#i'm still screaming in my head over Everything btw

[constantlyquestioningg]

i finished. catching up. ha. haha.

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Wild West Gang - Noncon

Your life is all planned out for you. Marriage. Children. Settling down in your little town and growing old. But a gang of outlaws and their wicked desires change everything.

Tags: (6) yandere males x fem reader, noncon, loss of virginity, choking, spitroast (hell yeah), oral fixation, 12.3k words

I blame the ridiculously talented @fangdokja and The Red Ledger for inspiring this btw.

They came for you in the middle of the day.

Shameless. Better men would at least wait for nightfall, would at least try and hide their intentions behind the cloak of darkness. Not them though.

They kicked the door in when your family was just about ready to eat lunch, the food still steaming and your ma still in her apron.

You didn't even have time to scream.

One outlaw smashed his rifle butt into your pa's temple and the old man was out like a light, still clutching the knife he'd grabbed to defend you. Two others grabbed your mother and shoved her into the pantry, blocked the door with a tipped over cupboard.

You ran. Or tried to at least. They were crowded into your kitchen, laughing as you turned from one to the other.

"No way out, beauty."

"Too late to run now, darlin'. Shoulda started before we even got here if you wanted to get away."

"Look at her all scared. Ain't it just adorable?"

With near identical duster coats and bandanas tied across their faces, you couldn't tell them apart.

They were closing in on you, a little at a time. You tried to fight, to pull away when one of them grabbed you. But they were dust bitten outlaws and you were just a rancher's daughter. It wasn't even a struggle.

The tallest one slammed you down on the kitchen table, his fingers digging into your shoulders and his belt buckle grinding against your ass.

Your mama's good milk jug tumbled off and shattered on the floor. That was what you focused on as they tied your hands behind your back and gagged you. The shards of blue and white ceramic in the puddle of milk.

Not their hands running over your hips, not their laughter. Just the milk and your ma's favourite jug all in pieces.

You could still hear your mother screaming for you when they pulled you outside. That was what hurt the most about that entire awful day. Your mama, pleading and begging and panicking and unable to save you.

Their horses were waiting, another outlaw standing guard with his rifle out.

"Boss, let her ride with me."

"With you? Ain't no way in hell my girl is riding with you."

"Your girl? She ain't yours. Boss, tell 'em she ain't his."

"Runnin' to the boss again? Yellow belly."

It was the tall one who settled the argument. His voice wasn't as rough as the others, but that didn't put you at ease in the slightest.

"She's riding with me."

He still had one hand curled around your upper arm and he pulled you towards his mustang. You dug your heels in as hard as you could, pulled back with all your weight. It just made him sigh.

"Ain't even started yet, and she's already being difficult?"

The outlaw that spoke was already on his stallion. All you could see of his face above the bandana was a pair of blue eyes, lined at the corners. The boss maybe?

"Just some...growing pains. She'll settle down soon enough."

The tall one leaned down and hoisted you over his shoulder. You squirmed and tried to kick your way free, but he kept one arm tight around your knees.

You thought all your panicking would frighten the horses, but no such luck. He tossed you across his saddle and climbed up behind you. The saddle horn dug into your belly until he pulled you into a proper seat, one arm curling around your waist. You could feel his chest against your back, every inch of it firm, hard earned muscle.

He dropped his head and spoke directly into your ear.

"No trying to jump off the horse. No trying to run away. I'm in charge of you until we get back and I won't have you hurt on my watch."

Your only response was to try and smash your head back into his nose. He straightened up just in time and all you managed to do was hurt your own neck.

He sighed again, and spurred his horse forward.

"Well, I suppose it this was easy, it wouldn't be nearly as fun."

The outlaws formed a loose ring around you as you rode. You tried to twist and look back, but your captor was holding you too tight. You didn't even get to see your home shrink into the horizon. Didn't even get that one small goodbye.

They rode for at least two hours, the sun climbing down from its zenith as they took you across rivers and down secret little paths. You knew your ranch and the area around it like the back of your hand, but even you were well and truly lost when you finally arrived.

It was a ranch, but there weren't any cows in the fields or corn growing in neat rows. The house was a big, whitewashed thing. Pretty once, but fallen into disrepair. Just a hideout. Not a place they stayed at for more than a few months.

The blue eyed one pulled you off the horse without breaking a sweat.

You could feel their eyes on you again. God, how many were there? Five? Six?

"You goin' first boss?"

The man looked down at you. He had a hand around your upper arm, but his grip was more firm than rough.

"I reckon I should. Can't trust you lot to be gentle or slow enough."

That made some of them jeer and complain.

"I'll be real sweet, boss. I promise!"

"We can be nice too. Really."

The man snorted. "Nice? I ain't never seen you dogs be nice 'bout nothing. I'll break our filly in. You lot just be patient and don't bother us none."

What were they talking about? You didn't have time to puzzle it out before the boss started pulling you toward the house. Seeing that building looming closer made you start fighting all over again, biting down on your gag and pulling back as much as you could. Like a mustang digging it's feet in.

It didn't last long. The boss leveled a look at you, met your eyes straight on.

"You really gonna be difficult with me, girl?"

Oh, what frightening eyes he had. Bright and clever, a blue so striking you could feel it right through your soul. A mountain lion would have eyes softer than his.

You stopped resisting him. Let him pull you along besides him. What else could you do? He had a gun on his back and a knife in his boot and years of experience wrangling stubborn animals. And you were just a girl out of her depth and far from home.

You didn't see it, but the outlaws looked at each other, impressed. Only the boss could tame a filly with a single look.

The house was much cooler than outside, but the boss didn't give you any time to examine it. Just guided you up the stairs and into a large bedroom. White curtains stirred in the breeze, the bedding neat and clean.

He locked the door behind you. A quiet click that made your heart race.

You jumped when his hands came to rest on your shoulders. You could hear the other outlaws outside, the clink of harnesses and buckles as they let the horses out to pasture.

His hands moved from your shoulders to your upper arms, squeezed.

"Do you know why we took you?"

You shook your head. Ransom, maybe? But your pa was just a run of the mill rancher. Surely there were better targets for quick cash than you.

The outlaw laughed quietly, just a soft breath of amusement.

"Not the faintest clue, huh?"

He let go of you and you heard the soft rustle of material as he shrugged out of his duster.

He turned you around and you finally got to see his face. He'd taken off his Stetson and bandana too, and the man looking back at you was a hardened outlaw in every way. He was a lot older than you, with thick blonde hair going to grey at the edges. Handsome, with a strong jaw covered in light stubble. Grizzled, but muscular and lean for his age.

There was a small, amused smile on his lips.

He kept his hands on your arms and guided you backwards, until your back hit the wall.

"You wanna take a guess? Why'd we ride all the way out to town to steal you?"

Whatever you said was muffled by your gag. He clicked his tongue.

"You're gonna have to use your worlds, darlin'."

He ran his thumb across your cheek, across the gag. "Or maybe not. I like you just like this too."

He was close. Closer than any man had ever been. It was terrifying. Tears spilled down your cheeks, running across your gag and soaking in.

He sighed, caught one on his thumb.

"None of that now girl. I ain't gonna be rough with you. And in time, I reckon you'll come to like it."

Your dress was buttoned at the front, all the way to your neck. He grabbed both sides of your collar and ripped.

You tried to jerk away from him, but he was too close and the only way out was blocked by the wall. Buttons scattered across the room with little plinks.

The only thing keeping your dress on was the fact that your hands were tied behind your back. But the outlaw didn't let that stop him for long.

He leaned down and pulled a knife from his boot.

"Don't squirm 'round and I won't cut you, alright?"

Sound advice, but not something you were about to listen to. You thrashed in his grip, twisting as much as you could. You didn't want that thing anywhere near you.

He grabbed your hair, and yanked your head backwards. You screamed into your gag, your whole scalp aching.

You might have continued fighting, but that's when you felt the cool metal of his knife at your throat. Not the sharp edge, but still enough of a reminder to keep you still.

"Good. Not so hard, is it?"

The knife moved away from your neck and to your sleeve. He slipped the blade between your skin and the fabric and yanked upwards.

Your sleeve tore with an ugly ripping sound, all the way down to the wrist. You whined into your gag, but he ignored you and repeated it on the other side.

He was breathing heavier now, even though the work of keeping you still couldn't have been much of a challenge for a man as strong as him. He put the handle of his knife in his mouth and used both hands to pull your dress off you. It pooled at your ankles, ruined.

You still had your chemise, but the thin white fabric was almost as bad as being naked. Your nipples poked through and he narrowed in on them, one hand coming up to cup your breast. His teeth were biting into the handle of his knife, hard enough to leave indents in the wood. Like a man struggling to control himself. He breathed out slowly, just feeling the weight of your tits in his palms.

You were crying so hard you almost couldn't see his face. A mixture of pity and want.

He kneeled down to put his knife away and stayed on his knees, hands coming to your hips. He looked up at you, blue eyes bright with something you didn't yet know how to recognise. Lust. Want.

His thumbs stroked circles into your skin, your chemise the only barrier between you and him.

"If I was a better man, I'd almost be sorry about this."

He grabbed your leg and hooked your thigh over his shoulder. You almost stumbled, forced to keep your back against the wall if you didn't want to loose your balance.

His fingers gathered your chemise from the hem up, pinning it at your waist with his palms. You were wearing stockings, simple white ones that reached your mid thigh, and plain lace garters.

All in all, it was a damn nice framing for your bare cunt.

God, he could practically feel his mouth watering.

He didn't give you any warning. Just slipped his tongue between your lips. Hot, wet, like nothing you'd ever felt. You tried to squirm away, practically tried to climb up the wall to get away from him. But he had you trapped, one massive palm on your hip and the other on your thigh.

He found your hole real easy. Slipped his tongue all the way in, the bridge of his nose grinding into your clit. You whined at him to stop it, to please just let you go, but with the gag, all he heard was a pretty little sound that made him keep going.

He sucked on your clit, his jawline standing out in sharp relief. His stubble scraped your thighs. So masculine, so unbearably, overwhelmingly manly.

With the way he held you still, you couldn't do anything except take it. Feel even inch of his tongue, feel his hot breath on your skin, feel his nails scraping your thigh. You wanted to hate it. You wanted to be disgusted by it.

But oh, it felt good.

Sometimes, when the neighbour's handsome son came over, you'd feel a little throbbing ache between your legs. This was exactly like that, cranked up to a thousand.

You whined again, and he must have been the Devil's own son, because he just doubled down. Swirled the flat of his tongue across your whole clit and then ran it down all the way to you ass.

You thighs were shaking, and the pit of your stomach felt tight with something your couldn't explain.

"That's my girl." He sounded pleased, smug. Practically cooing at you in his rough baritone. "Feels real good, don't it?"

If he didn't break soon, you felt like your whole body would. Something inside you was building, getting closer to the edge. And you were terrified of it. You breath was coming hard and fast.

Mercifully, he pulled away. Kissed the triangle of your pussy and then your inner thigh. You could feel his teeth against your skin when he smiled.

"Not yet. I ain't nearly close to done with you."

He stood and you weren't sure whether to be thankful or upset. You felt woozy, hot. Like heat stroke, or like getting drunk.

His mouth and chin glistened. He rubbed it dry on his palm, smirking all the while.

"I bet you feel real empty inside, huh sweetheart?"

You nodded your head, not sure where he was going with this. You did feel empty. There was a hot, throbbing itch in your stomach that you had no idea how to scratch.

"Aww, poor thing. I can take care of that for you."

His hands moved to his belt, blue eyes pinning you to the wall. When he smiled, there were lines around his eyes. They should have been comforting, a mark of someone who laughed often and laughed easy. They weren't.

You shook your head, pleading with your eyes. The tears were starting to come again, thick and fast. For a second or two, with his tongue deep in your core, you'd forgotten that he'd want something in exchange.

His eyes hardened, his smile not moving an inch.

"I will take care of it, girl. You can cry if you want, but we've come too far to stop now."

He grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg up, forced you back against the wall. Your whole cunt was wet and glistening with his spit.

Something hot and hard rubbed between your pussy lips. You shuddered, tried to move away. His other arm came around your waist and he pulled you against his chest. The smell of him was overwhelming - gunpowder and leather and whiskey. He smelled like a man. He smelled like your ruin.

Your forehead fell against his collarbone, and his chin came to rest on the crown of your head. The same way a father might hold his daughter after a nightmare.

But there was nothing fatherly about the cock nudging at your entrance.

"Shhh, you're okay. It ain't gonna hurt."

Liar. Terrible, heartless liar.

He pushed in and it felt like your whole body was splitting apart. It burned.

You sobbed into his chest, not entirely sure what was happening to you. This was the sort of thing that was only whispered about. The sort of thing that was kept vague for good, obedient girls until their wedding nights. The only thing you knew for a fact was that it hurt and you wanted it to stop.

He groaned, pressed a kiss against your hair.

"Sweet little thing, ain't ya? Gonna be good 'fer me? Gonna take it nice and deep?"

You couldn't answer. There was only the stretch of his cock inside you and the oppressive tightness of his arms.

He set a slow, drawn out pace. Cock pulling all the way out to the tip and then sliding right back in. You could feel every inch.

Not gentle, but not needlessly mean either. You were shivering in his arms, pussy fluttering like a heartbeat around him.

No one but him knew how fucking difficult it was to keep so slow. Tight, tiny little thing bleeding and crying all over him. Any red blooded man would want to rut into you like a stallion. See just how many tears he could wring out of you.

It was only experience and determination that held him back. If he was a younger man...

It was the right decision to have you first. Not even his second in command - that tall bastard with all the self control in the world - could have managed this.

He huffed out a laugh.

"You're little too young for me, doll. Reckon I could be your father."

He slid back inside you, grinding against your clit in a way that made you whimper.

"Shitty fucking father though. To be doing this to my little girl."

He let go of waist and cupped your jaw in his palm. Tilted your head back, his nose and lips skimming up your neck. You smelled so fucking good. Nothing in this world was as sweet as a needy, crying girl.

"You gonna call me daddy, little girl? Gonna beg me to be nice and let you go?"

You whimpered, a pathetic little sound through the gag. It only made him smile against your neck.

"Thaaat's it. Just take it. Let me break you in. Gonna be all stretched out and sweet when I'm done with you, yeah?"

He sucked at your neck, at the delicate spot where your shoulder started to slope away. A little immature maybe, to want to mark you up like an animal, but wasn't he being plenty mature already? Wasn't he being just saintly in his patience?

"Fuck, you're getting close, ain'tcha? Can feel you gettin' all tight."

He pulled back to look into your eyes, overflowing with tears and just so damn scared.

"You ain't got no idea what's 'bout to happen, do ya?"

He pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in, hard. Your tits jumped and your eyes fluttered shut.

"Just relax and let it happen. It's gonna feel reeaal good."

You tilted your head back and he followed you, lips right back at your throat.

He picked up the pace, trying not to be too rough and slowly failing. The closer he got to his own end, the less important kindness seemed. It wasn't long 'fore he was slamming into you so hard he could feel your tits bouncing. His breath was coming fast, each exhale almost a growl.

"Take it, just like that. C'mon doll, just let me fuck you. Just let me make you mine."

You bit down on your gag and came. Your whole body shook, your nails digging into your palms. You didn't now what he'd done to you, but you couldn't stop it. Your pussy was a clenching, sensitive mess. You felt light headed enough to faint. And the only sound and thought in your head was his voice, right in your ear and rough with barely held back want.

"That's my girl. My good fucking girl."

A good man might have slowed down then. Might have realised just how sensitive you were. He didn't. He kept pistoning his cock into you, fucked you through your orgasm.

You writhed on his dick, in pain and overwhelmed and more scared than you'd ever been. And all of it just served to make him harder, to bring him closer. Even he had to admit he was a bastard for enjoying it so much. He didn't deserve something so sweet. All he deserved in life was a short dance with a noose. But who gave a fuck about that? He'd taken you, he'd stolen you, and like any good thief, he was going to enjoy you.

You felt it when he came. His cock pulsed and twitched inside you, and something hot dripped down your thigh.

He pressed his forehead against yours, hands so tight on you that you felt bruised.

He came down slowly. Kept you plugged up with his cock while he softened. The only sound in the room was his harsh breathing. You couldn't even cry anymore. All you wanted was to close your eyes and sleep and make the pain disappear.

He pulled back and tilted your chin up.

"Look at me."

You opened your eyes, tears still caught in your lashes.

"There she is. Ain't so bad, is it?"

All you could do was sniffle and hope he was bored of you.

He let you down carefully. You weren't steady on your feet at all.

"I've had a lot of blood on my cock over the years, darlin', but I reckon yours is the finest."

He kissed you. You were still gagged, so it was less a kiss and more so his lips pressing against yours.

When he finally stepped away from you, you almost wanted him back. You sank down to your knees, too dizzy to stand.

"Poor thing. Too much to handle, doll?"

He ran his fingers through your hair.

"You did so good, princess. Now just stay so sweet, and the rest of this day will go a hell of a lot easier for you."

You were too out of it to figure out what he meant. You closed your eyes and heard his spurs jingling as he walked away. The door creaked open and then he was gone.

You might have tried to run for it, but you ached so bad that even the thought of it was painful. Your hands were still tied as tight as they were before.

You didn't notice the footsteps or the voices until they were right outside the door.

"So much for bein' nice. Boss left her a right mess."

"Better than you woulda done. Least she's still in one piece."

They came to stand in front of you, two men with their bandanas pulled down around their throats.

You recognised their voices. These two were the most quarrelsome of the bunch. They still had their gun belts on, both of them carrying revolvers. Gunslingers then. Every gang had them.

"Look at her already on her knees 'fer us."

"Why you cryin' pretty girl? Was the boss too mean with ya?"

You looked up slowly. Boots first - silver spurs, well worn leather. Then their belts. And finally, their faces.

One was dark skinned, a crescent scar on his cheek and his hair cropped short. He rubbed his jaw as he looked at you, a half smile showing pearly white teeth.

"Oh, would ya look at those eyes? A man could drown in 'em."

The other was tanned golden with the sun, his eyes a pale green. He was still wearing his Stetson, and his dark hair was long enough to brush his shoulders.

"Boss must be getting old. He left some of her clothes on."

That made the dark one laugh. "Nah, I reckon it's meant to be a treat just 'fer us. Like unwrapping a present on Christmas mornin'."

The green eyed one squated down in front on you and grabbed your jaw. His hands were rough from labour, and his callouses scraped your skin. Whatever he saw in your eyes made him smile, but it didn't have a lick of kindness in it.

"Look at that...Boss really did break you in, didn't he filly?"

He stood and pulled you up with him, hand still clutching your jaw.

"I reckon she's gonna be real sweet to us. Gonna be all nice and obedient."

The other one came to stand behind you, his fingertips brushing the nape of your neck as he moved your hair out of the way.

"That right, filly? You gonna be all sweet?"

The green eyed one nodded your head for you. His eyes had a certain cruelty to them that made you want to step away. He seemed the type to use spurs and whips both, and to use them often.

He let go of your jaw and focused on the rest of you. And oh, what a lovely sight you were. All tied up and crying, your tits just visible through your chemise. A little virgin about to loose the rest of your innocence to his teeth. A fucking vision, a fucking dream.

He pinched one of your nipples and rolled it between his fingers. Your thin chemise wasn't any protection at all.

"Sensitive, ain'tcha?"

You whined. Not sure whether to pull away or step closer.

The gunslinger behind you wasn't in the mood to be left out. As his partner tugged and played with your nipples, his hands came to rest on your waist. And what huge hands they were. You could feel the heat of him even through your clothes.

He dropped his head to the nape of your neck and inhaled, his nose buried in your hair.

When he spoke, his voice was a low rumble.

"What do you want?"

The green eyed one looked you up and down, weighing his options. Finally, he smiled.

"I'll take her mouth."

Your whole body went cold. He couldn't mean...

"Hmm. That's fine with me." His hands dropped from your waist to your ass, squeezing. "I want to have her from the back anyway."

They must have been in perfect sync with each other. The one in front of you stood aside and the one behind you pushed you towards the bed. You stumbled, landed on the duvet chin first, your teeth slamming together despite the gag.

You didn't have time to push yourself up before they were tearing your chemise off. The thin straps ripped and your last bit of modesty floated to the floor in a tattered white heap. You were left in just your stockings.

The dark one pulled you up by your hips, one hand grabbing the rope around your wrists to keep you steady.

Smack.

Your whole body jerked forward, your ass cheek stinging.

One of them laughed, mocking. "Bet that'll leave a mark."

The dark one ran his palm over the welt, smiling though you couldn't see it.

"We promised the boss we would be nice, remember?"

The green eyed one circled the bed. You could feel his eyes on you, drinking in your naked skin, your stockings, the tears soaking your gag.

His hands were on his belt. Not undoing it yet, just watching you.

"Y'know, I give that tall bastard a lot of shit, but even I gotta say he was right this time. She's a real cute thing."

The man behind you was still stroking your ass, squeezing and watching your flesh give under his fingers. So soft, so fucking pliable.

He hummed quietly, more concerned with you than with his partner. He slipped his thumb down between your cheeks, catching on your asshole for a second. That sent a jolt of panic through you. They wouldn't...

He must have felt you moving, because he sighed and let his fingers continue downwards. Smearing cum and blood across your pussy lips.

"Not today," he said, soft enough for just you to hear. "Boss wouldn't like that."

That wasn't reassuring to hear. It meant that he still wanted it. Wanted to fuck your virgin ass without any care for the pain, for the hurt. The thing stopping him wasn't empathy, but obedience.

He rubbed tight, harsh circles into your clit. You were still sensitive and you pleaded into your gag, asking him to be just a bit more gentle. Either he couldn't understand you or didn't bother to even hear you, because he carried on, fingerpads rough as sandpaper.

The green eyed one noticed though. He seemed to notice just about everything.

"Want me to take that gag off sweetheart?"

You nodded your head frantically. The sides of your lips felt raw and you couldn't stand the taste of it.

He kneeled with one leg on the bed and undid the material. When he pulled it away, thin lines of spit followed.

You sucked in a lungful of air, coughing. He gathered your hair out of your face, held it all in a loose fist at the back of your head.

"All better?"

Maybe you were wrong about him. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

"...yes." You swallowed, your voice still hoarse. "Thank you."

