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cryptic--writing · 4 months ago

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hihi!

this is for @mustainegf writing comp- I've never written fanfiction (let alone smut) before so i hope this isn't too terrible

(also ik the pic is MOP era but its the only pic of them in the snow with cliff so pretend its RTL era)

word count: 4,334

warnings: fluff, eventual smut (it takes awhile), kissing, really awkward moments, reader blushes way too much and is too nervous around james

𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝘾𝙀 (1985 james)

Every so often, my brother, Lars, would allow me to join him and his band, Metallica, on tour. This was one of those every so oftens as the band traveled to our home country, Denmark. I always enjoyed these times traveling with him. I loved the scenes and the music, but, I mostly looked for to getting to spend time with one of his closest friends, James.

This stop of the tour was a longer one, instead of the regular show-and-go, the five of us were going to spend the weekend here in our place of childhood, Gentofte Municipality, Denmark. We were able to muster the money to rent a 2 bedroom cabin, which wasn't too convenient with five of us planning to stay there the full weekend.

As much as it would've joyed me to share a bed with James, I knew it would've been awkward for not just us, but the whole band, so I took the couch in the end. Lars and James would share one of the rooms, and Kirk and Cliff in the other.

The cabin was slightly cramped, for five people at least. The scenery was beautiful, a perfect, homey, and cozy feeling.

It was the second day of our time here, so the place had grown quite messy due to the boy's frequent drinking and rowdy behavior. They had performed the night prior, so the fridge was empty, with nothing to eat or drink.

It was nearing 8 PM, and we were all thirsty and hungry for something to eat.

We were all sitting in the messy living room, scattered with empty cans and bottles of beer with chip bags scattered about as well.

“The storm is only gonna get worse, we should go get something before the stores close.” Lars finally decided, glancing around the other four of us, who all collectively nodded.

“I’ll go with you, I need to get out anyways, it's too tight in here.” Kirk agreed, standing up to grab the keys of the rental car we had gotten.

“You guys wanna go?” Lars questioned James, Cliff, and I.

Cliff nodded, standing with a sigh, “Uhm, sure I guess, I’ll go.”

“James? You gonna come?” Lars asked again, to which James shook his head.

“You think I’d go out in that shit? No, I'll stay in here.” He said with a scoff.

Lars nodded with a sigh, “Alright, you?”

I shook my head, “Nah, I'm good.” I said, my tone slightly hesitant.

Lars nodded, saying goodbye as he walked out with the other two, heading towards the car.

It seemed that with them leaving, the room felt hotter, even with missing three bodies. I wasn't paying much attention, my eyes absentmindedly staring at James.

The two of us had never really had time alone, it was always with Lars or the whole band there. I watched as he fidgeted with his thumbs before standing up and walking towards the window, my eyes following his every move.

I didn't think he could see me staring, as I never made it too obvious, but he could feel my eyes boring into him.

“Storm is only getting rougher out there, it's gonna be a mess when they come back,” James observed, though his words were just an absent hum as I was lost in my thoughts, staring at the man I had been crushing on since I met him.

My eyes traced each of his features, studying how his messy, long, curly blonde mane draped on his back and shoulders, his muscular frame, and his strong jaw. My thoughts began to wander, too far maybe, thinking of how his bangs would cover his sweat-coated forehead, his muscles twitching as he groaned while.

“Hello? Did you hear me?” His words quickly snapped me out of my thoughts as he caught my eyes with his own.

I paused, “Uhm.. yeah, what were you talking about?” I said, my face heating, a small pink on my cheeks as he held eye contact with me from across the room.

He rolled his eyes, “I said that the storm outside is getting pretty bad. The guys may struggle to get back before everything freezes. Were you even listening?”

I nodded, “Yeah, totally, just.. spaced out a bit..” I said, my tone slightly embarrassed.

I was such a terrible liar, I hadn't even heard a word the man had said. I was too lost in the thoughts of him.

James sighed, walking back towards the couch and sitting next to me.

“Kinda cold in here, don't you think?” He asked, glancing at me as I kicked the blanket off of myself.

Cold? How is he cold? My body feels like it's on fire! With this proximity, just the two of us? How could he be cold?

“Do you dislike questions or something? Or is it me?” He teased me for not responding to his questions for the second time.

“No, sorry, just.. thinking, I guess,” I paused, trying to remember what we were talking about in the first place, “Uh, no, I don't find it too cold. It's kinda hot in here.” I said, my eyes once again wandering to him, though avoiding his own.

“Hot? It's like, 54 degrees in here, it's cold!” He said with a soft laugh.

I shrugged, god how I loved his laugh, so soft and sweet. I forced an answer, “Uh, yeah. Maybe I just need some fresh air outside..” I said, slowly standing up. I could feel his eyes follow me until I reached the front door, though it wouldn't budge. I pushed the door harder, though still, the door didn't open.

“The door is stuck,” I said, giving the door another push.

James stood, walking towards the door, standing closely behind me before gently moving me out of his way and to the side with his hands. I felt my skin burn where he touched, my face turning slightly red. He gave the door a push with all of his body weight, though still, the door wouldn't move.

James moved the curtain away from the window, seeing nothing but white snow. He scoffed in annoyance and surprise, “Seems like we're snowed in.” He stepped back, shrugging his shoulders.

I let out an annoyed groan. Now I truly was stuck in this home with him. The thought always excited me, as I would dream of getting time alone with him. But now that it's in fruition, I couldn't be more embarrassed and nervous. The snow most likely wouldn't be gone until tomorrow afternoon. How would I last with him?

He sighed, sitting down on the couch, and picking up the blanket I had kicked onto the floor, “You gonna use it?” James asked, watching me as I walked towards him and sat down next to him again.

I shook my head, “Nope, go for it.” I said, keeping a respectable half-foot between us. As much as I’d love to snuggle up to him, I'm not sure if he would.

He laughed softly again, the sound making butterflies flutter in my stomach, “This blanket isn't too warm. How did you and Lars survive living here for more than a few days? It's like the Arctic here!”

I gave a small laugh and shrugged at his comment, “I'm not sure, guess we just.. adapted.”

James smiled lightly, “I like your laugh, it's.. cute.” He admitted softly, causing me to feel like my face was on fire.

The butterflies were no longer fluttering, but fighting and dancing with each other to get out. I had to force myself to speak, or think. “Oh, uhm..” The words wouldn't come out, I felt like an idiot.

This moment felt like years and years, though it was thirty seconds. Though, James beat me to speak.

“I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? I didn't mean it like that if that's-” He said guiltily before I cut him off,

“No, no, sorry, just, spaced out again. Thank you.” My words were rushed and embarrassed. I still couldn't get over the compliment. It wasn't even a real compliment, just a comment on my laugh.

The room had an awkward, uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. I felt like I could start sweating, which I did. A small bead of sweat formed on my forehead, which I wiped away.

“Why are you sweating? It's cold in here.” James questioned me, which I shook my head in response to.

“No, I'm fine,” I mumbled out, fidgeting with my thumbs.

James nodded, “Alright, well, if you aren't, then I'll turn on the heater if you don't mind.” He said, already walking towards the heater.

I sighed, nodding and forcing a smile, maybe he didn't feel how I did about him, “Sure, go ahead.”

He pushed buttons on the thermostat, trying to get it to turn on, grumbling a few ‘cmons’ to himself as he tried to heat the cabin, which failed. He groaned in annoyance,

“The damn thing won't work! I'm gonna freeze to death in here!” He complained, which he seemed to do a lot of.

I was starting to cool down, even though my face was still slightly warm. Was I really that needy for him? Pathetic.

James sat back down on the couch, though leaving no gap like how I had. The heat of my face began to build again, only after a short break of peace. He stretched his arms out, his long, strong arms across the top of the couch, like how they did in cheesy rom-com.

His fingers brushed my shoulder, making me tense slightly. He had to know what he was doing. As if he knew how I felt, he moved even closer, our legs now touching, even with his blanket on his legs. I glanced up at him, catching his gaze. Was he staring at me? I didn't know if I should say something, but holding eye contact like this, this close, just felt.. Weird. It was something I had only dreamed of, except my dreams were never this awkward.

“What's up?” I forced myself to ask, dying to break the awkward silence.

James shrugged, “Nothing, just..” He trailed off, his eyes still on mine.

I could feel a change in the air, no longer friendly, but now with a hint of something more.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he was so captivating, and he couldn't let go of my eyes either.

Eventually, I couldn't stand the tension, deciding that it'd be best if I started to get ready for bed. “Uhm, I'm gonna start getting ready and put on my pajamas,” I said softly, breaking my eyes away from his as I got up and walked towards the bathroom.

James nodded, “Alright.” He acknowledged, waiting for me to return as his eyes followed me until I vanished into the bathroom.

I stood in there, staring at the mirror. For once I felt the coldness James was talking about. Maybe it was the room, maybe it was the tension, or maybe it was how I felt for him truly bubbling to the surface. I've always had a massive crush on him, but we've only had maybe 4 conversations alone that had nothing to do with the band or Lars.

I took a deep breath, quickly changing out of my sweatpants and t-shirt island into a tank top and shorts, which was not practical for weather like this, but it's what I had. I opened the door and stepped out into the living room. I was freezing and didn't see James, which confused me.

“In here,” James called out from Lars and his room. I spun around, walking down the short hallway and into the doorway, seeing him sitting on the bed in a shirt and sleep pants. I was shivering slightly, the cold air stinging my skin for the first time since the rest of the band had left. It was a relief, though I quickly got tired of the cold.

“Ya cold? You're shaking a bit.” James noticed, and I could feel his eyes raking over my now more revealed figure.

I was never one to wear smaller, skimpier clothes, so this was a sight few got to see, and I never expected James Hetfield, my crush of 3 years to see me like this. I still handt answered and a few seconds had passed. I shrugged with a nod,

“Yeah, a bit,” I admitted, crossing my arms on my chest as I tried to rub my hands up and down my arms to warm myself up.

“Maybe I could. Warm you up a bit?” He asked, slightly hesitant. His eyes didn't meet mine, as they were too busy tracing my figure.

I froze a bit. There were so many ways to interpret that. A blanket? Warm drink? Cuddling? Making out? Or even-

“Like cuddling, or, if you don't want to it's fine.” He muttered, embarrassed that he even asked.

I nodded, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks, “Oh, uh, sure, yeah..” I agreed softly, walking towards him as he moved across the bed, lying down, and getting under the covers. I sat down on the bed, giving him a glance at the question, which he didn't answer, but I took it as a yes. I lay down next to him, moving closer, feeling his arms wrap around my waist, making my face burn up again. James pressed his chest against my back, I could feel every muscle of his against my back, my heart beating faster.

“You ok? You seem tense.” James questioned me, and he was right, I don't think I’ve ever been more nervous and excited at once.

“No, I'm fine,” I muttered. Though, he wanted to test that. It was almost like he knew that he was the source of the tension in my body. He moved closer, pressing himself against me, making me burn red in my cheeks, and my heart beat faster if that was even possible.

“Am I bothering you? I'm not that scary, I promise.” He teased me.

I tensed slightly at his teasing, how could I ever play this down? It was clear he knew what he was doing, and it was driving me crazy.

“No, I'm fine, James,” I muttered, my words rushed.

He chuckled softly at my reaction, leaning his face closer to the back of my neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps. It was getting harder to deny what he was doing was having a major effect on me. His lips ghosted the back of my neck, making me bite back a whine of need, feeling heat pool between my kegs.

As much as I had dreamt of this moment, god, it was torturous.

After another minute of his teasing, I couldn't take any more of it. I rolled onto my side, now facing him, my eyes meeting his. He gave a sly smirk, which only seemed to irritate me. We stared at each other for what felt like years, though it was mere seconds. Slowly, I leaned into him, pressing a soft, gentle, and loving kiss to his lips, and he reciprocated. This was something I had only ever dreamed of.

The kiss felt like hours, though it was brief. We pulled back from each other, our eyes meeting, a small smile on both of our lips.

“You aren't great at hiding your feelings, you know?” James teased me. I rolled my eyes,

“Oh shut up, James,” I mumbled against his lips before kissing him again, this time with more need and freedom.

He nipped at my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I allowed, and what was once an awkward night on the couch changed into a steamy makeout session in bed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as he tangled his fingers in my hair.

The moment only grew more intense, a plethora of soft moans and groans escaping our lips. I had never felt so alive, so good.

We began to run out of breath, pulling away and gasping for breath. James pulled me on top of his, kissing him again.

No words left our mouths, just filthy noises as we ravished each other's mouths. I straddled his hips with my legs, making him groan as I hovered above him. He pulled away from the kiss, staring up at me in awe,

“God, you're something else..” He mumbled, snaking his hands under my tanktop, pulling it over my head, exposing my breaths, my nipples hardening at the cold air, making me shiver slightly as goosebumps rose on my skin.

He groaned at the sigh, his hands reaching up to toy with them, making me moan softly, causing him to smirk, “You sound so pretty..” He murmured, squeezing them and pinching my nipples making me squeal.

I reached my hands down towards his shoulders, trailing my fingers down to the hem of his shirt, taking it off of him and seeing his sculpted body, making me blush at the sight.

I had never imagined that this trip would lead to this, but I was loving every minute of it.

My eyes roamed over his chest, taking in the sight I dreamed of. He noticed my staring, giving me a teasing grin,

“What? See something you like?” He teased me with that stupid grin. I rolled my eyes, moving off his lap so I could remove his pants, dragging them down his legs to reveal his hardness pressing against his boxers, making me smirk a little at the sight.

I couldn't help but tease him a little, similar to how he did me, gently tracing the outline of it with my finger, making him groan at my touch, light as a feather.

He adjusted, sitting up more, leaving me with better access as I snaked between his legs, continuing to toy with him, darting my tongue out, tracing along the fabric, earning me a much louder groan.

“You're cruel..” He groaned out, gripping my hair. I chuckled at his complaints and groans,

“You were doing the same thing to me just a bit ago..” I teased him back in response, which he wasn't pleased with, groaning again as he tightened the grip on my hair.

After a few more minutes of torturing him, milking him of his whines and groans before pulling away, admiring the wet spot now clearly evident on his boxers. I glanced up at him, wanting to make sure he wanted to do this.

“Are you sure?” I asked though I was praying full-heartedly that he'd say yes.

He nodded, “Fuck yes Im sure, hurry up..” He groaned, and I smiled, pulling down his boxers.

