What?" I ask, halting beside him.

"I didn't think you'd be able to tame all that hair," Dean gestures to my double-Dutch braids. "It's surprising, really."

"Shut up!" I playfully shove his torso, failing to stifle my laughter.

His flawless smile makes its limited appearance as he laughs. I shook my head as our laughter began to die, hoping to keep the blush at bay. My eyes wander past Dean and over to Sam. He wears a knowing smile, eyes flickering between his brother and me. The blush I was trying to avoid slowly rises to my cheeks, and Sam is to blame.

I tear my gaze from the Winchesters and focus on the map that's spread across the table. Three red circles, each bigger than the last, were drawn over The Centennial State. Dean traced my stare back to the map before leaning over it.

"All right, so this is where Cas called from on Tuesday—Longmont, Colorado." He began, explaining the map's context. With the tip of a closed, black Sharpie, he traces each ring for emphasis. "Each circle is how far he might have gotten in one, two, and three days out."

"Okay. Here we go," said Sam, capturing our attention. We hover over his shoulder, seeing that he hacked into the city’s police database. "The same day he called from Longmont, weird murder, same town. Cops said it was like the girl was blasted from the inside out."

"Angel kill," Dean recognized their signature killing style. "They might have just missed Cas."

"Unless they got him," I mutter.

For a moment, it was silent as we feared the worst. Sam returned to his laptop and clicked the attached news article to the report. The caption read 'TWO PRIESTS FOUND OUTSIDE ST. ANNE'S CATHEDRAL IN GRISLY MURDER.'

"You got an Emory Park, Iowa?" Sam asks his brother.

"Emory Park, Emory Park. I just saw that." Dean runs his finger along the map, searching for the town. "Yeah, a couple days outside of Longmont."

"Okay, because two priests were murdered there Thursday. Eyes blown out, evidence of torture. They were impaled on posts."

"Torture?" Dean asks aloud, resulting in Sam to assure he heard correctly.

"Angels are looking for info," I say, piecing the puzzle together.

"Man, if they get to him before we do..." Dean trails off. Sam and I reply with a 'yeah,' understanding what Dean didn't finish.

*Longmont, Colorado*

We arrived at St. Anne's Cathedral by four p.m. I exited the backseat of the Impala once Dean parked the car, not bothering to wait for whoever decided to tag along. Just as I was about to walk towards the Cathedral, a group of groundskeepers caught my eye. They gardened beside the church and near the cemetery. I cursed to myself, knowing my high heels would surely sink into the ground.

Dean stops beside me and glances in the direction I was looking at. I voice, "I think we should start with them."

"Lead the way."

His words manipulated my lips into a smile. For the first time, Dean allowed me to take the lead. No second-guessing, no doubting, no arguing. Just trust. And with that, I began my journey along the patchy grass and uneven stone walkway leading into the garden.

As we walked down the path, I spotted a man in a brown suede jacket unlocking the gated graveyard. He pulled the gates open, watching as we approached. Dean and I flash our FBI badges, introducing ourselves. Without any pushback, we asked if he recognized Castiel based on his physical description. The stranger pondered silently before entering the cemetery with us following behind.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I know this guy you're talking about," He said, taking his white and blue gardening gloves off. "Sounds like Clarence."

"Clarence?" Dean and I ask in unison.

He nods, explaining, "The church—it runs a shelter in town, and we work here. We earn our keep. Clarence spent a couple nights and then had to move on."

"And he left the day the bodies were found?" The hunter in disguise questions.

"Matter of fact… Oh, man, those poor guys were a mess. They must have suffered bad." The man spoke with despondency before cheering up. "But at least now they're with the angels."

Dean averted his eyes towards the ground before muttering, "I sure as hell hope not."

I nudged his arm as the stranger's face fell upon hearing Dean's remark.

"Clarence happen to mention where he was headed?" I ask, getting back on topic.

"No. He just said he always had to keep going."

We thanked the helpful individual before Dean began to head back to the car. I reach into my purse and pull out $40, handing it to the man who stood before me. His eyes widen before shaking his head, denying the gift. My hand reaches out again as I take a step closer.

"Please, take it. I know it isn't much, but I appreciate your help. Take it."

He hesitates but takes the twenties from my outstretched arm. Uttering his thanks, the man offers a small smile as a gesture of gratitude. I smile back and turn to leave. My eyes find Dean standing just beyond the cemetery gates, watching and waiting for me. I walk with my head down, avoiding the hunter's eyes while trying to maintain a balance between the grass and widely spaced stones.

"That was nice," said Dean.

"You sound surprised."

"No, I just—it was a nice gesture."

I shrugged, "No big deal."

Silence fell between us. I could feel his hesitation before finally asking, "Why'd you do it?"

My own hesitance to answer the loaded question stopped me in my tracks. The function in my legs returns, and I walk again as if my body didn't just slam on its emergency brakes. Memories flashed across my eyes, reminding me of the tough times I had endured as a child. I could still feel the muggy heat that nearly suffocated me, unable to cool from an air conditioner or box fan from the lack of unpaid electricity bills many Julys ago. My bones can still recount how harsh the winter air had been as we moved all our belongings from our house due to the court-ordered eviction.

"I know what it's like to be in his position, to struggle—to live day to day," I say, my head hung with embarrassment. "I remember standing in line at our local church, just waiting to be handed our share of groceries for the week. My parents had just divorced—they worked hard to provide for us, but sometimes it wasn't enough. They did their best, though. Things got better after a while. We were fortunate enough to bounce back. So, when I see those in similar situations, I don't know—I guess it hits home more than I want it to."

Dean halts once my confession is complete. I shift my gaze from the ground to meet his forest-green eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't know," he murmured.

"I didn't expect you to." I gave the hunter a small smile. "We all have a past. It shapes us into who we are. Right?"

He nods, "Yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

"Thankfully, you won't find mine online. Can't say the same about yours, though." I taunt, my smile growing wider as Dean's face drops.

"You didn't..."

"I haven't had a chance yet. We've been pretty busy."

"How did you find them?" I shrug nonchalantly, feeling the weight of his penetrating gaze on me. My eyes drifted from his narrow, intense stare as he figured out which bird sang. "It was Charlie, wasn't it?"

"What? Charlie—no, no. I don't even remember the last time I talked to her." I lie, hoping to save my friend from an unfortunate phone call.

"Uh huh," Dean grunts, clearly unconvinced.

Finally, the Impala was within eye distance. The urge to kick off my heels and complete the stretch barefoot was strong. Suddenly, as if my heels knew of my desired betrayal, my foot slipped on one of the stepping stones. My other foot quickly moved to support my balance but failed as my heel sunk into the grass. A tiny squeal left my throat, and with my eyes tightly shut, my body began to fall backward.

Adrenaline courses through my veins, my heart quickening as I free fall towards the ground. The last thing I expected was a strong pair of arms saving me from an embarrassing tumble. As if it was possible, my heart races faster. I open my eyes slowly, worried I'd be in the arms of another and not the man I loved. But when I saw his handsome face, a profound sense of relief swept through my body.

Dean leaned over me, his arm encircling my shoulders while the other supported my lower back, his eyes scanning every inch of my countenance. "You all right?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." I breathed out, enarmed by the way he held me so close.

He pulls me back to my feet and grins. "Think you can manage walking back to Baby without breaking your ankles, or do I need to carry you?"

"Shut up." I crouched down to retrieve the heel that had slipped off during my stumble, dislodging it from the grass. "I'd love to see you walk in my shoes—literally."

The Winchester graciously allowed me to lean against his body as I balanced on one heel to put on the other. I try ignoring the thrill of our closeness, but his cologne fills my nose, making my head spin with a longing I’m all too familiar with. His hand resting on my hip distracts my yearning for surprise. I stand tall, and despite the added height that my heels provide, Dean still towers over me. My eyes find his own before his trail to my lips. He wouldn’t… And as I predicted, his hand falls to his side and he takes a step back.

Clearing his throat, he begins, “We should, uh…”

“Yeah,” I nod.

"All right," Dean draws his brother's attention. "Well, he's definitely been here. Good news is he's getting cagey. He's using a fake name—Clarence."

Sam amusingly scoffs, "That's what Meg used to call him. Of course, he doesn't get that's the name of a pretty famous angel."

"What?" asks Dean.

"'It's A Wonderful Life.'" Dean shakes his head, the ends of his mouth frowning, still clueless. "Dude, seriously?"

The younger Winchester looks at me for backup. "Sorry, Sammy, I'm with Dean on this one."

"Typical," he mutters under his breath.

"What'd you come up with?" Dean challenges.

"Another angel kill, outside a town called Lafayette about a day's travel east of here."

"What is that, Indiana?"

"Yeah. Body was found in a homeless camp. Insides barbecued, the whole nine."

"Homeless guy?" I ask as I lean forward and look over Sam's shoulder to read the article he had pulled up.

"No, a pharmacist from Dayton."

"Huh," Dean and I say in unison before he turns the engine to begin our trip East.

*Lafayette, Indiana*

The elevator chimed before opening on the ground floor. The lead detective steps off first, and we follow behind.

"Damnedest thing I ever saw. Vic had a stab wound, but it's not what killed him. It's like his insides were—"

"Vaporized?" Dean finishes. The detective stares at him, stunned that he hit the nail on the head. "It's been going around."

As we approach the door beside the reception desk, an officer buzzes us in. Dean holds open the door for me, and I mumble a small 'thanks' before trying to keep up with the fast men. The investigator leads us into the office space, past other detectives and officers, towards the back.

"So, this guy was a pharmacist from Ohio?" Sam asks.

"Apparently. Total family man, religious. One day, just hops in the S.U.V., takes off, dies under a bridge here from God knows what." The confident man stops near an empty desk, taking the bags of evidence from one to another. "This is his stuff. Help yourselves."

We thank the investigator as he walks around the Winchesters, and before he leaves us, he halts beside me.

"If you need anything, and I mean anything—" The detective emphasizes, a smug smile pulling at his lips while his eyes cascade down my body. "Let me know."

"I'm good." I rolled my eyes at this man's cockiness before stepping between the boys.

Sam picks up a bag of evidence as I grab the other, and we dump its contents onto the desk. I reached for the Bible, seeing if the victim wrote any clues within the margins. Dean scoffs, grabbing Sam's and my attention. He wore a scowl on his face, aiming it towards the detective. Sam and I furrowed our brows in confusion over Dean's sudden sulkiness.

"Can you believe that guy?" The eldest Winchester asks, shaking his head.

"What?" Sam inquiries.

"Did you not hear what he said to her? The man's sick. She's only 19!" Dean whisper-yells over me.

"I'm right here, D."