He tilted his head, smirking.

"So polite. Boss really did a number on ya, huh? Or are ya just a well bred little lady?"

You didn't get a chance to answer, because the other gunslinger ground his palm against your cunt. You yelped and jerked forward on instinct.

The green eyed one tightened his hold on your hair.

"None of that. You can take it."

"I can't! It hurts."

His free hand tugged at his belt, pulling it free of the belt loops. You blanched. What the hell did he need that for?

"Ain't even been a minute and you're already whining? C'mon pretty, there's better things to do with your mouth than that."

He let go of your hair long enough to loop the belt around your neck, the leather wrapped around his fist. He tugged and it tightened, metal buckle pressing icy cold against your skin.

He pulled upwards, forced you to look at him. His cat eyes were mean, amused at seeing you leashed.

"You even think 'bout usin' your teeth and I'll pull this so tight you won't even be able to think 'bout breathing. Got it?"

What was he talking about? Your teeth?

Your answer came soon enough. With his belt off, it was real easy for him to take his cock out. He sighed, relieved to have it free.

The only thing keeping you in place was the belt around your neck. Even still, you pulled backwards until you couldn't go any further.

It was huge.

Thick, with veins running all the way to the tip. That was supposed to fit inside of you? You'd never seen a man's cock before. Even when the boss fucked you, you'd only felt it. No fucking wonder it hurt so bad, if they were all this size.

It was horrifying, and still you couldn't look away.

"Ain't it a sight?"

He grabbed it with his free hand and yanked your head down with the belt, until the tip brushed your lips.

"Come have a closer look."

Maybe if your hands were free, you'd be able to pull away. But as it was, you were staying balanced only because of his grip on the belt and his partner's grip on your arms.

He rubbed the tip across your lips, leaving behind a sticky coating of precum.

"Don't be shy," he purred, "Give it a little kiss."

The belt tightened until you listened. You pecked the side of it, where it wasn't so gross and sticky.

"Atta girl. Now open wide."

You desperately didn't want to. He tasted of salt, and his cock was so hard that you couldn't even imagine how it would fit.

You didn't want to, but what choice did you have?

You opened your mouth and he pushed himself past your lips with a groan. The tip scraped against your tongue, soft as velvet and tasting like the sea.

He let go of his dick and tangled his hand in your hair, pushing your head lower. Until the tip brushed the back of your throat. You gagged, shivering all around him.

"God, your mouth is fucking heaven sent."

He pulled out slowly, until it was just the tip sitting in your mouth.

"Are you gonna join me or what?"

The other gunslinger snorted.

"Fucking impatient. You gotta treat a lady gentle on her first time."

You heard the rustle of clothing behind you, and the hand that was playing with your cunt came to rest on your hip, fingers digging into the flesh for a good grip.

Your cunt felt cold without his touch, but his fingers were quickly replaced with his cock. The head nudged at your entrance, hot enough that you could practically feel it radiating. The leaking pre mixed with the sticky come already on your lips, thin strands of white pulling and breaking as he settled himself against you.

You wanted to say something, anything, to make them stop, but the gunslinger still had his dick in your mouth.

"Hmmm. Nice and warm and I ain't even pushed inside yet."

"Ain't she? Like she was made for us."

His hand slid from your hair to you jaw, thumb tracing your cheek. He could see the bulge of his cock against your cheek - it made you look a little chipmunk getting all cozy and ready for winter. Your tears were caught on your lashes, silver dew drops like you just took a swim.

"You heard me, baby? You're made for us. Made to fuck us and keep us happy. Our little lady."

They both pushed into you at the same time.

Thick cock bullying into you, trapping you between them with nowhere to go. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't. You couldn't even think. Couldn't even breathe.

The green eyed cowboy pulled on your leash and forced you to tilt your head back, bare your throat to him. He pushed deeper into you, until his dick was down your throat and your nose was brushing the hard muscles of his stomach.

He held you there, cock down your throat and tears collecting in your eyes, while his partner started thrusting.

You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't pull away, couldn't fight him. You could just look up at him, eyes all wide and scared. Your panic was thick in your blood and he drank it in.

Smirking, keeping you at his mercy. He knew you couldn't breathe, and he still held you on his cock.

Your heart was racing and you felt light headed before he finally pulled out. You gasped, thick strings of spit connecting you. He only gave you enough time to catch a few deep breaths before he was back in your mouth, thrusting. Going just as deep but thankfully pulling out.

You gagged and choked and felt like you were drowning on his cock. And all the while, his partner yanked you back and slammed balls deep into you.

It was too much. You couldn't focus on anything. You were limp in their hands, letting them fuck you and just trying to survive it.

You weren't sure how long it took. Your whole world was narrowed down to just them - their hands on you, getting tighter and meaner the closer they got to coming.

The one fucking you from the back let go of your hip and curled his whole arm around your waist, leaning over you until his lips were on your neck. Fucking you hunched over like a dog in heat.

He bit your shoulder, sunk his teeth in with a snarl.

They didn't talk much anymore. There weren't any words left. Just the need to fuck and claim and come.

The sounds were the worst. The slick squelching of a cock in your cunt, the slap of skin on skin, the heavy snarls for you to take it like a good girl. And their raspy breathing, like stallions after a gallop.

The gunslinger pulled harder on your leash, keeping you still while he fucked your face. He's teeth were gritted tight, his eyes narrowed and focused entirely on you.

The dark one must have hit something deep inside you, because you made a whining, moaning sort of noise that vibrated all through his cock.

That was what did it. He forced his cock all the way down your throat, held you in place while he came.

When he pulled out, you were coughing so hard your whole chest ached.

That's when you felt it - hot spunk splattering all over your asshole. Your whole body shuddered at the feeling.

The man behind you kissed your back between your shoulder blades and slowly moved down. When he came to your ass cheeks, he sunk his teeth in with a playful growl.

He flipped you onto your back, and you sunk bonelessly down onto the covers. Your nipples were tender and your neck was a patchwork of marks.

The dark skinned one flopped down next to you and threw a possessive arm around your waist. He hummed, pleased as a bear before winter.

"Best fuck I've had in ages."

His partner was silent, his fingers toying with the belt still around your neck. You tilted your head back to look at him.

He was smiling, not soft exactly but about as close as a cruel bastard like him could get. He was so handsome, when he wasn't trying to choke you.

He sighed and let his fingers drift up your cheeks.

"I wish we could stay, pretty. But the day ain't done just yet."

The other one grumbled. "Can't we just lay here for a bit? I've got my girl all nice and snug. Why should I let her go?"

"Boss's orders, that's why. We gotta play nice and share."

"Why? Those bastards don't deserve her."

"And we do?"

He didn't bother to answer, just pushed himself to his elbows and looked down at you. His eyes were a deep brown. Sweet, almost.

"No," he said quietly, "We don't."

He leaned down and kissed your cheek. Soft, like a husband would. He stood and only looked back at you when he was at the door. Hard man, killer and gunslinger that he was, you thought you saw just a little guilt in his eyes.

When he was gone, the green eyed gunslinger ran his hands through your hair.

"He's right, y'know. We don't deserve a girl like you."

There wasn't any guilt in his voice, just a deep sense of satisfaction.

"But we've got you anyway. If the world gave folk what they deserved, you'd never have been so unlucky to catch our eye in the first place."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your other cheek, and then nipped at your jaw. A coyote savouring a bone.

"You'll learn to take it, sweetheart. And when I'm done, you'll learn to like it."

He left his belt around your neck and let the door slam shut behind him.

You could hear when they joined the others out in the yard. Their laughter drifted up to you, sharp as a wild dog's bark.

You closed your eyes. On your back in nothing but your stockings and a leash. It wasn't the sort of thing you'd ever imagined as a possibility. Hell, a lot of today was filled with things you'd never even thought about.

You hurt in just about every place. But parts of you throbbed with a pain that wasn't entirely unwanted.

Traitorous body, traitorous mind.

You couldn't possibly like this. You were being used by criminals, killers. Your virginity was just another prize for them to steal. You were a good girl, raised in a good home with upright, moral parents. You weren't some lady of the night, some harlot, to enjoy their roughness.

Right?

When the door sighed open, you didn't even bother to open your eyes.

"These young ones don't know any gentleness, eh beauty?"

His voice was calm. The sort of soft tone you'd use with a filly still nervous 'bout the bit.

You could hear his footsteps. Heavy boots but no spurs.

You flinched when he touched the belt around your neck, but he didn't do much more than run his fingers across the leather.

"Let's get this off you. Idiots. You don't harness a creature so fine."

He pulled it off your neck carefully and then touched the bruises it left behind.

"Open your eyes for me, beauty. Let me see you."

You almost didn't. What more was there to see? Another man with too tight hands and a hunger that wouldn't end?

It was his voice that did it. So kind. No growl behind the words, no clenched teeth snarl.

The first thing you saw were his eyes. A dark hazel, like an eagle's.

"Ah, just as pretty as I thought. Do you want to sit up for me? Those ropes must be hurting something awful by now."

He was older than you, but not by too much. Older than the gunslingers, but not nearly as old as the boss. His hair was tied in braid that fell almost all the way down his back. Lakota, if you had to guess, or maybe Crow.

There was a pair of workman's gloves shoved in the pocket of his jeans, but he didn't carry a pistol. The wrangler most likely.

You sat up slowly, wary. He didn't seem awfully worked up about a naked woman sprawled on the bed in front of him. Maybe he wasn't so bad...

He untied your hands without letting his own wander.

You flexed your fingers and carefully brought your hands to your lap. Your shoulders ached from being stuck in one position for so long.

"Will you let me go?"

"Oh, beauty." He touched his knuckles to your cheek. "That's what you want, isn't it? To go back home?"

"Yes." Your throat felt tight with tears. "More than anything."

He closed his eyes.

"It hurts to see you cry, beauty. It hurts to see these marks on you. But even if I was the only one holding you back, even if it was entirely up to me... I wouldn't."

"Are you going to do the same thing as the rest of them?"

He held your face in his palms, thumbs tracing your cheekbones. He smiled, but it was awfully sad.

"It's been real long time since I've had a woman, beauty. And never one so fine. I'm still just a man."

You were crying again, though you didn't realise it. Tears washing hot over his fingers.

"Shhh." He leaned down and kissed your forehead. "I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you."

He undid his belt slowly, eyes on you the entire time. You were on your knees again, your stockings making you look oh so innocent and oh so filthy all at once.

He grabbed your hand before he took his cock out. You pulled away, but his grip was too strong. Not rough, not hurting you. Just too firm to escape.

He brought you hand to his crotch, pressed your palm against his cock. Even through the thick denim of his jeans, you could feel how hard it was.

"All your doing, beauty. That's all your fault."

He undid the last button and his dick pushed it's way free. Big and no less intimidating for being the second one today. His fingers were knotted between yours and he dragged your hand up his shaft. He sighed, a man finally getting release.

"Here, this will go faster if you use your mouth."

His other hand came to rest on the nape of your neck. Not forcing you down exactly, but heavy, inexorable. Trying to refuse him was like fighting the pull of the moon.

He didn't force himself into you like the gunslinger did. Just kept using your hand - still dry - to stroke himself.

"Come now beauty. Just a little lick and it will all be over. You want that, don't you?"

You did. You wanted this day to end.

You cautiously licked the head of his cock, your tongue almost blistering hot. He groaned and for just a second, the hand on your nape tightened. Like he really did just want to pull you onto him and have his own way.

"There you go. Not so terrible, is it?"

It wasn't. He tasted salty, but not in an unpleasant way. And hearing him groan like that made some part of your gut flutter.

You felt just a little braver. When he pulled you closer, you let him. He rubbed the tip against your lips, smearing pre-cum all over them.

You didn't want his cock down your throat. Didn't want to feel like you were choking. But everything he'd done to you so far had been miles different to the gunslingers. Maybe he'd be different in this too.

Slowly, you opened your mouth. You expected him to shove himself inside you, betray the tiny bit of trust he'd built.

He didn't. Instead, he stood perfectly still. He even stopped using your hand, though he kept it wrapped around the base. Just letting you get comfortable. Letting you explore.

It was what your daddy did when he was working to tame a colt. He'd let them get used to him a little at a time, until they didn't mind his touch at all.

You were too nervous to take him in much deeper than the tip. But he didn't complain at all, just watched you with those golden eyes.

You sucked on him. Just the tip, but you wrapped your lips around him and treated it like it was candy. You flicked your tongue across the underside of his head, eyes locked on his to see if he liked it.

And from the way his breathing was picking up, you reckoned he liked it plenty.

Hadn't the gunslinger wanted you to kiss his? Maybe that's what men wanted. You pulled off his cock with a wet little pop and turned your attention to his shaft. You kissed him - small, shy little pecks all the way down to his hand and then back up again.

He was smiling, head tilted. He almost seemed amused.

"So that's how you like it, huh?"

You hummed, not sure how to respond. Both the gunslingers and the boss kept getting faster the closer they were to finishing. Maybe if you used your hand...

He seemed surprised when you moved your palm, but it didn't last long. When he was sure of what you were doing, he let go of your hand and let you do it all by yourself.

There was a lot of friction and you couldn't go as fast as you wanted without yanking on him. You needed some kind of lube, something to make him all slick...

Oh.

Of course.

You licked him, all the way from balls to tip, trying to drool on his cock as much as possible. He shivered, voice getting just a bit tighter.

"Careful girl. You're playing with fire."

You didn't know what he meant. All you wanted was to finish this. Be able to rest and dream sweet dreams, dreams without men's hands on your body.

His cock was wet with your spit and when you started using your hand, it squelched lewdly.

He groaned, his hand coming to your jaw and his thumb tracing your lips.

"Open your mouth for me, beauty."

You did. You couldn't look away from his eyes. That burnished gold like dead man's treasure.

He pressed his thumb against your tongue, ran it over your teeth. He seemed just as captivated by you as you were by him. The men outside were laughing again, voices raised and vulgar. But he didn't for a second look away from you.

He smiled and said something to you in a language you didn't understand.

Your hand was moving a lot faster now that you'd found your stride, your thumb brushing over his slit on every third stroke. The only sign that he was getting closer was his breathing.

At the last second, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and rested his tip against your lips.

Hot spunk shot at you, some of it dribbling down your chin and some of it coating your tongue. He groaned, jaw clenched tight. He was panting like a dog on a hot day, still looking at you like you were the finest thing he'd ever seen.

He pulled his cock away and replaced it with his thumb, smearing his load between your lips and across your teeth. He spoke in his language again, words just a little more forceful than before.

You thought he was done with you. Thought he'd be satisfied with leaving.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed you. One hand was still on your nape and you had no room to pull away.

It was your first proper kiss. He was hungry, his tongue scraping across your teeth. One hand came to rest behind you on the bed, and he slowly forced you down, still caught between his lips and his hand.

He ended up between your legs, still not letting you go even though you were both almost out of breath.

"Beauty," he muttered, lips pressing against on yours.

When he finally broke away, he didn't go far. He rested his forehead to yours, breathing hard. You were sharing the same air, in that tight little space. And somehow that felt more intimate than anything else the outlaws had done to you.

He was practically lying on top of you, the hand that held your neck now tangled in your hair, and his other at your waist. He held you like a lover would.

A lover. Would you ever have one, if they let you go? Who would want you after your virgin's blood was spilled?

He kissed your cheek, slow and lingering.

"Oh beauty, how can I be so lucky?"

He didn't let you go. Just held you underneath him and laid his head on the side of your neck.

You were tense, muscles all coiled and ready to be hurt. But in his arms, you relaxed a little at a time without even realising it. This man wouldn't hurt you, whatever his reasons were.

His dark hair had come loose from it's braid and you absentmindedly brushed it off his brow. That made him smile just a little.

It had grown quiet outside and the only sound was of the breeze rustling the curtains and his soft breathing.

"How did such a kind man become an outlaw?"

You didn't really mean to ask that. And kind couldn't be applied to him without qualifiers. But in the face of everything that had happened to you, his softness was saintly.

He hummed against your neck.

"Bad luck. Bad people. Having nowhere to go back to. It changes you."

You swallowed, sad though you weren't sure why.

"I'm sorry."

He pushed himself up and looked into your eyes.

"Don't be. You're my reward, my reparation."

He brushed his knuckles across your cheek again. "I've waited my whole life for you."

You wanted to ask why. What made you so special? Why did he want to keep you?

The door opened with a bang.

"Are ya really still busy? That ain't fuckin' fair."

The gunslingers were standing in the door, both of them looking irritated. Your whole body tensed. They couldn't be back so soon, could they?

The wrangler pushed himself to his knees. The way he was sitting, your hips ended up on his lap with your legs on either side of him. He put a hand on your thigh absent-mindedly.

When he looked back at them, any softness in him drained away. He was just another outlaw with hard eyes.

"Is it the boy? Boss is really letting you go through with it?"

"It's 'bout time he became a man. And you're the one who was goin' on 'bout playing nice."

The wrangler sighed and looked back at you. When he spoke, it was just for you to hear. 

"I don't want to leave you, beauty. But boss's orders."

He leaned down and kissed you, ignoring the gunslingers' cat calls.

When he stood up, you had half a mind to ask him to stay. You almost reached for him. But the gunslingers were watching you and something in you whispered that showing him favour was a terrible idea. You kept your hands knotted in the sheets. For both your sakes.

When he was gone, you sat up and pushed yourself all the way back to the headboard. Hugged your knees to your chest. You hadn't noticed him earlier, but the gunslingers had a boy with them.

They were half dragging him into the room, one with his hand on the boy's nape and the other with a fist in his shirt.

He was young, barely past eighteen. Slightly built, with pale eyes and bronze curls. He wasn't looking at you. Or more accurately, he was doing everything possible to avoid looking at you.

The gunslingers gave him a rough shove and he landed on the bed, bouncing a little before he pushed himself up.

"Gonna get your first taste of a woman boy, and she's a real fine one."

The green eyed gunslinger leaned over and grabbed your ankle. With one brutal yank, he dragged you away from the headboard and all the way to the foot of the bed.

"Missed me, sweetheart? 'Cause I sure missed you."

He caught one of your wrists and tutted.

"Just like him to let you loose. Fuckin' hell, don't he realise how much easier you are when you're all tied up?"

He knelt with one boot on the mattress and pulled you up, twisting your arm behind your back so you ended up with your head tucked under his chin.

"We was feelin' real bad 'bout hurting you, pretty. So we thought we'd make it up to you. Brought you somethin' you'll really enjoy."

You were skeptical of anything he did. He wasn't the charitable kind.

The boy finally looked at you. His eyes were round, nervous.

"Do... do you want this?"

The gunslinger slapped a palm over your mouth before you could answer him, dragging you closer to him at the same time.

" 'Course she wants it. She'd be fighting a whole lot harder if she didn't. Ain't that right?"

"Would be clawing our eyes out if she really didn't want it," the other gunslinger agreed.

The boy looked rightly skeptical. You were crying an awful lot for someone who "wanted it."

"But..."

The dark skinned gunslinger sighed and grabbed the boy's neck.

"Look at her. You're tellin' me you ain't getting just a little hard seeing her like that?"

"Yes but -"

"But what? You want her. And she's right there for the taking. It ain't complicated."

The man holding you was obviously getting impatient.

"You wanna be a man? Wanna come on jobs with us? Than fucking earn it."

That seemed to decide him. He crawled towards you, just as scared to touch you as you were to be touched.

"What do I do?"

"Open her legs and start eating."

He touched your knee. He gulped, focused entirely on the feel of you. He slowly let his hands drift up your thighs.

When he reached your mid thighs, he tried to pull them apart just a little. You kept your legs as tightly closed as you could. Whatever you tried to say was muffled by the gunslinger's hand, but it was enough to make the boy look up at your face.

You could see it in his eyes. The desire to have you and the horror at knowing this was all forced. In the end, guilt won.

"I can't."

He pulled away from you, his fingers shaking.

"She doesn't want this. How can you hold her down and make her take it?"

The dark skinned gunslinger clicked his teeth in annoyance.

"God, could you be any more pathetic? It don't matter what she wants. All that matters is that you're strong enough to take what you want."

The boy was almost off the bed when the gunslinger grabbed his hair and yanked him back.

"It's a lesson you gotta learn boy. Or you ain't gonna live long in this business."

The boy yelped, hands coming up to try and pull himself loose. You could have told him it was useless - you couldn't escape their hold no matter how hard you fought.

He dragged the boy across the bed and back to you.

The gunslinger holding you could see where this was going and he laughed, mean and mocking.

"Gonna be the hard way, eh?"

His hand dropped from your mouth and curled around your throat. He squeezed, just hard enough to remind you of his strength.

"Be a good little pet and open your legs."

You didn't. Hadn't they done enough already? They'd ruined you. Why not just leave the boy alone?

The gunslinger growled. "Ain't listening so well without my belt around your throat, is that it?"

He twisted your arm further up your back, until your whole shoulder was throbbing. You squirmed, arching against him to get the pressure off. 

"Do I gotta teach you a whole new lesson in obedience? I promise I'm a much harder master than the boss."

He let go of you throat and grabbed your thigh, his fingers digging into the meat. His partner was quick to do the same on your other leg. It wasn't any good fighting them. They weren't scared of hurting you and they didn't care if they left bruises.

They wrenched your thighs apart and the gunslinger shoved the boys head between your legs.

"You ain't scared of a lil' blood, are ya? Clean her up nice and good."

The boy looked up at you with tears brimming in his waterline.

"I'm sorry."

He didn't have the boss's skill. His tongue was soft, hesitant. Probing, but totally unsure what to do.

You shivered at the feeling of his lips on your clit, his warm breath tickling your thighs.

The gunslinger growled and pushed him further down, until his nose was grinding into your folds.

"She ain't gonna get away. Use your whole tongue, suck on her, bite. Fuck's sake, do we gotta do everything for you?"

The one at your back laughed and nipped your cheek.

"She wants it though. Just look at those pretty tears."

The boy whimpered but did as he was told, dragging his tongue all the way up. His hands came to rest on your thighs, skin so much softer than the other men's.

His teeth brushed your clit and you gasped. The boy froze.

And then, he did it again.

You shuddered, thighs shaking just a little. He didn't seem to notice it, but his grip on your legs was getting tighter. He focused on the sensitive spot he'd found, raking his tongue across it.