I gawked at the size, his cock standing proud and tall, and I could feel myself growing wetter at the sight alone.

I paused for a moment, staring down at his erection and back up at him. I had only had sex once or twice, and I was slightly unsure of what to do, which James took notice of.

“If you do not want to, that's fine, I don't wanna make you-” I quickly cut him off,

“No, this is something I've wanted forever, James. Just, I'm a bit nervous. I've only done things like this once or twice.” I admitted, embarrassed by my inexperience, especially in front of a guy who probably gets with groupies every night or so.

James nodded understandingly, sensing my fear. “That's fine, I'll guide you.” He assured me, and it helped a bit.

I nodded, sitting up and slipping out of my shorts, leaving both of us naked except for my panties. James couldn't take his eyes off me, reaching his hand out to the waistband before glancing up at me,

“Can I?” He asked gently, to which I nodded quickly, watching as the garment was discarded, James tossing it to the floor and his eyes raked over my fully exposed form, taking in every detail as if he was putting it to memory. I waited a moment before sitting back on him, straddling him, my hips hovering over his tip.

I glanced at him again, not wanting to rush things. He nodded, giving me the final ok as I sank onto him, a loud moan escaping my throat as he groaned, filling me fully and instinctively reaching for my hips, which he gripped so tightly I was sure he'd leave bruises. I sat there a moment, still adjusting to his size, as he was much bigger than the other man I had been with, I didn't feel anything, at least emotionally, but now I did.

Slowly, he began to thrust his hips up, making me moan as I slowly matched his movements, riding him as he pumped himself deeper into me.

Each of his movements allowed filthy, obscene noises to escape my lips. He moved my mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking on my sensitive flesh, stimulating me greatly, causing,e to whine and moan more.

James was breathing heavily on my neck, groaning with each thrust, “God, you're so beautiful.. So tight.. So pretty, all for me..” He groaned against my neck, slowly increasing his pace, and making me moan louder.

I needed to hold something, gripping his shoulders and digging my nails into his flesh, making him hiss through his teeth as he continued to pump into me.

I could feel myself growing tighter, clenching around him as I neared my release.

As if the pleasure couldn't grow anymore, he reached his thumb down and began to toy with my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure and need through me, making me moan louder as he continued to leave hickeys and bite marks all over my neck, marking me as his.

“You're doing so well.. Taking me so well.. You're so good..” He whispered praises to me in between his kisses, making me whine.

He continued all of his ministrations, rubbing my clit and sucking on my neck, pumping his cock deeper, faster, and harder into me, all overwhelming my senses.

“Fuck.. James, I.. I'm gonna..” I moaned out, feeling myself clench around him tighter as he groaned louder.

“Me too, baby.. Just let go..” He whispered to me, and with one final, harsh rub to my clit I came undone around him, moaning his name so loud that anyone nearby probably heard, but I didn't care. The man I've wanted for years just made me feel so good, and now he's mine, and I'm his.

He came at the same time, shooting his load deep into me, painting my insides white.

My hole continued to milk him of every last drop, pulsing around him until I could feel him soften, pulling his face away from my neck and resting my forehead against his.

“I love you, James. I have since we met..” I whispered to him, and he smiled softly in response.

“I love you too.” He murmured back to me, kissing me gently and the lips as I pulled off of him, laying down beside him as he stood up, “I’ll go get a towel to clean us up, ok?” He informed me, and I nodded with a smile.

He returned with a damp washcloth and a dry towel, carefully wiping up my most sensitive areas, not wanting to hurt me.

After he finished, he laid back down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, whispering sweet nothings and praises to me as we slowly fell asleep.

“I love you.. You're so beautiful..” James mumbled to me softly before falling asleep, and I followed soon after.

In the morning

As the sun rose, the snow slowly began to melt, freeing the door of its lack of movement.

The rest of the guys had returned, having gotten so drunk they decided to stay at a different hotel for the night.

I woke up to the sound of the front door opening, too groggy and half asleep to get up and see who or what it was, moving closer to James’ hold, which he seemed to enjoy in his sleep. I glanced around the room, taking in the surroundings.

Our clothes were scattered on the floor that surrounded the bed, though I didn't pay it any mind, as no one would come in or care.

Though, it seems I had thought wring when Lars barged through the door.

“What the fuck happened here?” He yelled out at James and me. The sight was a messy one, the two of us cuddled up, limbs sprawled, hair messy, various hickies and marks on my neck, and with our clothes all over the floor didn't paint a good light.

I was quickly snapped out of my sleepy state, pulling the blanket over my chest as James began to wake up.

“Get out!” I shouted at my brother.

He had seen me with a guy one other time, but that guy wasn't his best friend or his bandmate. He didn't move for a moment, just shaking his head as James groaned, still waking up.

“..What..?” James asked, his voice groggy and full of sleep, rubbing his eyes as he took in the sight of Lars in the bed frame, the other guys not far behind him.

“Did you sleep with my sister?” Lars called back at James.

I could feel my face heating up, god how embarrassing this was.

“I said get out you dickhole!” I yelled back at Lars, who scoffed and shut the door.

James was still half asleep, looking at me, slightly confused, “What's going on..?” He asked me sleepily.

“Lars isn't happy that I fucked you,” I admitted, still really embarrassed about this.

James scoffed, “Whatever, I’ll talk to him.” He muttered, tossing his arm around me.

“What will you tell him? He seems to have quite the stick up his ass about this.” I complained, my eyes meeting his.

“That I love you.” He answered with a smile, kissing me gently on the lips.

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no-nameno-face · 2 years ago

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Auburn Thoughts (Pt.5) WITH AUDIO

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Pairing: Reader x Ellie Williams

Summary: With a hot shower, Ellie makes sure you feel better. Much, much better.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact. You will be blocked. Smut heavy, sub!reader, dom!ellie, Fingering (R!receiving), Choking (R!receiving), Praise, Commanding, Shower Sex

Author's Notes: basically just smut lmfao, sorry it took me so long to get part 5 out. I've been going through a lot of shit in my personal life so i wasn't able to write at all. Def in a depression but its okay lmfao. I kinda hate my writing in this but i wanted to push myself to start again, so this is me trying to get back into it. i think im gonna write a one-off next cause i really want to make an audio with ellie having a degradation kink... what do we think? anywhoooo... Thanks for being understanding. Love you guys <3

PART 4

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“Do you wanna hop in the shower?” she smiles before standing and walking towards my bathroom… turning to me when she reaches the door and tilting her head at me, playfully.

“Are you coming?”

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My body is on autopilot, hopping up and walking towards Ellie waiting in the doorway. My brain, on the other hand, is stuck on the idea of seeing her, exposed and drenched. Watching her body move through the water, seeing every part of her. My heart thuds in my chest.

Steam hits my face as I reach the bathroom door, slightly ajar. I take a deep breath and with shaky hands make my way into the bathroom.

My shower is blurred with steam, I see her silhouette through the foggy glass. My eyes trace her contours. They follow the lines of her skin, the subtle curve of her hips to the toned muscles of her arms visible even through the vapor. I want to engrave this image in my sketchbook forever, in my mind forever.

I turn and begin peeling off my shirt, then my pants. The pulsing in my ears is deafening, the tightness in my belly growing. As my clothes fall to the floor I look back to the shower, I see Ellies head snap away when I do. I flush at this.

Steadying myself, I walk to the sliding door and let myself in. Ellies under the hot water facing away from me, It's hard to peel my eyes from her. I hungrily observe her shoulders, strong and muscular, leading to her petite waist then the swell of her hips and, oh jesus. Her ass. I choke on my own spit and start coughing, real fucking smooth.

“You okay?” She turns to me smirking, my arms shoot to cover my chest. How is she so brazen, confident? I mean shit with a body like that I would be too. My eyes dart to her newly exposed skin, her small perky tits that sit perfectly on her frame. Then they quickly shift down her stomach to her… “Take a picture, it will last longer” she says with a sideways smile. My eyes shoot up to meet hers. Then it's her turn to explore me, I feel her gaze burn my skin and my cheeks burn in response. Her eyes leave me, turning back to put her face under the water. The heat in me is searing now.

“Your turn,” she says with a smile shifting so I could take her place under the hot water. I shift past her, feeling her nipples graze my back and my ass slide across her exposed skin. It takes every ounce of self control to not gasp at this small contact. The water hits me and it's warm, embracing. I relish in the feeling of it, pulling my hair over my shoulder letting it swell with water. Then I feel hands on my back, I startle at this.

“Woah woah, so jumpy.” she says with a smile in her voice. I turn slightly and see her with soap bubbles on her hands, “is this okay?” she asks.

“Shit sorry, yeah it's fine. Thanks El’s,” I turn back to the water, staring past the wall as her strong hands span my back. They shift down so slowly, she's paying attention to every part of my skin. As they approach my lower back she begins to circle over and around my hip bones, hands resting on my stomach. I wonder if she could feel the inferno I was radiating. Her hands went up my abbs circling the bubbles over my skin, now tracing under my boobs. I feel her body gently press against mine, I sharply inhale at the feeling of her skin flush with my own.

“Can I?” she whispers into my neck, her breath and gentle touch sending chills down my spine.

“Yes,” I sigh, barely audible. Then her hands, and the suds, are massaging my tits. My head tilts back onto her shoulder and I close my eyes as a small sound escapes my lips. She chuckles lightly at this.

“You're so easy to please,” her finger flips over my nipple and I jolt slightly at this. A curse spills from under my now heavy breathing. After a moment of her playing with me she firmly turns me so I am pressed against the wall of the shower. It's cold against my back, the sudden sensation is shocking. Thrilling. I look up at her through my lashes, lust radiating in my eyes. They are met with devious amusement.

Pinning me with one arm she traces the other hand across my collar, then down my sternum. She watches her hand make art on my skin. I close my eyes, relishing in the feeling of her fingers on me, gentle as a butterfly wing. Her fingers trace down and circle my navel, then lower. My eyes open, nervous and they are met with green. Begging for permission. I smile at her shyly and shift slightly making myself a bit more open for her taking. A silent yes.

She bites at her lip, her gaze darkens slightly and suddenly she's there, her fingers sliding through my slick, feeling me. My eyes shoot close at this unfamiliar contact. They run through my folds slowly then back to the top hitting my clit softly, I gasp at this. My hands grab at her, any part of her I can grab.

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“No one’s ever touched you like this?” she questions, I can hear the smirk on her tongue. She circles my clit with her fingers and my responding sounds are her answer.

“You’re so Innocent…” she sighs. Then slowly begins tracing back down my folds, my eyes open at the change in sensation searching for her, I'm met with darkness.

“Makes me want to wreck you.” suddenly her finger is pushing into me, i feel my walls tight around her. She pulls it out slightly and thrusts it back into me, firmly.

“F.. fuck! Oh my… Oh…” she's going in and out now, curving her finger into me, it's a feeling I've never known but one I never want to stop. The sounds are graphic, I feel myself soaking her knuckles as she lays into me.

“Does that feel good?” She asks knowing full well it does. She just wants to hear me say it. I can't get the words out. Her finger withdraws from me and she crooks her head, demanding a response.

“Yes! Yes it feels.. Feels so.. So good..” I say begging her to continue. I look at her with big eyes. “Please, please keep going.” she smiles at me, so ready for her taking. So eager for more. This time there's a soft stretch as she pushes two fingers into me, hitting my spongy spot sending moans from my mouth into the acoustics of the shower, they echo off the walls. She moves them at a slow firm pace. Harder. Deeper. My hips subconsciously rock into her hand, helping her reach further into me.

“You're doing amazing,” she smirks before her lips dip into my neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin. My hands tangle in her hair, pulling lightly as they fumble through her locks. “Taking my fingers so well.” she whispers against my skin, her hot breath branding my skin. Her lips return with a gentle kiss, then a soft bite.

“Mmm… El’s” I say pulling her closer into me.

“Do you want me to go faster?” she pulls back and looks at me, one eyebrow raised. My eyes are wide watching hers,

“Yes,” I plea. Her eyes don't leave mine as her fingers pick up in tempo, my slick sounds now louder than the shower water hitting the floor. Her gaze is drunk with lust, pleased with the power she has over my body. I feel myself quake against her fingers, she feels it too.

“You like that?” she says, her free hand skimming up my torso, running over my erect nipples until her hand rests on the throat. She squeezes lightly, pushing my head back into the shower wall. Hot water trickles down my face, the pressure making me a bit lightheaded, I feel my eyes roll back.

“Yeah you do,” she sighs, tilting her head in amusement. Her assault on my cunt is ruthless, the rhythm, unbearable. My vision is turning blurry, with the stunted airflow. It's pure euphoria, but suddenly her grip on the throat loosens.

My hands shoot to her arm and pull her hand back to its place. Firmer than before, long fingers wrapped around the span of my throat. She huffs at this.

“You want more?” her fingers tighten, cutting off all air flow.

“Greedy girl.” her fingers swirl inside of me, my eyes open and everything is blurry and tinged white. My body is trying to gasp for air to no avail, and it feels so.. so.. good. My head is getting lighter, lighter, all I feel is her fingers, my ears ringing. Her hand releases and I take in a gulp of air. She grabs my jaw firmly.

“Say my name.” she commands. I am still gasping as her face slowly comes back into focus. Her fingers slam into me, hard. “Say it.” This time her voice is soft, this time it's her begging.

“Ellie!” I yell, “ellie.. ellie..” my voice gets softer as the pressure builds in my core. I feel like I'm going to implode.

“That's right,” she pushes her palm into my clit applying rhythmic pressure that creates a symphony with the beat of her fingers. I can't hold it anymore.

“Ellie… P.. Please.. I'm gonna. I'm gonna..”

“Yeah? You're gonna cum?” devious eyes. My body is clinging to the edge. “Go ahead baby,” she grabs my throat again and pounds into me.

“Cum for me” I explode around her, cursing through the high that overtakes me. Her fingers somehow hit my spot harder, faster, intensifying the sensation. Pleasure surges through me and leaves me shuddering in its wake, my knees shaking. She slows when I relax around her and slowly, so slowly, pulls her fingers out of me. I shiver at the sensitivity.

[END OF AUDIO]

She softly pecks up my neck, to my lips. Pulling back to look at me she brushes a damp piece of hair from my face behind my ear. “You're so pretty when you cum,” she smiles at me, holding back a laugh.