His eyes cut to me. They were a darker shade than usual. Somehow, it only made him sexier. He narrowed them at me, asking, "And?"

"And, I can handle some guy hitting on me."

"Well, you shouldn't have to. And I won't let it happen, not anymore."

"So what? You plan to cock block me from now on?"

"Yes!" My eyes widen at his quick response. He takes a deep breath, calming himself before saying, “You're too young to be having sex anyway."

"Dean, you started having sex at 16. You're the last person to lecture anyone about having sex too young. Leave her alone." Sam butts in.

Dean rolls his eyes, knowing if he talked anymore on the subject, he'd be a hypocrite. Without another word, he snatches the victim's phone from the desk. He begins to look through it as Sammy and I look at each other and smile in triumph. I flip through the small Bible but find nothing out of the ordinary. As I placed it back on the desk, I couldn't help but wonder why Dean cared so much.

"Anything?" The youngest Winchester asks the oldest as he walks around the desk and sits in the chair.

"Nothing weird," He continues to search while making his conclusions. "Crappy music, a lot of podcasts, all the same one. Reverend Buddy Boyle's 'Goin' For Glory Hour.'"

"Cop said he was religious."

Dean leans toward Sam and plays the video. I walk around the desk and watch with the boys.

"Join me in a heapin' helpin' of glory, friends. When you're in the presence of the divine, you'll know it. And if you let yourself, you'll hear it." The man's Southern accent cuts as Dean impatiently fast-forwards. "So, remember, when angels come a-knocking, let 'em on in."

The video ends. We look at one another, getting the very clear message the preacher was trying to convey.

"Angels can't possess a human without permission, right?" Sam asks.

"Yep." Dean answers, aggravated.

"So, what, they're using this guy to find vessels?"

"It's a willing audience," I point out.

"They're all religious types like our pharmacist here. Buddy Boyle was telling them to let the angels take them over."

"Like body snatchers," says Sam.

"How big a reach does this Boyle guy have?" I ask, prompting Sam to use the computer in front of him.

He clicks on the link: Buddy Boyle's Influence, world wide. It brought us to the Reverend's web page, displaying a world map. Red beacons were scattered across every continent, serving as markers for his loyal followers.

"Pretty much the entire planet," Sam answers.

Our eyes were wide, not expecting such a wide demographic. Without another word, we walk out of the police station.

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littledollll · 2 years ago

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All Mine

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Warnings: this is straight up smut. Lil fluff at the end, deep subspace, mean Lucifer for about 2 seconds, punishment, overstim, bondage (barely), fingering, d/s, master kink?, vibrator, thigh riding, crying, mirror but it’s quickly forgotten about, probably ooc Lucifer, very sweet Lucifer for aftercare, R has like 2 lines, safeword exists it just isn’t used

A/n: this is my first full on smut and I am SCARED, also also English is my second language so don’t judge the writing too hard, anyways thanks to my bae fiancé, pebbles for reading before anyone else and being a blushing mess while I freaked out abt it.

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You were a fucking mess. Arms tied above your head, vibrator pressed securely on your clit held by the bindings around your thighs, mirror on the ceiling mocking you as you squirmed in bed, you can’t remember how many times you’ve already cummed or how long you’ve been there.

It was all your fault really, you were bored and Lucifer was busy doing whatever, so you plotted on finding ways to get their attention back on you, you decided on having a “chat” with a lust demon, big mistake, the demon quickly grew comfortable with you making an attempt to get you to lay with them, the demon was punished accordingly of course, everyone in hell was well aware of who you are and what you mean to Lucifer, so really it’s the demons fault no?

The demon lost his head but Lucifer wouldn’t do that to you of course not, they decided they decided they better entertain you if you were bored enough to whore yourself out to their subjects, but they still had work to finish so now here you were. Practically drowning on your own wetness- both tears and cum, throat hoarse from moaning and screaming, you gave up on trying to open your eyes the humiliation of seeing yourself in the mirror being simply too much, as another orgasm hit you a sob escaped your lips. You swore it was the last one, it had to be physically impossible to keep coming but oh you were so wrong.

You were reduced to sobs and whimpers by the time Lucifer finally came back and you wanted nothing more than for your master to cradle you in their arms, body weak as you tired (and failed) to squirm away from the toy, you never felt unsafe though and both you and them knew how much you could take, despite your current position you could stop this whenever you wanted to, you just had to say the word or give a signal, yet you didn’t.

They immediately untie your hands, sitting against the headboard and sitting you between their legs while you’re still thrashing against the toy coming undone once again and gripping onto them for stability, your head is so empty you can barely talk, your mind growing fuzzy. They noticed this, of course.

“Hi sweet one” they cooed, gently moving the hair covering your eyes to get a good look at you, you looked a perfect mess, so ready to please them, just how they wanted you. “hurt- it hurts ‘m so empty- please-!” You were ready to continue begging, not really sure if you were begging for them to make it stop or give you more but got quickly cut off when they finally untied your legs along with the vibrator turning it off, but quickly replacing it with their hand thrusting three fingers into you using their palm to continue to torture your clit.

“Look at yourself doll, oh how pretty you look.” They grabbed your jaw and forced you to look up. Your hips were uncontrollably grinding onto their hand and your head rolled back against their shoulder, all you could let out where sobs and whimpers. The ruler of hell and all sin looking at you with pure lust.

“You want to act like a whore you’re gonna get fucked like one, you understand don’t you pet?” Their tone was practically dripping in sweetness while degrading you. You only whined in response, your eyes were so unfocused and your breathing erratic, their other hand moved up to your neck squeezing just the right amount. “Oh you’re so lost in that little head of yours, listen to my voice little love, masters right here, give me one more”

At their command you came for what you thought would be the final time, mouth open in a silent scream as they helped you ride it out their hand came to a slow stop only pulling out when you tried to turn your body towards them.

They helped you turn, wrapping their arms around you, their wings hiding you both, something they knew always made you feel safe. You wordlessly curled into them wrapping your arms around their neck as your cries and aftershocks finally slowed down. After a while Lucifer said your name, so softly you almost missed it in your half conscious state, and you shook your head and sighed into their neck, you weren’t ready to leave headspace just yet.

They hummed in response. “Still my sweet little doll, I watched you the whole time, did you know that?” you shook your head again. “You looked divine, still do. Falling apart over and over at my will, I saw when your pretty little head went blank, how you craved me even more from that moment.” you pulled away from their neck, looking at them with an adorable pout they couldn’t help but chuckle, giving you a sweet kiss as their hands moved up to cup your face.

“What is it, pet?” you seated yourself on their thigh, flinching away for a second before you fully straddled them and looked at them with the best puppy eyes you could muster. “Oh haven’t you had enough for today, doll?” Again their hands wandered down, soothingly rubbing your sides and you shook your head. “Hurts really good doesn’t it pet? You like having your mind fuzzy and empty that much? Not being able to get a word out, you’re only here to please me isn’t that right?” Fuck, they knew how to drive you absolutely mad.

You wanted to answer, you really did! But your mind was really too far gone, so you gave them a wordless nod as you moved your hips to slowly grind against them, automatically making you fall against them with a whimper. “My sweet pet, you are much too sensitive to move on your own, let me help you hm?”

Lucifer didn’t need a reply, simply tightening their grip on your hips and helping you move much- much faster causing your to gasp and frantically grip their arms in an attempt to slow them down. “No no no, come on pet. You wanted this. I told you it was enough for today and you had the audacity to pout. Now take it.”

Your breathing was ragged and your eyes were tearing up again. A hand came up whipping away a tear and sweetly cupping your face, which you happily leaned into closing your eyes. “You’re all mine. You know that pet? I own you. Your perfect body, precious little mind, corrupted soul, and beautiful heart. All mine, be a good little doll and come for me.”

Only then did they allow you to move on your own, clenching your thighs around their own when you reached your high, you cried out slowly rutting against them through the aftershocks, the only sounds in the room were your whimpers and their soft voice bringing you down from your high.

“I need you to come back to me sweet one, can you breathe with me? Just slow down doll, you’ve been so good” you let out a pleased hum, nuzzling into your lovers neck and followed their breathing as their hand calmingly brushed through your hair. Lucifer tried lifting your head but you resisted, hiding into them further if that was even possible. “Let me look at you, doll” the thought of losing their warmth was killing you, but you complied.

Lucifer was sure they were back in heaven once your eyes met them, half lidded, a little watery and unfocused, perfect face covered in a soft blush. “Hello my love..” they smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“How about a bath, and you can go right back to hiding in my arms?” you nodded excitedly, giving them a quick kiss before hiding your face again and hugging them tighter as they stood up, their arms supporting your back and legs.

“Making me carry you and everything. Is this is how you treat the ruler of hell?” You giggled at that, the fuzziness in your head slowly clearing away. “My apologies your grace, shall I carry you?” You mused after clearing your throat, earning an unamused look from Lucifer before they responded.

“I should certainly like to see you try, pet.”

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call-sign-jinx · 2 years ago

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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw - Her

Summary - you’re Bradley’s best friend and he tells you who he loves which breaks your heart

Warnings - fluff, swearing, drinking

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A/N - hiya me luvlys! how r u luvly people doing today? also, for whatever isn't requested specifically, the reader will always have a northern british accent, like a manchester accent. just a preference sorry ahaha xx

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader

Bradley has been my best mate since I moved to America. I moved in right next door to him with my mum and dad and little sister Alya. We moved to America because my dad got a new job and thought it was best for all of us.

Bradley then became my best friend very quickly. The first day we met to be more precise. He stuck up for me when I were getting bullied during my first week of my new school. Some bitch decided to take the piss out of me and Alya cause we’re fucking Polish? Okay mate. Anyway, I’m getting side tracked here.

Bradley stuck up for me and Alya right off the bat. He was so sweet and he gave Alya his lunch cause them kids decided to fucking take her lunch which is just classic stupid ass bully shit from films.

Now god knows how many years later, we’re in the Navy, as Naval Aviators, went to different academies, and we’ve both been called to Top Gun. He was the first person I called to tell him. And I was the first person he called. We immediately went down to our favourite bar to celebrate, Alya coming as well cause she’s part of our group. But in all honesty, me and Bradley are closer.

Currently, me and Bradley are sat in his Bronco on our way to the Hard Deck to meet some of the other aviators. Hopefully there’s another woman there, if there isn’t I’m gonna be too overwhelmed with testosterone. I already get enough from Rooster over here.