You made another small, involuntary sound.

The man at your back purred. "There. Ain't that sweet to hear?"

The boy started to suck on your clit, tongue hot and wet. He pushed himself deeper, his nose and chin both buried in your cunt. He didn't even notice when the gunslinger let go of his hair.

He curled his arm around your lower back and pulled you closer to him, almost lifting you off the bed. The wet sounds of his sucking filled the room.

The gunslinger let go of you thigh, satisfied that the boy had a good grip on you. He kissed the corner of your lips, his hand coming up to play with your tits.

"Y'know, we never did get to make you come. Can't help wonderin' what you sound like."

You kept your jaw clenched tight. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction.

He must have read your mind, because he chuckled. Pinched your nipple hard enough that you bucked in his grip.

"Oh, you're going to come for us. Ain't that right boy?"

The boy muttered something and went right back to eating you out. You could feel the same heat in your belly as when the boss had you. Like a band about to snap. Every little move was too much, every flick of his tongue on your clit was somehow more intense.

You squirmed, trying everything you could to get him off. The boy ignored you. Just held on a little tighter and pinned you thigh to the bed.

"Please," you whined. "It's too much."

The gunslingers snickered at that.

"Poor darlin'. Does it hurt real good?"

"Don't fight it. Just let it happen. No one will know except us."

"And we're real good at keeping secrets."

The extra mean gunslinger pressed his cheek against yours and looked down at the boy between your legs.

"Don't tell me you're shy. We're real well acquainted by now, ain't we?"

You hated when he spoke to you like that. All sweetly condescending.

The boy wasn't letting up. Just kept sucking your clit and dipping his flexed tongue into your hole, switching from one to the other like he couldn't get enough. Like you were water in the desert and he'd drop dead without you in his mouth.

You fisted the duvet in your free hand, trying to distract yourself. No good. Your body had wants and needs of its own.

You could feel it building and there wasn't anything you could do to stop it.

You threw your head back and bit your lip, but it still wasn't enough. Small whines and gasps slipped through.

Your cunt was clenching, your whole belly a warm knot finally coming undone. It felt better than good.

It felt fucking incredible.

The boy didn't seem to notice. He just kept at it, even though your clit was swollen and aching and bright with blood.

The gunslinger noticed though. You could feel him smiling against your neck.

He tugged at your earlobe with his teeth and then kissed all the way down to your shoulder.

"Maybe we ought to be nicer, if that's what you sound like."

"Like a fox in a trap. Whinin' so nice 'fer us."

Your whole body felt like you touched lightening. And the boy's tongue was the worst if it.

"Please, enough. I...can't..."

The dark skinned gunslinger leaned closer to you, smiling in a way that wasn't nice at all.

"You're so sweet when you beg, filly. Ask politely and I'll get him off you."

You swallowed your pride. What was left of it after today anyway? They'd seen far too much of you for you to hold onto false modesty.

"Please. It's too much. Just make it stop."

Maybe it was your voice or maybe it was your tears or maybe he was just feeling merciful after emptying his balls inside you. He grabbed the boy's hair and hauled him up.

The kid's lips were red and swollen, his whole jaw slick with spit and spunk. He looked dazed, eyes still on the spot between your thighs.

"I'm not done yet. Can't I just..."

"Ain't complaining now, are ya? You see why we went through all that trouble for her?"

He was still holding onto you and he made a half hearted tug to get you closer to him.

"Five more minutes. Please."

The gunslinger scoffed. "You think just 'cause you had a taste you can make demands?"

He pulled the boy's hair and dragged him off the bed. His jeans were bulging at the crotch and his eyes never left you.

"But you said -"

"We said that you'd get a taste. Nothin' more."

The gunslinger holding you spoke up, his lips still pressed against your shoulder.

"You gotta earn it boy. Our girl ain't gonna be wasted on some greenhorn."

"Gonna have to make do with your fist, like the rest of us had to."

When the boy was off the bed, the gunslinger let go of your arm and shoved you forward. You landed on your forearms, your body sprawled in front of him.

He planted a hard smack on your ass and leaned over you, lips brushing your hair.

"You'd better dream about me sweetheart. Better feel me in your mouth when you close your eyes."

His fingers swiped across your cunt, rough and probing. You winced at the feel of him.

"Or else I'll just have to fuck you so hard the memory is burned into your mind."

You looked over your shoulder, eyes catching his for just a second. Long enough to realise he meant every word of his threat. He smirked, satisfied.

He stood and grabbed the boy by his upper arm. Together with his partner, they bundled him out the door. Business all finished, eh?

You sagged into the bed and watched them leave, your cunt still pulsing when you moved. You were exhausted and you looked it, too tired to push yourself up.

A hand caught the door before it closed.

Another one? How much more were you supposed to take?

The newcomer nudged the door back open and stood there for a minute, watching you. He had a bowl of water in his hand, a wash rag thrown over the side.

You hadn't seen his face before, but you recognised him. The tall, well spoken one who made you ride on his horse.

He was dressed better than most of the others. A black, silk waist coat and a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. A silver cross dangled on a chain around his neck.

It made you want to laugh. What God could he worship, when he was a sinner so black?

"Hello dove."

You didn't answer. Just watched him with your cunt fluttering and your lips bruised. 

He was the palest out of them all, skin more like a scholar's than a cowboy's. He had black hair, as long as the gunslinger's, but tied back. He was probably Chinese, but born on this side of the Pacific. His accent was almost the same as yours.

He walked towards you slowly. Not nervous, but more like he was worried about spooking you.

He put the bowl of water down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, half facing you.

"It must hurt."

You stayed quiet. What did he know of hurt? He wasn't the one being held down and fucked.

He nodded at the bowl. You hadn't noticed it, but the water was a milky white.

"That's to clean you up. I reckon they left a few more cuts and scrapes than they intended."

You found your voice. Smaller, meeker than you remembered.

"Why do you care?"

"You think we don't care?"

You blinked. Of course you thought that. What else was there to think? They were outlaws who took you to satisfy themselves for an afternoon or two. What more could there be?

He laughed, but it was a bitter thing.

"Oh, qīn’ài de. If we didn't care, you'd still be a free woman."

You didn't understand what he was getting at. He sighed and reached for your ankle.

You jerked away. You didn't want to be touched ever again. Not by a man, not by anyone.

He sighed again.

"Don't be difficult. I want to help you."

"Why?"

He was quiet. Just watching you with his dark eyes. There was something familiar about him, though you couldn't tell what.

Finally, "You don't remember me."

You were in no frame of mind to care about his feelings.

"No."

He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his forehead resting on his knuckles. Like a man at prayer. He turned his head a little to speak to you.

"It's been a long time, but you saved my life once."

You frowned, totally blank.

"You were still just a girl. Thirteen or fourteen maybe. I'd just turned twenty, part of a gang for the first time and too damn cocky."

He rubbed the skin just above his thumb. There was an ugly scar there, the skin still raised and puckered after all these years.

"Our heist went wrong. Sherrif and his deputies were waiting for us. I got shot. Not so bad that it would kill me, but bad enough that I couldn't make it home."

You couldn't see where this was going.

"Ended up in a barn, bleeding everywhere. I heard footsteps and I thought for sure I was done for. That the rancher was going to blow my brains all over the wall. But it wasn't him that found me."

You sat up slowly and ended up on your knees, your back to him. You thought you understood now, but you let him keep speaking.

"Wasn't him, but his daughter. Dropped the milk when she saw me but she didn't scream. Just came over and asked how she could help me. Me. A wanted man who'd just killed six deputies."

You didn't know that part of the story. All you remembered was the hot summer sun slanting through the cracks in the barn, and the young man bleeding out in the hay. You remembered him digging the bullet out and asking you to stitch him up, his face going all pale.

You closed you eyes and it was like you were right back there, hiding him in the hayloft and telling your pa the blood on your dress was from killing a chicken.

"Why did you do it?" he asked.

"Because you looked scared. And because I was a little in love with you."

That probably wasn't the answer he was expecting. You pulled in a shuddering breath.

"You were older than me, but still so young. The most handsome man I'd ever met. You told me you got shot by mistake, and not to tell anyone because it would get your little brother in trouble."

You could hear a smile in his voice.

"And you believed me?"

"Yes. Why would you lie to me? Outlaws were just a thing from stories. And I suppose I wanted to believe you. You told me I was going to be really pretty someday, that you'd have to come back and marry me. No one had ever said anything like that to me."

He hummed. "You really thought I was handsome?"

"Yes."

He still was, but he had none of the sweet, boyish softness you remembered. He was handsome in a hard, dangerous way. Diamond rough. You could cut your skin on the sharpness of him.

"But what does that have to do with anything? Why...why do this to me, if you owe me your life?"

He sighed and reached for you. He hooked his arm around your waist and dragged you onto his lap.

"I kept checking in on you over the years, do you know that? Every time I was near your ranch I'd ride out and look for you. Always watching."

"Why?"

"I felt like I owed you. I wanted to make sure you were fine. And when you got older...well, I just liked looking at you."

You shivered. There was something in his voice, a longing far deeper than anyone of the other cowboys'.

"Will you let me go when you're done?"

He sighed and tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Maybe that would be the merciful option. But we aren't merciful men."

He pulled your head onto his shoulder when you started crying.

"You're going to stay with us, qīn’ài de. For a very, very long time."

"Why now? Why..."

His hand was soft in your hair, his voice even softer.

"You're young, lovely, a rancher's only child. How much longer 'til your pa started to consider marriage? And who would come knocking on his door? No, I couldn't loose you to them."

"You're the one..." you tried pulling away but he kept you still, head against his shoulder.

"Me," he agreed, "I'm the one to blame for this. And even knowing that, I wouldn't take it back."

"The others..."

"Brutes, aren't they? But they're my brothers. And once they saw you, they wanted you too."

He said he couldn't loose you to another man, but that didn't make any sense.

"If that's true, why did you let the others..." You swallowed, not sure how to go on.

"Why did I let the others have you first?"

You nodded. He played with the cross on his necklace. Finally, he spoke.

"Because I want the most time with you."

He pulled away to look at you and you realised how wrong you were. It wasn't that he didn't feel any lust for you, it was just that he hid it far better than the rest of them.

But now... oh, his was the worst you'd seen. Boiling hot, on the end of its tether. This was a man who wanted you. Who'd spent years wanting you.

He laid a palm on your thigh.

"They got you for an hour each maybe. But I'm going to have you all night."

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scream - l. jeno

-> lee jeno x fem reader

-> frat! au, pure smut (jeno lee is one nasty mother fucker in this one y'all)

-> CW: dom! jeno, rough sex(??), choking, edging, a small... TINY (VERY TINY) bit of ass play, protected sex, handjob, overuse of the word fuck, overstim, head god jeno, fingering, spitting, squirting, slight praise, lots of crying (reader), dumbification, marking/biting, scratching, blood, nipple play, gagging, bdj (big dick jeno LMFAOO)

-> a/n: this is my apology for going on such a long break T-T, i'm telling you i didn't even realise it went on for that long. i was checking in every now and then but i feel so bad T-T anyways! I'm back :P this one doesn't have THAT much dialogue, so i hope you guys enjoy the gory details 😁 also i think this is the filthiest, most smutty, smut i've ever fucking written, and i've written a lot... trust me on this.

-> upcoming: dilf! jaehyun next week and maybe another halloween special idk. oh btw, everything has some sort of halloween aspect to it :)) psst! requests are open!!

-> word count: 4.2k!

-> also p.s: idk how to explain the way he's acting in this fic... he's like very sweet and cute when he's kissing, but he's being a bitch when he's fucking and being rough... idk, i hope you understand what I mean. but also, as rough as he maybe, he's very touchy-feely and kissy :D ANYWHO! I present to you, six pages of pure filth!

safe! master list

mature! masterlist

“When you said we’re going to a party, I didn’t know it was a frat party.” Minjeong said as the three of you walked through the door. The house reeked of weed and sweat, all the criteria for a proper frat party, except everyone is in a Halloween costume.

“Girl, where else would the party have been?” Jimin scoffed lightly. She paused in the doorway, looking down at her phone before she sighed. “Apparently Sungchan’s waiting for me in the living room, I’ll see you two later?” Both you and Minjeong nodded, wishing the girl goodbye and watched as she walked away in her cheerleader costume. 

Turning to each other, you silently agreed that the first thing you needed was a drink, so you headed off to the kitchen. 

“I forgot to tell you how hot you look in that outfit.” She said in your ear, loud enough for you to hear over the music, and you gave her a smile while you poured yourself a drink. 

“So do you,” you whistled as you looked her up and down, the way the gross boys in movies do when they spot a hot girl. 

Together, you looked like an odd pair, seeing as you were dressed up as Jennifer, from Jennifer’s Body, and Minjeong was Little Red Riding Hood. The music thumped through the air as the two of you stood in the crowded kitchen, surrounded by costumed partygoers. The laughter and chatter blended with the bass, creating a symphony of Halloween revelry. Your playful compliment still lingered in the atmosphere, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise chilly, dimly lit room. You took a sip from your drink, the alcohol burning your throat, but your attention was momentarily drawn away from the sensation by something else. From across the room, you spotted a familiar figure, the ever so iconic Ghost Face mask, in the back corner, talking to a boy dressed up as a mummy.

The menacing presence seemed to defy the festive atmosphere, and your eyes were drawn to it as if by some magnetic force. The Ghost Face mask turned slowly in your direction, and even though you couldn't see their face, you felt a shiver race down your spine. It was as though an invisible connection had formed between you and the enigmatic figure, a connection that transcended the costume and the anonymity it provided. There was something magnetic about their presence, something that sparked a potent and unspoken attraction.

For a brief, electrifying moment, your eyes met those hidden behind the Ghost Face mask. Time seemed to stand still as you locked onto each other, and a subtle, unspoken acknowledgment passed between you, like a silent agreement in the midst of the raucous party. Your heart quickened, and the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that charged moment.

Feeling a surge of heat and anticipation, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the enigmatic figure and turned back to Minjeong, who had been watching the silent exchange with keen interest. She met your eyes, and the shared understanding between you two was palpable. “You saw him too, didn’t you.” Minjeong said in a way that had her sounding winded. With a knowing smile and another sip of your drink, you and Minjeong silently toasted to the unspoken intrigue that had captured your attention.

As the night continued, the magnetic pull you felt towards the Ghost Face figure in the corner didn't wane. It was like an invisible thread connected the two of you, and despite the ongoing revelry, your attention kept drifting back to that mysterious presence.

Minjeong, ever perceptive, nudged you and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Why not go for it?" Encouraged by her silent urging, you decided to take the initiative. Setting down your drink, you nodded toward the Ghost Face figure, indicating your intention to approach.

Minjeong gave you an encouraging thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you to navigate the sea of Halloween costumes on your own. You weaved through the dancing crowd, anticipation growing with each step.

As you approached, the mask-wearing figure seemed to sense your approach and turned slightly in your direction. They leaned against the counter with their arms crossed over their chest, waiting for you to arrive. The closer you got, the more you could feel the intensity of the connection between the two of you.

Finally standing face to face, the silence was almost deafening. The mask stared at you, unmoving, but you could sense a palpable tension beneath it. Without exchanging words, you both seemed to understand that this moment was special, a secret shared between you in the midst of chaos.

Slowly, your hand extended, and you reached for the Ghost Face mask. Your fingertips brushed against it, and you felt a rapid heartbeat beneath your touch. The mask gave the slightest nod, and you grasped it, carefully pulling it up.

Beneath the mask, a pair of intense, dark eyes met yours. You were momentarily lost in their depth, captivated by the enigmatic stranger who had held your attention all night. The corners of your lips curved into a small, knowing smile, and a spark of recognition flared in those deep, mysterious eyes. 

The unspoken tension that had been simmering between you erupted in a whirlwind of excitement. It was a dance of anticipation and curiosity, an unspoken agreement that you had both been waiting for this moment. And even though the music continued to thump, and the crowd continued to revel, for that brief, electric moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a silent, thrilling connection.

You told him your name when he asked for it, and he introduced himself as ‘Jeno’. 

“You wanna take this upstairs?” he asked with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You sucked in a breath and nodded before he pulled the mask back down and took your hand in his to lead the way through the crowd.

The staircase was crowded with a few people, Minjeong included. You spotted her talking to a girl in fairy costume and when you caught her eye, she gave you a grin, wider than you’ve ever seen. 

Every now and then, Jeno’s leather gloved hand would lightly squeeze yours as you climbed up the stairs. You held on a little tighter each time, but before you knew it, you were standing in front of a room with a big ‘JN’ poster hanging in the middle.

The boy opened the door for you and let you enter first before entering himself. The door clicked shut behind you as you sat down on the bed, your eyes locked on Jeno's every move. With a seductive confidence, he slowly peeled off the Ghost Face mask, revealing a mischievous smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

As he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours, you sucked in a breath in response to the sensual tension that crackled between you. His gloved hands, still gripping the mask, dropped to his sides, and he advanced with a slow, deliberate purpose. The room was drowning in desire, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from him.

Jeno moved in until he was standing directly in front of you. His presence was magnetic, and you found yourself unable to resist as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The touch was electrifying, and you leaned into it, your eyes closing as you savored the sensation. You reached up slowly and pulled his hands away, suddenly regretting it, but you went on with pulling the leather gloves off, exposing a set of large, veiny hands. 

Kicking off your shoes, you moved to the top of his bed and watched as he concentrated on your every move with dark eyes. In a flash, Jeno had pulled off the cloak, leaving his chest exposed and him only in his jeans. It felt like you were freezing without his touch on you, but soon enough, he was in front of you, inspecting your face before his eyes ultimately landed on your lips that were stained red from makeup.

His lips rushed to meet yours in a tantalising kiss, a soft exploration that soon deepened into a passionate melding of mouths. The taste of him was intoxicating, and your tongues danced in a heated rhythm, exchanging breathless sighs and moans. Every kiss, every brush of his lips against yours, sent a rush of heat through your body. It was amazing.

His hands travelled from your face, down to your waist and they pulled you to meet his body. Jeno groaned into the kiss from all the friction caused by his chest rubbing against your sweater, making his nipples hard and sensitive. 

While your arms wrap around his neck, Jeno’s hips dig into yours, creating a tent in his pants. It’s hard and uncomfortable but the pressure it’s putting on your cunt is to die for, so you grind… hard. Jeno moans your name while his hands tug at your jeans so aggressively you thought he would tear them if he continued. After blindly messing around with your pants, Jeno popped the button open and pulled down your jeans, exposing the lacy underwear you had on. 

You whined as he pulled away from your lips but you shut up quicker than ever when you noticed how he was staring at your pussy. He looked hungry.

He looked like he was starving.

And starving, he was.

Jeno practically tore off your panties, tossing them somewhere behind him, before he dove into you. His tongue pressed flat against your pussy, licking a stripe up, the muscle’s warmth and making you moan softly. His nose poked at your clit as his tongue toyed with your hole. He lapped at your folds, making sure no spot was left untouched by his tongue. Jeno loved the way you tasted; you had the best pussy he’s ever eaten, he felt like he could spend all day eating you out, and he’d never get tired of it. 

Jeno pulled away for a second to put his middle finger in his mouth, coating it in saliva before pressing it to your entrance. A hum escaped your lips as his thick digit slowly pulsed in and out of you as your hands worked to take off your sweater and shirt. Soon, one finger became two, and Jeno went back to eating you out. Your moans were driving him crazy; they were making it hard focus on your clit because his cock was so fucking hard. The hand he had pressed on your lower abdomen moved down to his button, undoing it and moving the zipper down far enough for him to get his dick out. 

As he rubbed his cock, Jeno’s teeth grazed your clit before his lips latched on to it, sucking forcefully. With that, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start to form. As your moans quickened, the pace of Jeno’s fingers grew faster, and he sucked harder on your clit– if it were even possible. He loved the way you were tightening around his fingers, like you were trying to keep them inside you, wanting them absorb your juices.

“Fuck, Jeno…” you gasped, fingers tugging at his dark, messy hair. “God, I’m so close.”

Your eyes squeezed shut right as you were about to cum, but you never did. You felt so high, but now you dropped back down to zero, and you were empty and cold. Opening your eyes, you saw Jeno looking down at you with a smug expression. He leaned down and kissed you softly, which allowed you to taste yourself off his tongue, the somewhat sweet taste filling your mouth. 

Reaching down, you felt for his cock, and began stroking when you found it. He was girthier than other guys you’ve had sex with, and he had a slight curve upwards, but my god was he long. You didn’t know if he would fit, but there was nothing you wouldn’t try. 

Jeno moaned as he kissed you, the feeling of your warm hands rubbing him up and down forced him to thrust at the pace you were moving at. He pulled back from your lips to drop his head into the crook of your neck, marking and panting against the soft skin. Behind the shell of your ear, he wet a small spot with saliva before he kissed it softly, and he did the same to a few other spots. He sucked on your skin until it bruised while he moved down to the curve of your neck. Jeno’s hot tongue laid against your skin once again before he closed his teeth around it. 

You jerked his cock harder as the boy continued to bite into different spots until his husky voice whispered a demand. 

“Stop.” Jeno told you.

You did as you were told, but you kept your fingers trailing up and down his shaft as he kissed back up your neck, to your lips.

“Gimme two seconds.” he said against your lips with a smile. You kissed him quickly before he got up, which made him chuckle. 

You watched as he got up, cock out and everything, which made you smile a bit. Jeno slid off his remaining clothes and tossed them in what presumed to be a laundry bin, and opened a drawer of his dresser, only to pull out something wrapped in a gold foil. 

Oh…

Not one;

Not two;

Or three;

But six.

Jeno pulled out a strand of six condoms before he turned back to you. “Just in case.” he smiled innocently, even though he absolutely was not. He tore one from the line and ripped the top off with his teeth before he handed you the open package. 

“Only six?” you asked in attempt to make a joke out of the pain you’re going to be in tomorrow. 

Jeno chuckled as he shrugged while you took the condom and rolled it on to his cock. “We can use the whole pack if you want, it’s new.”

And that was that, seeing as Jeno grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. His tongue eagerly explored your mouth once again, grazing your own tongue and cheeks before he pulled away. A string of your mixed saliva hung like a teather from your mouth to his.