“Fuck off,” I playfully push her shoulder, embarrassed by my show of desperation. Her laugh escapes and its music to my ears.

“I'm just saying,” she says smirking, “It's hot.” she shrugs, turning to splash some water on her face. I cross my arms to cover my chest, oh my god. Thinking about her fingers, the feeling of them stretching me out. Her breath on my skin, her hand around my throat. “I'm gonna dry off, meet you out there” she says winking at me before climbing out of the shower and grabbing a towel off of the hook. I watch the silhouette of her leave and I melt to the floor.

The water cascades down my shoulders and back, my skin is so sensitive. What the fuck. What is she doing to me? My heart is pounding in my chest, and somewhere else. I like her. I like her too much. What does she think this is? Am I just a easy fuck? Is she just an easy fuck? That thought is gone as quickly as it arrives. She's more than that to me. I feel it. And it scares me. What am I to her? I raise my head letting the water coat my face. It's not that deep, I reassure myself. It's fine. I'm fine. She's fine. We are fine.

We?

Fuck.

#ellie smut #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou2 fic #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams smut #ellie x you #tlou2 #ellie williams audio #ellie williams fic #tlou2 smut #tlou ellie

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pruesgaultier · 1 month ago

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lets talk: agatha all along finale

ahead: spoilers obvi, and my VERY annoyed thoughts read at your own risk. and remember something VERY important: these are MY thoughts, MY opinions on MY page.

before i get into the bad, which there was a lot of imo, lets talk about what i loved

☆ i loved that jen got away and got her powers back. i really love her character and i hope we see her again. still crazy how agatha is the one who bound her like omg ???? good for her love that diva

☆ i love the agatha and nicky scenes. and then creating the ballad together, soooo sweet. she was such a good mom im so sad

☆ i love the alice part as heartbreaking as it was

☆ the part where billy created the makeshift grave for alice, lilia, and sharon

☆ "MY LOVE" "YOU LOVE ME" "WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME" im sickkkk they're absolutely insane and i love them so so much

☆ rio planting the flowers over agatha's grave, im sickkkk

☆ AGATHARIO KISS !!! was so so beautiful and passionate i love them.

☆ ghost agatha is sexy, don't know how i feel about her hair tho. some angles i like it, some angles i dont

now what did i hate, just about everything else.

☆ i hate how the first time we get a lesbian kiss in marvel, one of them dies. the bury your gays trope is so fucking tired. wrap it up. i don't care about male gay rep because they already had it in the mcu with eternals, it's not fair that when lesbians finally get rep, we don't get to keep it.

☆ not only do i just not fucking like billy, i hate how so much of this show centered around him, like if this was supposed to get me excited and into billy, it failed drastically. FUCK BILLY ??? WHO CARES ??? the show is called agatha all along and i feel like it was billy all along in too many parts. we didnt even get to see too much of her because of HIM. ALSO her sacrificing herself just to end up basically being his ghost side kick is also stupid. because while i get agatha not being able to face her son again, then why kill her ? why not let her live, what because he's a maximoff that we're supposed to see in later projects ??? like who gives a shit.

✧ they put entirely too much of this show on wiccan / joe's popularity and it didnt work nor make sense.

☆ also, on the topic of billy, i don't get why agatha just didnt drain his power and kill him. i know she made the deal with rio and stuff but he could've reincarnated into another body and they could continue wiccan's journey like that but in a different body. it honestly just seems like marvel sacrificed agatha to keep joe locke and its like who fucking cares.

☆ i hate how im left with more questions than answers.

✧ how and why did rio and agatha get married? agatha has been killing witches for so long, and im assuming rio appeared everytime, when did they get together?

✧ rio referes to nicholas as nicky, why? from what we saw in those 6 years agatha and nicky were together, she wasn't there.

✧ why did they make it seem like we would see them raising nicky together?

✧ they described agathario's history as "long and complicated", yet we never saw that or the aftermath of their relationship after rio took nicky? did rio and nicky meet before? because he seemed to know her or at least not be scared enough to feel "stranger danger" like what happened.

✧ in episode 4, we get agathario almost kiss and hat seemed like a healing moment for them and in the end we get agatha never wanting to see rio again ? why ? what happened that we didn't see for this seemingly drastic change.

✧ in ep 5, rio very clearly hates agatha's mother and refuses to let agatha go with her, and obviously we as an audience can infer the reason why, agatha told her what happened but still.

✧ how did the agatha trading nicky for the darkhold rumor even start ? agatha gave birth alone in the woods and gave him a completely different name, who knew about her son ? how did they find out ? im sooo confused by all of this

i love this show, or at least the concept, but i don't love the execution. it was supposed to be about us learning and getting to know agatha and i honestly feel like i don't know her at all. i loved eps 1-4 and ep 7, everything else, eh.

thanks for coming to my ted talk !

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bellysoupset · 4 months ago

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Three fics from me in a day? More likely than you think!

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Jon wasn't surprised when he woke up in the middle of the night with the sound of retching.

Like clockwork, Leo's stress tanked his immunity and he got sick. Despite being sleepy and his whole body hurting thanks to all the flying around and his messed up sleep pattern, Jonah stumbled to the bathroom, nearly walking into the doorframe.

He poked his head in and sighed, Leo was hunched over the toilet, one arm wrapped around his stomach, the other one draped on the seat.

Before bed they had shared a ridiculously long shower, until they both felt like people again. Now, Leo's humid hair fell in front of his face, the very tips nearly reaching his mouth.

"Aw, Leo," Jonah groaned, walking in and crouching down, pulling back his boyfriend's hair. He planted a hand in the middle of Leo's back and cringed as he could feel the heat rolling off of him, "how long you've been here?"

"Uhm... Dunno," Leo spat in the clear water, unable to keep the drool in, "I don't feel well..."

"I know," Jon rubbed vigorously, snorting to himself as he realized he had missed even this. How stupidly in love was he that he missed rubbing Leo's back as he threw up?

Leo lurched forward with a deafening retch, but didn't bring up more than some acidic spit and he let out a moan, "I can feel it..." he pushed in his own stomach and Jonah cringed in sympathy as he heard a growl coming from the upset organ, a wet burp rolling out of Leo's lips, "ugh. Not coming."

"Come to bed," Jonah grabbed his shoulder to keep Leo from falling against the bathtub, "I'll bring a bin for you, but come to bed."

"Noo..." Leo's eyes squeezed and he gulped down, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Yeah, no shit, baby," Jonah rolled his eyes, "I don't want you in the cold bathroom ground, c'mon-" he wrapped an arm around Leo's chest, using all his force to pull him up. The blonde stumbled, nearly taking them both down, before he straightened up.

He braced against the sink to wash his clammy face and caught Jonah's eyes in the mirror, "you're clingy."

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that shit," Jonah smiled at him, appreciating the glimpse of his boyfriend's personality under all the nausea and heartbreak. Leo swished some water around in his mouth and spat it out, hanging over the bowl for a second as he took measured breaths.

"Yeah, all that shit," he pressed his stomach against the marble, forcing up a little UUrp and wrinkling his nose, "my body fucking hates me."

"Your body is exhausted," Jonah corrected him, planting a hand on Leo's forehead and pushing back his bangs, "and didn't stand a chance against the mighty European germs I brought home."

"UUhm..." Leo groaned, his stomach gurgling in the silent bathroom, "so you're to blame for this," he lifted up his head to glare at Jon in the mirror and Jonah frowned, feeling a stab of guilt.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm joking," Leo cut him off sharply, "I'll take a stomach bug to have you home, any day," he straightened up, "I'll need that bowl though."

Five minutes later they were in bed, Jonah had planted the promised bowl on the bedside table and Leo was draped over him like he wanted to melt their bodies together. His cheek was pressed to Jonah's chest and he kept muffling little sick burps against the man's shirt, but didn't pull back.

"How was Europe?" Leo asked after a minute of silence, while Jonah started petting his hair, fully hoping Leo's body would be able to just deal with the nausea on its own.

"Old," Jonah smiled, "same as its been for the past thousand of years."

"Oh c'mon, you want me to believe you weren't having a blast in Paris?" Leo groaned, "I know you love me, but give me a break-"

"No," Jon snorted, "it's not that, though I would have preferred to have you there. It's just I have been to most the places we visited, the fun part was spending time with Angie, not the tourism."

"She's too pissed you guys had to cut it short?" Leo sighed, sounding defeated and Jonah paused the hair petting in order to look at his face.

"She's worried and pissed she's in the dark, but not over cutting it short. Angie really likes you, baby, she was completely understanding," he ran his fingers over Leo's forehead, warm but not enough he should be worrying, "besides, we're gonna see her much more often."

"Uh?" Leo pulled back, in order to sit up, and Jonah frowned.

"Leo?"

"Give me the bowl," he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a little burp under his breath, "we're gonna see her more often...?"

"She's going to Massachusetts's College of Art," Jonah planted the bowl in his hands and moved a hand to support Leo's forehead in case he lurched forward, "so she's gonna be only 3 hours away from us, by car."

"Uhmm..." Leo's throat bobbed nervously and he let out another wet belch, "that's great-"

Jonah couldn't help but chuckle at the cognitive dissonance of their situation and Leo's words. He turned his head slightly not to look, but continued holding Leo's head, cringing as he heard another burp, this one turning frothy at the end and some liquid splashed in the bowl.

He could hear Leo panting, hyperventilating, and the noise of his throat working to try and swallow back a gag- He retched, loudly, and a lot more liquid fell in the bowl.

Jonah's own stomach turned and his mouth filled up with saliva, reflexive nausea washing over him. Thankfully his stomach was painfully empty, since he had ditched dinner in order to cuddle with Leo.

His boyfriend had stopped gagging, but hadn't moved from his hunched position, so Jonah gulped down and turned to look at him. In their half lit bedroom, illuminated solely by the bathroom light spilling out, Jonah couldn't make out the liquid inside the bowl, but could definitely see that Leo was milky white. His mouth was slightly open, jaw heavy with nausea, and he was clearly fighting another bout.

"Leo, just let it up, baby," Jonah sighed and Leo shook his head, back curling as he suppressed a heave. Jon frowned, knowing it was a losing battle and moved his arms around, so he could wrap his right one around Leo's waist and press his hand against the man's tummy. The minute his palm pressed against the top of Leo's belly, he let out a gurgling burp and more liquid fell in the bowl.

Jonah gagged, turning his face and pressing his mouth to his own shoulder trying not to hear or smell anything. The nearly three weeks away had been enough time for his tolerance to lower back again.

Leo groaned loudly when Jonah pressed on his belly once more, causing another pathetic wave of vomit to fall, his hand clumsily coming to grab Jonah's wrist and stop him, "eu-Urgh- enough," Leo groaned, interrupting himself with a gag, "hurts."

"Sorry," Jon eased his hold, kissing Leo's shoulder, "do you feel better?"

"No," the blonde breathed out slowly, trying to calm his body, "I- Stop touching me, just-" he shuffled in the bed, overwhelmed and Jonah pulled back, biting the inside of his cheek not to say anything. He wanted nothing more than to be all over Leo, but it wouldn't help at the moment.

He watched as Leo moved to rest against the headboard, still clutching the bowl, and closed his eyes, looking at the ceiling as his cheeks puffed out with slow breaths.

Jonah started peeling on his lip, ready to jump in case it looked Leo needed help. Instead the blonde only stayed quite like a wax statue for good five minutes, before leaning carefully over the bowl and gulping down, until a big burp came up.

Leo looked so spooked by it, that Jonah couldn't help but chuckle, "you good?"

"Oof, yeah," Leo cringed, "that was gross, sorry. I'm gonna go clean this out..."

"You think you can handle some tea?" Jonah got up as well and Leo made a squeamish face, but nodded.

"Peppermint."

"Alright," Jon stood up and leaned in without thinking, kissing the top of his head, and hesitated only once he was already half hugging the man, "sorry-"

"No, it's fine," Leo, who was still sitting down, buried his face against Jon's stomach, "you're so comfy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," then Leo pulled back with a small smirk, "but not as comfy as Luke, though."

"Oh god, fuck off, Wagner," Jonah glared at him, shoving Leo's head and jumping out of his hold to go make him tea. As he was stomping out the room though, he could hear Leo giggling as he went to the bathroom to clean up, and Jonah had to fight a smile of his own.

#sickfic #mywriting #emetophilia #emeto #stomach flu #leo wagner #i know i'm overdosing u guys in my writing i'm sorry my mind is just a million miles a min today #some gross and fluffy staple tummy bug the house's special!

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janisbuggybones · 11 months ago

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Rent-a-yandere!....please, we're begging you take them off our hands.

Janis Foster (my oc) × gn!reader

Cw: yandere, rent a partner situation, trans girl yandere, poly relationship kinda, pretty short idk what else I could say, pretty boring tbh (only realizing this as I got to the elevator part :( )

Og idea is from @moyazaika on this post that I kinda spit balled off of and then got the motivation to write again.

You can't believe you found yourself coming to this. One too many late night browsing sessions led you to get overwhelmed with adverts about this new fad in the dating scene. Rent-a-yandere, the hottest site online where you could find a devoted lover for cheap.99 per hour. In all honesty, it did seem appealing when compared to the heartbreak and trauma you've expierienced prior, but you dare stoop so low?

"Hello darling, are you (y/n) (l/n)?" A tall girl said from behind you. She had beautiful pearly paper white skin and matching hair put in one long braid. She had piercing red eyes and dare you mention her height? She was at least nearly twice your height, but her body wasn't well built. She couldn't have been living very healthily If she was that skinny. She had a large chest, despite her skinny body, well in her description it had said she had some cosmetic surgery done before. It didn't look fake or anything and it's not like she showed it off. She wore a modest black turtle neck with small embroidered hearts on the cuffs and chest of the sweater. The sweater was paired with some baggy black jeans and simple black work boots.

Fuck yes

"Oh, yeah that's me...you're Janis Foster, right?" You found yourself asking after getting over the height difference. Shit, were you being rude? She's really pretty, come on, don't fuck it up.

"Yep, the one and only. Honestly I'd be surprised if anyone got me confused for someone else." She smiled softly, her soft pink lips looked tantalizing. "Well, let's be on our way then. I've arranged a breakfast date for us before a big day of fun" She said as she grabbed your hand with her own cold and large hand. Her nails lacked any polish and were neatly manicured.