Anyways, as soon as I got into the Navy, people gave me the callsign Fox (you can change the callsign and why you got it but I’m going to use this 😊) because “I’m a fox”, meaning I’m sexy, according to everyone at my academy. Which consisted of all men and one woman who was a WSO who soon retired to be with her family after a training scare. God I miss her, her callsign was Nyx. She was amazing. Bradley said I got my callsign because “I look cute but I’m a silent killer”. I like that reason better.

Back to the Hard Deck. Me and Bradley walked in talking about some shit we did back in high school. Which I am not proud of because it mostly consisted of making out with lads and getting stupidly drunk at parties which led to Bradley taking me home while I sang California Love.

As I looked around my eyes instantly landed on a woman with military uniform on and my eyes lit up. I quickly made my way toward her, accidentally leaving Bradley, and introduced myself.

“Hi, oh my God, you don’t know how happy I am to see another female aviator here…” I looked to her name tag and saw her callsign, Phoenix. “Phoenix! I’m Y/N. But my callsign’s Fox. It’s really nice to know I won’t suffer with too much testosterone alone.” I was rambling at this point, but she didn’t seem to mind. She smiled and nodded at everything I said.

“It really is a relief, before you came over here I thought I would be alone with all these guys. And I love your callsign. How’d you get it?” Phoenix gave me a inquisitive look and I smiled remembering the day some jackass gave it to me.

“Because I’m ‘foxy’ then everyone started calling me it and it just stuck. Because of some fucking wankstain that gave it to me.” Phoenix then burst into laughter as I said “wankstain”.

“Guys are like that all the time, especially Hangman over there.” She points to a guy and he looks like a real life Ken doll.

“Just this moment I thought he was a 6’2 Ken doll. He looks fucking plastic. Wondered why the Hard Deck would put a Ken Doll display up in here.” Phoenix then began laughing to the point she had to hold her stomach.

As Phoenix gained composure, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I turned to look around and saw Bradley. I smiled up at him and rested my head on his hand.

“I see you’ve already met Phoenix.” Bradley stretched his arm across my shoulder and smirked at Phoenix. Does he like her? Why would I care anyway? Do I care? Does he like her though?

“Yep, and I like her more than you already.” I turned my body to face Bradley and he placed his hand on his heart in mock hurt.

“That hurts my feelings sweetheart, how dare you.” The new nickname brought heat to my cheeks. I looked down to my feet quickly then looked back up to him and put a smirk on my face.

“Aww poor Bradley, come on Phoenix we need to give him a hug. He’s having a bad day today.” I made a pouty face and Bradley just stood there with a pissed off smile.

“Shut up Y/N. You know you love me.” I rolled my eyes as Bradley came up and and hugged me by my side.

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“Bro, I can’t be arsed with getting up so early just to meet who we’re gonna be trained by.” I said to Rooster as he took a swig of the shared bottle of Apple Sourz that I got an hour before meeting up with him in his Bronco.

“Best not be some prick who’s full of himself. I swear if he is and he tries anything wiv me, you, Bob or Phoenix am gonna spark him out.” Bradley lets out a hearty laugh and pats my shoulder.

“You British people sure do have a way with words sweetheart.” There it is again. The nickname. It brings heat up to my cheeks yet again and it’s not dark enough to hide so Bradley can see it.

“Are you blushing Y/N?” I immediately look away as my worries were confirmed. Bradley saw me fucking blush. Great.

“No why?” I pretended to be oblivious to the raging red covering my face. It got even darker as Bradley squinted his eyes at me, getting a better look at the rouge covering my whole face most likely.

"You're as red as a tomato Y/N. Is something wrong then? If you're not blushing then why is your face red?" I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, I may be called Fox but I don't think I can get myself out of this one.

"It's getting a bit hot? That's why. It's getting hot." Bradley rolled his eyes at my answer. But he didn't press on it any more. We sat in silence for what felt like forever. Until I broke the silence.

"Bradley?" Bradley sat up and turned to look at me before nodding his head for me to continue.

"How come you've never had a long term girlfriend? I'm sorry for asking but I've always wanted to know because, not gonna lie you are quite easy on the eyes so I just don't understand it." Bradley's eyes widened in shock. I was lying when I said he was "quite easy on the eyes" he's fucking gorgeous! He's fucking perfect for God's sake!

I immediately regretted what I said and before he could even open his mouth I blurted out, "Shit! Sorry! I don't know why I even said that. Just ignore it, you don't have to-" Bradley cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth.

"It's okay Y/N/N, I'm fine with answering any questions you have for me. We're best friends after all, aren't we?" I nodded in response.

"It's because I never truly or fully like or love them. There's something stopping me from doing that. Because I like that thing so much better and all I do is compare them to her." My eyes widened and heart broke, he was in love with someone? That's why he's never had a long term girlfriend? Because he's in love with another woman?

"Her?" Is all I could say. Tears threatened to come out of my eyes, I couldn't cry in front of him after he said that. It'd make it obvious that I was in love with him.

"Yeah, and she's amazing, I think I love her in all honesty. She's smart, she's funny, she's beautiful and she's brave..." I had to look away so Bradley didn't see me cry. She already sounds so much better than I could ever be and he only named 4 things about her.

"And she's got a Callsign that she hates but I absolutely love..." He grabbed my chin with his index finger and thumb and made me look at him.

"And do you wanna know what her Callsign is?" I nodded my head, wanting to know this amazing woman who made Bradley swoon for her.

"Fox." My heart literally stopped. I couldn't breath. The tears completely stopped and I couldn't help the massive smile that was painted across my face.

"Me?" I just wanted to confirm it. Confirm I wasn't imagining that he said my Callsign.

"Yes you. You're the reason I've never had a girlfriend for longer than a month. Because to me, you're so much better than all of them combined. And before you ask, the reason I didn't tell you is because I thought that if I had told you, you wouldn't feel the same and it would ruin our friendship. And yes I know that that's what every guy says to his girl best friend in most of the movies we've watched. So don't even comment on that." In response to his confession, I threw myself on him in a big hug that knocked him onto his back on the bonnet of his Bronco.

After I pulled away from the hug, I looked into Bradley's eyes and smiled. He loved me. Bradley fucking Bradshaw loves me!

"I love you too Bradley. I always have and I always will." Before he could reply, I connected our lips as I ran my hand threw his hair. His mustache tickled my top lip and it made me giggle slightly. Bradley almost immediately kissed back as his hands trailed down my torso to my waist and pulled my closer. I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip asking for permission and he quickly allowed it. Bradley then squeezed my waist which elicited a slight moan from my mouth.

When we both finally pulled away, Bradley had a look in his eyes that I've never seen before. I furrowed my brows, confused at his expression. "What?" I questioned him and all he did was smile more than he already was.

"I've just realised that my life is perfect now that I have you. And no one else can have you." I rolled my eyes with a playful smile on my face.

"You have to pop the question before you can say that, Rooster." We both now had the same smirk on our faces.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you be my girlfriend?" He had a charming mixed with excited smile on his face. One I couldn't say no to of course.

"I would love to be." With that, he pulled my into another kiss.

I finally felt at ease with him. He is basically my emotional support animal but a human. He's always been there for me and now he's my boyfriend. I couldn't be any happier than this right now. Nothing can beat what I'm feeling right now.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster #top gun rooster #rooster bradshaw fluff #rooster fluff #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x you #rooster top gun

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year ago

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Foxy Coltrane x Crazy!Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Foxy with an S/O who hates Otis.

Warnings: Hating on Otis, curses, threats, smuttiness (Specifically meaning talk of cum, penis, and um... volume+proximity to other people)... look, its Driftwood-Coltrane fanfiction. Its not gonna be clean.

For as long as you've known this family, which is pretty much as long as you've been friends with Foxy (He brought you home his next time visiting them. He said you're crazy and you'll fit right in- which you do XD )- you have h a t e d Otis.

He brushed you the wrong way immediately when one of the first things he said near you was putting Foxy down (Someone you really like. Someone you genuinely just click with. Someone who later becomes more then a friend). You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, I mean brothers do mess with each other right?

But goddamnit. The more you tried to look for a redeeming quality in this piece-of-crap man, the less you liked him. He was just gross. He's gross, and cranky, and god d a m n i t, those r a n t s. Just shut up! You're not as smart as you think! No one is listening to you. You're the boss of no one!

Anyway, so your stance on Otis has been pretty steady since the beginning. You god along great with everyone else, cuz like Foxy said you a r e crazy, so they loved you and they didn't put you off at all. You could even have a good time with them when Otis was there, you just didn't really interact with him.

As for Otis' own feelings... well, Otis doesn't like anyone (Except maybe Baby. And he clearly has a soft spot for Mama Firefly too otherwise he would never have come down to dinner in the first movie and brought... whoever was in that jar for her. I cant clearly hear the name.). So he pretty much disliked you from the beginning too. Took one look at you, rolled his eyes and moved on.

Foxy... is a big fan of your distaste for his brother honestly XD Like, you like him more??? Really??? Hell yes. He is fucken better.

And every time that you snap at Otis (Whether it be because he said something rude towards your favourite person, Foxy, or just cuz he was getting on your nerves by... you know... existing- ), Foxy just has this shit-eating grin on his face and he'll keep you safe if Otis decides to lash out and try to hurt you for it. He'll aim a loaded shot gun right at his brother and mean it. And Otis will see that he means it.

(Sure, he may not intend to actually kill Otis like you might enjoy, just wound him, but uh- being shot is gonna hurt like a bitch no matter where the wound is)

It turns him on, too. Like goddamn- the moment you grit your teeth and growl or even spit at Otis- Foxy feels himself getting as hard as rock. The first few times this happens, he doesn't both you about it. He's a grown man, he can handle this. And by 'handle this', i do not mean jerk off. I mean he'll just, sort of, adjust his jeans and live with it until he stops being turned on and it softens up again?? He ignores it, basically. Yes, he will have a yucky creamy mess in his underwear (Or? Just his jeans?? I don't know if these men would wear underwear. They stinky) but eh he can live it. He's gross, you must know this.

One day either you notice it (I mean how can you not? I bet you good money Foxy's pretty large, bigger than Otis and thats saying something, and that would create a thick indentation in his pants 😅😅😅), or Foxy draws your attention to it (Having decided that, yeah. He does wanna fuck his friend. Lets give this a try and see if you're into it), and welllllllllll~

That begins your more then friends thing with Foxy XD

And oh! Yes. You can bet your bottom dollar you are extra loud when Foxy's fucking you in the Firefly house. You dont give a fuck if most of the family hears, they don't care themselves (Mama Firefly is probably just like 'Oh good for sweet Winnie~ ^^ ~', Baby rolls her eyes like 'Ugh, i'm trynna watch a fricken movie here!', Spaulding is at work, Tiny figures someone's having a tantrum upstairs which is pretty standard, RJ just leaves like 'fuck this i'd rather be outside anyway', and Grandpa... 😂😂 sorry but Grandpa probably cheers you on- )- you just want Otis to know how good Foxy is in every single aspect. Its a low blow, but hell if you care?? Otis is a bastard.