“Turn over for me, won’t you?” you nodded in a daze and turned so that your face was in the pillows. “Good girl,” he said, his cool hands grazing down your back, sliding all the way down to your ass. He spread your cheeks far enough apart to see everything, and you swore you heard evil laughter coming from somewhere. 

What you thought was going to come, did not, in fact, come. Instead, you were surprised to feel a warm glob of spit fall on to your ass and how it trailed down to your pussy. Jeno leaned down and licked one long stripe, starting from your clit and ending at your ass. His tongue poked into your hole, once again, but this time he scisored in and out, the same way he used his fingers earlier. His tongue was warm and soft inside you, but that feeling didn’t last very long. 

Jeno pulled his tongue out, subbing it out for his fingers, but instead, he used his tongue on your ass, sending shivers down your spine. He licked at the puckered hole, warming it up a bit as he fucked your pussy with his fingers. 

“You doing okay?” he asked, but you were only able to moan out your response. His fingers fucked you faster, his thumb was ruining your clit with friction, your ass was slick with his spit. Everything was happening just as it needed to be for you to cum. “Oh fuck, Jeno, I’m gonna cum.” And this time you did. Jeno’s fingers curled inside you as they fucked you through your orgasm. Your body shook, your pussy was covered in spit and cum. Jeno’s fingers were coated in a mixture of his and your fluids, and he sucked it off like he was eating icing from a cake. 

You felt hot and sticky; he hadn’t even fucked you with his cock yet and yet that was the best orgasm you’d ever fucking felt. “Jen… Jeno, I need you.”

The desparity in your voice sent Jeno spiraling and in no time, the fingers in your pussy were gone and his cock was poking at your enterance. He spit into his hand and coated his covered cock in it, even though he doubted he needed it, considering the fact that you were so wet you could drip on to his bed.

With a slow push, Jeno’s cock entered you, but refrained from moving after hearing you gasp. You knew he was going to be big, but you didn’t know he would be that big. He was a length you’d never taken before, so it took you a few minutes to adjust to his size, but soon enough you were able to build up to a medium pace. 

Jeno’s hands snuck up your back to undo the clasp of your bra, exposing your breasts. Jeno firmly gripped your ass, with his thumb prodding at your assshole. You hummed with pleasure as the thick digit dipped into you slightly. With that, along with the pounding from his cock, you were basically in heaven. 

“Faster,” you gasped, finally feeling only pleasure as he fucks into you.

Pulling you up by the shoulder, your bra slipped off in an instant, which let Jeno get a proper view of your tits, plump and beautiful. He watched how they jiggled with each thrust, and he grew more and more fond of them. Jeno even switched his grip on you from your shoulder to your neck. His hand gripped you around the base of your throat, just tight enough for there to be a handprint later. Meanwhile, the other snaked down to your pussy, where he drew fast circles on your clit. Jeno’s cock was deep inside your cunt, it filled you to the brim and you were loving every minute of it. 

And so was he. The sound of skin slapping on skin, how your pussy fit his cock like a glove, how you moaned his name like you knew it well, how your back was practically glued to his chest. That made him go crazy; that made him fuck you even harder– a more vigurous pace that felt so good it brought you to tears. 

Jeno got a hold of one of your nipples, it was hard and practically begging for it to be twisted. You moaned at the feeling and begged for more through your tears, so Jeno’s arms crossed over your stomach, his hands reaching up to play with your nipples some more. He pulled at them until they slipped from his grip, he squeezed them until you begged for mercy. When he shoved two fingers in your mouth, you gagged and yet you could still go further. Jeno pulled his fingers out and covered your tits in your spit.

It didn’t take long for his hips to pick up the pace once he that he was about to cum. Your moans grew choppier and choppier as his thrusts became more sharp. 

“Shit, baby.” he groaned, his teeth biting down on your ear loab as he came. Your breaths were ragged in the moments of his orgasm, but you could feel his cock twitch inside you, even with the condom. Your body couldn’t keep up with the speed he was going at and soon enough you were shaking in his arms for a second time, cumming with him.

When Jeno pulled out, your head lolled backwards and you eyed him with a smile. Jeno kissed your temple and whispered his next words into your skin.

“On to the second condom, then?” You each laughed at his comment and Jeno wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he shook with laughter.

The boy helped you off of him before getting off the bed again to switch condoms. The exchange was quick and before you knew it, Jeno was hovering above of you once more, staring down at you like you were his prey. This predatory look formed a pit in your stomach, but the good kind. 

Jeno’s eyes scanned you from head to toe. 

Your body glistened with sweat, collarbones and throat covered with markings of all kinds, your nipples were puffy and wet, and your pussy was swollen and slick with juices. Everything looked delectable; you looked delectable and he was so tempted to consume it all. 

The boy picked up one of your legs and propped it over his shoulder and placed his tip at your entrance. He bottomed out smoothly, and this time you seemed to be able to handle his length much better. Your head sunk into the pillows as you let out a sigh. 

You watched how Jeno’s eyes closed when he felt your cunt wrap around him with his head falling back with pleasure. “Feels so good.” he groaned into the air, his jaw hanging open slightly as he continued to thrust. His head turned to the side and he brought your calf closer to his mouth, littering it with harsh bites and soft kisses.

Biting your lip, you reached your arm out, silently asking for him to come closer to you, to which he accepted. Setting your leg down, Jeno placed his arms on either side of your head, his face now just centimetres away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you wanted to keep the eye contact, so you mustered up the courage to look into his swirling orbs. In his eyes were a mix of emotions, ones that were unrecognisable to you, but you liked it. Tilting your head up slightly, you pecked his bottom lip lightly, which earned you a grin from Jeno. It grew wider when you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him in even closer to you. He hummed and kissed you back forcefully as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against you sharply. 

The tears that ran from your eyes down your cheeks seemed to motivate Jeno. Before, he could only hear your sobs, but seeing you cry switched something inside him. It made him want to fuck you harder, just to see you cry even harder. You looked so pretty, with your makeup all messy and tears running down your face. He loved it. 

So he fucked you harder, and so you cried harder, you moaned louder, and you pawed at his back. His skin was under your nails, he could feel how they cut into him the harder he thrust. You were driving him fucking insane. 

Jeno leaned his forehead on to yours as he moaned out sweet nothings. “I fucking love your pussy, fuck.” he cursed. His words made you tighten around his cock, which only made him groan louder, but it was like music to your ears. He felt like your pussy was sucking him in the way it would constrict when he fucked into you. 

“Jeno, please,” you whimpered, but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Fuck, Jeno, you’re so fucking good.” you repeated your words as you whined out to him. 

His words made your insides flutter, his movements made your heart race and your breaths quicker. Everything felt so good you could barely moan out words anymore. 

He was fucking you dumb and silly. You were nothing but drawn out exclamations and tears. You were so sensitive, and yet you didn’t even want to tell him to stop. 

It was just too good to stop.

So he kept fucking you, and he kept filling you, over, and over, and over again until you felt it. “Jen… Jeno, fuck, I’m cumming.”  Suddenly, Jeno pulled out again, the same way he did earlier, but this time, he crawled between your legs again, fingering you until you came while jerking himself off. This one hit you so hard that your mind went completely blank and no words could even come out of your mouth. Jeno couldn’t even register what happened until he felt a wet substance leak on to his sheet. 

He couldn’t fucking believe it.

His mouth latched on to your squirting cunt almsot immediately, drinking in your juices like it was water. Some  liquid dripped down his neck as he lapped up the rest that leaked from your pussy, but he never let up. He continued to eat you out so well even after you came, you thought you were going to do it again.

As your hand raked through his dark hair, all it took was one tug at his roots for him to cum. Jeno rode his high by fucking himself into his mattress, and until he was done, he rest in between your thighs. 

Slowly making his way up to you, you looked down, only to find that his dick was still hard. “You’re joking, right?”

“How about we finish that pack in a bit, hm?” he grinned, making you scoff. 

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HIII!! If it's not a bother, can you maybe write headcanons for toxic!Se-Mi with a naïve!reader? No rush or anything

✧₊⁺ i'm addicted to you

✦ synopsis: how can the person that makes you the happiest be also the one that makes you the most miserable? ✦ content: MINORS DNI, toxic!se-mi x naive!reader, cheating, angst, a bit of smut ✦ authors note: hiiiiii!! tysm for ur request!! i hope u like it!!!

⠄⠂☆ listen. it was your fault. you smiled too much and too often at her, haven't you heard her reputation?

⠄⠂☆ it all started like a normal friends to lover.. relationship? to you, everything she did was magical and romantic.

not to your best friend tho.

"she's cheating. i don't know how you don't see it?" you stared with your big doe eyes as you shook your head no.

"she says she loves me, you don't cheat on someone that loves you"

"you're dumb if you think she's only fucking with you, clearly she's not even ready to be in a relationship!"

"she said she had a traumatic experience with ex-relationships before! that's why she didn't asked me to be her girlfriend yet"

and she stares at you as she sighs.

⠄⠂☆ se-mi does NOT let you touch her phone. she tells you that she's afraid of her phone breaking because she has too many memories with her grandma there:( ?????? and you believe her ???????? she actually means 'nudes from other girls' btw..

⠄⠂☆ you're so down bad she's literally screaming it to your face. ur blind tho..

lover<3: hey babe

lover<3: this urs?

[lover<3 attached an image]

no.. i dont own any red lingerie???

me: oh. it's not.

me: se-mi?

lover<3: fuck, i was fighting with my sister. it's hers, i hate when she leaves her shit on my room :(

it's not. she doesn't have a sister.

you believe her tho.

me: ohh hshshdj, you scared me:(

lover<3: i only have my girl ;)

she doesn't. she says that to every single one of her girls.

⠄⠂☆ she gets bored eventually and leaves you. and you're sobbing and asking for an explanation but all she gives you it's a quick:

lover<3: its not u its me. promise. ur just 2 much sometimes and i think we should just see other people :)

lover<3: it wasnt that serious tho, we weren't dating

lover<3: but im down if u still want my fingers inside of u hshdj

⠄⠂☆ you block her. although you end up unblocking her at night, texting her you'll let her be more free.

but she's rancorous, so she blocks you for almost 2 weeks. wants to leave her girl yearning a little..

⠄⠂☆ until she checks your Instagram, and your last post is a girl hugging you from behind and a picture of this girl holding a coffee cup.

what the fuck???? who's that bitch???

naaah shes unblocking you and spamming your phone REAL fast until you answer.

se-mi: what the fuck???

se-mi: fucking answer

[missed call from se-mi]

se-mi: im so fr if u dont pick up rn ill go get u, ik that coffee shop

[missed call from se-mi]

⠄⠂☆ the amount of calls she left are ridiculous, when you decided to pick up your phone to text your mom you're like ????

me: oh! hi!

me: its my best friend! we're hanging out a bit, she said i looked a bit down since u blocked me....

se-mi: i dont believe u

se-mi: if shes ur best friend leave her and come over

se-mi: i miss you so much princess

⠄⠂☆ and you fall.

there you are, you left your best friend to go ride her cock.

she fucks you so good it's disgusting how much of a whore it makes you

"fuuuck" she moans as she sees you squirm while riding her black strap. your tits bounce and your nails scratch her back, your head thrown back from pleasure.

"s-soo deep" you whimper, cock drunk.

"yeah? bet no one fucks you like i do baby" she says, slapping your face as your eyes roll back from how deep she is.

it's true tho. no one does.

⠄⠂☆ when you actually get serious and decide to finish things off??? like you for real have an entire speech and everything, you've talked to your best friend, you've decided you two are no longer gonna fuck, you practiced, you have literally done it all??

there she is, on your fucking door with your favorite flowers, a necklace with her initial on it (you talk too much about taylor swift and that one song), she even set up a picnic date???

she's being so romantic

and you just can't bring yourself to do it.

⠄⠂☆ and then everything is back to normal.

me: can we see eachother today??

se-mi: idk

me: oh, thats fine! tomorrow maybe? we could go tooo a picnic date again!

se-mi: uhh ill see, idk

⠄⠂☆ she can't btw. she already has a hookup for tonight and she's gonna be soo tired from it tomorrow.

⠄⠂☆ and finally on thursday, she goes to your house!

and everything is so good again, sex is amazing and she falls asleep right after, worn out.

and a lot of messages start popping.

the dumbass doesn't even hide the notifications, so you open one.

em: need u so so bad daddy

[em attached an image]

em: missing ur fingers. make me beg??

⠄⠂☆ and when she's awaken by your sobs, she doesn't even have to ask what happened. she knows.

"baby, let me fix it. please" she begs as you keep sobbing. "princess please, you're just being a cry baby. we'll be fine."

she rolls her eyes as she kneels, besides you.

"hey, it didn't meant anything to me, i swear"

⠄⠂☆ and then you actually kick her out??? she's speechless.

⠄⠂☆ you don't talk to her for one day, a week?? what the fuck is wrong with you??

⠄⠂☆ and just when you think you're doing better...

[se-mi attached a video]

se-mi: you're missing out ;)

"you're such a good girl" se-mi says, the video shows her spanking a girl as the blonde moans, in all fours.

"my pretty girl" she uses your nickname on her as she thrusts. you bite your lip to try and hold the tears.

she's disgusting.

⠄⠂☆ and another week goes by. she actually begins to.. miss you? like.. not enough to stop fucking around, but she's only fucking girls that look like you!

hey! at least she can only cum if she thinks it's you eating her out instead of them!

⠄⠂☆ and it's been a month, and she still texts you. but you don't reply.

good girl!

until you meet someone new, and she's beautiful, and she's so nice, and she actually treats you like a person? she has time for you and it's not only night hang outs???

so you give her a chance, and you were so right!

until the sex comes.

and everything is soft, gentle and caring.

and you fucking hate it.

⠄⠂☆ so much, that you answer that text.

se-mi: is it true??? ur fucking w her??

se-mi: istg if i find out you have a new girl im gonna fuck ur brains out in front of her baby

se-mi: you know you can't live without me

se-mi: you're my girl

me: come over tn

se-mi: wait-

se-mi: ur fr??

⠄⠂☆ and you're so for real.

she's making your brain all fuzzy as she tightens the grip on your throat while you're riding her.

she pushes you into bed and thrusts into you until you become putty in her hands. she's pouding so hard your eyes roll back.

and she fucks you dumb, because no one can do it like she does.

and the tears fall, but you don't know if it's because she's doing it so good or because you know she won't be here in the morning.

and it's so intoxicating that you're coming undone on her cock.

⠄⠂☆ and now we start all over again.

[astrophileous]

hi !!! can i request literally anything with spencer based on "in a world of boys he's a gentleman"? everytime i hear it on tiktok i just think of him and i physically cannot😭😭 thanks a lot <3

ANON YOUR ✨️MIND✨️!!! I go crazy over any edit of spencer with slut! audio omfg and you're absolutely right, the lyrics scream HIM SO MUCH 😭🫶 Thanks for the request lovely ❤️ btw some parts of this are kinda similar to details of my other blurbs but you know what? idc 🥰 I hope you still enjoy it tho &lt;3

Warning(s): fem!reader, minor injury (scrapped knee), reader being stood up, profanities

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

You turned around at the familiar voice. "Spencer? What are you doing here?"

"I'm on the job. Were you inside the club?"

You glanced at the entrance of the establishment behind you. "Yeah, I was. Can you tell me what's going on? Why was everyone evacuated? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine, angel. Don't worry. We've got things under control." Spencer looked around at the mass of people in your immediate surroundings. "I thought you said you had a date today?"

You shuffled your weight from foot to foot, ducking your head so Spencer couldn't read the embarrassment on your face. "I do. My date, he's—well, he said he saw some of his friends earlier and went to say hi, but then we got evacuated, so..."

Spencer frowned. "He hasn't contacted you yet?"

"No." You looked at your phone again for good measure, hoping that somehow your date had dropped in a text or a missed call in the two minutes since the last time you checked the device, but alas. "Maybe he doesn't have service? The signal on my phone has been terrible as well."

You and Spencer both knew that it was a pathetic excuse, but you were thankful that he chose to brush past it completely.

"Are you cold?" Spencer asked when he saw you shudder. He instantly took off the FBI bomber he was wearing and draped it on your shoulders. "Here. You know you get cold easily. Why didn't you bring a coat?"

Truthfully speaking, you didn't think you would need a coat when you left your place earlier that night. After all, your date was going to drive you from your apartment to the club and back. How were you supposed to know that he was going to stand you up halfway through your date, leaving you alone and freezing in the middle of a sidewalk?

Perhaps the fact that he decided to bring you to a club out of all places for a first date should have been your first red flag all along.

"Better now?" Spencer asked.

"Yes. Thank you, Spencer."

Someone bumped against you from behind, and before you could dive head first onto the curb, Spencer caught your fall mid-air. He led you away from the mob of people littering the club entrance with protective arms enveloping your shoulders.

"What happened to your leg?" Spencer asked when he saw the slight limp in your walk.

"Oh, that? I, um, kinda grazed it against the pavement when I fell."

"You fell?!"

"Well—" you winced when a particular step sent a jolt to your limb, "—believe it or not, people can get real physical when they panic, and a sudden PSA to evacuate the premises is apparently the surest way to do it."

"Let me see." Before you could stop him, Spencer was already kneeling in front of you in the middle of the road. He flipped the sheer material of your skirt so he could inspect the damage. "Shit, angel. You're bleeding. Why didn't you say anything?"

Carefully, Spencer ushered you towards the nearest ambulance, sitting you down at the back before requesting a first aid kit from the paramedic.

"Need help with that?" the paramedic asked.

"No, thank you. I've got her."

The way Spencer said the phrase made your entire insides heat up all at once. It didn't help that for the following minutes, you had to endure all the gentle ministrations Spencer was doing to treat your scraped knee. You were both glad and mournful when Spencer finished dressing the wound, your skin tingling with the aftermath of his delicate touches.

Spencer took a seat right next to you. "Still no word from your date?"

"No." You sighed. "I don't even wanna think about him right now. Should've trusted my instinct and not go on this stupid date in the first place."

"Why did you go anyway?"

"I didn't feel right canceling just like that. Deirdre went through great trouble setting it up for me."

Deirdre, bless her heart, was your best friend and closest confidant. She was also the person who arranged this blind date for you because she was, quote-unquote, tired of seeing you pining over a certain FBI agent with an IQ of 187.

"For a certified genius, he's sure as hell real dumb if he hasn't figured out how you feel about him by now," Deirdre had said once upon a time.

So, like the good friend that she was, Deirdre set this blind date in hopes that you would finally stop moping around and start moving on instead.

"Your date is a friend of Deirdre's?" Spencer questioned.

"No, no, no. I think he's a coworker of her sister's husband or something? Anyway, thought I'd at least show up and have fun, y'know? I didn't expect that I would be the one getting stood up."

Spencer clenched his jaw. "Well, you can tell Deirdre that her sister's husband's coworker is a brainless dickhead."

"Spencer!" You wanted to reprimand him, but the giggles that broke through betrayed your intention completely. "You don't know that. You've never even met the guy."

"Don't need to. He's got to be the biggest idiot in the world to have the audacity to stand you up when he should be thanking you for even giving him the time of day in the first place."

Your stomach churned into knots. "You appraise me way too highly, Spencer."

"I appraise you exactly as you deserve." Spencer's shoulder bumped against yours. Even under the layers of clothes you were wearing, your skin still managed to burn. "I wish you could see that."

His words washed over you like a high tide. Spencer was the only one who held such power in the world; the power to render you compliant just by the utterance of several words.

It should have been terrifying.

"Do you want to go home?" Spencer offered as he rose to his feet. "C'mon. I'll drive you."

"What? But your case—"

"They'll be fine without me."

You followed him to one of the parked SUVs several paces ahead. Spencer meandered for a minute towards a group of people whom you could only assume was his team. You offered a small wave and an awkward smile when their gazes slithered your way.

"I feel bad for taking you away like this," you admitted once Spencer returned. He had tendrils of curly hair falling down his forehead, and it took every willpower you had not to reach out and stroke them away.

"It's fine. They understand. We all cover each other all the time when one of us has more urgent things to do."

You were 100% certain that taking you home should not have been categorized as "more urgent things to do". After all, Spencer was a federal agent working a federal case, and you could've easily taken the metro or a taxi back to your place. If it had been any other person with you at that moment—if it had been any other guy—you doubted they would have gone through all those troubles for you.

But Spencer was different.

In a world of boys, Spencer Reid was a gentleman.

He opened the car door for you before getting himself into the driver's seat. The drive back to your apartment lasted a little over twenty minutes. You stared at the building outside your window before turning to face Spencer.

"I'm sorry again for hindering you from your job."

"Are you seriously just gonna keep apologizing to me?"

You grinned. "Maybe. Unless, well, you'd let me treat you to lunch sometimes. Or dinner. Whatever works for you."

Spencer chuckled. "Deal. Just text me when and where, okay?"

You bid your goodbye and exited the SUV. Just before you could close the door, though, Spencer suddenly called out your name.

You bent down and peered inside the car. "Yes?"

Spencer assessed you in silence before looking away. "Nothing. Just... don't forget to brush your teeth."

"Brush my teeth? Who are you? My mom?"

Spencer waved you off when you started to laugh.

"Goodnight, Spencer," you said one last time, slamming the car door and heading towards the entrance of your building.

Spencer's heart stirred as he watched you walk away. "Goodnight, angel."

[leaawrites]

Silence and Peace

Percy Jackson x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n doesn't like Percy very much, until one quiet night changes everything.

Warnings: use of Y/n, female reader, kinda suggestive, no specific cabin,

Wordcount: 1.8k

I'm back! If you have any requests or whatever, send them in! Though I might need a while to finish stuff right now :(

Btw, thinking of making a part 2 of this? What do you think?

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In the quiet hours of Camp Half Blood, when all campers were asleep and nobody could disturb her peace, Y/n sat on the beach. Watching the waves crash against the shore longingly like they were her second home. She watched the ocean come and go. She watched the sand cover her feet and making her sink deeper every time a wave came to her. For her, that was freedom. Long hours of silence. A peace so immaculate nobody could blame her for it. Nobody could make her drown in agony in those moments.

Not even Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. The boy who watched her from afar one night and couldn’t look away ever since. He watched her helping other campers with a mesmerizing look in his eyes. One that screamed at everyone walking past, “that is gonna be my girl.”