You remembered you picked the option for her to come up with the itinerary. You hoped it wouldn't be too exhausting, the public can be a bit overwhelming. "A-ah okay!" You find yourself smiling slightly as you went along with her.

She took you to an animal themed Cafe nearby, themed after your favorite pet animal. "I thought you'd like this, darling" She giggled as she checked you both in, having made a reservation. You recall mentioning your favorite animal in the description of yourself they required you to give them.

"Nice and quiet, and they limit it to 10 customers in here at any given time, so I won't have to worry" She giggled innocently but you read between the lines. It made you blush at the thought of such an attractive woman getting jealous of you.

You two were taken to your seat, a seat in the back where one of the animals sat on the table. You promptly gave your order and she gave hers before you were left alone with her.

"Honestly I'm not much of an animal person..I feel like it's a good bit of upkeep that i couldn't keep up with. But I do have a little lavender bunny at home. His name is Geo" She said, starting a conversation as she looked around.

"Oh? Is he purple? I didn't know bunnies could be purple" you said, interested as you looked at the calm animal on the table before it left, instead taking the window sill beside your table as its resting place.

"Oh they do, it's a bit rarer than your average bunny so he cost a good bit, but he's Oh so adorable" She smiled, her bluish eyes landing on you. "I'd say nearly as much as you, cutie" She teased, which left you blushing slightly as you avoided her eye contact for a second.

"O-oh yeah?" You smiled slightly, you never were able to take compliments well.

"Mhm, oh look, food's here" She smiled as the waitress brought your orders. Janis had ordered a simple cup of juice, a bagel, and small bowl of a variety of fruits.

"Thank you for coming here today" the waitress said with a smile as she walked to serve another table.

Janis stared at her for a second with an unreadable expression before turning to you. "In my opinion, breakfast isn't that good. Lunch and dinner foods are far superior" She said with a sip of her juice.

That statement had ignited a conversation that then strayed to your favorite foods and then on to other topics as you ate and enjoyed her company. She wasn't too overwhelming and was sweet up until you two had been finished for a good bit and were asked to leave because her reservation had ended.

She pouted but complied, leaving with you to her next planned activity.

"You had mentioned you liked anime and movies, so I thought we could see that new studio ghibli movie together?" She said with a contagious smile. "You know the guy who writes them and all, Hayao Miyazaki? He keeps announcing his retirement but then goes back to the studio with a new script each time, it's pretty funny when in the interviews with employees they complain about that." She giggled.

"Oh? I can imagine the frustration they must feel" you smiled slightly as you two entered the theater. You then realized, shit, this place is gonna be crowded. Fuck, you hoped it wouldn't be too overwhelming. She then promptly paid for your tickets and some snacks to accompany your movie viewing.

You two passed the many movie posters on the halls as you walked to the movie screening. Dread hit you as you opened the door and you two went in, only to crumble away when the theater had been empty. Did she really book this entire theater room for you?

"Yeah I'm not too good in a crowd either, I'm a walking distraction" She smiled slightly as she led you two to a good pair of seats in the middle of the theater.

"U-uhm I don't know what to say-t-thank you, this is crazy. How did you get your company to pay for something like this?" You found yourself asking. "W-wait sorry I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry..." you apologize a second later after seeing how that could be offensive.

"Oh? They'd never pay for something this expensive. While their other services are much more profitable, my section doesn't get nearly as many sponsored activities like this. I paid out of pocket so you wouldn't feel wierd in the crowd, darling" She smiled. God that smile, how she acted, you swore you'd fall for her before she fell for you.

Her explanation left you blushing and wordless as adverts started rolling on the big projector screen. You unintentionally just ended up staying quiet and watching the movie with her. At around the halfway point of the movie, when you both finished your snacks, she had began holding your hand. It shocked you at first, before you relaxed, discretely returning the gesture.

The rest of the movie went along swimmingly. The plot was heart wrenching and hadn't made you cry, but did arise sadness in you.

As you two walked out the theater and you winced at the bright light, she prosed a question.

"So darling, my place or yours?" She asked "for our next little activity I have planned, a baking sesh" She added with a smile. "I had cute mochi and cookies in mind" She smiled "though mochi isn't baking, it's versatility as something you can shape into a cute thing is almost unmatched" She said

"O-oh-um" you said, taken aback by the idea. You had liked cooking to an extent and mentioned that, but wow. She really planned this out and it left you blushing again....wait...wasn't it in the terms and conditions that neither of you could go to the others house?.....maybe it was for their other service, rent-a-darling? You couldn’t recall and your place was a mess. "My place doesn't look the best...is yours okay?" You asked shyly

Janis giggled "of course! Anything you want is okay with me darling" She smiled as she held your hand and went with you in the direction of her apartment.

Surprisingly based on her ability to buy out a whole theater for you, her apartment was relatively average, though it ran a bit on the pricier side because of the economy lately. The inside looked clean and nice, and the elevator ride was relaxed as she started a conversation about her apartment complex.

"I dont mean to show off where i live, but i hope you like it. When I started living here, it was actually way cheaper than it is now, I'm glad they never raised the price for my rent though. I'm kind of friends with the owner. Not in a wierd way, but we hang out like once a month. They're in my friend group I've had since middle school" She said as she watched the numbers on the small screen above the door go up.

"Oh, that's interesting. I wish I had something like that with my landlord. I've recently been trying to save up for something I want, and it's not going too good in all honesty..... Damn gacha games, am I right?" You smiled, feeling comfortable, but then suddenly worrying you overshared.

"Oh don't get me started! I started playing this gacha game that recently came out and ahhh! The skins look so good, but two are locked behind a pay wall each update" She huffed slightly. "And all the characters have such diverse designs and tons of different ethnicities, how could I not pull for them all and be absoloutely broke in unilogs?" She laughed softly before the elevator stopped, the 6th floor. "Alright now to 603" She said as she held your hand and walked to her apartment.

Nothing was out of the ordinary about her apartment, it was pretty plain actually. Apart from the squishimallows instead of pillows on the couch of her living room. The kitchen was lightly messy, a bowl and cup in her sink with a few pieces of silverware and a stray rag just on the counter.

"It's not much, but it's comfortable for me" She said "well, settle in, I have to go check on geo real quick, I'm sorry darling" She said, excusing herself before leaving to the other room.

"It's fine" you find yourself saying quietly, overwhelmed by the events of today. This was all crazy....how were you now in a crazy hot girl's apartment?! The one chronically bitchless person of the high-school friend group, in this stunning woman's house? It was unbelievable...until you considered this was a paid date. Then reality sunk in. Shit...should you ask her out for real? Would that be okay? Would she be okay with that? She wasn't much of a yandere...it'd be okay, right?

"He was such a hungry little boy, he ate down all his celery in a minute" She giggled happily as she came back and saw you still had your bag with your outing necessities on.

"Oh want me to take that for you?" She offered and you obliged.

"Oh thank you...I feel like I haven't properly thanked you enough today" you said as you looked around.

"Oh don't worry, the pleasure is mine, darling" She smiled "now, shall we get cooking?" She smiled as she put on a pink frilly apron. Shit...you didn't know how to feel.

"Alright" you offered in response with a fake smile as you took the apron She handed you. It was your favorite color and had a lap pocket and chest pocket shaped in hearts of a slightly brighter color.

You two then spent the next couple hours baking cookies and making mochi, before settling down on her couch and watching the news, because nothing else was on, as you enjoyed the fruits of your labor.

"It's not too sweet is it darling? I heard cookies need some salty aspect to balance out all the flavors" She smiled softly as a missing persons report came on over the tv.

Geo Archviste, a 5'4" man with black and white naturally colored hair and blue freckles. Missing since this day 3 years ago, he would have been 21 by now.

That was terrible, his family must be haunted by their missing son...wait-

"Darling?" She asked, as you kinda ignored her prompt for conversation. "Everything okay?" She asked.

"Uhm yeah- that missing persons case...just seems sad." You found yourself saying as you swallowed the crumbly cookie.

"Oh...yeah...that boy was actually my ex...we broke up a year before he went missing but we were still on good terms" She said sadly. "I miss him...I named my little bunny after him" Janis said as she looked down.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know......I hope he gets found" was all you could find yourself saying, but something didn't seem right. Not that what she said had any contradictions, but you just had this uneasy feeling. "Um restroom?" You asked

"By the door with heart decals on the left down the hall, darling" She smiled sadly and you excused yourself.

You walked down the hall and found the room, but the heart decorated room piqued your interest. She wouldn't mind...right? You opened the door and were met with darkness until you cut on the light and saw a figure sitting on Janis' bed, restrained on his feet and hands heavily.

All you could really see was their perfectly trimmed black and white locks that hid their sleeping face...matching the picture of the man on the missing persons report.

Chills ran down your spine as you went to grab your phone but it wasn't in your pocket. Shit you must have left it behind....how could you sneak out with the missing boy?

You struggled with yourself over this until you heard Janis coming and ducked into a open closet after turning off the light, shutting it behind you.

"Geo darling, I'm back" She smiled as she cut the light on and walked up to him. He looked at her tiredly and sniffled quietly.

"Remember my side gig to try and find you a buddy we can both love?" She asked "I think I found the one, they're so cute! And we baked some things, you could probably smell it" She giggled "I'll give you some when they leave...if they get to. I haven't decided if I wanna reel them in or just go in all at once and kidnap them like I did you" She said happily

"I'd say just kidnap them, two minds are better than one" he sighed, implying you could help him escape her.

"Come on now, I love you...you love me, i know it" She huffed

"Yeah true..which is why I want you to get help instead of doing this to me...." he sighed

"Stop it, i don't need help" She mumbled

"Yes you do. I love you and want to be with you, but you did this and refuse to get therapy. I only broke up with you because you killed my friend, remember. Get your head out of the past and live with me now. I'll stay and all like I've said repeatedly- just come-" he said before she interrupted him.

"Shut up! I don't need help! I'm perfectly fine and you need to shut up. You're only still tied up because you tried to escape the other month!" She shouted, less sad and more angrily.

"That was last year! I've been good for you so I can do normal couple things with you and we could have found our third lover together!" He shouted back, making her tear up.

"Shut up! I'm going back to (y/n)....I promise you'll love them as much as I do" She said shakily before you backed up a bit too far and bumped against the wall.

She looked dead at the closet in shock before walking up to it and opening it.

"Darling?"

#yandere #janis foster #original character #trans yandere #trans #yandere oc #tw yandere #date-a-yandere #Rent-a-yandere

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betterfettered · 1 year ago

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Bruh can I be honest and say your Yan! Leviathan kinda scares me because Levi already lives rent free in my head and I kinda don’t wanna know what would happen if he figured it out?

I’m literally not joking about leviathan straight up living inside my brain rent free, like he actively takes up a shit ton of my thoughts enough for me to get the Tetris effect when I sleep.

And idk why but something tells me that if he knew that I’m practically obsessed with him, I wouldn’t be touching grass or seeing anyone else ever again for my entire existence.

Hey anon!! I am sorry this took so long, it got really long (3k words!!) and kind of went in its own direction hahaha. I hope you like it!! It turns out that you were right, and no one will ever find you in his clutches LOLL Let me know what you think?

(AFAB!reader x AMAB!yandere)(Plus size reader💖🫡)(noncon)(stalking)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(sort of kind of an AU but not really?)[This is fetish content and rape and stalking are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Your reaction was strange to Leviathan because he'd imagined it over and over again in his head no less than a thousand times but had not been able to divine what you actually reacted like. In his mind when he'd intentionally spilled his drink on himself you'd make a little surprised noise or say "oh no!" or laugh, but in reality you just frowned, your eyebrows lifting in shock.

The important part, however, you still did: you turned to your bag, rifling through it for some napkins, and offered them to him like it was nothing, like making his heart jackrabbit to the point of nearly shattering was nothing. He snatched them quickly so that you wouldn’t see how his hands shook in anticipation.

Okay, next say thank you, he said to himself and tried his hardest but was unable to pry his lips open or make eye contact with you or even breathe. When the elevator reached the floor that the both of you lived on, he sprinted from the elevator to get to his door, spilling plenty more cherry slushy on himself in the process. He could barely get his hands steady enough to get the key into his door, but the second he was inside and had slammed the door behind him he tossed his soiled jacket and the half empty slushy to the ground and hurried into his bedroom, dropping on his knees in front of his shrine of you.

Well, it wasn’t a shrine just yet. It was too small – he had only the things he could salvage from your trash, like an empty lipstick tube, a plastic fork from some takeout, a debit card statement listing all of your purchases six months ago. This was the first thing you had ever given to him, though, the first gift with your scent and blessing on it. He shut his eyes and held the napkins up to his nose, inhaling deeply and summoning the image of you to his mind.

Leviathan focused on your eyes, thinking about how your gaze meeting his meant that you were not looking at anyone else and, he imagined, not thinking about anyone else. It didn’t take long for the memory to become a fantasy: he imagined you looking at him still, but now with your bottom lip caught between your teeth out of sheer lust for him. Reaching into his nightstand for lube, he imagined your outfit, which was the standard button down and pencil skirt combination that was something of a uniform for office workers. It was unremarkable but for the way it hugged the soft protrusions of fat on your body. He liked to imagine that your larger size made you unpopular on the dating market, so he would (in his fantasies and occasionally dreams, when he was lucky) be the first to touch and squeeze and lick you – he’d be the only one that you granted such access to, because he and only he was that special to you.

He placed the stack of napkins on his bed and pushed his face down into them to free both hands to undo his belt and slather his cock with lube. Even just touching his shaft made him shiver and clench his jaw, but he didn’t start pumping just yet because his fantasy was still incomplete. First, he needed you to turn to him in his mind, walking towards him until you had sandwiched him up against the wall, every plump part of you pressing up against him like a full bodied hug. Then, when he nearly collapsed with desire both in reality and in his mind, you reached a hand down to his pants, running your hand back and forth over his cock and looking up at him and only him. Only then did he begin stroking, murmuring your name to himself and clutching his bed. It was only a minute or two before he reached his peak and came so hard into his other hand that he became incoherent, his own moans shoving your name out of his mouth to take its place.

Once he caught his breath and the immense pleasure receded, he was filled with a longing that made his eyes begin to tear, his mouth pressing together as he tried to hold himself together. He needed you. At this point, his fantasies were almost as torturous as they were alluring. Just imagining was not enough and never could be, because while he was here with you, you were off thinking about or talking to someone else. He needed the entirety of you and he needed to show you with his body just how much he worshipped you, the same way he did in his mind every night before sleeping.