Foxy thinks your craziness is amusing and adorable, and he's so chuffed that the one you're crazy for is him.

You're also super affectionate with Foxy when Otis is around. I mean, you're normally affectionate with Foxy (How could you not be?? Look at him! Tell me you don't wanna give him kisses and hug him) because he's great, but it definitely hits different when Otis' (self imposed) lonely ass is around to see it. No one wants worship him, do they?? Nope.

Like, you're all over him like some kind of obsessed love-struck freak (And, again, who could blame you? look at him-). Running your hands up his sides or over his chest (Dipping under his shirts sometimes), your lips on is jaw or giving him a very deep very obscene tongue-kiss, sitting sideways his lap so you can still see him and have intimate whisper-little talks with him (And kicking Otis if you're close enough 😅😅), sucking slow and wet hickeys into his neck while he watches his old movies, etc.

Again- Foxy does not mind at all 😂😅😅 He loves it actually. He doesn't move to stop you at all. In fact, if he brings Otis around you (Which he loves to do on purpose, because he loves to see how protective and loving you get about him when you see Otis with him) he will apologise. Like 'Sorry, sweetheart... couldn't get a sitter on such short notice. Its not my fault y'cant schedule your booty calls better, sweet thing... he'll jack off in the bushes or something.'.

You are totally willing to brawl with Otis if you it comes to it!! If he keeps insulting Foxy, or you, or just reach your limit- you have lunged at him before and Foxy has had to catch you, throw you over his shoulder and walk off like 'nope you, crazy pants, are the best fuck i've had in a while; you're not gettin' yourself killed that easy on my watch'.

Otis... Otis is not much more disturbed or pissed by your attitudes towards him then he is by everyone else's annoying little Things that he hates. He's not bothered, basically (Cuz uh, being annoyed and cranky are his default settings), and that pisses you off more.

... but hey. At least Foxy feels good ^^

#Foxy Coltrane x Reader #Winslow Foxworth Coltrane x Reader #Otis B Driftwood #Otis B Driftwood x Reader #Headcanons #Horror Villains #Foxy Coltrane #Winslow Foxworth Coltrane

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bored-writer101 · 2 years ago

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Friday The 13th (2009) Clay Miller X Reader

A/N: i love horror movies sm so you can understand my surprise when i was watching the friday the 13th remake and jared padalecki showed up on screen😂 i wanted to do a rewrite of this movie after the first time i watched it. of course when i went back to finish it, they had taken the movie off of netflix so i had to rent it😂😭 by anyway! i hope you all enjoy! :) (female reader)

Warnings: this is a rewrite of a rated r horror movie so decent amount of gore and swearing

Summary: You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

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You hopped off the back of Clay's motorcycle, following him into the dingy gas station. He walked up to talk to the clerk while you glanced around the store. You didn't find anything you wanted, so you walked over to stand next to Clay.

"She's gone missing, about a month and a half ago," he said as he pulled the missing posters out of his backpack, "would you mind if I maybe just put a flyer in the window or something?"

"Oh, I heard about that. That's sad. If it was up to me, you could wallpaper the whole place with them," as the clerk spoke, the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm, and Clay waved him off before turning back to the clerk, "but the owner makes the rules. And he's a real-" the man made a honking noise as he raised his eyebrows high on his forehead, implying that the owner was an asshole.

You and Clay both gave him a confused look, "um, well, is he here? Maybe I could talk to him. Maybe if he understood the situation-" the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm again, and you both turned to look at him.

"Um, you gonna buy something? I mean, you've been up here for quite a while yapping, so..." you glared daggers at him; you could not believe the audacity of this guy.

"Um, sure. Yeah," Clay said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side before you could tell the guy off.

"Thanks. We'll have two waters and some gas," the guy said to the clerk once the two of you were out of the way.

"Guess I'm an asshole" Clay muttered loud enough for the guy to hear, while you continued to glare.

"You okay bro? Is everything good?" the guy asked with smug smile.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks. But I'm not your bro" Clay replied.

"So you don't want be friends? You don't wanna hang out?" the guy teased, chuckling to himself.

"You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you," you said angrily.

Clay squeezed your hand, and you glanced up at him. He gave you a look you knew all too well, one that told you to stop while you were ahead. You only rolled your eyes at him before going back to glaring at the guy.

"Let it go, Trent," the girl next to Trent placed a hand on his arm, trying to diffuse the situation.

"It's not me. This guys being a dick," you and Clay both scoffed at him.

"Yeah, it's me. Obviously, I'm the one being a dick" Clay said sarcastically, "sir, thank you very much anyways" Clay said politely to the clerk.

"Yep" the clerk replied with a tight lipped smile.

"I'm sorry," the girl said to Clay as you walked past.

"Thank you" Clay replied quietly before he gently tugged you out of the gas station.

You let go of Clay's hand to grab the helmet sitting on the back of his motorcycle, "god, that clerk was such a condescending jerk! How much you wanna bet he was the owner? And that fucking dickhead too! What is it with the people around here?" you ranted, annoyed.

You looked up when Clay didn't respond. You saw him taping a flyer to the back of a black SUV you hadn't noticed before. There weren't any other vehicles, so it must have belonged to the dickhead guy. You chuckled.

"What?" you only shook your head at him with a smile before putting your helmet on.

Clay swung his leg over the seat of his motorcycle, and you got on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You watched Trent and the rest of his buddies get back into their car. One of the guys got into the trunk, reaching up and pulling it shut. You watched them drive away, Whitney's missing poster stuck to the trunk.

Clay kicked the ignition and you felt the engine rumble to life beneath you before he pulled out of the parking lot. You were only on the road for a few minutes when a cop car flashed it's lights behind you. You felt Clay's chest rise and fall with a heavy sigh as he pulled off to the side of the road. You leaned back slightly and quickly ripped off your helmet.

"Do you know why we're getting pulled over?" you questioned him, "is it cause you're not wearing a helmet? I've told you a million times-"

He cut you off, "it's not that. Just let me do the talking, alright?"

You heard a car door open and close behind you, "welcome back, Clay," the police officer called out as he started walking over.

"You mean that, Officer Bracke?" Clay replied sarcastically.

"And I see you brought a friend this time," the officer said as he approached. He sighed as he pulled off his large aviators, and you knew he was going to try to sympathize, "son, I know you think we're not on your side, that we're just a bunch of dumb country hicks out here."

'That's putting it lightly,' you thought.

"I put two, ten year veterans on that case. We did three dozen interviews and ran a county wide search for your sister. You know how many thousands of people disappear every year, even in this state alone? There's no evidence that anything happened to Whitney or any of those other kids at Crystal Lake," the cop explained, and you rolled your eyes, not caring if he saw.

"There's no car, no witnesses. Nothing. One of those kids was her boyfriend, right?"

"Right," Clay replied with a nod.

"Well, they probably just took off together," it was taking all your self control to not start yelling.

Clay scoffed, "our mother just died of cancer. Did I tell you that?"

"No, sir."

"Well, she did. She was sick for a long time and Whitney took care of her every single day. And then my sister didn't show up for the funeral. See, you just don't know my sister. That's not possible," Clay explained.

"Well, she's not here, son. I would suggest taking your friend here, and try looking someplace else. That's what the other families are doing," the cop said as he placed his aviators back on his face, having used up all the sympathy he had for that day.

The cop turned and started walking back towards his cruiser, and you waited until you heard the car door shut before speaking, "what the actual fuck. The people around here continue to amaze me," you said as the cop drove past.

You looked up at Clay when he didn't say anything, or make a move to start his bike. You could see his jaw was clenched. He stared at the cop car as it drove down the the road, slowly becoming a small dot on the horizon.

"Are you okay?" you asked as you hugged him tight, leaning onto his shoulder.

"I'm fine."

You sighed, knowing that he was far from fine, "I'm sorry, honey. She's here, and we're gonna find her," you said before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," he said softly.

He kicked the ignition on and waited for you to put your helmet back on before pulling onto the road. The cop car had already faded away in the distance. You hoped you wouldn't be seeing him again.

The sun was still high in the sky even though it felt like you had been out all day. It wasn't sweltering hot, but with no cloud cover the sun was beating down on you. The only breeze you were getting was when Clay was speeding down the road.

You were surrounded by cornfields and farmland on either side. There weren't many houses around, and there were many miles in between each one. It took many minutes of driving before you made it to the next house. Clay pulled up and parked at the end of the dirt path that led to the front door. You looked around at the junk scattered in the front yard as the two of you got off Clay's bike. You got a sense of unease as goosebumps spread across your skin. You noticed Clay walking up the path towards the house, and you hurried to catch up with him. You gripped his arm once you were walking next to him. He chuckled as he glanced down at you.

"What? You scared?" he teased you.

"Uh, of course I am! What kind of a question is that?..." your voice trailed off as you continued to scan your surroundings.

"Hello?" Clay called out as you approached the door.

The front door was open, but the screen door was shut and locked. You had full view into the house through the glass. You could see into a cluttered kitchen. There was a large wreath hanging on the side of the fridge.

"Hello?" Clay called out again before knocking on the door a few times.

After a few seconds of silence, you spoke up, "looks like no ones home. Let's get the hell out of here," you let go of his arm to wrap your arms around yourself.

"Hold on, I'm gonna leave a flyer."

"Good idea, but hurry up, please."

Clay knelt down to open his backpack and get a flyer out. As he did this, an all black dog jumped up on the screen door, barking loudly. You both jumped back, you letting out a loud, "shit!" as you reached for Clay.

"Christ!" he exclaimed as the two of you watched the medium sized dog jump at the door while continuing to bark.

The dog growled as an older lady with graying hair came to the door. She grabbed the dogs collar and opened the door, an angry scowl on her face. You gripped Clays jacket tightly as you stood somewhat behind him.

"I just wanted to ask you a question" the dog barked again, startling both you and Clay.

"Hush!" the woman yelled at the dog.

"I wanted to ask you, um, if maybe you've seen somebody. My sister" Clay said shakily as he held up the flyer, "she came camping up around here with some friends and she's gone missing," the woman looked down at the flyer before looking back up at Clay.

"She ain't missing. She's dead," she said, matter of factly.

"What?"

"People go missing around here, they're gone for good. Outsiders come, they don't know where to walk. They bring trouble. We just wanna be left alone! And so does he," the lady explained.

"So does who?" Clay asked.

She didn't answer, she just reached out and pulled door closed.