And if she loved the ocean so much, she would love him the same, right? Wrong. She wasn’t his girl. She never even though about being his girl. He was always just Percy Jackson. The boy who bullied her for being older but still smaller than him. It wasn’t even that much of time between them. Seven months. Seven months was enough for him to make fun of her. Because Percy had no idea how to get a girls attention otherwise.

So that was his plan. Make her hate him if that was the only way for him to talk to her. Stupid boy.

Percy was stupid; you could ask about a dozen people and they would agree. He wasn’t dumb, but stupid. That kind of stupid that would get defeated by Annabeth after being distracted by a girl walking by. That kind of stupid that would stumble over his own feet when she approached him to complete her duties at camp. That kind of stupid that walked over to her one night and sat down next to her with nothing but static silence and the rapid sound of his heartbeat in his head. He was stupid in love.

“Why do you always watch the ocean but never go in?” He asked, scaring the girl and making her look at him wide eyed.

“I-” she began talking before shutting up. Every time she saw him, she prepared herself to get a snarky remark out of his mouth instead of a civil conversation. Though now he talked to her like a normal person. He talked to her like they were friends. “What are you doing here?”

Percy chuckled, averting his eyes from the moon towards her. Eyes sparkling, a kind of tiredness filling his face. “I don’t think you should be the one asking.”

It wasn’t meant mean. It wasn’t meant harmful in any way. However Y/n received enough comments with the same tone to roll her eyes and look away from him in annoyance. In her head, he wasn’t there to keep her company or even - dare I say - comfort. He was only there to annoy and tease her.

“Look, Percy, I was really enjoying my peace before you came, so maybe, would you be so kind, and leave me alone. Just this once. In the morning you can say whatever you wanna say to me, just not tonight,” she said, pulling her knees to her chest and letting her head rest on them, her voice tired and stifled.

Percy looked at the girl like she was going insane. Like somehow she murdered three people and wasn’t afraid for him to be the next. Which, Percy assumed, probably was one thought in her head at the moment. Even when he could never imagine her doing harm to anyone or anything. She was the smart, kind, classy girl in camp. The sweet, blooming field of flowers that everyone adored. Him included. He adored her.

“You know, when I’m seeking peace at night, I also visit the ocean,” he told her, making her look up at him. She was surprised he was still sat next to her, talking in tranquility. It felt foreign, yet normal in a fascinating sense to her. A person can be so different at night. Or was it only because he was at peace now? “Lately it felt like I visited a girl as well.”

It took her a moment, but then she understood what he meant. This wasn’t the first time he came here. It was, however, the first time he made himself known, which surprised her. When you think of Percy Jackson the first adjectives would be sarcastic, extroverted and brave not shy, calm and soft. At least not to her.

“You were watching me?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and, what Percy assumed to be disgust, but actually it was surprise. Y/n was surprised that he seemed interested in her.

“I also like to swim, but that wasn’t possible since you occupied the ocean’s attention for most of the time,” he told her, sighing in acted sadness.

Y/n laughed at his terrible performance, making him smile in return. “You should’ve just walked past. I would’ve been gone in a second if I knew it was you.”

Something in that sentence made Percy’s heart drop. Maybe it was the face that she would’ve been gone. Or maybe it was because she would’ve been gone because it was him. Anyway, something about it made him uncomfortable in his own skin.

“You also could’ve stayed,” he told her, not looking at her, missing the soft smile and tender look dancing in her eyes. “Bet you wouldn’t have minded seeing me without a shirt.” There it was. The comment she waited for, combined with the smirk she knew all too well. Percy was terrible at flirting and she wouldn’t have said what she eventually did if they hadn’t been all alone at this hour.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have.”

Percy’s mouth stood open with surprise, while she shrugged nonchalant and bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh that wanted to escape her so badly. The boy wasn’t used to her actually jump on the joke and tease him back, though he couldn’t deny that he somehow liked it.

After a moment of thinking, he took his chance. Pulling his shirt over his head and making his way towards the water, he turned to her with a smirk. “Well, if that’s the case.”

Y/n wanted to watch the beach, she came specifically to this place to do just that. Watch the waves and the shore and the sky and the moon. Though now her eyes were focusing on something else. She watched Percy dip in the water, breaking the surface, with such gentleness, she wanted him to touch her just the same. She watched him swim for a bit. Watched him look at her and act like he was being attacked to get a laugh out of her. His head sticking out of the water to watch her reaction. When he saw her enjoying his company for once, he smiled back. It was nice knowing to be the reason for one’s happiness. Especially someone you wanted to make happy every day.

As he came back, Y/n tried to keep her focus on the moon, only betraying her quest when Percy sat down next to her again. Shirt still laying next to him.

Percy turned his head, only in time to catch her eyes traveling over his now shivering body. The night air hitting his skin with discomfort.

“You should put your shirt back on or you’re gonna get sick,” she said, looking at him. Her eyes catching a water drop sliding down his face and following it. He ignored her comment but still put his shirt back on.

“When you said that you would’ve gone if I was to just walk past and into the water, was that only because of me or would you have gone if any other person would’ve been in my position?” He asked her, making her look away from him again. She didn’t answer though Percy knew the answer now. “You don’t like me very much.”

“It’s hard to like you, when you constantly try to embarrass me,” she said, finally. Finally she didn’t just walk past him, ignoring his comments like they weren’t meant for her. Though it was obvious to everyone.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Percy admitted. Grover was right, he thought.

After he finally told someone about his crush on the girl, Grover was quick to educate him that that wasn’t the way to get a girlfriend. “I was just trying to get your attention,” he admitted quietly.

Y/n laughed at that, her hand over her mouth. “Why would you want my attention?” She asked him.

“What?” Percy didn’t understand how that seemed so impossible to the girl next to him.

“Percy, be serious. You couldn’t possibly want my attention so bad. I mean, why would you? You have the attention of all the girls, why mine?”

Percy had never been so mad at himself and at her too. He wanted to tell her that he was just joking. He wanted to tell her that he had no idea why he wanted her. But the truth was he knew. He laid awake enough nights asking himself the same question. Then again, he was mad at her for thinking that. He was mad again at her that she couldn’t see all what he saw in her in herself.

“I like you, okay? I really do. I like the way you talk kindly to everyone and I like your smile and your cleverness. I like that you’re always there for everyone and that you listen to me even though I’ve been horrible to you,” he told her it all. Everything that he thought about he told her. “I like your bubbly personality and how you can’t seem to stand normal after staying up for a moment. I like how messy you are and yet put together. I like your face and your eyes and you. I like you for how you are.”

“Well, Jackson, your strategy isn’t really good. I mean, teasing a girl to get her attention usually just works in books,” she told him.

Percy couldn’t believe it. He just poured her a cup of his heart and she decides to dump it into the ocean.

“But this is nice,” she eventually added. “I like this side of you. The quite and vulnerable one. The one who’s flirty and sarcastic in a lovable way. The one who fakes his death to make me laugh.”

“What does that mean now?” Maybe she didn’t dump it all in the ocean. Only a part of it. The part she didn’t like.

“It means that if you show me more of that side, I could eventually start liking you too. Would that be alright?” She asked hoping for a yes and a agreement from him.

She got more though. She got a relieved ‘yes’, a promise and a smiling and blushing boy.

[unholyhelbig]

Can we get a backstory for all to familiar? Like how they met and how she was before Kate trained her? Good work btw!

Title: The Woman in White (Read part one here)

Ship: Female!Reader x Vampire!Kate Bishop

Warnings: Vampire tendencies, blood, dom/sub dynamics, reference to substance abuse, biting (She's a vampire), murder (Still a vampire), pet names, alcohol, mention of incarceration, stabbing, horrible grammar

[A/n: okay, so this is not my best work, but I gave it a shot. I've been dealing with school and work lately but I'm so glad you guys enjoyed the first part!]

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There were little things about the large manor on Ivy Rowe that set off alarms in your mind. Small inconsistencies that should have set off alarm bells in your mind, red flashers screaming loud enough to tell you this was a horrible idea. Adrenaline was a hell of a drug and the way it filled your veins won out against rationale every single time. It certainly clouded your senses when you combined it with piss warm beer and a rolled blunt that was mostly stems.

The back door was open, so really, it took away one half of the misdemeanor from your already extensive record. It was cold in the house, dark and empty enough to dry half the water that clung to your body. The scent of chlorine clung to your skin and prickled dangerously. Fuck, it was massive in here.

You had an objective. There had to be a bathroom close by. But the kitchen was so captivating. Everything about the home was. Your intentions were innocent enough. You and a few friends often got tipsy enough to wander Ivy Rowe for a heated pool in the middle of September nights. Summer homes that were abandoned. Unguarded. People that had too much money for their own good.

You’d done worse. Crimes that were not so victimless, ones that would keep you up at night. Stolen cars and bloodied knuckles. Things that had you shivering into yourself from something other than the cold tile under your feet. Perhaps the reason why you were padding into a strangers kitchen now, peering into mostly empty cabinets when you ought to be returning to the warmth of the water instead. Where exactly had you gone wrong?

The school guidance counselor blamed the foster care system. You blamed the fact that she shook her Tupperware container filled with chopped salad (too much onion, too little mouthwash preparedness). Later, after court mandated therapy, you would pin the blame on the lack of love you got from your father before he got hit by a train when you were six. Now you just blamed your lack of motivation and your horrible job as a grocery bagger.

The fridge was empty, safe for a box of baking soda. Instead, you opened the freezer, rewarded with a chilled bottle of fireball. Something you’d vomited up on more than one occasion, but you were a fighter and the buzz of that outweighed the horrible memories. You whispered out a victorious “Bingo” at your prize.

Without a second thought you cracked the top off and swallowed back enough of the burning liquor to make your stomach tumble and your head fuzzy. Your throat had a pleasant enough burn and your initial mission was soon forgotten. Whoever owned this place was loaded, the exact opposite of you, who was working off an empty stomach.

You took a smaller, less greedy sip, as you began to wander the manor, feet numb to the coldness. There was interesting artwork scattered around the pristine white walls. Deep reds and brilliant royal blues. Windows that were covered in thick curtains and blocked your view of the pool. A grand piano that rested just adjacent to a large stone hearth, left unlit during the warmer months, you assumed.

Unbothered, you moved through the halls like a phantom. Not shoving things into your pockets, like you would have if you were interested in taking things. There was almost a calming trance that had taken over you with the aiding hand of the alcohol. You’d polished off a good bit of it by now. Besides, you hadn’t any pockets to push valuables into.

Dust didn’t coat any surfaces, your fingers dragging across countertops and the gilded edges of frames. Painted oil portraits that gave you pause, but did not turn you to stone as they should have. Your muscles were loose, and jaw even more loose, the spiced taste of cinnamon on your tongue.

Eventually, you found yourself in a library, scoffing as you skimmed the dark wooden bookcases brimming with all types of literature. Bound in gold and leather and tickling your senses with something akin to decay. One single book, you were sure, could sell for enough to cover your rent for at least a month. But you weren’t interested in that. No, you’d always had a soft spot for the written word.

You set the nearly-empty bottle of fireball on a coaster for posterity. Your fingers, long since un-pruned from being out of the water for so long, grasped onto a dark green book that was expertly bound. You pulled it from the shelf, testing the weight, dragging the pads of your fingers over the pages that were cut to perfection. It had been so long since you had held something of such prestige without the urgency to tuck it against your chest and zip a coat over it.

“In one moment, every drop of blood in my body was brought to a stop.”

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the book. The world around you seemed to tilt but you had enough sense not to stumble back into the shelf behind you. Certainly not enough to stop your head from whipping up at a dizzying speeding. You wanted to hurl, swallowed the bile down, gripped the shelf all in one moment to steady yourself.

A girl- no, a woman- was standing predictably with a lit candle at the mouth of the library. She was a specter dressed in a white silk nightgown. Something that was once white, you supposed. It was stained in a darkness that you could smell over the liquor on your own breath as blood. It was smeared across her face, her lips and her fingers.

She had a tint to her cheeks that made her look human, and by god, you figured she was. Stunned and stupid and you stumbled half a drunken step because where was all the blood coming from? She had to be hurt. She wasn’t acting like she was hurt. No. This beautiful creature was entirely calm.

“There, as if it had that moment sprung out of the earth, stood the figure of a solitary Woman, dressed from head to foot in white” She continued speaking and you glanced down at the words on the cover of the book, not knowing what else to do. The candle had been set down and the flames reached the gold lettering on the front. “Wilkie Collins, if I’m not mistaken.”

You swallowed thickly, taking in the sight of her once more: the expanse of her legs, the height of her. The ethereal beauty. She reached for the bottle of fireball and polished off the rest, leaving a faint red ring where your mouth had been, clearly unsatisfied with what had been left.

“You’ve broken into my house.”

“Yeah, seems so. We interrupt something kinky?”

She laughed, a light an airy sound that somehow cut into your ears and sent a shiver down your spine. You nearly blacked out, stars forming in your eyes and taking over the majority of your vision. The woman was in front of you. Closer than just a moment ago. You hadn’t recalled her moving, nor the book exiting your hands but it wasn’t there anymore. How much had you had to drink?

Her teeth were sharper, shiner, up close.

“No, no. Not at all, doll. At least your friends at the decency to stay outside like the mutts they are.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, lady?”

She smirked at you, more of a snarl, her bloodied hand shooting out with unnatural speed to grip your jaw with startling strength. She was taller than you, wrenching your gaze to her own. You weren’t one to back down, not easily, but a whimper had escaped your lips at the feeling of her pure power. “Ah, you’re forgetting that you’re the one who broke into my house. You’ve got quite the mouth on you for someone at such a deep disadvantage.”

You hiccupped, leaning into her cold touch “I wouldn’t call my drunken charm a disadvantage.”

This had never worked for you before, and you figured it wouldn’t work for you now. All you’d ever done was amp up law enforcement until they threw you in a cell, or aggravate a judge until they extended your sentence with the roll of their eyes. You never really minded because it meant a hot meal and a bed to sleep in, albeit a scratchy one.

She scrunched up her nose, loosened her grip a fraction. Your breath was stuttered, the middle shelf digging deliciously into your spine. She’d backed you into a corner, her leg slotted easily between both of yours. It was icy cold and pinned you down with ease. Her fingers trailed down your throat, stalling at your pulse point.

The woman’s nose pressed into the small of your neck. She breathed deeply, pressing herself flat against you. The coolness of her cut through your haze, if not for a moment. A groan pushed past your lips. She smelled sweetly of sage and of what you recognized as blood. The slick adhered to your bare stomach, mingled with the scent of chlorine.

One of her hands dragged down the length of your stomach, the other squeezing your hip. She hummed against your throat, a growl that seemed to penetrate you so wholly that you felt it vibrate in your bones. Your body betrayed you, head leaning to the side to expose your throat to her.

“Jesus Christ,” She rumbled, pulling herself back almost violently, digging her hand into the side of your neck. Her tepid grey stare. She panted chest-deep, searching your face with something akin to confusion. Another stunted snarl “Fuck.”

There was an overcast in your mind, something that flickered, a triggered response that screamed at you to run. This was your moment. But was it really? You couldn’t find your way out of the manor. You had stumbled drunkenly in here and now that that high was working it’s way out of you in a tangle of fear, there was nothing left to do but stay pinned under this woman. This creature. This demon.

She swallowed down something, her words, the lingering taste of blood, maybe whatever was holding her back from finishing you off. She stared at you, eyes the size of cue-balls, face stained in dried red pulp. Ever captivating. You trembled under her touch, waiting for her to make a move.

“If you’re waiting for me to beg, I won’t.”

“Beg?” She chuckled darkly “For what?”

“Fuck me. Kill me. Release me. Whatever you’re meant to do with me, just fucking do it.”

She clenched and unclenched her jaw in an almost methodical way. Your words weren’t exactly measured, nor were they resigned. They just were, ruminating as the fear dissipated and the reality took it’s place. You’d been stabbed once during your second time incarcerated, a rusted blade shoved between the sinew of your ribs. Once the pain had subsided, and the warmth of the initial spurt of blood dried to something cold, you were left with the reality of the wound. Much like now.

“Interesting,” She rasped, running her thumb over your pulse with the slightest of tilt to her head. “Your friends, they pleaded until their throats were raw for their lives. Yet you stand here in defiance at the very thought of getting on your knees for me. Why is that?”

“You strike me as someone who is used to getting what they want.”

She caged you in with another snarl, nose nudging against yours, you didn’t so much as flinch. “You strike me as someone with nothing to live for.”

You were effectively riling her up. It sent a thrill straight to your core. You should quit while you were ahead, but the dangerous stranger was right. There was nothing you had to lose but minimum wage at a shitty grocery store. This was exciting, and fun, and you might as well test your luck before your brutal death. “I don’t see how that complicates things for you.”

“Darling, I think you underestimate my pension for complicating things.” Again, she wretched your face closer to hers, grip strong, hand gripping your chin, teeth suddenly grazing your cheek. “It would be easy to kill you. Easier still, to fuck you. Destroying you? God. I would love nothing more.”

Your head was tilted to the side in a show of strength, her mouth on the side of your neck. The woman was not gentle with her intrusion, canine teeth breaking past tissue and muscle. You yelped in pain, hissed as her fingers dig into your hips with bruising strength. Her body pressed flush to yours was almost a calming balm.

For her harsh words, she was gentle, breath hot on the nave of your neck. She swallowed greedily, your balance beginning to waver. The more she drank, the better you felt. Naively, you clung to her, and she supported you. The silk of her nightgown slick under your fingertips. You were quickly losing consciousness.

The edges of your vision started to pulse around you, a gasp pulling past your lips and inflating your lungs with desperation. You were shocked at the tenderness she embraced you with as she pulled the life from you. Much too gentle for someone ushering in your demise.

The hangover that accompanied death was worse than anything you’d ever felt before. Nothing compared to downing the handle of liquor that you’d lifted from the dangerous strangers freezer, nor the pounding headache and the crick in your neck that you’d awoken with in a holding cell next to a half-naked woman named Sherri who patted your head comfortably.

Death lingered, and so did the twinge of discomfort from the canine teeth that dug into your jugular the night before. You screwed your eyes shut, refused to spring them open. Afraid of the prospect of light. The wounds had scabbed over and even the simple movement of your arm to your throat felt like a task that you did not want to repeat. Shoveling wet sand.

“I was beginning to think I had gone too far with you.”

Comfort be damned. That smooth voice made your head spin. You were alert and pushing yourself up from the comfort of your aloofness in moments. You were in a bed, using the heels of your feet to shove yourself into the headboard. She did not flinch from your flailing movements, just raised an infuriating eyebrow.

You were dressed now, at least. A t-shirt that smelled of her, of sage and the metal of blood. Your own, you presumed. Still, you clutched at the blankets that covered you as if you were indecent. Neither of you were. The room was shrouded in the same darkness as the rest of the home. Would you ever have the privilege of seeing light again?

“Here, you should… drink.” You couldn’t help but flinch when she reached to the side table and picked up a glass of water, guiding it to your hands. “You’ve been unconscious for a few days.”

The kindness of her actions was giving you whiplash, and you were not one to fall for Stockholm syndrome, but your throat was incredibly dry and you swallowed the entire glass down with a quickness that was almost embarrassing. She watched you carefully, but there was nothing else in the room to watch.

She’d changed out of her nightgown, into something more comfortable and less crusted with your friends gore. You wouldn’t necessarily call them friends, now that your haze had cleared. You’d met them the night before when you bummed a cigarette off one, and then the rest seemed to come along.

It jarred you, seeing the creature with pale skin and inhuman beauty wear an ACDC graphic t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. She looked soft in the dull light, and you felt it was to disarm you. Your exhale was crackling, fingers gripping the duvet.

“Hungover, huh? Yeah. The venom is a real bitch.” Something akin to sympathy flashed across vivid stormy eyes. “I get carried away sometimes. I’m Kate, by the way. Kate Bishop. Katherine.”

You blinked dumbly at her, holding your inhale in your chest until it burned. She was a bumbling mess. A stark difference from last night. There wasn’t confidence, nothing that pulled through form the headiness of her meal, it seemed. But you knew it was there. You couldn’t unsee the flash of red in her stare, the pointedness of her teeth. The fear and excitement that had rushed through you at her touch.

She seemed desperate to fill the silence your racing thoughts provided “You’ve got quite the record, y/n. I’m impressed.”

“You looked me up?”

It hurts to talk, unbelievably so. The water had only soothed the ache so much but you refused to show weakness in front of her. She tilted her head in curiosity, running her tongue subconsciously over the length of her teeth. You clocked a glimpse of their sharpness when she hummed.

“Of course. I’d like to know who I’m going to share my home with. I’ve taken the liberty of shadowing your criminal record, by the way. All of your records, actually.”

“I… what?”

You supposed maybe you had actually died with that spiced taste of cinnamon on your tongue and two teeth lodged in your neck. Erased from the world with the ease of a rich unhinged woman. It could be as simple as breaking through the wrong fence, drinking from the wrong bottle of alcohol and picking up the wrong book from the wrong shelf. She must have read the panic behind your eyes because she cooed sympathetically, condescendingly, at you.

“Your purpose, your only purpose, is to serve me.”

Your eyes snapped up to hers, body filling with an unbidden warmth. What had she called it before? Venom? It worked through you with a vicious pace. Hot and startling. Your veins lit up with devotion in a single moment and the rasp of her voice alone had you trembling to follow her orders.

You, of course, were not one to follow orders. It was in your nature to disobey and you grimaced, pulled away from her gaze and her power. She snorted. “You’ll fall ill if you fight it, pet.”

“You should have killed me.”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” She let out a long sigh, running her perfectly manicured fingers over the dusty color of the duvet, as if she were bored. “Look, you challenged me last night. I don’t like to be challenged. I don’t like to be underestimated. Had you kept that pretty mouth of yours shut you’d be another meal like those smoke-tinged acquaintances of yours. But you didn’t. So I have no other choice but to teach you a lesson.”

“That’s it then, just two options, no middle ground?”

Kate let out a hum that morphed into something more of a growl that rumbled through her chest. She leaned forward, her arms on either side of you as you pressed yourself further into the backboard of the bed. There was an intricate design carved into the wood that you couldn’t make out, but you could certainly feel. She smelled pleasant and alluring.