His hands were slick with cum and lube, so he shut his eyes for a moment once more and rubbed two fingers into the other palm, imagining that it was your tummy covered in his cum instead, but could only tolerate the fantasy for a few seconds before climbing to his feet to go clean up both himself and the mess he’d made in the entryway. He spent the rest of the night hugging a pillow on his couch and watching the old Ruri-chan OVAs from his favorite season and trying to hold back the tears pressing against the backs of his eyes.

Leviathan did not see you again for another week – perhaps you had been working early or late. When you once again met in front of the elevator, he felt downright giddy and reflexively covered his face with the back of his hand, but the glee turned to pure shock when you turned to him and said “Oh, happy birthday, Levi!”

What he did not know was that the day before, a pair of gentlemen (one ginger, one with hair graying only at the tips) had mistakenly knocked on your door. The shorter one pointed and released a party popper right at your face, and the taller one held out a cake that had bites taken directly out of it. Surprise! They had said, and then the three of you were surprised indeed, because you were not who they were expecting and you had not been expecting anything but still could never have imagined this would happen. They asked for a Leviathan, you pointed them next door, and the one with the frosting on his face apologized around another bite he had taken right out of the cake. The other apologized, too, but distractedly, as he was preoccupied with sadness that he had wasted his only party popper on you instead of his brother.

No, Leviathan was not aware of any of that, because Beelzebub couldn’t control himself around the cake and Belphegor wanted a new party popper, so they gave up and planned to come back tomorrow, the actual day of, without saying a word to him. If Leviathan could have spoken in that moment, he would have asked you how you knew, but he could not, so instead he stared at the ground and tried to figure out how you knew. He didn’t generally think of himself as disposed to illogical thinking, so when it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, you had been just as taken with him as he was with you, he figured it was the most obvious conclusion.

He imagined that you had gone home after giving him the napkin and touched yourself, too.

Maybe you also had a shrine for him in your home, and one of the things in it told you when he was born.

“Have I said something wrong…?” you asked, eyeing his stunned expression.

It was all he could do to shake his head, because you had actually said the best possible thing that you could have. Was he dreaming?

When the elevator arrived to the right floor, he allowed you to get off first and then trailed behind you, not even noticing the antlers starting to sprout out of his head and the scales started to spread across his skin. It was as though he was mesmerized by you and couldn’t do anything but follow.

You got to your door, opened it, and then cried out when you felt his full weight against your back, pinning you to the ground. His tailed whipped out and slammed the door shut behind the two of you, and he pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling and shivering a little, feeling his common sense melting away to be replaced with only intoxicating lust.

“What are you doing?!” You demanded, your voice wavering with fear. “Get off of me right now!”

He didn’t reply, only focusing on how the way you were struggling was rubbing your ass up against his cock and making him pant. Was it really possible that you were here beneath him, all his for the rest of your lives together? Distantly he wondered why you were struggling if you were obsessed with him, but brushed it away as not important.

“Please, just get off of me and leave,” you said, your voice becoming thick with the tears starting to pour down your face.

He got to his knees, putting one hand on your shoulder and one beneath your tummy, pulling both upwards to flip you onto your back. You only resisted for a few seconds before allowing him to turn you over onto your back, your shimmering wet eyes meeting his crazed ones and drawing another sob out of you. This did not seem to stop him, as he almost immediately rested back on top of you and pressed his lips to yours, jamming his long tongue into your mouth before you had a chance to clench your jaw. You gagged a little at the length of it, long enough to reach the back of your tongue, and tried to push him off of you, which he merely ignored until you stopped.

He only pulled away and sat up when he noticed your elbow working against your side, at which point he wanted to observe what you were doing with your hand. You were holding your cell phone and trying to type something into it, but as soon as you saw him notice it you pulled it closer to your face, typing as quickly as possible. He felt his heart sink: even though you were in love with him, you were thinking of someone else while he was kissing you. Despair settled over him until it gave way to a sort of panicked jealousy: would you ever unlearn this? Could he trust you to commit to only him? You were going to be his first (and already had been his first kiss)…was he really ready for this? This would be your first fight with each other as a couple.

While he was thinking, he snatched the phone from you and crushed it in his hand, tossing the broken bits aside and pouting.

“Who were you going to call?”

“N-no one.”

“O-okay, well then! Who were you g-gonna text?!” he asked, being able to hear how pathetic he sounded himself.

Try to sound like Lucifer! He told himself, and sat up a little straighter. You can do this, you can do this.

“Th-that…was cheating,” he said, and then tried making his voice a little deeper. “Don’t think of any one else. Ever again….uh, d-do I make m-myself c-clear?”

Complete fail, uggghhhh

It took a moment for you to calm yourself enough to speak.

“Please just let me go,” you repeated around sobs. “I won’t call the police or anything. I won’t even mention it to my friends. Just…please don’t....”

He climbed to his feet at that, though he didn’t leave you even a moment to think your pleas had worked on him before he wrapped you up in his tail, lifting you off of the ground and above his head. You cried out and struggled, kicking him with your feet a few times until he held you further away, but he paid no mind and instead locked and deadbolted the door behind the two of you, then walked deeper into your apartment, checking all of the doors in his path until he found your bedroom. He wanted to pause to look around and examine every last bit of you that the room contained, but he was so hard that it was starting to hurt, so he darted over to your bed and slammed you down onto your back, unwrapping his tail so he could sit down, push your legs up and put them on either side of his waist.

Unfortunately, you still had not learned your lesson about struggling, so he clamped his tail down on your neck to hold you still, tightening it when you started to move around too much, and grabbed both of your wrists to hold them beside your head where the end of his tail could wrap around them, too.

You were talking, or maybe just crying, but he couldn’t focus on that. His attention was completely absorbed by his cock pressing into the heat of your core and your writhing body.

He reached out with shaking hands and undid the buttons of your shirt, taking a while not because he was savoring it but rather because he was trying to undo them too impatiently with his uncoordinated fingers and not being that successful to the point that he ripped the last few buttons open in his haste. His hands pressed down into your plush stomach and then, after a moment of enjoying your inviting softness, he ran them upwards until he held your tits in both hands, squeezing them in a circular motion the way he had seen in a few hentai movies and then pushing his fingers into your bra to touch your bare skin and catch your nipples between his fingers, pinching them until you gave a short whimper that made his cock twitch. He slid his hands out and yanked the bra down to reveal them, then leaned down into your chest and shoved his face right in the center of it, squishing your tits against either side of his head while his hips started to buck against yours, greedily craving the friction between you. His face felt so hot at this point, and yet was no match for the warmth of lying there against your heart.

While he’d had plans to lick and suck your tits and maybe bite them a little to see if he could get you to make noise again, he didn’t think he could wait any longer to penetrate you, he sat up and shoved your skirt upwards around your waist until he could reach your panties, then pushed your legs together in front of him with his arms so he could pull them off of you (and stash them in his pocket). He felt so relieved that he’d only worn joggers today and didn’t need to bother with a belt or a zipper, so there was only a second between your panties being removed and the head of his cock pressed right into the folds of your pussy.

“Don’t! I’m begging, please don’t!” you wailed.

“But y-you’re wet,” he observed, rubbing his cock up and down your slit to spread your juices.

You didn’t reply fast enough; he lost patience and shoved into you with a desperate whine. It felt even better than he had imagined day after day all of this time, so he didn’t move at first to try and avoid cumming immediately. Instead, he reached for your hands, freeing them from his tail so he could weave his fingers into yours and press them into your sheets on either side of your head.

“L-look at me,” he panted, tightening his tail around your neck when you didn’t obey. “I s-said to look at me.”

It took a few seconds for you to run out of air and begin struggling to breathe, but you did eventually look at him, instantly making his heart pound. Suddenly, he felt unbearably shy, so he buried his face in your neck as he started to fuck you, slowly but insistently, his pelvis grinding up against yours like he couldn’t get deep enough inside of you, his moans muffled beside your face. Feeling your breasts jolt against him with each thrust he couldn’t help but start to fuck you a little harder, too, just to feel them bouncing beneath him.

He didn’t think to tell you when he was about to cum, since his mind was completely whiting out from the pleasure and his moans sounded frantic and irregular because he couldn’t quite control the sounds he was making, so you only knew that he was filling you when he stopped suddenly, releasing your hands to grab your hips hard enough to hurt and pull you as close into him as possible. His entire body shook against yours for a while. Once he relaxed, still panting but not digging his fingers into your flesh as hard any more, his entire frame draped over yours with exhaustion.

Ten minutes later, he finally sat up to address you, lovingly stroking your hair and cheek.

"That was so much better than in my head. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life.

“Um, I don’t think you finished, right? S-sorry, I’m…anyway, I’ll read a little more about how to satisfy you on reddit! Then I’ll show you what I learned. We have a lot of time for me to practice until I get it right. I'll definitely make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

“Just let me go,” you murmured, out of tears.

“I never will,” he answered, his voice so resolute that it grew steady even if for only a moment as he promised that. “I’m in l-love with you, a-and you’re going to love me. And only me, no one else. If you think of anyone else, I’ll…I’ll hurt them. And you, too.”

Perhaps you weren’t out of tears after all, as the words made you start to cry again.

This time, he pulled you upwards and wrapped you in his arms while still inside you, grateful for the opportunity to feel as though he was taking care of you. His mind was already starting to wander to plans of where you both would live, how he could punish you to make sure you never spoke to any one else again, and what he would tell his brothers and closest gaming buddies about the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Dreams really did come true. The two of you only had happily ever after in store for you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #betty fetty #tw noncon #cw noncon #tw: noncon #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #obey me levi x you #obey me levi x reader #yandere smut #omswd smut #obey me smut #obey me levi

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amomentsescape · 1 year ago

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Prey

Stu Macher x Reader

Summary: Reader tries to avoid being caught by the infamous Ghostface.

Warnings: Cussing, some inappropriate joking

Word Count: 518

A/N: You all seem to be loving the Stu content, so I figured I'd keep it coming! This is just a short little drabble, but I hope you all enjoy!

You could feel that painful cramp in your side begin to form as you continued to run, doing everything in your power not to slow down.

Your breathing was becoming faster and faster with each pounding step, but you had to keep going.

You didn't want to be caught.

The masked figure was right behind you. His gloved hand had almost grabbed you by the neck several times, but you were able to push yourself just a little harder in order to avoid his grasp.

But unfortunately, you could sense that your body was at its limit. You weren't really cut out for running this long, and that familiar taste of blood was starting to form in your mouth.

You decided to risk it and look back quickly, wanting to see if he was gaining again.

However, you saw nothing but the night sky behind you.

This caused you to come to a stop, your head turning back and forth in an effort to catch a glimpse of the man.

However, you saw and heard nothing but your own beating heart and panicked breathing.

"Shit..." you muttered to yourself.

It was almost worse to not see the figure. At least being able to keep an eye on him meant you knew where he was.

You checked your surroundings one more time before breaking out into a jog again, attempting to make your way home.

You kept up the pace until you saw the familiar front door, causing a smile to break out on your face.

You picked up the pace at this and could feel relief begin to wash over you.

But that moment of clarity only lasted a second before a leather hand grabbed you by the throat and pinned you to a nearby tree.

Your eyes widened at the white mask staring back at you.

How did he find you?

He leaned in slowly as he raised up his knife, the blade shining from the moonlight.

You felt the cold metal touch your side as it gently grazed up and under your shirt.

You suddenly lost all resolve at this action.

"Damnit!" you began to giggle. "That tickles."

You broke out into more laughter as Stu dropped the knife and ripped off his mask, face damp from sweating.

"That's punishment for losing, once again," Stu teased.

You groaned playfully.

"Are you kidding me? I made it so much further this time! My house is right there," you pointed.

He grabbed the side of your face and made you look at him.

"Maybe next time, babe."

He then brought your lips to his and gave you a heated kiss, your eyes automatically fluttering close.

You pulled away with another giggle as you looked at your smiling boyfriend.

"You're all sweaty."

He just shrugged.

"You weren't complaining earlier..."

"Oh, shut up," you laughed loudly, pushing his body away from yours.

Before he could reach back out, you took off to your house.

"Catch me if you can!" you yelled to him.

Stu simply shook his head with a smile and put his mask back on, running after you.

#slashers x reader #slasher summer #ghostface x reader #scream #scream 1996 #scream movie #stu macher x reader #stu macher imagine #stu macher #ghostface imagine #ghostface #slashers

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 1 year ago

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Mr. Sandman

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Borderline

...

"Do you ever miss home?" Suguru asked out of the blue, eyes trained on your nightstand where a picture of your trio stood. A hat sat beside it.

It was from the night they took you to some sushi restaurant that served the sushi in this little train. You'd been so obsessed with it that you had begged them to come back the next day.

In fact, you came back so frequently that the owner gifted you with your very own train conductor's hat. And since you never came alone, Gojo and Suguru also got their very own hats. (One would also come with you if the other couldn't make it, but never once have you gone alone. It's like your own little hang out spot)

You, who had come back from a rather shit mission, tiredly looked over to Suguru's green. A shrug to your shoulders as you thought the question over.

"Sometimes...I try not to think about it so I distract myself with stuff."

Suguru chuckled under his breath, you've always been ridiculously blunt

"What was it like?" You softly groaned, throwing the First Aid kit into his lap as you settled near him. "If you're going to ask questions like that, you might as well bandage me up." And he did, without a second.

(he hated how the higher-ups have been working you down to the bone, and so suddenly too. Every day, your eye bags became more pronounced and wounds littered your body. You had a new scar on your top lip, on the side. It went with the one on the side of your left cheek. The one that looked like lightning's veins)

You sat there, on your bed wordlessly observing him clean up your wounds with such care it would make the sky cry once again. This entire day it's been raining non-stop, it's the reason why most of your clothing is dripping wet. The curse had been a particularly shifty one, evading your chains effortlessly much to your annoyance

Ah. It's raining again

Then again, rainy days are the best days to sleep in

"It was ... Nice, I guess. Neither good nor bad, it was what it was. You know? 'though, I do have this memory that I can't seem to let go of."

Suguru spared you a glance as he continued wrapping up your knuckles having just finished cleaning them with peroxide, you barely felt a thing. (While you do carry around a curse-energy imbued weapon, you have this strange preference to wrapping chains around knuckles and punching the shit out of curses. It's cathartic, you like to say)

"Which is?"