"Ma'am, please. So does who?" she ignored Clay's plea, instead she turned and walked back into her house, pulling the dog along with her.

You looked up at Clay, who looked down at you with a terrified and confused expression, "what the hell do you think she was talking about?" he muttered as the two of you turned and began walking back toward his motorcycle.

"I don't know. Some local legend, maybe? I think every towns got 'em," Clay chewed at the nail on his thumb anxiously, "she doesn't know anything. She probably got told some scary story as a kid because all these small town hicks don't like 'outsiders.' We're gonna keep looking until we find Whitney," you reassured him.

Clay nodded as he leaned back against his back, still chewing on his nail. You sighed deeply as you walked to stand in front of him.

"What now?" you asked.

"We keep driving. Hit every house we see. Then we can try to search the camp," you nodded before the two of you got back onto his motorcycle.

You drove a ways down the road, the sun was starting to get low in the sky as you parked in front of a large, red barn. You could hear some sort of machinery buzzing inside. Clay hopped of the motorcycle, setting his backpack down before pulling off his jacket. You quickly snatched it from him, wrapping it around you. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a lopsided smile.

"You stay here this time, yeah?" you nodded, not wanting to deal with anymore weird country folk.

He leaned in and kissed you quick before turning and walking into the barn. After about a minute he came walking back out, and you heard somebody yelling from the barn. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you stood up. You saw Clay walking back over to you.

"What was that all about?" you asked, and he shook his head.

"Just another weirdo. Let's go."

The next house you pulled up to looked somewhat normal, so you walked with Clay up to the front door. It was a large vacation looking cabin. You knocked while Clay reached down to pull a flyer from his backpack.

"Hi, we're sorry to bother you. We're looking for someone and..." your voice trailed off as you recognized the girl in the doorway; ur was the girl from the gas station.

"Hey" she said, also recognizing the two of you.

You smiled and nodded back as a greeting.

"No luck?" she asked with a frown.

"No. No, not yet"

"May I?" she asked, reaching out for the flyer.

"Yeah" Clay said as he handed it to her.

"She's pretty."

"Thanks" Clay said quietly.

"Do you guys wanna come in for a second, grab a drink?" she asked.

"Uh..." you and Clay glanced at each other before looking back at her, " I don't think your boyfriend would like that too much" you nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry about it. He'll be fine" you and Clay glanced at each other again before you shrugged.

"Thanks" Clay said with a smile.

The two of you stepped into the house, the girl closing the door behind you. You followed her into what looked like the living room. You saw two guys sitting at at table eating, and another girl holding up a video camera. She pointed it over at the two of you, but you could see her aim it at Clay. You felt jealously begin to boil in your gut, but it didn't have long to simmer. The guy from before came out from the kitchen.

"Hey, Trent, uh, you remember..." she trailed off as she gestured to the two of you.

"Clay," he said.

"Y/N," you squeaked out, feeling a mix of anger and jealously.

Trent did not look too happy with the two of you, "Of course I remember Clay and Y/N. Why are they in my house?"

"Hey, new guy, and new girl. Beer?" the girl who was previously holding the video camera held out a beer can in both hands.

"No, no," Trent put out a hand to stop her before you could snap at her, "they've gotta get going. You got flyers to pass out, right?" you bit the inside of your cheek as to not flip out on this douchebag.

"Yeah," Clay said simply, "right"

"Look, if you're hungry, we-" Trent cut his girlfriend off.

"Okay. Look, Clay, Y/N, obviously she's just trying to be nice. But you two can't stay here. No offense, but this is a private party. I don't know you."

"No, you don't know us." Clay said.

"That's so funny, I just said that. Like two seconds ago, that I don't know you. I would probably leave soon before I get pissed off and you know..." Trent trailed off, and you stifled your laughter.

"Yeah?" Clay egged him on.

"Yeah," he replied sternly.

"What happens then?" Clay continued to antagonize him.

"Hey, look. Take it easy, Trent, all right?" the girl stepped between the boys, pressing a hand to Trent's chest, "I'll just- I'll walk you out, the three of you turned and walked toward the door.

"Jenna. Jenna, come on. Where are you going?" Trent called out, but she ignored him as she slammed the door behind her.

"Sorry about that" Jenna said to you.

"That's alright. It's his house, you know?" Clay said.

"Where's your car?" she asked as she looked around.

"I do not have a car, but I do have her" he said, as you walked up to his motorcycle.

"Nice!"

"Thanks"

"I bet she's fast. My uncle used to have a bike just like this."

"Oh, yeah. She goes real fast," Clay responded with a chuckle.

"So where you off to next?" Jenna asked after a moment of silence.

"Well, we haven't been to the other side of the lake yet, so we were probably gonna go check that out," Clay told her.

"You guys want some company?" she asked, and you could see the pleading look in her eyes.

You glanced at Clay before looking back at her, "we'd love some company," you told her.

Instead of taking his motorcycle, Jenna suggested you walk down the trail that circles the lake. You happily agreed and the three of you made your way toward the trail. You walked on Clay's right, while Jenna walked on his left. You walked in silence for a bit before Jenna spoke up.

"So you and your sister must be pretty close?"

"Yeah, we were pretty close when we were younger. But we kinda drifted, you know. I mean, I bailed when I was 17, and she stayed with my mom. Um, she kind of had to, I guess. I don't know, she's always been the responsible one" Clay explained.

"So, when's the last time you talked to her?" Jenna asked.

"Uh, about six months ago. We got into a fight, actually. She uh, she called and said she wanted to see me. Said she was counting on me, and I never showed."

"Hold on," you said as you knelt down on the side of the trail.

You picked up the object from the ground, twirling it around in your hands. Clay and Jenna came over too look over your shoulder at what you had found.

"What is that?" Jenna asked.

Clay leaned down and you handed it to him, "it's a GPS," he said as you stood back up and continued walking.

Clay handed it back to you after examining it more closely. The screen was cracked and it wouldn't turn on. You shoved it into your back pocket and continued down the trail. You walked a few more minutes before coming across the entrance to a camp. The sign above the entrance read CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE in fading white pain. You felt yourself shiver as you read the words, and you hugged Clay's jacket tighter around you.

The three of you searched all the old cabins. They were decrepit and dusty. All the old furniture was still there. The bunk beds and dressers, old lamps and toys. It was eerie to see all of the old things. You wondered how long it had been since camp had actually been held here.

The sun had set by the time you had searched almost all the cabins. Fortunately, Clay had packed two flashlights in his backpack. You gave yours to Jenna, as you could see the fear is her eyes. You did your best to stay close to Clay.

"Let's just check out this last cabin, then we'll head back" Clay said as you walked toward the final cabin.

The cabin was just as old and dirty as the rest. There were dirty baby dolls and other toys scattered all over the floor, along with the the bunk beds that were falling apart. A matted teddy bear in the corner of the room made you want to turn back for the door.

"You really should call the police" Jenna said, and you turned and hurried over to them when you realized they had moved a room over.

"I've already called. They're not looking for her anymore. No one is, except for us" Clay replied.

"Then they should look harder because-" Jenna was cut off by the floorboards breaking underneath her foot, she gasped is surprise, "ow!" she cried out as her foot fell a few inches to the dirt ground below.

"You all right?" you asked as you reached your hand out for hers.

"I'm okay, I'm okay" she lifted her foot out of the hole, bringing it up to rub her ankle.

"You sure?" Clay asked.

She nodded, "yeah."

Clay reached down and picked up a dirt crusted baby doll from out of the hole in the floor.

"Please put that nasty ass thing down," you said, and he promptly threw the doll back on the floor.

"Let's get out of here," you nodded at his words.

"Yes please."

The three of you quickly made your way out of the cabin. You walked down the dirt path until Clay's flashlight began to flicker before turning off completely.

"Give me a sec, I gotta change my batteries," Clay said as he stopped to kneel down and get some batteries out of his backpack.

Jenna shined her flashlight down so he could see while you scanned your surroundings. Surprisingly, there were still some lights on the outside of the cabins that still worked. It didn't help much in illuminating the camp, though. Suddenly, you heard rustling in the distance behind you. The three of your heads shot toward the noise.

"Someone's coming," Clay said before he got up and grabbed your hand.

"Oh shit. Let's go" Jenna said, grabbing onto your arm.

Clay pulled the two of you along to a canoe holder a few feet away. You helped Jenna slide underneath before you followed quickly behind. Clay squished himself next to you and the three of you laid there silently. Jenna held a hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing. A tall, shadowy figure came walking down the main trail that cut through the whole camp. You couldn't make out many details in the darkness, but as they approached Clay's discarded backpack, it looked like a body bag was slung over their shoulder. You held tightly onto Clay's arm as you did your best to keep your breathing steady.

The figure walked up to Clay's backpack, and threw what they had been carrying to the ground with a loud thump. Now you were certain it was a dead body as you stared at the bloody stump where their head used to be. Your eyes widened and your hand flew to your mouth to stop the scream rising in your throat. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You held on tighter to Clay's arm, surely leaving imprints in his skin.

You saw the figure pick up Clay's backpack before tossing it back down. They then turned and walked off. You didn't know what he was doing at first, but it didn't matter. Clay quickly slid out from underneath the canoes and reached down to pull you out. You helped him yank Jenna out before the three of you then ran quietly to hide behind a nearby tree. You saw that whoever it was had turned on a large spotlight before walking back over to where you had been previously hiding. They angrily ripped the canoes off their holders, throwing them to the ground haphazardly. They looked around for a few seconds before they lifted the body back up and threw it over their shoulder. They grabbed Clay's backpack with their free hand and started walking towards one of the cabins.

"Wheres he going?" Clay whispered as he crept towards another tree, trying to keep the figure in sight.

"Oh my god. We gotta go," Jenna whispered frantically, but Clay shushed her.

"I gotta follow him," you grabbed Clays arm.

"Are you insane?!" you whisper yelled at him.

"He had a dead body. We gotta go. We gotta warn my friends," Jenna added.

"Jenna's right, we need to get the fuck out of here."

"Okay, okay" Clay said as he turned to follow you and Jenna.

You crept around quietly until you were a few cabins down, the. you started running. The three of you sprinted out of the camp, Jenna leading while you ran behind her. Clay took up the rear as you made your way back towards the house. You had only made it about half way when Jenna tripped over something in front of you. You stopped and helped her up.

"You okay?" Clay asked her.

"Yeah" she replied, breathlessly.

"What the hell is that?" you asked as you knelt down next to Clay.

He pulled up in a string that was at about ankle height across the path. Jenna grabbed your arm and tugged you up.

"Come on, let's go."