She nosed into the edge of your jaw, and you sighed at the uncharacteristic warmth of her touch. Whatever she had done had brought something alive to her skin. Not the coolness that you felt the evening before. It was almost human. You felt the urge to pull her in closer, to press your lips to the plushness of hers. And her eyes- her goddamned eyes. They were the clearest thing in the room.

Your knees fell apart and she fit so easily between them, hovering over you, slotted like she belonged there all along. Your chest was heaving, her own breath soft and hot as it splayed against your cheek. “Do you know what I am?”

“I know what you’re capable of.”

“Yet, you continue to misbehave. Why is that?”

“It’s in my nature.”

“I suppose I can understand that.” She ghosted the words against your lips, punctuating them with nip against your bottom one. Her teeth were strong, drawing the metallic taste of blood and soothing it with her tongue. You sighed contentedly against them, mind hazing. “Don’t we feel so much better when we follow orders, though?”

Kate’s hand wicked into your hair, pulling back with enough force to make sure you looked her in the eye, but not enough to hurt you, voice raspy and firm with authority. “As my familiar, you will do nothing short of following orders. I refuse to award you with the mercy of death, sweet girl. You’re mine. We’re in this together, now.”

When she released you and removed herself from the room with a stealth that was inhuman, you found yourself with an unwanted ache. It was the venom of her bite, something she undoubtedly strengthened when she had dug them into your bottom lip moments ago. You could still taste your own blood against your tongue as you drew your knees to your chest.

Any argument died along with the lingering taste of yourself. Katherine Bishop knew no one would come looking for you. Another name that had been wiped away, another person who had vanished. You’d never made a lasting impression on anyone, had been cagey enough to push your friends away. Anyone without a penance for controlled substances had long since abandoned you.

It was just you and Kate.

She’d chosen wisely, and she knew it. Smug and rich, it seemed. You clenched your eyes shut and let the only two tears that dared to collect at your waterline slip down your cheeks in an unrivaled warmth. That was all you’d allow yourself. Anything else would be a sign of weakness.

You let your head fall back against the wooden headboard once more, eyes flicking to the pitcher of water on the bedside table. The empty glass that had a lip stain from your bloodied efforts. Resting snuggly under the lamp that rivaled the darkness was a book, bound in leather. A subtle comfort. A Woman in White.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Heyyy, give me something angsty with Felix please🥰 like maybe she comes home really tired and he’s just mad about everything small and calls her clingy🙀 and they go to bed angry (really bad idea btw never do that‼️) and then in the morning she tries to avoid him bc she doesn’t want to seem clingy? Happy ending tho, I can’t take too much heartbreak🩵

By my side.

Warnings: Yelling and crying.

Paring: Felix x Reader.

This is my first Felix story and I messed it up lol. Anyways. Enjoy 🩷

**

Y/n slowly removed her shoes at the door trying not to make a sound. Her body was aching and she was extremely exhausted. She moved like a sloth as she put away everything; her coat, her bag, etc.

When she heard the sound of banging dishes she knew her boyfriend, Felix, was home from his schedules.

Never in her life did she ever think she would be so irritated by his presence. She thought she would come home to a quiet house, she really wanted to be alone since work was so tiring.

"Oh! Hey my love," Felix face lit up when he saw his girlfriend walk through the living room. He quickly hurried around the counter to give her a kiss in which she returned.

"Heyy," she said trying to be as energetic as him but completely failed. Her chest was tight and all she wanted to do was cry.

"What's the matter?" He frowned when he noticed her little pout, "how was work?"

His hands automatically land on her waist trying to sooth the not's on her back. He cringed at how stiff she was and automatically knew she wasn't in a good mood.

"Can I have some alone time babe," she shrugged his hands off and started to make her way to their room.

"Did something happen?" Felix frowned as he quickly followed behind. She let out a frustrated sigh seeing he was still going on. He heard the sigh and was a little hurt by it but decided to push it to the side and make sure she was okay. That was what mattered right now.

"Nothing, I just want to be alone Lix-"

"I made us brownies! We can eat it with ice cream and chocolate-"

"Felix! For the love of God I said it's enough! Leave me alone. You're being clingy." She screamed and slammed the bathroom door in his face. He quickly took a step back in disbelief. He was hurt and it was so obvious.

His heart ached. He didn't know what to do but stand there hearing her soft sobs. Should he say something? Should he wait outside? Should he leave?

He was overthinking it. His hands were shaking and tears filled his eyes. She never yelled at him. Never did she even try to tell him off. This was all new to him. Was she getting tired of him? He thought.

Meanwhile on the other side, Y/n's tears were streaming down her face. She felt disgusted and guilty. Felix didn't deserve any of that. She knew it, he was just trying to help.

How could she let a miserable day at work affect her home life? Her relationship? Her thoughts became foggy as she sat there. All she could do was cry and so she cried until she finally fell asleep on the cold, hard tiles.

**

The frantic knocks on the door were what woke her up. Her head was banging and she was freezing. She looked over at her phone and saw it had been an hour and a few minutes. All she could hear was Felix's voice in distress calling out for her.

He sounded weak, worried and tired. What had she done? She quickly got off the floor and opened the door to see what was going on.

When the door opened Felix pulled her into his arms. He was so scared that she might have passed out or did something to herself since she had been locked in for an hour.

"Are you okay my love? Don't ever do that again to me! I was so scared something might have happened," he told her off but still managed to keep her in his arms.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," she whispered, "I know you were just looking out for me and you were worried. I love you babe," she tightened her grip around his waist as she hid her tears.

"Hey, look at me," he slowly put his finger under her chin. "We all have bad days, I know you didn't mean any of it. Okay?" She nodded, "stop crying my love, you need to talk to me and don't shut me out. Please?"

"I don't know what I would do without you," she whimpered.

"Well first off, you wouldn't be able to reach the top shelves..." he trailed off and smiled at her little laugh. He loved her laugh. Her laugh made him feel warm and happy. All he wanted was for her to be happy.

"You're so silly-"

"Yeah but you love it," he pecked her lips and helped wipe her tears, "should we go cuddle and eat the brownies now?"

"Yes please, I was actually craving them when I was in there,"

"My poor baby, go lay down and I'll be back in a bit," he let go of her and made his way to the kitchen where he got busy.

Y/n sat in their cozy bed trying to figure out how she would explain to Felix what was going on and she knew he was not going to let it go unless she told him and so she did.

[almond-tofuuu]

Hi, I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could write something like Zayne waking up from a nightmare and MC comforting him?

Absolutely adored your sleep-aid btw!!!!

Hi hi! 🤗 Thank you for the request, hopefully you enjoy this!

And I'm glad you happy you enjoyed the sleep aid!!!

Heart's refuge

Zayne x reader

Warnings: slight description of violence/injuries, Zayne has a nightmare, slight angst, Zayne is vulnerable (pls sir stop bottling everything up) comfort, possible ooc Zayne? ig 🤷🏻‍♀️ reader comforts him, established relationship

lmk if I missed anything ☺️

It was happening again.

Zayne was frozen in place, his legs refusing to move, his body no longer under his control. He was forced to watch, powerless to help as the group of wanderers closed in around you. Forced to hear every scream of agony, every desperate plea for help, forced to witness the gruesome sight of your bloodied body being brutally tossed to the floor like a discarded doll. Only then did his legs begin to work again, allowing him to rush to your side, just in time to watch the life flicker out of your eyes, feel your body turn as cold as the ice that ran through his veins and fall limp in his arms. Zayne cradled you in his arms, bloodied hands clutching the fabric of your shirt, tears falling from his eyes as he whispered apologies over and over again.

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough"

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Groaning softly, you blink open your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim lighting of Zayne's bedroom. As your sleep-addled brain slowly wakes up, you become acutely aware of the biting cold that's settled into the room, a thin layer of frost coating the blankets. A sudden whimper brings your attention to Zayne, his body lying beside yours is dusted with ice crystals, chest rising and falling rapidly, face contorted as though he's in pain. Although the sight is heartbreaking, this isn't the first time you've seen him like this, you came to learn quite early on in your relationship with the stoic doctor that he was often plagued by nightmares, horrifying images that would interrupt the few precious hours of sleep he was able to squeeze into his busy schedule.

Carefully, you grab his arm, shaking him slightly in an attempt to wake him up from whatever nightmare he was trapped in, calling his name softly at first, voice getting louder when he still didn't respond. "Zayne.... Zayne wake up!..... Zayne it's just a dream, you need to wake up sweetheart!"

Zayne bolts up from the bed, hand clutching at his chest as he gasps for air, panting wildly as he struggles to get enough oxygen into his lungs, eyes searching frantically around the room before landing on you. He stares at you for a moment, his brain, still half-asleep, attempting to separate dream from reality.

"It's okay.... It was just a dream... You're safe now" you whisper soothingly, hands gently cradling his face, brushing away the hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead. "Try to match my breathing, okay?.... In......." You take a deep breath in, smiling softly when you see his chest rise more steadily, copying you. "And out.........In.........And out, good job baby" you continue to simply breathe with him, whispering encouragement until his breathing finally returns to normal, his eyes no longer glazed over as he scans your body and face, as if he's searching for something, before you feel his body relax.

"There you go, that's better. Let me go get you some water-" as you make a move to stand, your pulled back by your hand, body falling into Zayne's chest as two strong arms wrap tightly around you, holding you against him so securely, as if he's afraid you'll slip through his fingers like smoke.

"Don't go.....just stay here.... Please" Zayne's voice, though muffled by his head buried in your neck, comes out as nothing more than a broken plea, the sound so vulnerable it makes your heart hurt. Just what kind of darkness was he forced to endure to shake him up this badly? Zayne was notorious for his self control, never showing weakness even to you, always preferring to take care of his problems quietly by himself. So to see him now, so raw and vulnerable in your arms, clinging to you as if it's you're the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely, you realised that whatever he saw in his dreams must've been harrowing.

Settling into his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back whilst the other played with the soft hair at the base of his neck, feeling him sigh in content at your gentle touch. You couldn't help the fond smile that spread across your face, it still amazed you how truly adorable Zayne could be sometimes, often reminding you of a grumpy cat.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You question softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between you both. "You don't have to if you don't want, but I'm here for you Zayne.... You don't have to deal with everything on your own"

For a while he remains quiet, and you accept that this is yet another thing he's going to keep to himself, but after letting out a heavy sigh, you hear his murmured response.

"I don't want to talk about what I saw.... I don't want to relive it" He raises his head, piercing green eyes meeting your own, his voice raw with a vulnerability you've never heard from him before. "I need you to promise me you'll be more careful, especially when dealing with wanderers. You're always so reckless with your life and as much as I want to, I can't always be there to protect you."

Zayne's hold on you tightens, face moving closer to rest his forehead against your own, an action so simple yet it conveys a depth of emotion that words can't. His breath fans over your face as he whispers softly, voice breaking slightly as he fights to control the intensity of emotions building up within him. "Please.....I can't bear to lose you....I'm not strong enough"

[spidybaby]

Wenassss.... Can I request something? Maybe just having a nice evening with his parents and brother while Pedri is being soft with you in front of them and they just love you and your guys relationship? Pleaseeee

It's okay if you don't want to do it, I'm just in need of fluffly Pedri, I'm having some mean cramps and I cant think of anything else but this🥴 also take your time, ten un buen dia/tarde/noche.

Baecation

Summary: Your boyfriend family loves the way your relationship is, always taking care of each other.

Warnings: none ❤️

A/N: Ay mami, I was supposed to post this a few days (weeks) ago, but I hope you're good and don't have cramps anymore. Btw sorry, I was MIA but now I'm not 💋 also special thanks yo my girl @gaviandgrizisgirl luv u 💛

"If you can be an animal for a day, what animal would you be?" You ask Pedro, you're drinking a piña colada while Pedro is drinking a strawberry drink. "I would be a shrimp."

"A shrimp?" Pedro laughs, he thought you would answer with a dolphin, an elephant, or even with a butterfly. Not a shrimp.

You nod, laughing at his confused expression.

You both are in Tenerife enjoying vacation. Well, you're enjoying vacation, Pedri is recovering and training for the pre season and the US Tour.

"Yes, my friend," you say, sticking your tongue out. He kisses your temple, thinking that maybe that piña colada is hitting. "So, you would be what?"

"I, my friend," he says, making fun of the way you call him friend. "Would be a."

"A donkey." Fer scream from the pool. Adrian and Paula laughed, and Pedri gave him the finger. "It was funny, admit it."

"You'll be the most cute donkey." You grab his hand, kissing it multiple times. "Fer would be a cookroach. Those are ugly just like him."

They all erupt in laughs. That piña colada was definitely hitting. "Oh, preciosa, you're the best." He pulls you to him, hugging you and kissing your temple.

"That was mean." Fer says. He loves making Pedro mad, even tho he wasn't the easiest to make mad. Pedro has this soft spot for him.

"It kind of was." Adrian joins the conversation, "but you were a bitch, Fercito." He hit Fer in the head and goes back to Paula, his girlfriend.

"I was mean," you admit. "I'm sorry, Fer. I think you would be a killer whale." You say. He thinks about it for a while and smiles happy about it.

"And you, golden boy." You bop his nose with every word. "You would be a panther." You joke knowing that since he saw Black Panther II, he mentioned he wanted a panther.

He shakes his head, laughing at how you can remember everything. "Would you be a panther with me, or would you be the shrimp on my plate?" He asks, lips on your neck.

"Noup, still a shrimp." You say, making him laugh even harder.

Fer looks at you, smiling. He's happy for his brother because he found somebody who loves him and cares for him. He knows your relationship is a healthy one.

"Pedro, those drinks are allowed for you?" Fer asks, since he's the chef for his brother, he knows the diet and restrictions Pedro has.

"I'm going to get one more drink, and I'm done." Pedro says, even tho he wasn't drinking alcohol like the rest, he was drinking more sugar than what he was supposed to.

"Let me go get you that." You say, stopping him from getting up. He kisses your cheek, thanking you for doing that.

You walk inside the house, finding Rosy and Fernando talking and helping each other with the making of dinner for everyone.

"Hi, do you guys need any help over here?" You place the empty cup, grabbing the strawberry mix and pouring more for your boyfriend.

"No, mija, you can go back. We're fine here." Fernando says, cutting some vegetables.

"Are you sure?" You ask again. "Let me take this to Pedro and I'll be back to help you."

Even they tell you that it's okay, you know they need some help. You grab the cup back and walk outside.

"Gracias, preciosa." He says, grabbing the cup. "Come sit, I want to show you something."

You shake your head no. "I'm going to help your parents in the kitchen, show me later?" Your hand in his hair, caressing his brown locks.

He nods, and you go back inside. Rosy and Fernando are talking about a new thing for the tasca. "I'm back, let me help you with the dip."

You chat with them for a while, they ask you about your classes and about your family. "Tell your mother I want that cake recipe."

When you met the González López you brought a cookie dough cheesecake. Rosy fell in love with it, well they all did.

"I can make it. We can get the things tomorrow and prepare it." You suggest, cooking with him was one of your favorite things. She taught you so much, and you were happy to bond with her with that. "Pedro might hate us for preparing it while he's on a diet."

In that moment, Pedro joined the three of you. "And what exactly are you making?" He asks, curious.

"No seas chismoso." Fernando laughs, patting his son back. "Venga, entra ya que iré a llamar a los demás." (Don't be noisy, get inside, I'm calling the rest.)

He walks over you, you're finishing a dressing for his salad, he grabs your waist, positioning himself behind you, kissing your shoulder. "What is that?"

You explain all the dishes you helped Rosy prepare, and explain to him about the salad and dressing you saw on tik tok. It was good because it didn't break any of his diet rules.

Rosy paid attention to the too of you, loving how you cared so much about him to the point of remembering what can and can't he eat.

"And this chicken is made specially for you, it's less greassy for your salad." You finish explaining. Pedro, thank you and help setting the table.

Fer, Adrian and Paula walk inside, laughing at some joke Fernando told them. They went to change since they couldn't sit with wet clothes at the table.

In the end, Adrian and Paula ended up leaving. They were invited to dinner by Paula's family.

"I can't believe it." Fer says, acting hurt. "You're trying to take away my position as mom's helper."

You all laugh at how he says it. "Well, she's a really good helper and doesn't change the recipe." Rosy defends you.

"Plus," Fernando adds. "She's doesn't complain about chopping the vegetables."

"Es que ella es simplemente especial." Pedro, kiss your cheek. Making you blush. "Nadie como ella." (She's just simply special. Nobody like her.)

To you, it was still new the whole affection in front of his family, but to him, it wasn't. His parents were like that. Even his brother and his girlfriend were like that. You weren't as used to due to your family not being this affectionate with one another.

To them, you shouldn't be ashamed. They know how much Pedro loves you, always saying how special you're and how he's so in love.

Rosy and Fernando love the way you're with him, and obviously are proud that they raised a gentleman.

"I have to take care of you." You say as you pinch his cheek. "Now eat you salad."

"It's so unfair you guys have amazing meals, and I have pure salad and chicken." He says, even tho he's very disciplined with this diet and exercise, he's getting tired of seeing you all enjoying these amazing meals.

He told you that before, how sometimes he just wants to get a burger and some French fries, but he's focused on his goals to give up like that.

"Here, let's share some salad so you won't eat alone." You push the food Rosy prepared and grab a new plate to serve yourself salad and chicken just like him. "You see? Yummy."

The look Fernando and Rosy share is a surprise one, because not even them as his parents thought about doing that, not in a bad way, they always supported him in every way, but food is food.

"You must love this idiot a lot because I know you didn't just reject this whole delicious meal for that salad." Fer jokes. Making you laugh.

"We're a team, right preciosa?" Pedro ask you. Elevating his hand for you to high-five him.

"We are." You high-five him. Making his parents stare at you like aw. "Your mom and I are making a cookie dough cheesecake." You say to him.

The expression he has is a funny one. He can remember the taste and hate that he will not be able to eat it. "So unfair."

"I want to know." Fernando asks, looking at Fer and then at Pedro. "Which one of you is going to do the dishes?"

"Not me, I did them last night." Pedro says, lifting his hands. "It's his turn."

"I hate you. At the end you'll help me." Fer says, throwing a piece of bread at him. After that, the talk turned out about what's next for Pedro, the tour, the season.

You were about to help Fer with the table, but Rosy stopped you, telling you that you already helped enough in the kitchen.

She dismissed you, telling her son to take you away from the kitchen. "Vamos, tengo que mostrarte algo." He says, walking you both back to his room. (C'mon, I got to show you something)

You sit criss-cross on his bed. He did the same and pulled out his phone, "Look." He hands you some texts between Xavi and him about how you can go with him to the US Tour.

"No way." You say hugging him. "Pedro, no way."

The smile he has while looking at you all excited for going to the tour with his is one that can light up the whole sky.

"Es que eres increíble, gracias." You hug him again, laying on his lap and kissing his whole face. (You're so amazing, thank you)

"Everything for you." He says, kissing you back.

He knows you're not that used to public affection. Specifically around family, he remembers that one time you push him away because your little cousin walked into the kitchen.

The kissing session became more heated than expected. He was now on top of you, an unbuttoned shirt, and the straps from your blouse being down your shoulders are just the beginning.

His hands travel around your body, grabbing everywhere he can. "Eres hermosa." He humms before attacking your neck with his lips.

You try your best to silence the moans, not wanting his family to find out what you're doing. But the way he was touching and kissing you made it almost impossible.

Your nails scratch lightly on his shoulders, his shirt is on the floor now. It's now your turn to tease him. Kissing that soft spot that makes him crazy. "You have to be quiet, mi amor." You say.

His lips on you to silence the two of you. While your hands go to unbutton his shorts, his hands are pulling your shirt out of your head.

But three knocks on the door make the two of you jump scared. "Si?" Pedro is the one who talks.

"Mom and I want to show you guys something." His father says, "meet us downstairs."

Your heart is beating so fast that you feel like passing out. "We're so not doing this again." You say, walking to the bathroom to fix your clothes. "You need to fix yourself, Pedro." He buff, angry at the interruption.

Once you both calm down, you make your way to the living room where his parents are. "Did you call us?"

"Vengan, tengo unas fotos para mostrar." Rosy says, making room for you on the couch. "This is an old pic from our vacation." (Come here, I have some pictures to show)

You look at the pictures, finding them adorable. Both Pedro and Fer were so little and so adorable. "Back to the time when you used to listen to your parents." You joke looking at Fer.

Fernando laughs and gives you the reason. "Es que ere joyita, hijo. Hasta ella lo sabe." (You're something else, son. Even she knows it)

You love it when they share their memories with you. It makes the moments you spend with them so special.

"When we get time, we have to go print the pictures we took these days." Fernando says to Pedro. "We have to add them to the album."

"You'll have your first appearance in the album." Rosy tells you. "Don't repeat this, but Celine cried when she got into the album."

She whispers this so Fer couldn't hear it. Celine was Fer's girlfriend. She was so special and so lovely with all of them, even with you.

You're thankful for all the love they give you, always making you feel like one of them. "I'm so excited for my first picture on this album."

"Nothing to thank us, niña. We are the ones who had to thank you. For being always so special with our boy." Fernando says as he messed Pedro's hair.

"That's true. Thank you for loving our son so much." Rosy hugs you. "We know he can be a whole lot sometimes."

"Hey, don't give me a bad reputation." Pedro laughs. You grab his hand. Happy that you find your way with someone like him.

[qianjunnn]

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I Love the Way You Love Me★

Summary/ It's your first time staying at your boyfriend's place, and seeing how handsome he looks after his gym workout fills your stomach with butterflies.

Pairing/ bf!xiaojun x fem!reader

Warnings/ suggestive, mentions of marriage and sex, use of pet names (princess, love, wife)

Word Count/ 1.8k

Author note/ I haven't been feeling well since I saw a video of Dejun in those slutty tight t-shirts (I don't know what they r called) DEJUN GOT ME HOOKED. I also remember when Taeyong wore that type of t-shirt too, I've been seeing Taeyong in my dreams since then. I miss my man, he has served enough. Btw this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 days.

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"Will you really be okay while I'm at the gym?"

Xiaojun looked at you with worried eyes while holding his sports bag. You had come over to his place without telling him because you wanted it to be a surprise, but to your surprise, he was getting ready for gym when you rang the doorbell. He had suggested staying at home for this once since you were already there, but you told him there was nothing to feel sorry for and you could wait for him until he came back from the gym.