You hum, "At my old middle school, there was this giant tree. We all loved to climb it during recess time --- well, everyone else climbed it. I tried, really did. But for some reason, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't reach its top. I settled for hanging around the bottom, but then again, sitting on the roots hurt me. So I just chilled on a bench, far from the tree yet still in its shadow. And I would watch as the others climbed it with no effort."

Suguru snorted softly, "That's a strange memory to hold on to." His words earned a short laugh from you, "I know. I think I remember it because I like how it changed colors with the seasons. Felt like it rained gold."

He finished wrapping your knuckles, quickly moving to the next hand as he shifted the limb into his lap, "...did you do it?"

You didn't even have to ask to understand what he meant, you never did. "Nah...did carve my name into it though. So I guess there's that."

"Why didn't you?"

You paused to ponder, "I think I...just accepted not being able to climb it as my fate. I could only admire."

A silence bloomed not long afterwards. By the time words were spoken once more, your head laid on his shoulder. His work with your knuckles having been finished a while ago, still your bandaged hand remained on his lap. Fingers entwined as he hummed a tuneless tune under his breath, the sound barely audible over the whirring of the air conditioning.

"What about your family?" "Alive, at least." "No more than that?" You felt his green thumb rub circles on the white strips, soothing away the red that bloomed on them. You knew what he meant, "No more than that. Not..not yet."

"Okay."

A heartbeat later, "Where's the cotton-head?" "Higher-ups sent him on a mission, he'll be back later today. Miss him?" You said nothing, focusing on slowing your breathing even further. That was all he needed to know,"Hehe, he'll be over the moon when he finds out." Turning your head, you warn the male with a light bite to his shoulder earning yourself an amused huff, "Fine, fine."

It's only then, mid-bite, that you see a thin silver thread hang from Suguru's neck. Snaking your unoccupied hand up to his chest, you carefully pulled the necklace out from under his shirt's collars.

A moon within a sun, "Satoru said he wanted us to match."

An eclipse, how fitting.

You shifted back into your previous position, this time though, you lay your head on his full shoulder than just the side. "Ha, he's the sentimental type. Would've never pegged him for it."

"That why you never call him by his name even though he explicitly told you to do so, on numerous occasions?" You made a face, pulling away from his shoulder --"I need you to be dumb, Sugu. You're too observant, it's annoying."

He laughed one of those deep laughs --- it's one of those that makes you breathless as you watch him with a smile of your own. The sight of a laughing soul is nice. They tend to glitter when they do so.

You would never admit it out loud.

You liked to watch him

His soul was a rather unique one, much like Gojo's. Except his case was far more unique than Suguru's. Gojo's had layers similar to an onion, the sight of him kept you on your toes at all times. On the contrary, Suguru felt more of a fogged mirror. You could wipe your hand on the condensation, except no matter how many times you wiped, the image would remain blurry.

Two lovely puzzles

All for you to solve

Yeah, they can never find that out

Ding!

Checking your phone, you see a new message notification on your lock screen. It's Ieiri asking if you're free right now

It seems that Suguru had read the message because the next thing he says is," I'm gonna go get some sleep." He delicately placed your hand back into your lap like it was made of glass. You frown.

"You're an idiot, Suguru." He hummed, walking out of your room. "Yeah, I just might be," he said. Shutting the door behind him, the silence too loud for your taste

Might as well see what Ieiri wants

There's a wooden bridge, right of the main building. Under said bridge, is a little spot you and Ieiri made using large stones as seats, where the two of you can speak in somewhat privacy. While the water embraced your naked toes (for free?), the light of nature glimmered on its surface tickling them.

Jumping down from the side of the bridge, you sighed at the sight of Ieiri already holding out her cigarette, waiting for you to light it as per agreement.

Usually, a dark pink, she's now a purple. The boundaries of her being a bit jagged --- upset.

You sat down on your rock, smooth and cold from the night's chill. "What happened?" You took a pink lighter out of your coat's pocket, cradling her end as you lit it.

You watched her with a careful eye as she tilted her head back, strands of hair dancing with the light breeze as she did so

One single drag, one single exhale, two lone words were all it took to completely destroy your world.

"I know."

Your whole being completely shatters with that one sentence. Such a short thing of a sentence, yet it's enough to have strike lightning into your soul.

Clicking your tongue, you proceed to take off your flats. Lightly shivering as you dip your feet into the cold water of the stream.

"Didn't think this is how the night would turn out."

"Didn't expect to find out what I did, but we both can't have what we want now, can't we?" There was an edge to her voice, sharp like the blade you use to slice through curses.

"How long?" "Long enough." This wasn't like the silence from earlier. It was hard on the lungs, thick enough to suffocate.

Gesturing for the box of cigs, she gingerly hands it over to you. Watching you with a scrutinizing eye as you take out a stick and light it. But you don't smoke it. The plume doesn't even meet your way as the wind guides it away from your area. And yet, you keep it there. Tucked right between your index and middle, silently watching the orange eat away at the paper until it reaches your fingertips.

You don't even wince when the fire burns your skin.

"Why?" You sighed, answering your friends question. "In the beginning, I didn't have much of a choice. It's either, I do it or I'm out."

"Out?" "Dead." "Ah." Another inhale. "I stopped not long after. I just...couldn't do it anymore." Were you lying?

Another exhale, "They deserve to know." "They do."

She glanced your way, "Will you?"

"Eventually."

"So what, you'll accept your fate? Death?" What a confusing woman.

Ieiri groaned in exasperation, her jaggedness dulling, "Why? Why did you do it? What could have possibly compelled you to do it?"

"No." "No?!" "No. Change the topic or I'll leave."

You might as well, you've already done enough damage as it is

That kept her quiet. No more was said as the two of you sat there, under the wooden bridge listening to the running water at your feet. She couldn't bring herself to say something, just as you couldn't bring yourself to utter a sound.

Too much, too little time. That had been the problem in the first place. Way before you had even arrived in Japan. If only you had had enough time perhaps things would've been different.

No, no. They would have been different, you're sure of it.

You took a deep breath --- you can't do this anymore.

Standing up, you made a move to walk away. Still, Ieiri called out for you, "What will you do now?"

You could see a familiar figure walking your way, a stupid grin on his face as he waved at you like a maniac

You smiled a sad smile

Not the first, and most definitely not the last of it's kind

"Make up for it."

And, you left.

...

(A/N): Well, that was a lot. Wonder what that was all about. Ngl, the idea came to me halfway into this and I was genuinely debating whether to go for it or not. But I mean, if it adds to the plottttt. Also, it just makes sense

Song Inspo: Mr. Sandman - SYML

It's obvious Suguru wanted to ask more, I wonder what he wanted to ask.

Why is Gojo's soul like an onion with layers and Suguru's a fogged mirror? What does that mean?

What exactly does Ieiri know?

And what do you mean 'too much, too little time'? What exactly did you do that dying is your consequence?

Originally, it was supposed to be "Alive and well." but I changed it to "Alive, at least." 😳

I wonder if there's any symbolism here...

Drop a comment

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Hope you enjoyed!

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wonjns · 2 years ago

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uncanny ii. resemblance ∯

♡° pairing. . . lee heeseung x male reader

♡° genre. . . smut, fluff, angst

♡° summary. . . so you ended up with your twin sister’s boyfriend... what a turn of events. heeseung is definitely your dream guy, but little did you expect all of what exactly would unfold once you got him.

♡° includes. . . bottom!reader, even more horny bisexual hee!! lmao, lots & lots of kissing, dry humping, possessive heeseung, finger sucking, car sex (almost), blow job, orgasm prolonging, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)

♡° wc. . . 7k

°A/N. . . requested by many !! months & months later... finally 😮💨, i am so happy to be posting this!! i had no idea that so many of you would enjoy Uncanny, & i never intended on adding a second part. im just so mad it took me so long to write— so i’m sorry guys, i really hope its not awful !!!

. . . .% Part 1 ♡ % . . . .

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“so.... you two are now... dating...?”

three pairs of very beady yet confused eyes lingered before you in your family living room. their glances examined you head to toe, along with a certain 6' ft male who stood beside you.

you could feel your palm growing clammy in heeseung’s hold as you both timidly nodded, desperate to read the intent behind the deadpanned expression on your parents’ faces.

despite heeseung’s tall and stronger build, he almost felt his weakening knees give from beneath him as he caught eye contact with your sister-- his ex-- who had an ominously suspicious look on her face. he had seen this expression on her quite often, but was never the recipient. it was less than ideal.

“well, y/n, do you really like him?” your mother chimed, her puzzled tone cracking the silence.

all you could do was nod once again, slightly more fervently at the question. if only ‘like’ was enough to describe your feelings for the equally-as-nervous boy who stood fiddling with your fingers.

“and heeseung? do you really like my son?” your father spoke up this time, eyebrows transfixed as he sunk deeper into his leather recliner.

heeseung found himself only able to offer a shy nod as well, the soles of his shoes feeling as if they were hovering over lava from the heat of the atmosphere.

“words, son.” your dad sternly quipped.

it was unbelievable to heeseung how these two adults, whom he'd usually seen as secondary parents, suddenly felt like stone cold, life-sentencing supremes.

“yes–” the poor boy coughed, clearing his throat. “yes sir.”

the fluttering of your heart after hearing his confession out loud threatened to distract you from the anxiety that surged through your nerves, but one glance up at your sister snatched you back to reality.

you couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening. normally, you and your twin shamelessly spilled everything you thought and felt to one another without a second thought - but you could only feel like shit as your mind resurfaced flashbacks of heeseung working your body in ways you’d only dreamt about, while your sibling, who just so happened to be his former lover, lingered cluelessly outside your room.

you and the older male had debated often after your first hookup whether or not this was something you guys should make public, out of fear of what your sister would think.

but you knew you were too in love with heeseung– and always have been, to keep things suppressed. especially since neither of you showed signs of leaving what happened as a simple one night stand. so you chose the route of honesty, which lead you to the painfully awkward confession in front of your high council of family members.

“okay.” your mother, sister, and father chirped in a perky unison.

the air shifted, the imaginary weight your shoulders bore suddenly vanishing into nothingness.

“okay!?” you and heeseung blurted in an equally perplexed harmony.

“yeah, okay!” your sister responded, on her own this time.

she uncrossed her folded arms, picking up the laundry basket she was previously interrupted from lugging to her room. “whatever keeps mr. clingy out of my hair so often. he’s a lot like an abandoned puppy at times, you know... was starting to get a bit draining.”

“i’m... right here, you know.” heeseung mumbled out in response to your sister’s teasing. you noticed the tint of his cheeks growing red and couldn’t help but softly chuckle.

“honey, don’t be a bully.” your dad replied before your parents emitted a couple giggles themselves.

“i’m sure what she meant to say was,” your mother started, standing to grab her purse and approach heeseung. “we love having you around. you’ve been a part of this family for some time now, so as long as you take care of our son as well as you did our daughter, there’s no reason for us to not give you our blessing.”

and with that, she gave heeseung and yourself a quick peck to the cheeks before sauntering out of the room. she was followed shortly by the others, leaving just the two of you motionless as mannequins; both dumbfounded.

that was... easy. too easy.

the back of your head landed gently against your pillows as heeseung pressed a deep kiss into your lips, giddy giggles escaping the both of you.

the taller male’s hands casually roamed under your tank top as his mouth nearly swallowed you whole, pliantly groaning as he felt your fingers dance into his locks. his confidence was through the roof, the adrenaline from the confession still running ramped through his bones.

he rolled his hips flush into yours, smirking into the makeout after absorbing one of your small whimpers.

“what... even just happened?” you sighed out as heeseung moved to nip at your jaw.

“i have no fucking clue.” he chuckled between nibbles on your sensitive skin, tracing over the area under your ear with his eager tongue.

you moaned, tugging his head back to reconnect your lips and feel that very tongue glide over yours. you reveled in the feeling of his hands massaging you beneath your shirt, not even the slightest bit surprised when he lifted it high enough to place kisses on your tummy.

“i just don’t- seriously... how did we pull that off??” you babbled, genuinely baffled while heeseung adjusted between your legs into an easier position for planting pecks along your hips.

he hummed into your skin, propping one of your legs around his torso. “i don’t know, i guess we’re way better than we thought.”

heeseung’s kisses started growing hungrier, and he took the liberty to suck a few marks on the surface of your stomach amidst your confused rambling. your hips started instinctively rolling into his chest, and you bit back a moan from the friction of your member grinding against his solid pecs.

“seunggie, wait, literally everyone is still home...”

“so? we got the green light, didn’t we?” the boy taunts before playfully tugging on the waistband of your shorts.

you chuckle before nudging his hands away, scooting yourself back to sit up against your bed’s headboard. “i think so... but let’s talk about that first.”

heeseung huffed while blinking his gorgeous lashes at you, dramatically hovering above the empty silhouette of where your body was.

“talk about...?”

“well, the word my parents used. dating.” you uttered as if it were a curse word.

“you... want to talk about the word ‘dating’?” he questioned, shifting to prop his head up with an elbow.

“not the word itself, stupid- i just..... i think-” you stumbled, laughing to yourself while also resisting that familiar rosy blush from spreading on your cheeks. "i think if we’re officially a thing...”

heeseung hesitatingly nodded along with your words, his beautiful brown orbs watching you intently as if he was trying to read your mind.

“then shouldn’t we, like, do the things people who date do before we keep messing around? like,, don’t we have to do that sappy couple stuff before sex?”

heeseung couldn’t help but release a loud chuckle at your adorableness, attempting to muffle it in a nearby pillow. god, you wanted to at least pretend to be aggravated, but his laugh was just too damn cute.

“you’ve never dated anyone, have you?” he asked when he eventually finished his cackles.

“...is it that obvious?” you chime, your signature blush undeniably as present as ever.

the older boy cooed at you, quickly sitting up and pulling you into the empty space between his lap. he pecked your lips, running his thumb along the bridge of your nose and fondly examining your flustered face, a little too long for your liking, before finally speaking up.

“i mean, if my baby boy wants a date, then that’s what we’ll do. you’re right, we should get to know each other more first.”

you wanted to melt into a puddle and trickle all over his lap right then and there, and absolutely would if you physically could. you felt small, but protected, under heeseung’s gaze. something about the way he looked at you made your insides ignite with a feeling you’d never felt so intensely before, and you started to realize you were down… bad.