You continued running down the trail, following close behind Jenna. You ran for what felt like hours. Your heart continued to pound loudly in your ears as you struggled to breath. You crossed over a small bridge, a landmark that told you that you were getting close. You forced your legs to keep moving as you could see the house come into view.

"Thank god" you muttered, using the last of your strength to make it to the house.

You ran up the steps to the back of the house. Jenna shoved it open and the three of you rushed inside. Jenna went into the living room while Clay slammed the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief as you turned the lock.

"Shit! You scared the piss out of me," one of the guys from earlier exclaimed.

Your relief was short lived as you remembered who's house you were in. Clay looked out the glass of the doors, scanning the tree line to make sure that person wasn't following you. You stood next to him with your hands cupped up against the glass as you peered out into the moonlight night.

"Where is everybody? T-There's a guy out there carrying a dead body!" Jenna told her friend.

"We need to find a phone," Clay muttered to you, "Jenna, where's the phone?" he asked her.

"Uh, I-I don't know. Over there?" she pointed toward the kitchen.

"You fucking with me cause I'm high? That's totally not cool cause I just finished smoking, okay?" Jenna's friend asked shakily.

Your eyes darted everywhere searching for the landline. You spotted it on the counter and you jogged over to pick it up. Clay was close behind as you picked it up off the receiver and passed it to him with shaky hands. He quickly dialed 911.

"Hi, I'd like to report a homicide. Uh, Clay Miller. Yeah, I'm at a house by Crystal lake. It's... Yeah, that's it. Hurry," he said into the phone before hanging up, "they said they're sending someone," he said to the room as he sped walked back over to the back door; you followed him close behind.

"Police?" you noticed Jenna's friend holding a bright purple bong in his hand, and you let out a sort laugh.

"Yeah," Clay replied as he brushed past the guy.

"Where is everybody else?" Jenna asked again.

"I don't know. I've been here all day. Chelsea and Nolan left, like, hours ago to the lake," the guy explained as was getting increasingly more panicked.

"Well, what about Trent? Bree?"

"They're in the bedroom."

You glanced over when you heard him say that, and Jenna gave you an annoyed look.

"Uh oh," you muttered, wondering if you'd have to deal with a breakup in the middle of all this shit.

"What?" Clay asked you franticly, not paying attention to anything else but keeping watch.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing" you assured him as you turned back to look out the window.

Jenna came back after a minute without Trent or Bree. Now you really hated this guy. You were just about to go over and ask if she needed you to get Clay to break the door down, when all the lights in the house went out.

"Oh fuck" you muttered.

"Who's messing with the lights?" you heard Trent yell as he walked into the living room.

"Oh shit. Chewie's still out there," you heard Jenna's friend say.

You watched Clay put the phone to his ear before shaking his head, "phones dead. Jenna, do you have a cell phone? Do you have anything?"

"No, nothing has signal" she told him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Trent yelled as him and who you guessed was Bree walked into the living room.

"Trent-" Jenna tried to stop him, but he ignored her, continuing to yell over her.

"Get the fuck out!" he yelled at you.

"Easy" Clay yelled back.

"They're just trying to help us!" Jenna pleaded.

"Oh and you, you leave with them for eight hours, fucking all over the woods? You know what? Why don't you get the fuck out too?" Trent said angrily to Jenna.

You were running off so much adrenaline at that point that you couldn't stop the words that came out of your mouth, "are you fucking kidding me, bro? You say that like you and Bree weren't just up there fucking! We've been dealing with a murderer, so maybe you should shut the fuck up!" you truly didn't care what these people thought of you, so the burning embarrassment you thought would follow your rant, never came.

Clay backed you up, yelling just as loud, if not louder, "listen, dumb shit! There's a bigger problem-" Trent cut Clay off by pushing him back.

"Are you serious? There is a killer out there! He's the one who cut the lights!" Clay shouted as Jenna stepped in front of Trent.

You didn't make a move to stop Clay. You honestly wanted him to knock this guy out. You'd rather do it yourself, but it would be just as satisfying watching Clay knock the guy to the floor.

"Trent, don't you get it? Chelsea and Nolan never came back," Jenna continued to plead with Trent, "Lawrence, what are you doing?" Jenna questioned her friend as he grabbed a hanging frying pan from off its hook and headed for the back door.

"My boys still out there. I'm gonna go get him" he replied.

"That's a really bad idea, dude," you told him.

"Yeah, don't go out there. Please" Clay pleaded with him.

"Look, I told you, all right? You can't get a handle on me. I'll surprise you every time," he said with a confident smirk before heading out the back door.

'He's fucking dead,' you thought as you shook your head.

"Guys this is bullshit. The power goes out here all the time" Trent said after all of you had waited for Lawrence in silence for a while.

Suddenly, you heard screams in the distance.

"Help me!" you heard Lawrence scream from outside, "help! Help me! Please, help me!"

"Lawrence," Jenna said before running toward the back door.

Clay stepped in front of her put his hands out to stop her, "no, no, no. You can't go out there."

"We have to help him." she said.

"No, we can't-"

You cut Clay off, "he's just using your friend as bait. He wants us to go out, because the second we do, he's gonna get us too.

"Look, you don't know that," Trent said, but the shake in his voice told you that he wasn't so sure.

"Jesus, where are the police?" Bree cried out before walking into the kitchen out of view.

You could still hear Lawrence screaming for help in the distance, "I can't move!"

"Look, we have to help him," Jenna said, but you just shook your head no.

You all stood there in silence, other than Lawrence's screams, "I can't die like this! Help me, please! Trent!" you wanted to help him, but what help would you be to him dead?

"Somebody has to do something! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Bree yelled frantically as she began to sob.

You heard one final scream from outside, then nothing. All you could hear now were the sounds of Bree sobbing. Jenna reluctantly turned and walked over to where Bree was sat on the floor with her knees hugged to her chest.

"Everything's going to be okay. The cops are on their way" Jenna said to Bree as she knelt down next to her.

"You hear that?" you whispered to Clay.

He nodded, "yeah. Nothing."

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized Lawrence was most likely dead. The realization made your heart begin to pound loudly in your ears again. You couldn't hear anything over the thumping as the events of the last few hours flashed through your mind. You felt warm hands on your shoulders before being turned to the left.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Clay asked you with a concerned look on his face.

"Y-Yeah," you lied.

"Listen to me. I am not going to let anything happen to you. We are both gonna get out of this alive," he told you firmly, but still being gentle with you at the same time.

You nodded furiously as the tears began to well up in your eyes. Clay wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He held you close, rubbing your back softly as you sniffed, trying to keep the tears in. You jumped when you heard sudden banging, and you turned to see Trent walking up the stairs. You also noticed the phone lying in pieces on the ground.

"W-What are you doing?" Clay asked him

Trent ignored him, continuing up the stairs. Bree went up after him soon after. You and Clay went back over to look out the back doors. Jenna came over and stood next to you, handing both of you a flashlight.

A few minutes passed when a knocking on the door made Jenna jump and let out a gasp. Clay shushed her. The three of you stood still as statues.

"Police!" you heard someone yell from the door.

"Oh, thank god" Jenna said as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding it.

"Go, go" Clay ushered you to the front door.

"Police, open up!"

Jenna pushed the curtain back to the window next to the door. Before you could pull the door open, a sharp object came through it, the tip of it just barely missing your eye. You were frozen in fear as Jenna screamed and sprinted away from the door.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Go, go, go" Clay grabbed you but the waist and yanked you away from the door.

You were snapped out of your shock and the three of you ran up the stairs and into the first room you found. Clay ran over to shut any open windows.

"Get the door," Clay said.

"Okay, shit," Jenna muttered as you both turned; she let out a short scream when Trent appeared in the door way, making you jump slightly.

"What are you doing? Is he in the house?" Trent asked.

"He killed the cop" Jenna told him.

Trent cocked the pistol he was holding.

"What the fuck, you've got a gun? Let's go, now!" Clay gestured toward the gun then out the door.

You rushed quickly out of the room. Suddenly, Trent stopped and turned to shoot a few shots into the closet.

"For fucks sake!" you yelled as your hands flew up to cover your ears.

"Jesus! What are you doing!? Give me the gun!" Clay yelled at him.

You heard a thud inside the next room to your right.

"Someone's in there," Jenna said with a shake in her voice.

Clay pushed you and Jenna back as Trent turned around started shooting blindly at the closed door.

"Check it out" Clay ordered him.

Trent walked slowly toward the door before turning the handle and attempting to push it open. It seemed like something was in the way, but after one final push, it opened. Trent leaned in to check before he quickly out and shut the door.

"Bree's dead. He killed Bree!" he shouted before turning and running down the stairs.

The three of you followed him down the stairs and to the front door. Clay unlocked it and pulled the door open.

"Holy fuck" you heard the shake in your own voice as you saw the cop; a fire poker had been jabbed through his eye, and you shuddered at the fact that you could have suffered a similar fate. Clay patted down the cop, in hopes of finding anything useful.

"There's no gun, no keys, nothing. Let's go," you ran toward the cop car and Trent tried opening the passenger door with no luck.

You followed Clay to his motorcycle, "where are the keys?" he asked as he searched around for them.

"I don't know!" you replied, continuing to frantically search the ground for them.

"Help! We got officers down!" you heard Trent yell into what you assumed was the cops radio.

"My keys are gone. Where are my keys? Are they in my jacket?" you shoved your hands into the pockets of his jacket that you were wearing, finding them empty.

"No, I don't know where they are!"

"Hey Jenna, fuck these two. Let's get out of here!" Trent turned to grab at the radio again when suddenly, Bree's dead body fell on top of the hood of the cop car; the windshield shattered as Trent began to scream.

Jenna screamed too as Clay began pushing both of you you, "go, go, go!" he repeated as he pushed you toward the woods.

You ran down the trail that went around the lake, and back toward the camp. You jogged the way you had went earlier that day. When you got to the entrance of the camp, Clay led you off on a side path you hadn't noticed before.

"He was headed this way. Come on" you followed Clay to the large cabin you saw the figure walking towards earlier.

You snuck your way inside. Clay led as you held onto his hand tightly, your other arm linked with Jenna's as you crept through the cabin. The place was a decaying mess, just like the rest of the cabins had been. This one was bigger though, and it looked like it had been a counselor cabin. The more you looked around, the more it looked like someone's actual house. As you were walking through the house, you thought you heard distant, muffled screaming.

Clay stopped, seemingly he had heard it too, "did you hear that?" Clay asked and you nodded.

"What was that?" Clay shushed Jenna, and the three of you stood there in silence for a moment.

You heard another scream and it sounded like it came from below you.