And that was fifteen minutes ago.

"I told you a hundred times already, Dejun. You don't have to worry about me, I'll probably watch a movie while waiting for you." You tried to reassure him but Dejun was still giving you those eyes that screamed 'I don't believe you but I'll play along for now.'

Xiaojun sighed right when you were about to open your mouth to say something again.

"Okay okay, please make yourself at home. I won't stay too long at the gym tonight since there is a beautiful princess waiting for me at my place." He smiled and leaned in to peck your lips.

"Be careful while working out, Love."

"I will, Princess. Love you."

Xiaojun stepped out of the door when you said you loved him back, and then he closed the door behind him.

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It had been two hours since Xiaojun left for the gym and the movie you had opened was getting more boring with each second passed. Bella had fallen asleep on the couch next to you, the house was so... lifeless.

You reached for the commode when the boredom was getting unbearable and paused the movie. Bella stirred in her sleep when you got out of the couch. Her fluffy stomach was moving up and down with each breath she took. You entered the small kitchen with a soft smile on your face. To your surprise, the fridge was full of leftovers and all of them were takeouts.

How could someone who goes to the gym regularly eat takeouts every day? You thought to yourself while searching for a pot all around the kitchen. Cooking could help you spend some time and ease boredom, at least.

You opened the fridge again to find something to cook after finding and putting the pot on the stove. There were some vegetables and meat in the fridge so you just decided to go with them. You turned on the stove and started to cook.

The process was going smoothly and yes, it helped you to ease your boredom really great. Bella, also liked this cooking idea because she too could benefit from it.

Meanwhile, Xiaojun was about to reach home. He was not as tired as usual because he chose to not spend too much time at the gym, all he could think about was you. To hug you, to kiss you, to hold you... everything about you. Each hour at the gym felt like decades to him.

"Princess, I'm home!"

He immediately called out for you when he unlocked the front door. Bella was the first to respond to him with a happy bark and she ran to the door. Xiaojun was taking off his shoes when Bella started licking his face. He chuckled and patted the dog's head.

"Hey my other princess, where's the older princess?" He walked into the house and looked around. The delicious smell coming from the kitchen filled his nostrils. He went into the kitchen with a smile. You were zoned out while stirring the meal in the pot non-stop.

"There she is..." He approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist, everything around you started shining.

You put the spoon on the kitchen counter and placed one hand on his arms while the other on his head. He snuggled into the crook of your neck and closed his eyes.

"Hey... How was your workout?"

"Worse than hell." He placed a kiss on your neck. He continued.

"You were on my mind all day, I couldn't focus on workout."

"I told you to not worry about me, didn't I?"

He unwrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his hip against the kitchen counter, wrapped his arms on his chest.

Your eyes got lost in the way he looked. The way his grey T-shirt stuck to his body, the way his black hair was kinda messy and strands were falling onto his forehead... you fought back the urge to jump on him right then and there.

"Yes you did, but it looks like I'm not the only one who did something they weren't told to." He pointed at the pot with his chin. "I don't remember telling you to cook."

"I wasn't going to cook but your fridge was full of leftovers, so I decided to cook or we'd both starve to death."

He chuckled and got closer to you. His hands were on your sides once more. Xiaojun pulled you closer and stared into your eyes.

"This feels like we are a married couple." He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"A husband wouldn't scold his wife for cooking." You teased.

"I would. And I just did. I don't want you to cook when we marry. I'll take you on fancy dinners every night and eat takeouts all the time." He paused and a sheepish smirk appeared on his face. He looked down to hide his smile. "Or I'd eat you out."

You got shocked and punched his arm when you felt your cheeks getting hot. He pulled away while laughing.

"You're crazy..."

"Come on, we will be married! And it's an ordinary activity for husbands and wives."

"You're still laughing!" You picked up the spoon and lifted it to throw towards him. Xiaojun quickly put his hands in the air in defeat. He stopped laughing and you turned to put the spoon back its place. But Xiaojun quickly hugged you from behind and spun you around.

"Wha- What are you doing!" Bella's barks mixed with you two's laughter.

"Spinning my wife around."

"I'm not your wife!"

"Not yet, but will be." He lowered you and turned you around. The next thing he did was pull you into a kiss. Your mood was changed, and a bright smile was on your face when he broke the kiss.

"It's getting dark outside, I better leave soon." You traced your index finger on his chest, down to his abs.

"I'm not letting you."

"What?"

"You're staying over, what do you mean what?"

You raised your head first, looked into his eyes, then avoided eye contact.

"I'm not sure, Dejun..."

"I won't bite unless you want me to." He received a light punch on his chest from you.

"It's not that..."

"Then what is it? Are you mad at me?"

"No! I just... I've never stayed over before..."

He smiled softly when he saw the slight anxiety in your eyes.

"Well, princess. Everything has a first time." Xiaojun pinched your nose before picking you up and balancing you on his shoulder.

"Why do you keep picking me up tonight?"

He was heading to his room when you spoke.

"I don't work out for nothing, sexy thing. A man is nothing if he cannot carry his wife."

"I'm not-"

"You'll be."

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He put you on his bed after giving your butt a light slap.

"I'll go take a quick shower. Be good and wait for me in bed." He winked playfully before entering the small bathroom in his room.

Bella hopped onto the bed and lay down next to you. You couldn't help but wonder how she could still sleep after already sleeping straight for two hours in the living room.

Minutes passed and Xiaojun was still showering. Suddenly, your clothes made you feel so hot. You got out of bed in one swift motion and opened Xiaojun's wardrobe. The thing was, that he had more clothes than you and it was hard to choose which one to wear. Blouses, sweaters, T-shirts and... tank tops. You found the black tank top that you always loved seeing Xiaojun wear and put it on. It looked so big on you and yet still looked great on you. It could barely hide your chest but you didn't care.

"Princess?"

You turned your head towards the way where the voice came. Xiaojun was standing in front of the bathroom door and drying his wet black hair with a towel. Water drops slid down from his chest to the towel that was wrapped around his hips. The knot looked like it was about to come undone. He stood frozen when you fully turned towards him.

"Love?"

His eyes wandered on your body in his tank top, just like how yours were wandering on his half-naked fit body.

"What are you wearing?" Xiaojun shook his head as if it would help the thoughts go away, then threw the towel he used to dry his hair on the chair. He walked closer to you and placed his hands on your sides.

"I can take it off if you don't want me to wear your clo-"

"No!- I mean, you can wear my clothes. I'm just shocked... I didn't think I'd come across a breathtaking sight after the shower."

His words made you blush uncontrollably, and then he slowly pushed you onto the bed. "Get under the covers, " he whispered into your ear, then pulled away after you did so.

His bedsheets were comfier than the ones at your house. Maybe it was because his scent permeated the sheets. Xiaojun joined you in the bed after he put on gray sweatpants. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and laid your head on his chest.

"Are you comfy?" He asked.

The room was dimly lit and Bella was sleeping peacefully between you and Xiaojun's legs. This was the most peaceful moment you've ever had in your life.

"Yes... but your chest is still a bit wet."

"Sorry, I can put on a T-shirt if you want."

You shook your head and cuddled him tighter.

"No, I like it this way." Your words put a smirk on his face.

"Hmm. What do you like about it the most?"

You opened your eyes and lifted your head to look at his face. You clearly knew what he meant by that.

"What are you trying to get into?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know... I would love to be in you but I know my pretty princess wouldn't let me." Xiaojun studied every inch of your face and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while caressing your hair.

"This is my first time staying over and you really want to make out?"

"So bad."

You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes again.

"Not happening."

"But, Babeee..." Xiaojun sulked like a baby.

"You won't get a good blowjob in the morning if you keep sulking like a baby."

Your words were the last thing that made him behave and immediately close his eyes.

"Good night!"

You chuckled slightly. "Good night, Dejun."

He opened one eye and looked at you. "Can you also, like, ride me too? Because I get pretty hard in the morn-"

"OH MY GOD DEJUN JUST SLEEP!"

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[habibisagi]

late valentines day present delivery!! >u<

(sorry idk if this is how you would characterize shoujo protag isagi but i thought it'd be cute for him to be super blushy LKDJFSLKFG)

bitti??????????????? BITTI??????????? USER RABBBITSEASON????

crashing out about this peak piece of art under the read more ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ❤︎

BITTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUDHFKJFHJKHUJKSHKJHGJKSHFJKHSDJFGHJKSHFGKJHGKUJAJKGFDJKHSJKFDHJKDFGHJK !!!!!!!!!!!!!O8UREGJKHFGLJKSFDHUILJKUILHREGUIJDFG BITTI BITTI BITTI BITTIIIIIII OHHHHHH MY GODDD BITTIIIIIIII. bitti. BITTI!!!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭

okay. let me take a breath. i need to relax. I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE THIS IS LIKE AN ESSAY BUT I AM JUST SO SO GRATEFUL FOR THIS LIKE I HAVE TO YELL ABOUT IT 1 MILLION TIMES

i literally sat here for 40 minutes trying to type a proper response. because i genuinely am losing my mind. i am so serious like actively as i type this there are actual tears in my eyes and i'm literally shaking and sobbing. i am a very pathetic wet soggy cat rn over this ask. this is me right now

i need you to know that i was on call playing ow with my friend when i refreshed my notifications and saw this in my inbox. and i literally screamed on call and literally had to leave the call to scream more. and crash out. i literally started crying and shaking and hyperventilating. BITTI I LOST MY MIND. I AM LOSING MY MIND. and i am still crying as we speak.

i need you to understand this is genuinely the SWEETEST most incredible most amazing and thoughtful thing anyone's ever done for me in my entire life and i am LITERALLY SO ????? SOOOO BEYOND HONORED YOU DREW THIS FOR ME. 🥹🥹🥹🥹❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ AND SOOOOO SOOOOOO FULL OF HAPPINESS GRATEFULNESS AND LOVE. SO MUCH LOVE IN MY HEART OVER THIS. LIKE MY CHEST!!!!!!!! IS GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO OVERWHELMED /POS AND HAPPY RIGHT NOW I LITERALLY CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR TAKING TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO DRAW ME SOMETHING SO AMAZING?????? SO BEAUTIFUL?????? SO THOUGHTFUL?????? SO PERFECT AND GORJUS IN EVERY WAY????? I'M LITERALLY 🥹🥹🥹😭😭🥹🥹😭😭🥹🥹🥹

LIKE. EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS IS MAKING ME LOSE MY MIND. THE FACT IT'S IN PINK. ❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE FACT HE'S BLUSHING. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE FACT YOU CAN SEE MY NAME ON THE BOX (like OH MY GOD?!?!?!?). ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ HIS HAIR DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ AND THE SPROUT. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE WAY HE'S DRESSED IN HIS SCHOOL UNIFORM. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE TIE THE VALENTINE'S BOX ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE WAY HE HAS HIS HAND OVER HIS MOUTH BECAUSE HE'S BLUSHING SO HARD ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THE LITTLE HEARTS NEXT TO HIM AND HIS BLUSH ❤︎❤︎❤︎ AND.... THE WAY MY MIND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF SHOUJO ISAGI AND CRASHED OUT BUT THEN........

THEN YOU LITERALLY SPECIFIED AND SAID THIS IS SHOUJO ISAGI??????????? AND IT'S LIKE. LIKE OH MY GOD.??????? OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! MY BRAIN AND HEART EXPLODED THAT YOU THOUGHT OF THAT. THAT YOU NOTICED I TALK ABOUT HIM AND I'M JUST SO 😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎🥹 KSJFHGGHJKFJKHF I AM SO ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS!!!!! EXACTLY!!!!!! EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE HIM BITTIIIIIIII 🥹😭🥹😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎🥹😭🥹❤︎😭 THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE HIM BITTI HE IS THE MOST SWEET SHY LOVERBOY BF IN THE WORLD HE BLUSHES A LOT OVER YOU OVER EVERYTHING BECAUSE HE IS SOOO FULL OF LOVE FOR YOU 🥹❤︎ IM SOBBING LIKE ITS LITERALLY HIM THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURE HIM AND WRITE HIM HESDDFJGKHHGJ THIS IS SO PERFECT LIKE SO PERFECT

bitti this art genuinely means the world to me. i need you to know that from the bottom of my heart i cannot stress it enough BITTI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND FOREVER BTW. ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ THANK YOU FOR DRAWING THIS FOR ME I AM KEEPING IT SO CLOSE TO MY HEART. 🥹😭❤︎ i don't know what i did to deserve this incredible piece BUT I AM. HOLDING IT TO MY CHEST AND SO FULL OF LOVE RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. I'M LITERALLY SHOWING THIS TO EVERYONE I KNOW. AND I AM NOT JOKING I'M SHOWING THIS TO MY MOM TOO 🥹😭❤︎🥹😭❤︎ THANK YOU SOOOOO SOOO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH

(heads up I WILL BE REBLOGGING THIS LIKE. EVERY DAY LOL. I NEED THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE IT. i will also put this in my navi i am genuinely so obsessed with it i am never shutting the fuck up!! ^>_<^ ❤︎❤︎❤︎)

if only i could draw....... i would have drawn you an equivalent of this with blade and rin T_T ❤︎❤︎❤︎

ILYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ILYSM HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY!!!! THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY ENTIRE YEAR, NOT JUST MY VALENTINE'S DAY, WITH THIS I AM SO HAPPY. SOO SO HAPPY. 🥹😭❤︎❤︎❤︎ MWAH MWAH MWAH

[memoirofasparklemuff1n]

no body, no crime- r.c. x reader

chapter 1- back from the dead

summary: three years after your disappearance you return to the outer banks, only with no recollection of your time away. now that you're back, weird things start happening and everyone seems to be hiding secrets. the nightmare is far from over.

warnings: 18+ MDNI because of dark themes like mentions of murder, violence, possibly drugs, etc. swearing and possible sexual themes. guys, i'm gonna mark this as mature because there are still things from the story that i have no idea whether or not i'll include them. just know that if you aren't ok with topics related to crime then don't read it <3 take care of yourself first!! BTW rafe is the love interest so for obvious reasons he's included as a warning lmaooo

a/n: it's the first chapter so it's kind of boring but the next one i think will be better. alsooo my first language isn't english so bear with me, ok? i think i can handle myself pretty well but just in case. eeee i'm so excited for this story, it's been in my head for a while ever since i saw the announcement for gone girl (her other works are included as well) by @sematarygirls, like it's amazing. GO READ IT. I'M SO INTRIGUED. yes, i'm a groupie, sue me.

masterlist

okkk here we goooo.

Beep, beep, beep.

God, my back is killing me. Why is it so cold? Ugh, and what is that smell?

Beep, beep, beep.

I open my eyes and am greeted with a Styrofoam ceiling. What the fuck? I turn my head and see a heart monitor at my side.

Beep, beep, beep.

I lift my right arm, only to be held back by an IV.

Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep.

My heartbeat started to rise, the monitor starting to shriek. Why am I in the hospital? I try to sit up only to be met with dizziness and a headache.

Beep beep beep beep beep.

Oh my god, oh my god. Tears sprung to my eyes and I started to hyperventilate, but right when I was about to scream a nurse came rushing inside of the room.

“Honey, honey. Its ok. You’re ok.” She tried to soothe me, but I wasn’t having it. Why couldn’t I remember anything?

The beeping sound was beginning to drive me insane.

“Why am I here? What happened?” I asked.

“Honey, everything is fine. You’re just recovering, ok?” She looked at me with kind eyes, sort of like a motherly stare. “Take deep breaths, alright? I will explain everything, but I need you to remain calm. Can you do that for me?”

I did as she asked and nodded. She searched my face to see if I was better and when she seemed satisfied, she sat down.

“first of all, how are you feeling?” I’m freaking out here, that’s what.

“I feel dizzy and my head and back hurt a lot.” I closed my eyes because I was starting to get nauseous.

I heard her stand up, “I'll be right back, honey.”

I nodded but when I opened my eyes she was gone. As I waited, I looked around my hospital room. I saw a vase full of dying red and white roses with a “Get well soon!” Balloon attached on top of a desk and a small refrigerator under it. There was a windowsill with a recliner chair to its side with a brown woman’s bag sitting on it and a grey hoodie, like someone had stepped outside for a minute. The walls were light blue, almost white with generic paintings and a flatscreen tv, with a clock above it, perched on the one opposite of my bed. The room smelled of alcohol and medicine, with something else mixed that seemed to be characteristic of hospitals. I hated it.

I heard the door click open and a middle-aged doctor with greying hair stepped inside, alongside the nurse from earlier. She looked at me sympathetically while the doctor came to my side. His voice was deep when he spoke, “Hello, I’m Dr. Geller and I oversee your medical treatment. Can you tell me how you are feeling?”

I frowned, “Hi. Um, my head hurts and my entire body.”

He nodded, “That is to be expected of your condition.” I waited for him to elaborate but he began writing on a file I hadn’t noticed he’d brought in with him. “Ms. Clark, can you please give Ms. Gilbert her medication? The effects are wearing off.”

The nurse nodded and left only to return a minute later. She approached my IV silently, before injecting whatever it was into it. I assumed it was morphine or something. She smiled at me kindly, “you’ll be feeling better soon, dear.” I smiled and thanked her while she stepped aside to leave the doctor some space. I looked at her while the doctor kept writing and saw that she had a tattoo that I couldn’t quite distinguish on the inside of her wrist. Her hair was dark brown, falling on soft waves down to her shoulders. She couldn’t be more than 30, but there was a mature air to her that intrigued me.

Finally, Dr. Geller turned to me only to tell me that we should wait until my mother returned from wherever she had gone. That must’ve been her things on the recliner, then. I was beginning to feel drowsy from the medication, so I simply agreed and closed my eyes. I heard the doctor tell the nurse that they should leave me to rest and then the door close. Then it all went black.

I heard faint voices near me. My lids were heavy, so I just lay there listening.

“Mrs. Gilbert. You cannot take her home just yet. Her condition is very fragile still. She’s just been awoken from the induced coma; her body needs time to recover,” I realized it was Dr. Geller from earlier and he sounded frustrated.

A woman’s voice replied, “My daughter can continue her treatment from our home. You don’t understand, she’s still in danger and there’s not much I can do to protect her here.” Protect me? From what?

“Elaine, I understand your fears, but she needs to stay. If her condition were to complicate, we can help her here right away, whereas if she leaves, she won’t have the necessary resources at her disposal. It would not be right on my part nor recommended to allow her to go home. It puts her health at risk, her brain and body are still very fragile.”

“I can pay you anything to continue her treatment from our home, but I cannot allow her to disappear again,” the woman, my mother, started sobbing. Disappear? What the fuck is going on?

I was finally able to open my eyes, and I managed to speak, “Mom?”

“Oh honey!” She ran to my side and hugged me softly, careful not to pull the IV. Her tears spilled and wet my hospital robe. She pulled back to brush my hair out of my face, “how are you? I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’m tired and I have this horrible back pain. I feel like I’m 80,” I chuckled awkwardly. She laughed as well and kissed my forehead, “I missed your stupid jokes during serious times.”

“Ms. Gilbert. I have a few questions for you,” the doctor interrupted something else my mother was going to say. She stepped back to allow him to come into my view.  He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes and what seemed like a permanent sour expression on his face, aggravated by my mom’s nagging.

“Can you tell me your first and last name?”

I nodded, “Y/n gilbert.”

“Your date of birth?”

“Your birthday, 2003.”

“Can you tell me what year it is?”

“Um, 2022?” He frowned and I saw my mother and him share a glance.

“Do you have any recollection of the events that led to your current state?” His eyes scanned my face in search of something, though I couldn’t think of what.

“I don’t, but it must’ve been tough for how recked I feel,” I chuckle but they don’t reciprocate my attempt at lightening the mood. Gosh, why are they so sullen?

“Do you remember anything prior to your waking up?” I racked my brain for a quick answer.

“Well, the last thing I remember was going to the beach with my friends.” I really don’t know, it’s just the first thing that popped into my head and all this questioning was beginning to bother me.

“Do you remember what day it was?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. God, dude lay off.

“Um, no?”

“Do you remember which friends?”

I sighed and said the first names that popped into my head, “Sarah and Kiara?”

“Anybody else?” Dude.

“No, sir.” He seemed like he wanted to ask more so I just said my head was starting to feel foggy.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to rest.” He turned to my mom and said, “Could you accompany me outside?”

She glanced at me to see if I was good with that and I nodded, “I’m ok, go.”

She smiled softly and leaned down to kiss my forehead, “I’ll be right back.”

“Ok.”

As soon as they left, I relaxed. I tried to come up with more memories but their voices outside distracted me.

My mom spoke first, “She said it was 2022. She doesn’t remember anything from the past three years. Is that possible?” Three years? It was 2025?

The doctor sighed, “Temporary memory loss and mental fogginess are possible when a patient has a third-degree concussion. It is important to remember that the events of these past three years have been very traumatic. Therefore, her brain might have blocked said memories to protect itself. We must give her time to recover, which is why I recommend she stays until her condition is stable enough to return home.”

I heard my mother sigh, “alright, but I should call the police now that she is awake. They can send someone to guard her.” The police? Alright, maybe this is just a fever dream because nothing makes sense.

“Yes, you should let them know, but I wouldn’t suggest they question her yet. It might make her anxious and affect her progress. Patients in these circumstances need to be in a peaceful environment to heal.” His tone left no space for discussion.

My mom sighed and agreed. I heard her thank him and she came back inside. I closed my eyes quickly and pretended to be asleep. I really didn’t want to face scrutiny right now, much less her hovering. I felt her looking at me and then heard her sit down on what must’ve been the recliner chair. I opened my eyes slightly and I see that she is typing rapidly on her phone, only to be followed by a buzz. That continues for a while until she looks at the clock on top of the tv and mutters something to herself. She then got up and went to what I could only assume was the bathroom. I heard the faint noise of the faucet and slowly started drifting to sleep.

“How do you like it?” I turn and see my mom standing behind me at the door of my bedroom. I figured she’d changed something while I was gone so I said, “its really nice, mom. Thanks.”

I could tell she didn’t quite believe me but ignored it. She set my bags on the ground with a small smile, “I’m so happy you’re back. We’ve all missed you so much.” I assumed she meant my dad and my sister. She is 18 now. She’d been 15 when I left disappeared.