“okay!” you triumphed brightly.

you cupped your hands around his neck, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead before staring back into his eyes.

“where do you wanna go?” heeseung inquired, nonchalantly leaning back on his arms propped behind him.

“i don’t know? we just established i’m the one who’s never done this before!” you admitted while shifting your eyes down to his prominent adams apple, grazing your finger over it.

“fine, it’ll be a surprise. and you’re gonna love it. this friday.”

everything just sounded so cool coming from him, and he spoke in that careless manner that was just too hot to keep you focused.

“perfect,” you feigned confidence, having transitioned to fiddling with his hoodie’s drawstrings. “and... no more kissing until then.”

heeseung let out an exaggerated gasp, eyebrows furrowing at you.

you could only chuckle before being completely tackled back into your mattress, your boyfriend’s lips as relentless as ever.

so much for that rule.

two weeks later, you and heeseung were sickeningly attached by the hips— and lips— more than ever.

the boy had swooped you off your feet in every sense of the term. he took you on your first date, a dual movie-picnic date on his front lawn wrapped in warm blankets (all too cliché, but still didn’t fail to spark a storm of butterflies in your stomach), which led to your second. and then third. and then fourth... and they only got better each time.

after living a long, agonizing year of being secretly infatuated with him, you weren’t sure if it were physically possible to even fall for this guy any more.

yet, you were wrong.

through solely a few mere weeks, myriad of walks around town, and late night drives, you were seeing so many more sides of heeseung than you could’ve imagined. his charms, humor, honesty, chivalry, and even his flaws. you were taking in all of it. and he was learning so much more about you, beyond the fact of being the former love of his life’s twin brother.

you were growing obsessed with each other, and it showed. at no point in the day could heeseung keep his hands to himself anymore, and you were hardly complaining.

it even came down to the time you had to actually pry his lips from your neck in a public restaurant so that a stunned waitress, the unfortunate soul to serve your table, could finally take your order.

he just loved to show you off;

no matter where you were.

his tinge of possessiveness was a bit embarrassing at first, but god it was kinda hot. you were so caught up in the total package of lee heeseung that you hardly had sense to worry about anything else; not caring if you were in the seclusion of your rooms or a grocery store parking lot when he would snake one of his hands down your pants to greet your erection.

every little thing he did drove you crazy, and even more so vice versa.

little did you know, heeseung was operating from a slightly different source of obsession.

you sat in the passenger seat of heeseung's red mercedes, soft rnb music playing through your boyfriend's speakers as one of his hands securely held the back of your neck while he lathered your lips in passionate, lustful kisses.

you moaned as heeseung swirled his tongue in your mouth, taking his sweet time in tasting you and using his free hand to guide yours down to his crotch. you were hesitant, but couldn't resist pressing your palm to his member to feel how hard he already was.

heeseung exhaled from the pleasure, wasting no time in maneuvering your hand beneath his waistband. he swallowed a gasp that escaped your lips once he started shamelessly bucking his hips up into your hold.

it took strength, but you willed yourself to break apart from the kiss and give him a nervous look, considering the two of you were parked in front of his parent's house in broad daylight.

"babe," you spoke, catching your breath. "we're about to go inside, we shouldn't."

your boyfriend smirked at you, hearing your warning but noticing how you still hadn't retracted your hand from inside his pants. his eyes also caught the slowly forming tent in your own jeans.

"exactly, that's why we should get this out of the way now." he half whined, needily leaning over into your space and tugging at your hips. "my mom takes forever to get dinner ready, you know I can't wait."

his plush lips were immediately on your neck before you could rebut, him aiming straight for your weak spot. damn, he knew exactly how to kill your resolve in an instant.

you rolled your eyes, partially from annoyance but also from the way he groaned while sucking on your soft flesh. you fumbled a bit, climbing over the center console and settling atop of his thighs. his satisfied grin only grew wider before rushing to capture your lips again, his kisses as addicting as ever.

heeseung's large hands roamed up and down your back as he widened his jaw to deepen the kiss, and quickly settled them on your hips to grind you forwards on his lap.

your arms found purchase on his broad shoulders as you molded your mouths more fervently. heeseung repeated the action in a rhythm, pleased by how simple it was to get reactions out of you.

jolts of excitement tingled through your legs as your clothed bulges ran along each other, the feeling heavenly as you began bucking your hips on your own accord without his assistance. heeseung's hands snuck their way under your shirt and returned to roaming your back. he gently dragged his short nails along your skin, causing goosebumps to grow array all over you.

your own hands began unbuttoning his flannel and dipping under his collar, the familiar smoothness of his shoulders warm on your fingertips, helping settle your anxieties of being seen by the neighbors, or worse– his own parents who were inside the house mere steps away.

you couldn't understand how heeseung always had you in these sort of positions, but judging from the rock hard length pressing between your thighs, he was clearly into it.

heeseung could still feel your nervousness, and leaned back amused as he watched the embarrassment and pleasure battle for dominance on your face. he kissed the tip of your nose and chuckled.

"your sister used to love making out to this song." he mumbled in a low tone, dipping down to wrap his lips around your adams apple while simultaneously turning up the radio's volume.

you could barely register the odd statement as you threw your head back, eyes fluttering closed when heeseung started suckling and licking on the column of your throat in sync with the melodic tune that filled the car.

it was bliss, but just as you felt yourself drawing close to your high, the sentence rang through your head again.

your sister? this song? in this car?

suddenly, the image of your sister being in your exact same position– which she undoubtedly had been in several times before, flashed through your mind.

it caused you to jolt a little bit. heeseung paid no mind to the sudden action, thinking it was another one of your cute responses to his ministrations.

"uhm... hee?" your hips slowed to a halt, a bit of that familiar guilt settling into you again.

at first you thought it was just mindless sex talk, but as you had delved deeper into your official relationship with heeseung, you caught on to how often he would still talk about your twin, consistently making comparisons and recalling similarities between the two of you.

he wasn't necessarily wrong, but it was getting weirder as it progressed. you had just convinced yourself it was natural due to how similar you were with your sibling, and kept things pushing without dwelling on it for too long.

"hee?" you spoke again, opening your eyes when you hadn't gotten a response.

he hummed against your neck, sloppy kisses never ending in the crook of your neck. you managed to draw back, gently pushing his shoulders to disconnect from his lips. he looked at you quizzically, yet adoration still beaming in his eyes.

"i've been meaning to talk to you about-"

you were cut off by the abnormally loud ringing of his cell phone, which sat lodged in one of the car's cup holders. he sighed, telling you to wait just a moment when he read the caller id.

"hello? yeah mom, we just pulled up. we're coming in now." he exhaled, gently rubbing your thigh.

a huff of disappointment left your nose, but you were semi-grateful you didn't actually have to have the awkward conversion right before meeting his parents.

you gathered yourself back together, clasping the first few buttons of heeseung's shirt back together for him as he flattened the small wrinkles on yours.

he opened the car door, helping you climb out of his lap and onto the pavement, where you readjusted yourself in the reflection of the car's glass.

"after you, prince." heeseung gestured to his home's front door.

"but, it's your house." you responded.

"yeah, but... mom likes it when people make strong first impressions." the older boy grinned.

you took your bottom lip in between your teeth, a pool of nervousness returning to your gut as you realized you really had never met heeseung's parents before.

sure, they were all too familiar with your sister from their year together, but you were an entirely different story - an entirely more complicated story.

you knocked on the large glass front door nervously, heeseung standing just behind your shoulder. he leaned down to whisper.

"they don't take to strangers very well. if you get scared, tap my leg. they can be pretty tough."

heeseung was a liar.

you had received nothing but beaming smiles and suffocating hugs as soon as you stepped through the door.

you had prepared to walk into a homophobic hellfire, not knowing what sort of glares and comments would be thrown your way. setting the fact that you were a boy aside, you still had plenty to worry about.

heeseung left a committed relationship, albeit not by his own choice, just to end up with his girlfriend’s brother was quite a unique situation - yet it seems his parents hadn’t even thought about that as they chattered away through dinner table conversation. shit, the wholesome smile you were met with the second his mom opened the door would be tattooed in your mind forever.

“so, y/n dear, heeseung hasn’t been giving you too much trouble now, has he?” his mother asked as she cut her steak into tiny pieces from across the table.

“our son can be so lazy sometimes,” his dad chimed in with a chuckle. “gotta make sure he’s not constantly slacking off.”

you laughed, feeling like heeseung was being regarded as your new employee. you caught a slight frown on his face from his parents teasing, and you reached up to run your hand through his hair.

“i guess you could say he isn’t too bad.”

he looked to you quickly, an adoring smile growing, seemingly grateful you hadn’t joined in his parent’s shenanigans. or so he thought.

“except for when he takes forever to get out of bed. or to go run errands. or to-”

“alright!” he huffed, frustratingly spooning some food together on his plate.

you all erupted with laughter, he was so cute when he pouted. it was nice seeing lee heeseung, the confident athlete, get all blushy and shy around his parents - his usual commanding demeanor nowhere to be found as he sheepishly shoveled broccoli into his cheeks. yet another side of him you hadn’t expected to see, but made you fall just a little more.

you found yourself in heeseung’s room after dinner, a surprise to no one, after helping his parents clean the dishes afterwards.

you had taken the opportunity to spend more time laughing and teasing heeseung alongside his parents, so it was no shocker that he quickly whisked you away to his own private space - desperate to have all of your attention fully on him.

you giggled as you were ushered into his bedroom, his hands never leaving your waist until the door was securely shut.

“your parents are so much fun.” you beamed at the taller boy whose blush still lingered on his face.

“yeah, probably a little too much fun.” he huffed, walking over and plopping on his bed.

your eyes fondly gazed around his bedroom, surprisingly still somewhat childlike, figurines and pictures of his youth still lining the shelves. a genuine smile grew on your face. you really shouldn’t be shocked, he did often have the tendencies of a big baby.

“you know, mr. lee, you’re not all that of a tough guy.” you commented, reaching up to examine one of his action figures.

“oh, really? what makes you think that?” he chuckled back, discreetly unbuttoning his shirt while you were distracted.

“yeah… i don’t know why you put up the act so often, you’re really just a little softie. like i remember whe-” the words halted in their tracks when you turned to taunt him more, but froze at the view of his toned abs glaring right at you, jeans slightly lowered on his hips.

“is that so?” he responded lowly, tilting his head to the side. “why don’t you bring that little ass over here and see how much of a softie i really am?”

his words sent a wave of arousal straight to your cock, which you immediately tried to will from springing to action so quickly.

you let out a half-spirited scoff, trying to appear unbothered as he sat there and widened his legs while staring you down. but damn, the golden evening light that shone through his window was hitting him in all the right places. his solid abdomen lured you in while he lolled his head back, teasing you with the prominent grooves of his neck that had you practically squeezing your legs together.

damnit, he was temptation personified – too effortlessly hot for you to resist.

before you knew it your legs brought you to stand between his. he cocked an eyebrow before giving you another annoyingly sexy smirk and nodding his chin towards your own top.

“off.”

your face instantly surged with heat, but you couldn’t help but obey with the sudden authority he spoke with. in seconds your shirt was discarded and on the floor by his feet, a chill crawling across your topless chest.

“you know, i’m not really a fan of how much you used my parents to tease me tonight,” he said monotonously, raking a warm hand up your exposed torso. “i think you were enjoying it wayyy too much.”

his thumb found one of your perked nipples, rubbing in firm circles. you moaned at the sensation, just to hurriedly cover your mouth with your own hand, the realization that you were at his parents’ house hitting you once again.

“hee… wait.” you responded, attempting to take a step back.

heeseung only chuckled before catching you still with his free arm, continuing to play with your sensitive bud.

“where’s all the laughter now? you were having so much fun earlier, remember? let's keep that fun going.”

your boyfriend then leaned in to run his warm tongue over your other exposed nipple, causing you to hold back another whimper as your hands flew to his hair. he pulled your body closer as he started suckling on the bud, and you didn’t have it in you to fight it anymore. once he started working his mouth on you like this, you were puddy.

you cursed how weak you were to his actions, but even he could sense how badly you wanted him at all times.

“s-someones the jealous type, huh?” you stuttered, sounding way less intimidating than you wanted. “even over your parents, hm?”

he released your bud with a wet pop, dark eyes shooting straight up to yours before returning his lustful gaze to your body. your limbs started to quake with desire.

“how could i not be? when i have all of this just for me…”

both of his hands held your hips as he licked a long, teasing strip up your torso before finishing it with a peck to your chest. he locked eyes with you again, his determined pupils staring deep into your trembling, desperate ones. he enunciated his next words slow and smooth, like honey.

“just… for… me…”

you pounced first. you couldn’t take it anymore, the alluring mischief in his eyes and addictive touch all over your physique had you grinding your topless bodies together like animals. your limbs entangled with his as your mouths waged war together, the possessive bites against your lips sending your mind into a daze.

he effortlessly flipped you over, taking the advantage to grind down on you even stronger one last time before working the zipper of your jeans. he stripped the both of you down to your boxers in record time, licking his lips as he watched you begin to palm your own growing bulge - putting on a show for him.

“you’re going to absolutely kill me.” heeseung muttered, trying to control the raging need surging throughout him.

“your parents might do that for me, if they catch us.” you speak with a newfound confidence, hiding the fact that you were completely mortified of that exact occurrence.

heeseung chuckled before shimmying your last layer of underwear off, leaving you fully exposed for him as he lowered his own and started pumping his unbelievably large member.

“we won’t have to worry about it if you can stay quiet, prince.”

you thought heeseung was about to just dive into you raw as he lowered his muscular body to yours, but relaxed when you felt him reach under his pillow to grab a bottle of lube. your eyes grew wide.

“you planned this!” you gasped, fauxing a complaint.

“shh shhh.” heeseung hushed you, tapping his fingers against your lips.

narrowing your gaze at him, you didn’t hesitate to trap his fingers between your lips, emitting a low groan from your throat as you ran your tongue over his digits. you successfully caught him off guard, if his quiet gasp was anything to go by, but a sly grin crept on his face.

“naughty boy, trying to do my job for me. are you that excited?” he commented before yanking his digits from your mouth, chuckling at your pout.

he leaned down to swiftly place a flurry of pecks on your plump lips while lubing his fingers up, right before he reached down to push them into your entrance. you moaned into the air much louder than before, causing his other hand to toss the bottle of lube and clamp your mouth shut.