"What the fuck..." Clay muttered as he began pushing debris aside with his foot. He used the small pickaxe tool he had found earlier to pull open what seemed to be some sort of basement or cellar door.

You shined your flashlight down to see that it was only a few feet deep. Clay dropped down into the hole before helping you and Jenna down. You crouched down and crawled into what looked like old mining tunnels. They were cluttered with old camping equipment, and other random junk. There was the occasional lantern hung up to keep the tunnels lit.

You walked quietly through the tunnels before coming to a fork. Clay looked at both of his options before turning down the right path.

"This way," Clay said before leading the way down the long tunnel.

The tunnel led to another cluttered area. Off to the right, you saw Whitney chained up and sat on a dirty mattress on the floor.

"Clay? Y/N?" she said in disbelief.

"Whitney? Whitney!" Clay said as he rushed over to her.

"Oh my god, Whitney!" you exclaimed as you followed him.

You were surprised to see her still alive. You were beyond thankful, but after seeing that headless body, your hope of finding her had diminished greatly.

"Thank god," Clay knelt down and hugged her.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he held her close.

"Yeah. Thank god," she echoed.

"You're okay. You're okay. Oh god," he said as he pulled away, holding her face in his hands.

You knelt down next to her and looked down at the chains holding her in place.

"Just get me out of here," Whitney begged.

"We will, we're gonna get you out of here" you told her as you aimed the flashlight down so Clay could see.

"Come on, you guys, let's go," Jenna said frantically from behind you.

"Can you break it? Just break it," Whitney said.

Clay picked up his pickaxe and Whitney held her hands up on a box next to her. You reached over and helped to keep her hands apart and steady. It was a futile effort, as all your hand were shaking.

"Hold still" Clay told her.

"Please hurry," Whitney cried.

Clay reared back then whacked the pickaxe down, missing the chain.

"We gotta get out of here" you heard Jenna whimper from behind you.

"I don't wanna hit you," he said, worriedly.

"Just fucking do it!" Whitney said.

"Okay, okay" Clay took another swing, missing again.

You heard a loud thud in the distance.

"Oh god" Whitney whispered.

One more swing and Clay broke the chain.

"You guys, I can see him. He's coming," Jenna said as she ran back toward you.

"We gotta go," you said as you stood up.

"Grab onto me," Clay told Whitney as he wrapped his arm around her middle.

You helped him lift her up off the ground and the four of you started running down the tunnel, the opposite way of which you came. You ran a few minutes before Jenna stopped in front of you.

"It's a dead end. What are we gonna do?" you heard her say as you saw the end of the tunnel, "Clay?Hurry," Jenna pleaded as he looked around for a way out.

"Here. Here!" Clay pushed on a grate that was above you; he pulled and yanked on it but it wouldn't budge.

He looked down in front of him at a pile of boxes, "we can get through here," you and Clay knocked them down to reveal a small opening in the dirt wall.

"Follow me," Clay said before he crawled in first.

He turned around and stuck his hand out to Whitney, and you ushered her inside. You quickly followed, taking Clay's hand and letting him pull you in. You turned around to help Jenna.

"Give me your hand, Jenna. Come on hurry. Okay, I got you," Clay said as he grabbed Jenna's hand.

Before you could pull her all the way in, a machete was plunged through Jennas chest. Whitney screamed as you all fell back.

"Oh my- fuck! Jesus, god, no," Clay tried to grab Jenna's outstretched hand.

"Clay no, come on. Clay!" Whitney said as you both tried to pull him back.

"Oh, fuck" he muttered as the blade was pulled back out of Jenna, and the man pushed her lifeless body to the side.

"She's gone Clay, we gotta go!" you grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

You ran down the tunnel as fast as you could. As you were running, Whitney accidentally kicked a box with her foot, knocking over a lantern. You heard it shatter on the ground and the loud whoosh of the flames you felt the heat behind you. You hoped that would slow the bastard down.

"Look. I think this might be a way out" Whitney said as you reached a wooden ladder leading up.

Clay climbed up, pushing floorboards out of the way, "alright. Let's go. Come on. Hurry," Clay said once he decided the coast was clear.

You let Whitney go up first, checking behind you as she climbed up the rickety ladder. Clay pulled her up before reaching down to help you.

"Come on," you climbed up and reached out for his hand, letting him pull you up and out of the hole, "let's go," he said as he turned and started walking.

You quickly realized you were in an overturned bus. Clay walked to the other end of it with you and Whitney close behind. The door to leave was above you, and Clay yanked and hit at it to get it open.

"Shit, it's stuck," Clay muttered.

Finally he was able to yank on the handle and it squeaked open. Clay climbed out before reaching down to help you.

"Give me your hand!" Clay called down to you.

You helped push Whitney up and out of the hole as she reached for Clays hand.

"On three. One, two-" before he could finish, something pulled him back.

"Run! Whitney, Y/N, get-" he was cut off as he was yanked away.

"Clay!" Whitney yelled.

"Clay!" you echoed her.

"Stop it!" Whitney yelled as Clays head was smashed through a window above you.

"No! Clay!" you looked up and saw the man who had been terrorizing you; his face was covered by a hockey mask, but you could see his wide eyes staring down at you.

"Shit. Shit, what do we do?" Whitney cried.

"We hide. Move, move" you pushed her toward the other end of the bus.

Whitney climbed up onto a small ledge above the hole you just came out of. You crouched down to the left behind a row of bus seats at the very back of the bus. You stayed quiet as the man walked slowly over to the hole before looking down into it.

"Fuck you," you heard Whitney spit.

You peeled out from your hiding spot to watch her use both her feet to kick him backwards, causing him to fall into the hole.

She hopped off the ledge, tripping and falling face first on the floor. The man came up out of the hole and grabbed onto Whitney's ankle. She screamed as she tried to crawl froward. Her nails scraped along the metal of the bus. She kicked at the man's face, but he didn't let go. She continued to scream as you looked around for anything to help. You noticed a plank and your feet, and you lifted it up over his head. You brought it down hard, knocking him down into the hole and forcing him to release his grip on Whitney's ankle. You jumped over the hole and helped Whitney to her feet as you heard creaking above you.

"Y/N! Whitney!" Clay yelled from above you.

"Clay!" Whitney called back, running toward the other end of the bus, you close behind.

The rain started to pour down onto the three of you as Clay helped you out of the bus. You helped push Whitney up before Clay pulled you up. He helped the two of you hop off the side of the bus before you started running off into the woods as the rain soaked through your clothes. You ran for awhile before coming across the barn you had stopped at earlier in the day. Clay made sure the coast was clear before waving you over.

"Hide" Clay whispered as you stepped into the cluttered barn.

Whitney grabbed onto your hand and pulled you to the left, the two of you crouching down behind a pile of random junk. Clay walked further into barn as you knelt down behind some boxes with Whitney. Suddenly you heard a loud crash. You couldn't see their fight from where you were crouched down. Whitney stood up slightly and peeked out to watch. You waited a few seconds before looking over her shoulder.

The man pulled out his machete and swung it at Clay. Your whole body tensed as Clay dodged the blade and pushed the masked man back into the wall. He was quick to flip Clay around and slam him against a huge wood chipper. It whirred to life, and you recognized it to be the machinery you had heard earlier that day. The man threw Clay to the floor before picking him back up by his hair, pushing his head toward the spinning blades of the wood chipper.

"Shit, Whitney, we have to do something or he's gonna kill Clay," Whitney looked like she was thinking before she stood up and walked to the center of the barn.

"Whitney, wait!" you whisper yelled, but she didn't listen.

You stayed hidden, looking around for some kind of weapon. You saw a metal baseball bat lying in the grassy floor next to you. You picked it up and readied yourself to run out if you needed to.

"Jason," Whitney called out.

You watched him turn and look at her. She held something up, it looked like a necklace of some sort. You peered out and watched the killer throw Clay to the ground.

"It's okay," Whitney said as she began to walk closer to him, "you can stop now. It's okay," you didn't know what the hell she was doing, but it was too late to stop her now.

You watched Clay charge him, hitting him with something in his back. You stood and rushed over as Clay wrapped chain around his neck. Whitney took the other end of the chain and threw it into the wood chipper. The chain got stuck, and yanked Jason into the air by his neck. He thrashed around in the air, trying to get free, with no luck. Clay walked around him and back over to you and Whitney.

Suddenly, the board snapped that the chain was wrapped around snapped, causing Jason to fall to the floor. He quickly got back up, grabbing a piece of the broken wood and hitting Clay across the face with it. He went flying backwards until he hit the wall of the barn, falling to the floor. Jason then turned and hit you in the stomach, causing you to fly backwards too. You landed in a pile of junk, every part of your body aching.

"Y/N!?" you only groaned in pain as you felt a pair of hands grab you, "Y/N! Are you okay?" Clay pulled you up and into his arms.

"I don't know" he held you up as he helped you walk back towards Whitney.

You looked over and saw Jason, laying back against the wood chipper, covered in blood with a machete in his chest. You then looked over at Clay, who had a cut on his left cheek. You reached up and cupped his cheek gently. You also noticed the bruise already forming on his chin where he had been hit with the plank of wood.

"Can you stand?" he asked you.

You nodded as you tried to put your weight back into your wobbly legs, "I think so. Let's get out of here, leave this for someone else."

"What if he..." Whitney trailed off.

"He won't. There's no way. Let's just get the hell out of here!"

Whitney nodded in agreement. The three of you started to head out of the barn, Clay keeping you upright with an arm around your middle. Whitney was on your either side, holding you up as well.

You couldn't help but take one last look behind you, and you could have sworn you saw him twitch. You ignored it, telling yourself that it was finally over.

"I told you we'd make it out alive," Clay said with a weak smile.

"I told you we'd find Whitney," you kissed his cheek before doing the same to Whitney, and she chuckled, which made smile.

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im-notbean · 1 year ago

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Punz x Soccerplayer! Male!Reader

Summary; Your cousin Karl Jacobs invites you to be his plus one at twitch con, let's just say your day got better after you lost your game.

TW; Use of real names, reader had ADHD, reader is tall, Dream get's bullied a lot, reader is V E R Y flirtatious, swearing, kissing (lol), kinda gets ✨spicy✨ at the end, harassment, homophobia, let me know if theirs more!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION- I don't want my work posted anywhere but where it is at.

Key;

Y/F/N; Your favorite number

Y/N; Your Name

Y/L/N; Your last name

Y/H/C; Your hair color

Y/H/L; Your hair length

Y/E/C; Your eye color

Y/T/N; Your team name

NO matter how much you told your cousin Karl that you wouldn't be able to be their on time, he somehow got you to go to Twitchcon. So of course he told his friends who never even herd of you before, which is very unnatural you played forward. They would recognize you based on looks rather than name.