“I missed you guys too.” She hugged me, careful not to hurt me as I was still a bit injured from the accident.

She stepped back and rested her hands on my shoulders, “I just want you to know that I am here for you. All of us, ok?”

I nodded and smiled softly, “I know, Mom. It’s going to be ok, don’t worry.” My words felt hollow because everything about this place wasn’t ok. I felt weird, like I didn’t belong.

“Alright, honey. I’ll leave you to settle in, I’m sure this is all very overwhelming. Your father will be home tomorrow from his business trip and Eleanor is out with Wheezie. She’ll be home later I assume.” I was a bit relieved at being practically alone in the house. My mother was more than enough to manage and at least I’d be able to craft possible answers that would get me the least number of questions.

“That’s ok, thanks mom.” She took that as her cue to leave so she nodded and closed the door behind her.

I sighed, “finally.” I was now able to get a clear view of my new living situation. The bedroom was huge, like everything in figure 8 seemed. The walls were white, which added to the expansiveness of the room. The golden bed frame with dark green sheets was pushed against the far-left corner of the room, leaving a clear view of the door, while opposite it was a wall with a built-in dark wooden bookshelf. It had a moving stair and all. Christ, talk about over the top.

Next to the bed was a window seat with frilly white curtains and dark red cushions on the seat that I normally wouldn’t prefer with the green from the bed, yet somehow managed to look cohesive. The dresser was beside me, next to the door and next to it was a small vanity with perfumes, makeup and jewelry. It was all very tasteful, and I surprisingly liked it. Next to the wall with the bookshelf was an entryway and when I stepped through, I saw it was a walk-in closet to my right and to the left a bathroom. I really wanted to check out the closet, but I really wanted to shower so I undressed and walked into the bathroom. It wasn’t very big, but it wasn’t small either. The walls had a beautiful forest mural, and the golden framed mirror faced the door. The faucet was a bird with clear knobs that matched with the mirror and candle sticks attached to the wall. The basin was set on dark green marble top and the cabinet underneath the same dark wood that was in the rest of the bedroom. I saw that inside the shower was a small shelf with shampoo and soap, so I opened the glass door and read the labels. Vanilla scented, huh. Whatever, I guess. I then turned on the water and let my muscles relax. It felt so good and when I started washing my hair, I realized the smell wasn’t overpowering. It was like a mix of caramel and chocolate underlying the vanilla scent. It made me hungry, fuck. I really didn’t want to go back downstairs under my mother’s hovering. After finishing, I went to the closet and turned on the light. Holy shit. It was every girl’s dream. Boots, sneakers, heels, sandals, you name it, lined the opposite wall of me. And to my left, well, dresses and bags of all different shapes and sizes. Jeans were next, with hoodies, and fancy shirts and pants, though they weren’t what I wanted to wear right now so I figured the comfortable clothes were in the dresser. I was proved right and settled for grey sweats and a matching top. I went back to the closet and found a pair of slippers, so I put them on and went outside, with my hair wrapped in a towel.

The smell of food immediately invaded my nostrils, and I felt like one of those cartoons that float when they smell something good. In the kitchen was my mother steering something on the stove and sitting on the seats by the island were two girls. They were all in deep conversation, so they didn’t notice me standing there awkwardly. I contemplated turning around and heading back upstairs but my stomach growled as if in protest. Traitor.

They turned and fell silent when they saw me. One of them had a face that was like my mom’s with her same-colored hair and skin tone and the other had dark hair and glasses with pale skin. Eleanor and Wheezie.

Eleanor stood up and ran towards me, engulfing me in a hug that caught me by surprise. After a second, I hugged her back and smelled the same scent in which I had bathed. She must have picked them out then. She then started shaking and I realized she was crying. My eyes welled up and I held her tighter to me.

“Hey, its ok.” I ran my fingers through her hair.

“I missed you so much, I thought I’d lost you,” her voice was muffled by my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I honestly did not know what else to say and I realized it was the best I could come up with to explain how I felt. I somehow could not shake that this was all my fault.

As if she read my thoughts, she lifted her head and frowned, “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.”

My mother interrupted before I could respond, “Honey, are you hungry? I made your favorite.” Which was?

“Yeah, I could eat,” I laughed when my stomach growled again. Eleanor let me go but took my hand as if afraid I might disappear again. I sat down next to her as my mom served us. I thanked her and started eating. God, it was so good. I could see why it was my favorite.

“Oh, this is Wheezie. Sarah’s little sister.” I looked up and smiled at her.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Now that I was closer, I could see the similarities with her sister, specifically her eyes.

She smiled at me shyly, “I’m good. How are you?” No fucking clue.

“I’m alright, tired mostly. How’s school?” I attempted to shift the conversation away from me and I could tell she noticed.

“Meh. At least its our final year and then we’re off to college.”

“College? Already?” I looked at my mom and she lowered her gaze, avoiding mine.

Eleanor spoke softly, “Yeah, you were gone awhile.” Right.

I stared at my plate in silence, feeling sick. The kitchen suddenly felt too hot, and my clothes were too close to my skin and my heart started beating rapidly, overcoming any other sound. My mom noticed and hurried to my side, lifting me up and catching me when my legs gave out.

And then everything went black.

dividers by: @yeossemble tyyyy

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Mutant Freedom Now

X2 Kurt x Reader (Part 1?)

Well look at this- ya girl made one for X2! Yeah. this was mostly for a friend. Alan Cumming's rendition is alright but he's not my fav. (nothin' against the fox girlies! I got into this mess through them lmao) Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this start. Don't worry, that Bridgerton AU I started forever ago is still on my mind. I'm just having a bit of a time right now.

Yall know the drill- 2nd person POV There is a leaning towards the reader being fem Go in with the warning that there is more German bc other than the accent the writers kind of forgot that.

BTW- X2 Script for ref. It helped a bit for this fic

Stumbling into a church was the last thing you'd thought you'd do. After all, the house of god is no place for sinners like you. As if your porn addiction isn't enough, late-stage puberty gave you the gift of intuition too good to dismiss.

It's how you outed the head priest at church for being a cheater, how you found out your best friend was paid to be by your side by your parents, how you learned that the only reason you made it this far was your dear old dad's money and mommy's 'salacious acts'. You wouldn't think that cuckolding would be a silver lining. But hey, it got you into college. The sting of knowing it wasn't because of your merit hasn't gone away, yet. One day though. Once you've finished college, move on from your parents, and make it big on your own. Hopefully.

But that was not tonight. No, the mutation engine was revving, and you knew better than to ignore it. So here you were, walking around in the middle of the night, freezing your ass off because of the instinctual hunch that's gotten you this far in life. Amazing, truly.

"Miles, I have walked what damn well could be 500 miles and it still won't be worth the amount of time I have wasted. I swear to god, If this isn't a life or death situation-" You huffed under your breath. The vapor of Boston's early spring still evoked the cold.

Your feet led you to a decrepit old church. The sight made you swear as you could hear the creek of worn doors from your place on the sidewalk. "Are you fucking kidding me..." You huffed but that didn't change the tug you felt from within you. Everything about this was a screaming horror movie in the making. From the lack of light inside to the sheer size of the place. As if the religious guilt wasn't enough, the place damn near loomed over you the longer you look into its stained glass window. Forcing comforting thoughts yielded "This would be a metal place to die." and "I wonder who's smoking in there." Yet the tug didn't yield. In fact, it felt stronger the more you lingered. Sighing through this was the only thing to do now as praying to a god you didn't believe in would be something you wouldn't forgive yourself for.

So you pull out your aunt's walkman as a last-ditch effort of comfort. "Let's see what I'm gonna be murdered to..." You mumbled. A click of the tape yielded Lucy and The Sky of Diamonds. Not the worst choice, but definitely not the best. You couldn't be bothered to fast forward as the cringe was the best distraction you're gonna get from this Friday the 13th looking set up. Another puff of warm air goins the cold as a sigh breaks away.

Each step to the cathedral felt like a herculean task. Past decisions and questions of what waited for you weighed you down yet the tug persisted to the point of pulling you to the ominous doors. "Hail Mary, full of grace- tell me what's behind door number one!" You huffed. The door opened with your heave, groaning at your assault. "I do not get paid enough for this," You wheezed from the exertion. A slew of coughs followed suit after the greeting of dust and the smell of age met you with open arms.

Clearing your watering eyes allowed a sense of relief. The interior wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Abandoned pews, a central aisle, and a makeshift stage/alter area were all there was to this place. At least on first viewing. in your books, it was always good to be met with nothing in the beginning. That leaves just enough time to brace for the trainwreck. Aside from that, it wasn't a bad place to hang out if mold or rats hadn't made themselves at home already. "Okay..." You mumbled as you looked around. Hesitation crept in but was squashed with a defining step. Then another, and another, until the next thing you know, you're a yard inside the house of god with nothing but the highlights of the Bettle's high-life ringing in your ears.

You could only mumble along to the chorus as you took a more thorough look around the place. "Lucy and the sky of die-monds..." You tried to dance a little to ease the tension and make yourself laugh, the trick allowing a small smile to creep along your face. Once the pews were searched, you looked out to the greater church. Another daring step inside startled some settled pidgins, making you wince. Metal creaked from somewhere you couldn't see. A sense of tension you chose to ignore hung heavy in the air. "If anyone is there," You spoke, your voice getting a little louder as you continued into the darkness "Know I'm not here to hurt you. And... whatever is going on, I'm not gonna call the hog-squad." You chuckled a little only to bite your lip in embarrassment followed up by clarification "Th-the cops, I mean. I'm not gonna call them." You hold up your hands hesitantly. "I-I'm unarmed too... if that helps." Something in the back of your mind screams to turn around and run, yet you remain planted in your spot as a groan echos. "Steigen sie aus. Get out."

The voice only yields a raised brow. "Gesundheit?" You offered as you lowered your hands. A sound resembling a puff of a noise comes from nearby. "Geht! Ich bin ein minion des Teufels!" You turn only to see nothing. "Huh?" Another alien sound follows from another direction, followed by another and another. "Dude, I just wanna talk! That's it! I can't leave until I do!" Another sound follows and you just sigh as a string of what you assume to be German follows. Rather than indulging the stranger, you just wait him out from a nearby pew. Sitting and praying to yourself that they speak something you know. "As if the walk wasn't exhausting enough." You mumbled before closing your eyes.

Eventually, they take the hint, quieting down before another poof of a noise can be heard from overhead. You open your eyes to be met with stark yellows. "Are you done yet?" You call. From what you could make out in the darkness, they seem to cock their head. "Do you understand English?" There's a beat of what can only be apprehension. "Listen, you don't gotta come down. I just wanna understand why I'm here... Because, well, I was willed here. And since I'm tied to the plot, I can't leave." You urge. "I've walked all the way from UofB, I am operating on a Cup of noodles, and I haven't had a good day. Please, for the love of all things holy and non, cut me a break man." They gauge you for a long time before speaking again. "It's not that I don't want to talk, I just don't want to scare you, fräulein." You could only sigh in relief. "Is that all?" You joke. Somehow, you can see the glimmer in his eyes. "Dude, I walked in on my parents. I've seen hell. It can't be worse than that." There's a slight scoff from above.

"How about this, we talk somewhere where you are comfortable, face to face, and I keep my eyes closed through all of it." You offer with a shrug. "Or we can keep talking like this. I'm not opposed to height differences." There's a simple chuckle. It's short and small, but light and fluffy. For some reason your heart stutters.

"You... you promise to close your eyes?" You cross your heart. "May god strike me down for wronging you in his house." That eases him as his eyes get closer. "Then... close them." You do so, and the next thing you know, the world is nothing but darkness.

The poof of noise sounds off in front of you, making the temptation to open your eyes greater. Yet you are in a place of hope and a in situation built on trust. "Do you mind if I touch you?" He murmurs. His accent laces through his words in a way that makes your ears warm. "Um- yeah, sure." Your compliance is met with nimble, shakly hands on your upper arms. If the uncertainty of his actions wasn't made clear enough, his voice was a dead giveaway. "S-stand up..." You do so and he leads you out of the pew. Once out in the aisle, his touch leaves your shoulders for a few moments. "I..." He starts only to sigh and mumble something you couldn't catch. "You can take my hand if you want."

The offer is met with tense silence. Minutes never felt so long. "I-if you wish," He murmurs before taking your hand. Warmth, immense and comforting warmth came with his touch. It was muted by your layers, but here, flesh to... what could only be his flesh. his hand felt a little leathery... was plentiful and overwhelming. You had to fight a smile. "Alright, we're going to be side by side... It isn't a long trek." He assures. The nervousness in his voice was chipping away. "Okay, then lead the way, oh' man of mystery." You muse. You hope that the warmth in the air was from his smile. Or maybe those bright eyes crinkling.

Each step the pair made echoed along the walls of the sanctuary. Uncertainty dripped down your tightening throat, but there was solace in the mutual feeling. His grip on your hand seemed to squeeze every so often. It was getting to the point of discomfort actually. "Um... I'm Y/n L/n." You eased. When silence followed, you clarified intermixed dissipating nerves. "Th-thats my name. Just so you know." A deep breath followed an equally nervous olive branch. "Kurt Wagner." There's a smile in his voice as he follows up in a smaller but more enthusiastic tone. "But I was once known as 'the amazing Nightcrawler'." You smiled a little "You sound like a showman." He chuckled meekly. "Once upon a time, I was."

"Oh? What... well, what-" "Made me homeless?" He finished a bit dryly. "I was going to say 'in between places', but why aren't you out there?" He sighs before a hushed confession "I... I don't know. I wasn't aware of myself. M-My body I mean... Gott, das klingt wahrscheinlich verrückt…" He mumbles as his grip on you loosens slightly. You offer a squeeze. "How so?" Your pressure is returned after a moment.

He sighs "I don't know how, but I awoke in a place far from my home. I tried to look for help, but I couldn't. My body was acting on its own and I couldn't fight it. I-I almost did something awful." He admitted. "Here, watch your step liebe," He murmurs "We have some stairs." It took a bit, but you found yourself traversing the stairs easily enough with Kurt as your stabilizer. "Thank you." You mumbled. "It truly is no problem." He assures before muttering something under his breath.

Silence blankets the stairwell other than the obvious steps and the lingering coo of pigeons. "Hold onto the wall for a moment," He advised. You do so as you hear him step away, followed by the creak of metal hinges. "Another room?" You offer. "My own, yes." He returns to your side and guides you into said room.

It's warmer. "You have excellent decor." You note as he lowers you into a plush seat on the ground. "Why thank you I-" He pauses at the realization you still had your eyes closed. You chuckle at his lapse. He takes it well. "Oh, du bist so ein Komödiant. I'll give you that one, that- that was good." He admits softly as his voice moves around the room. You swear you can hear a smile in it. You meet it in kind. "I try."

"Now," He sighs as you can only assume he's also sitting in front of you. His voice was closer now. "You wanted to speak with me?" You nod as your hands find each other. "You said you couldn't control yourself from doing something terrible. I think I may be here to help you." His voice lowers to match the gravity of the question. "How so?"

"I... I think I'm like you. I think I'm a mutant." There a soft scoff. "Well, what is your gift?" You sigh "That's the thing, I don't fully know. All I know is that I get this feeling that's like a tug on my chest or hand or... of whatever part of my body is closest to the place I need to be and I... I just follow it." There a hum of sorts, laced with understanding and curiosity. "And what is to happen if you don't?"

You can only swallow as the memories run your throat dry "Bad things." He remains quiet, which you consider a blessing. "I see." He eventually says. The wind blows through somewhere in the room, making what hair flow with its will. "You are very forthright," Kurt mumbles. "Where I come from, that can be a blessing and a curse." You laugh through a huff. "Most of us only live once, 'better to get on with the bull and just rush in."

His silence is deafening.

"So,... am I not going to see what you look like?" He sighs "There's nothing worth looking at here." You scoff and wave a hand, making contact with worn leather. "Hey!" "Oh shit- Sorry!" You mumbled. He sighs "I cannot fault you for that. We are cut from the same cloth in a sense," He breathes with an air of humor. "Prone for the dramatics as you say..."

"You didn't answer my question." Again, he sighs "You won't like what you see..."

"Who said that?" There is another pause "Promise not to scream?" He murmurs. "I'll do my best, but I can't control my reactions, Kurt." He sighs and starts to mumble in a cadence you recognize. "Vater unser, der du bist im Himmel, geheiligt werde dein Name. Dein Reich komme...Dein Wille geschehe wie im Himmel so auf Erden..." You sigh "I'm opening my eyes." He seemingly pays you no mind as you act on your claim, opening your eyes to witness him.

You've only heard of blue people from the conspiracy theorists at your high school and college, so seeing one in person is a bit of a surreal experience. The warm light of the candles gives him an ethereal glow, highlighting the markings along his body . "Oh wow..." He looks up to you, fear and pure anxiety mixing with the gold. His lips purse to the point of trembling. "You're a site." You say gently with a smile you can only hope doesn't come as forced. He only looks away. "You don't need to be kind to me." He murmurs. "Why shouldn't I? You're-" "The 'Amazing Nightcrawler'... a freak of nature and expert acrobat." You roll your eyes and swat at his forehead. "Hey! Wofür war das?"

"I might not have practiced the good word in a while, but last I checked hatred isn't permitted in the house of god." He winces a little. "Corinthians 6:19 und 20… Oder wisst ihr nicht, dass euer Leib ein Tempel des Heiligen Geistes in euch ist, den ihr von Gott habt? Ihr seid nicht euer eigen, denn ihr seid um einen Preis erkauft worden. So verherrlicht Gott in eurem Leib.“ You cock your head. "English please?" He glances at you before looking away. "You are right, liebe." You smile a little. "I hope liebe is a point of endearment." He smiles up to you nervously. It's kind of cute. "I assure you, it is."

From his left, a small dove coos before hopping to his side. He smiles before petting the peaceful creature with a finger larger than its head. "You don't seem like the monster everyone thinks you are." You murmur. He looks up from the bird to you, his smile faltering for a moment before warming with realization. "Well, you'd be the first."

"But not the last."

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HELLO first if all I LOVE UR WRITING ... UR NIKTO FICS MAKE ME WANNA SCREAM INTO A PILLOW (/very pos)

ive never requested anything ever so im shy n gonna use anon teehee. ANYWAYS ik you said you write for pretty much anyone but i'm still gonna ask: do you write for keegan? if you do..... could i ask for a sick fic?🙏🙏 or any type of fluff rlly. with a male reader :3 (theres barely any for him 💔) THANK YOU FOR UR SERVICE IN THIS FANDOM BTW RAHHHH🫡🫡🫡💖💖‼️‼️‼️‼️

ofc!! i dont know much about cod ghosts so sorry for any errors. thisll be my first plot fic :)) ♡ not beta read,,

[im the devil - clams casino] [0.7k wc]

when keegan returns from deployment, he finds you ill, and not just with a bit of a sniffle and cough. no, he can hear how your lungs shudder with every breath and feel how your skin is hot to the touch.

being his husband isn’t an easy job. he’s always out for one reason or another. you’ll be at home watching a film together, only for his boss to call and say that they need his help. he’s too much of a workaholic and empath to say no, i’m busy. keegan is always worrying about you, always thinking about the slight pout of your lips when he comes out of his bedroom in uniform again. 

so, seeing you like this doesn’t do any good for his anxiety. 

“you’re burning up,” he mutters, pulling a thermometer out of your mouth. 

the curtains are drawn, letting in only traces of sunlight tinted by the lavender linen. more light would only give you a headache. 

he pulls off his gloves before reaching out to touch you, not wanting to touch you with the same cloth that clutches his rifle. his rough palms move to cup your cheeks, swollen from fever and sweat. you can hardly even keep your eyes open.

“did you eat today?”

he grumbles as you shake your head. you must’ve been too sick to get out of bed, only able to helplessly roll over and try to sleep through hunger pangs. at times like this, he wishes he hadn’t chosen an occupation of aiming sniper rifles and long months of waiting in bushes or on tall buildings. then, he’d be able to take care of you. 

“do you want to eat? we’ve got… hm… soup and crackers. or bread,” he presses.

you shake your head again. you don’t want to eat!

keegan sinks into the edge of the bed and furrows his brow, considering you. he has the air conditioner unit on for your feverish top half, and keeps the sheets over your shivering legs. he’s taken your temperature and wiped you down. he gave you some tylenol, which should’ve gone with a cold glass of water, but you gulped it down before he came back with something to drink.

something is missing. there’s more that he could do for you, but he just can’t put his finger on it. 

when he lifts his head to check on you, keegan finds that you’re already staring at him. he has to stifle a smile. you are what makes him feel at home-- your accepting stares, and the slight curl of your lips. it would’ve been impossible not to wish for something more when you’re so welcoming, so warm. 

you motion with one hand for him to come closer. for a moment, he wants to say no, that his face is still covered in grease and he’s clad in heavy armor. but what’s the use in saying no to a face like yours? before he can even start stripping himself of his gear first, he’s already slipping into the sheets.

there’s the low hum of the air conditioner unit and the occasional car rolling down your quiet street. everything seems so small when he’s here with you, tucked away from the world. all he can think of is the smell of your shampoo and the slow rise and fall of your chest.

"...did you just miss me?” he whispers.

you only smile and watch him silently, looking at the bump in his nose and cheeks starting to droop with age. he’s getting older and so are you. it feels like you two only just settled down. the years have slipped through his fingers like sand. maybe it’s time for him to retire. then, he could spend all the time with you in the world.

keegan leans closer to you, and wonders if he smells like gunpowder and sweat. but he waves his worries away in favor of gathering you in his arms. his palm rubs slow circles into your back, wrinkling your old t-shirt. 

you cough into his chest and furrow your fingers into the back of his heavy jacket. your hands claw helplessly like it’ll ameliorate the itch at the back of your throat or your heavy cough. if he could, he’d do away with this sick spell. he can do things most men can’t, from scaling towering buildings to gutting men, but he can’t fix his poor husband’s fever and runny nose.

he pats your back until you settle down, becoming jelly in his arms. 

will he be sick tomorrow? definitely, but he wouldn’t mind spending a day hidden away with his husband, even if the two of you can only lie in bed and kiss each other’s warm faces.