So that's how you ended up losing your game by 1 goal, which pissed you and your coach off, you were team captain and one of your best team leaders, and players for that matter. Being in the top 5 teams, ranked 3 currently, means that all of you teammates cared about the sport to go professional. But today, you guys played like shit to say the least.

Currently you were getting swarmed by fan girls who tried to get you to notice them, you signed a boy's jersey who got his sister or friend to back off that had your number on it, Y/F/N, honestly you liked people like that. Rather than the player they care about the game, and have favorites obviously, but still.

You called your cousin after you got in your Uber, you and him liked these calls it always cheered you up. Maybe it was because you both had ADHD or had similar taste or that you were close in age. Honestly you guys didn't know, you and Karl has always just clicked.

"Karl." "Yes Y/N?" "Help." "Why?" "We lost, and played like shit." "It can't be that bad-" "We lost to the 6th ranked team Karl Jacobs. It's bad." "Oh...well shit then- CLAY SHUT THE FUCK UP IT'S MY MALE COUSIN." "One. WHO THE FUCK. NAMES THEIR CHILD CLAY! Two. Who's Clay?" "Ask his parents, he's a friend of mine Y/N" "Tell him he is named after a minecraft block." "CLAY! HE SAYS YOUR NAMED AFTER A MINECRAFT BLOCK! YEAH? WHAT YOU GONNA DO THEIR 6'4!!" "I am 6'5 actually." "I MENT 6'5!!" "Put Harden Clay on the phone" "Nicknames so soon...make him laugh and then call him a tea kettle." "Understood."

You heard rustling from the other end of your phone, you arrived ar your hotel and took your bag out going into your room on the 6th floor. Putting your phone on speaker as a new voice was put on the phone.

"KARL WHAT THE FUCK." "Danm Hardened Clay don't dish my cousin like that. Very rude ya' know." "Hold up. You single?" "Yes. But I don't wanna date someone who is named 'Clay'" "Just call me Dream." "Ok looking you up now. I get to do more burring if you're faceless that's nice." "Blurring? Do you not like you're face or something?" "Yep. Sheesh I forgot about how much I work out...dang these abbs don't lie." "Ok...I wanna see now." "Put it on facetime Nimrod" "Geez ok. ACK KARL WHAT THE HELL!" "Tell my cousin he needs to chill out" "Karl...your cousin wants you to chill out. Geez fine yeah I won't tell anyone." "So...you want to see my abbs or not man?" "Yeah- Sorry zoned out, ADHD" "I feel you man...not in that way of course-" "You just made it weird, oh well I'mma pull up facetime now."

You sighed, the face came up on the screen with a smile. His brown fluffy hair with his emerald eyes and a slight stubble on his chin. Oh yeah, did we mention that you are a flaming homosexual? Because you are. Anyway, you turned the camera the other way towards the mirror you had in the hotel room. You turned on the light, giving Dream a better look at your abbs.

"Damnnn...how often do you work out?" "Every day, except game days." "Game days? Karl what do you mean...he's who?" "Your dumb as fuck." "What? How?" "Google Y/T/N forward Y/F/N." "Okay...Oh fuck I am dumb...how did I not realize you were Y/N Y/L/N." "Because your really fucking dumb." "Karl asked if your going to Twitch con, says your his plus one." "Yeah I am, your smart in this shit. What do I wear?" "Probably a tee-shirt and pants" "Great advice. Give my cousin his phone back." "Why?" "Because I need to know where to tell my uber to go for this...place?" "The event?" "Yup."

༺ T I M E S K I P ༻

You stepped out off the Uber and located Karl and some of his other friends. You toward over most of them except for one, Ranboo. You didn't know him that well, but you two instantly became best friends. You also met Dream, who you very often bullied through out the night. But out of everyone you met, their was one person who you fell head over heals for. Punz. You asked Sapnap about him.

"Hey Sap." "Yeah, what's up Y/N?" "Who exactly is that?" "That's Luke, also known as Punz." "He's kinda...cute"

You were sober with a cup of alcohol in your hand. You sipped at your cup absentmindedly as you looked at Punz face immediately becoming dusted with red. He was talking to Dream and obviously you had to bully him some more. You started walking over to him and slaped Dream in the back of the head.

"Someone who is as dumb as you should not be talking to most pretty boy in the room, Dream." "Oh...WAIT WHAT?" "You heard me idiot. Your amount of dumbness will rub off on him. He's to pretty to be dumb." "I'm right here-" "I'm saving you. Trust me." "Damn, hey I'll take it." "Punz really?!" "What? According to him I am the most pretty boy in the room, and who wouldn't take that as a compliment." "Your outnumbered Dream~" "Ugh, Y/N you don't even know Punz." "I know his name and that he's hot. That's all I need to know really." "That's gay." "I am gay though-" "What the fuck." "Dream. I have been flirting with Punz the entire time. I made it plainly obvious that I was gay." "I am really am that dumb." "Yeah yeah, shoo bitch." "Fine. Nice chating with you Punz."

Dream started to walk away from you two and you swung your arm around Punz's shoulders and started laughing. Punz was also trying to not laugh but he obviously was failing. You moved your arm off Punz and the two off you started talking and drinking more and more, this went on for an hour or so. You both were drunk by this point and decided to go to Punz's room, since it was closer, obviously. Once you two drunkenly walked into Punz's room you started talking again, but this time it was much more... heated. And I mean much much more heated.

"No no no, 'cause *hic* I've had girls like grope my *hic* ass before. And I'm s-standing their, all sweaty and shit 'cause I just like finshed a game *hic* and I'm all like I guess were doing this now and my teammates *hic* they know I'm gay and stuff and they just *hic* push me along as I move away the girls hand from my ass. But she gripped it even tighter and now this bitch's nails are diggin into my skin so *hic* my teammate gets security and she now has a retraining order." "Damn, *hic* that mudt suck balls for her." "Eh I guess, but I didn't really give a fuck *hic* as long as she's away from me and shit." "Hm, has anyone told you that you're really fuck'n hot." "Why you wanna know eh? *Hic* You think I'm hot shit innit." "I do." "Wanna make out." "I'm down" "...m'kay"

You moved so you were in top of Punz, you looked for any sign of discomfort to which you saw none. You tipped Punz's head up and slowly moved your lips to his and you kissed Punz. Punz threw his hands around your neck and pulled you closer to him and you grabbed his waist and set him on you lap, Punz groaned into the kiss and started tugging at your shirt trying to rip it off you. You broke the kiss to say something to Punz.

"Want- my shirt off?" "Please." "Pull it off yourself." "Wha-" "You heard me bitch. You wanna see me with my shirt off take it off yourself." "Uh- okay..."

Puns started to undo the buttons on your shirt and wasn't getting very far, his hands were sweaty and shaking. He managed to get the first button before you got fed up from waiting and placed your hands up his hoodie tracing his nipples. Punz's breath hitched at the contact and groaned again placing his head in the crook of your neck.

"Hurry the fuck up." "I'm t-trying- fuck don't do that *groans* t-to give me a minute." "Good boys don't keep me waiting, your a good boy eh?" "Y-Yeah." "Then Hurry." "Yes- *moans* s-sir." "Oh~ call me that more often" "Y-yes sir"

༺ T H E N E X T D A Y ༻

You woke up in Punz's hotel room with just your boxers on and while cuddling Punz, his neck and chest was littered with with hickies and he only had on shorts and boxers. Your head was pounding, how much exactly did you have to drink last night...oh whatever. You moved to get out of the bed but an arn was thrown around your waist stopping you from doing so.

"Don't leave....warm." "Luke, Darling I need to go." "Whyyyyy." "Because I gotta go home." "But why." "Because my teammates will be wondering why it's taking me so long to get ready." You reached for your phone, thank god your powered it off before you left. "I say fuck them." "Like how I did to you last night?" "More harder than yeah." "Are you wanting me to go again?" "Nah, I'm fine just...stay please." "I'm only going to LA, I should be fine Luke." "Fineee." "Just give me your number." "Alright it's xxx-xxx-xxx" "Thanks."

You quickly texted your teammates that you weren't at your hotel and were Ubering over. They all swarmed your door went you finally got their and stared at your collar bone and neck. You finally said that yes you did have a hook up and yes you knew the person and yes you did have their number, they finally left you alone. You quickly changed and packed you bags and brushed your teeth. And you meet up with your team downstairs. You would be riding with one of the least accepting of your sexuality. Zach. This motherfucker was big on regularly tormenting ypu with "It was Addam and EVE. Not Addam and STEVE." Thanks for being an asshole I guess. You and Zach places your bags in the trunk of the car and got in the backseat and Zach sat down next to you. You decided to ignore him until he said something about Punz.

"Y'know I bet whoever that fuck you hooked up was ugly. Probably fat as hell." "Dude what the fuck. You don't even know them, don't make accusations you can't prove." "Then who you texting eh?" "Your dad. So I can fuck him 'cause we all know he definitely ain't straight." "My dad is 100% a heterosexual." "How do you know?" "Cause he's with my mom." "But whatif he's bisexual? Or pansexual? Or Omisexual-" "Don't go spreading false information about people! Especially people you don't know." "But that's what you to me, it's only fair innit." "Fuck you." "Nice talking to you to."

You arrived at the airport and met up with some of your closer teammates, your phone dinged in your pocket so you picked it up and it came up with an unknown number that said...

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Missing you already :(

You- Luke??

-ye

You- alr

You- miss ya too darling

-its actually so boring here ://

You- damn tf u want me to do 🧍

-idk

SAVED CONTACT AS "Luke🩷"

Luke🩷- Y/N respond to meeeeee

You- i was adding u as a contact chill your tits-

Luke🩷- what is it :D

You- *Sent an Screenshot*

Luke🩷- 🤭

You- im about to board da plane

Luke🩷- noooo dont leave meeee

You- I bought the damn plane wifi on the way here, what makes u think im not gonna do it on the way back :|

Luke🩷- dunno

Luke🩷- im just dumb like dat

You- ur not dumb luke

You- u can suck a cock pretty good 😉

Luke🩷- thats gay

You- no really?

Luke🩷- 🥲

You- please dont cry- im sowry :((

Luke🩷- Y/N wtf

Luke🩷- "sowry"

You- i feel attacked rn

You- alr i actually gott go

Luke🩷- damn talk to u soon babe

Luke🩷- luv ya ❤️

You- love you to darling ❤️

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AGHHFJSHSBAB IM DONE IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR MONTHS JESUS CHRIST 😭😭😭😭

yall want a part 2 (cuz i do lol)

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