“god, baby, do you want them to hear us? control yourself.” he smirked, finding all too much pleasure in the way your eyes rolled back when he began pumping his digits in and out of you.

a mantra of muffled sounds flew from your mouth into heeseung’s palm, and thankfully so, since your body had already compromised your self control. when he finally pulled his fingers from your ass, you whined at the loss of contact.

“heeseung, please fuck me already. please.” you breathlessly begged once he removed his palm from your mouth.

again, heeseung mercilessly chuckled down at your state.

“such a needy boy… so fucked out and i haven’t even done much.”

you wanted to banter back like you usually would, but this man had already reduced you into such a desperate mess with nothing but a couple minutes and his hands. he learned so quickly how your body worked, and how much of an affect his words had on you. once you were turned on by him, you wanted– needed every ounce of him as soon as you could have him.

feeling merciful, heeseung lined up his girth with your entrance, pushing in slowly. this time, it was an equal struggle for both of you to keep yourselves quiet, the size of his length and intense look into your eyes causing you to melt while your hole sucked him in so desperately.

“fuck, fuck. still such a tight ass. my boyfriend really loves my cock, hm?” heeseung grunted, trying to keep himself together when he saw tears of pleasure form at the corner of your eyes.

you nodded your head, unable to form words at the pleasurable pain you felt. your fingers curled into his dark locs as he lowered his head to sink his teeth into your neck, sucking marks there in order to keep quiet. you were fighting with everything in you to not scream and beg him for more, for him to fully consume you.

“h-hee,” you whined, trying to keep it a whisper. “more.”

your hands sprawled along his toned back, feeling his muscles ripple as he began rutting his hips into yours, releasing deep moans into your neck. the vibration had you feel like you were levitating, a sensation only heeseung seemed to bring you.

legs sliding along his strong thighs, you wrapped them around his torso as he picked up in speed, your vision blurring over at his power.

“you’re so sexy, baby. sucking me in so well, making me lose my fucking mind.” he commented between the harsh nips along your jaw, sweat starting to bead around his forehead. “what if my parents came in here and saw me wrecking you like this? would you like that? my mom seeing me do all of this to you right here after breaking up with your sister.”

you squeezed your legs tighter around his torso as he spoke, causing you to moan out loud once feeling your leaky cock rub against his solid abs. before heeseung could shush you, you clenched down on his fat length while your liquids shot out over his chest - him finding the moment so hot that it was only a second before he was emptying out in you as well.

he collapsed on top of you after as you both silently gasped for breath, but you welcomed the crushing feeling.

you couldn’t believe you just screwed him in his childhood room, with his parents just on the other side of the door, praying they didn’t hear you. but knowing how turned on heeseung was by risks, you should’ve known this was gonna be how the night would end.

after just sitting in eachothers embrace for a while, you finally sat up, heeseung leaning over to place even more kisses on your glossed over lips, never getting enough of you.

“lets get cleaned up and head to bed, prince. my parent’s already know you’re staying the night.”

“staying the night?” you questioned tilted your head. you saw another sinister glint in his eye as he kissed you one more time.

“yeah, you still gotta meet my grandparents tomorrow.”

you drug your feet through the threshold of your home, utterly exhausted. it had been a long day of class, filled with a suspicious amount of exams and lectures compared to normal, but you were relieved to finally be done with the day.

heeseung had texted you just as you had begun driving home, telling you he was already at your place helping your dad with chores around the house. you smiled to yourself, still giddy over how perfect he was and thankful for the loving relationship between him and your family – you couldn’t wait to finally see him after such a draining day.

it was oddly silent as you walked through the house, failing to have found heeseung when visiting your parent’s room in hopes to collapse in his arms as soon as possible.

you heard giggling rise in volume as you crossed the house and neared your room. you drew closer to your door, hearing muffled sounds just behind it. when you curiously turned the doorknob, the sight of heeseung looming over your twin sister, mouth practically devouring her, caused you to stand frozen - blood running cold under your skin.

you stood speechless, tears beginning to well as you watched their lips passionately interlock in a noisy makeout just like they had done months before, tongues brazenly running along each other as wanton moans filling the atmosphere.

you tried to speak but could only choke out a sob, your knees threatening to betray you. heeseung and your sister paused, turning their heads towards you after hearing the sound. they both stared at you pathetically, and simply chuckled before heeseung returned his grip on your own headboard, continuing to thrust his tongue into your sister’s mouth - the latter resuming to claw at your boyfriend’s naked back and moaning smugly.

you were stunned, and wanted to scream, cry, or throw anything you could get your hands on at them…

but instead, you woke up.

your body jolted up in bed, met with a dimmed room and a ray of moonlight beaming onto you - reflecting a sheen of sweat on your face.

glancing around the darkened room, your eyes found the clock at read 1:25 am. not far from your line of sight was heeseung himself sprawled out beside you, softly snoring away with an arm draped over your waist. you noticed you were in one of his baggy shirts, the previously comforting smell almost causing you to grow nauseous.

you couldn’t control your breathing, stinging feelings of betrayal and embarrassment still burning in your gut from your dream - rather, nightmare.

you let out a deep sigh once you finally realized everything you had seen in your sleep state wasn’t real… everything except the tears. you felt salty droplets drip from your chin and onto heeseung’s arm, who began to stir.

humiliated, you tried to shuffle back down into your prior position in order to avoid waking up heeseung, failing to soften your fast breathing or stop your flow of tears.

but alas, as if your uncomfortability set off an inner alarm of his, heeseung had awoken. you felt him lean up on his elbow, arm lazily pulling you towards him.

“whats wrong, y/n?” he asked in a groggy voice.

immediately, another stream of tears raced down your cheek at the sound of his voice. it was embarrassing how worked up you had managed to get from a simple dream, but you almost felt sick even being this close to him, although he had done nothing wrong.

it had finally become too much; your insecurity and constant comparisons to your sister had caught up to you. the continuous chipping away at your rose-colored view of heeseung had ultimately found you, and it hurt like a bitch. your intrusive thoughts were convincing you that you were nothing but a rebound-by-blood, a second best option.

refusing to have heeseung see you like this - a sobbing mess in the middle of the night, you remained facing away from him, not answering his initial call.

“y/n.” he spoke again, a little more cognisant. he turned your body over, squinting at you through the dim lighting, before his eyes gently widened. “what happened? bad dream?”

he was right, but it was more so your subconscious so cruelly giving you a visionary of what you had secretly been scared of this whole time. sitting up, you wiped away the wet streaks on your face.

“heeseung… do you like me?”

the older male furrowed his brows. “babe, what? i-”

“im serious. do you like, me?” you insisted, doubt slithering its way onto your expression.

“where the hell is this coming from?” heeseung sighed, pushing himself to fully sit up.

“everytime we’re together, you always talk about her. how much i look like her, sound like her, the things i do… the things we do…"

as much as it pained you to finally ask this question out loud, you couldn't keep it in anymore.

"you’re not over my sister, are you?”

your beady eyes held a tundra of anxiety in them, with heeseung’s almost bulging out of his head.

“you make me feel like i’m not even my own person, hee.” you continued, voice cracking between sobs. “you’re still hung up on her and you just use me, don't you? just to feel like you’re still close to her.”

heeseung was baffled at your accusation, and was ready to rebut everything, until a wave of awareness crashed over him. his gaze softened, hearing the doubt and self-consciousness in your voice. he turned his body to face you directly.

“y/n. i won’t lie to you. when your sister dumped me, my entire world felt like it was shattering. i had gotten use to a life with her, and i did have genuinely strong feelings for her… i thought she was my everything.”

you could feel yet another dam breaking behind your eyelids, closing them shut in order to keep the waterworks from flowing.

“but,” he spoke firmly, taking both of your hands in his before you could retract them. “i love you, y/n. i love you. when i started seeing you, i did think it would just be a way for me to move on, but you are amazing. so fucking amazing. everything you do, all you've done for others,, i’ve fallen so fucking hard for the person that you are. you’ve made me feel things she never did, and never could. i’m sorry i’d been so caught up on your sister before, i guess i just wasn’t ready to move on as soon as i thought. but there is absolutely nobody i’d rather be with than you�� right now, in this moment. i promise you that with every fiber of my entire being.”

with that, the well overflowed, streams of tears treading down your skin and landing on the interlocked knuckles of you and heeseung. you knew telling the truth, his words smashing down and easing away each wall of doubt you had in your mind.

you were so unbelievably in love with this man, and a tender wave of relief radiated throughout your body when you caught the reassuring smile he gave you, closing the distance to attach your lips in a loving kiss.

the kiss deepened as you grabbed the sides of his face, pouring all of your emotions into the gates of his lips, melting into the comfort of his affection. his long arms wrapped around you and pulled you under him, meeting no resistance.

he moaned into your mouth when you licked at his lips, letting you in easily. he kissed you sensually, slower than any other time before, refusing to detach your mouths until you absolutely needed to breathe.

“never gonna make you doubt how much i love you again,” he whispered into your neck as he started laying sweet kisses to your soft skin, hands gently roaming every inch of you.

his supple lips felt like heaven as they followed his path down your body, taking his time to suck marks into every inch as he lowered himself. when he reached your hips he left wet open-mouthed kisses along the waistband of your boxers, looking up at you with his beautiful orbs for permission as his hands tugged at the seams.

the butterflies returned when you nodded at him, running your hands along the grooves of his biceps. he removed your underwear, not wasting any time in placing kisses to your shaft, chills shooting up your spine at the sensation. his nose poked at your pelvis as he lightly dragged his lips up to your tip, before taking your length whole in his mouth.

you gasped as the warmth of his mouth, hardly having the energy to react to the pleasure. your head fell to the side of the pillow as your erection was soothed over by heeseung’s talented tongue, flattening along your member licking up and down before he started bobbing his head.

his large hands kept your body still from squirming as he showed your cock attention, occasionally humming and sending more waves of electricity through your legs.

“feel s’good… gonna come.” you muttered not long after he started, only causing a satisfied groan to rumble through his throat.

he released your member and lowered just to prod his tongue at your rim, before suckling gently on your balls and recapturing your cock in his mouth in one swift motion. a couple more strokes of his precise tongue and you were spilling into heeseung’s mouth, shuddering when he didn’t waste a drop.

he repositioned back above your body, and you had only then noticed he’d slept in just his boxers, his neck chain dangling in front of your face. you ran your hands up his toned torso, once again growing obsessed with the feeling of his skin on yours.

the look of utter adoration in his eyes felt heavy on your form, and you could already feel yourself wanting more when he dipped down to place searing kisses to your jaw and grind your hips together.

“i love you baby, let me keep making you feel good.” he spoke, nipping at your earlobe while reaching down to stroke your member back to attention.

“please, baby. i love you too. and i want you so bad, forever.” you admitted, feeling the breath of a light chuckle against your cheek.

just as you wished, his thick length had entered you, gliding along your walls in no time with a delicious friction that you never got tired of. except this time, more than just desire and arousal, the friction brought a comfort, a feeling of love you could feel surging throughout your whole body.

“you can have all of me, whenever you want, prince. i belong only to you.”

#heeseung x male reader #enhypen x male reader #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #kpop male reader #kpop smut #enhypen male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x reader #male reader smut #lee heeseung #kpop imagines #kpop lgbtq #enhypen fluff

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a-whispering-echo · 23 days ago

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Childhood, Pasta, Rabbit

hi! have one of the oneshots from my oneshot book on Ao3! as a treat!

this features pretty shitty child abuse from an older sibling to note! both verbal and physical, as well as threats and the use of poison! dont read if you dont feel comfortable with that! i entirely understand, stay safe <3

for the rest of you...

The pen wasn't worth stealing.

It wasn't really anything special anyway, just a regular ballpoint pen, but its cover was a pretty shade of blue, and the top part was clear, with small beads inside that rattles when you shook it. He just wanted it, and not even to keep! He only wanted to shake it a few times, in futile hopes the clatter of charms might deafen the roaring noise in the back of his head.

It likely wouldn't, but at this point he'd try anything.

Clutching his bunny, he'd reached up, hand crawling over his brothers desk while he was looking away, and was almost there when the fist slammed down on his tiny hand.

Yelping in pain, Sans flinched back. As he clutched his teddy close to his chest, he stared up at the glaring eyes of his brother.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

He knows better than to respond by now.

Eyes downcast, he shuffles his feet, surreptitiously rubbing at his now bruising hand. It was always better if he didn't say anything, he usually gave up if he didn't talk back.

"Huh? I know you're not mute! You gabble on all the fucking time! Speak! And look me in the eye when i'm speaking to you!"

Hesitantly, he turns his face up, locking gazes with the furious glower from his brother, his jaw clenched hard.

"I-"

The sound of the impact echoed around the now dead silent room.

Face stinging, he clenched his eyes shut. His ears rang as little white dots filled his vision, struggling to stay upright as the ground swayed below him.

"Useless shit."

He didn't stop at the slap.

Punches, kicks, hits of all kinds. He even brought out attacks at some point. Sans wouldn't be able to tell you what happened exactly, it was all a blur really, but he definitely could remember the pain, and what happened next.

Papyrus brought out the blue magic.

He'd always been brilliant at it, and there was once a time where Sans would stand in awe at the incredibly power his brother wielded, able to pick up entire people with but a flick of his wrist. Able to save him from certainly terrible falls.

He wasn't saving him anymore.

Picking his soul up, Papyrus flipped the gravity on Sans multiple times - left, up, down, left, right, down, up, right - disorienting him enough that he didn't notice when the next fling took him longer to reach the wall, and once he had, it was too late.

Sans' leg snapped with a deafening crack.

Wailing and bawling in pain, he clutched at his bunny, now stained in his own blood, in the vain hope it might save him. He wasn't a baby, he knew it couldn't, but something about staring into it calming button eyes brought a sense of serenity to him normally, now it couldn't.

God, it hurt so much, he can't breathe-

He needs to get away, where to doesn't matter, just away, away-

He starts crawling, knees bucking due to the weight being put on his fractured leg, but that doesn't matter, doesn't matter…

The weight of his heavy heeled shoe came crushing down on his head, forcing him to stay still, "Try and run again, and I'll break your other leg." He spoke, his voice a threatening growl, as he grabbed Sans by his non broken leg, and dragged him towards the staircase.

He flung the tiny body on the bottom step of the staircase with little care for how its owner landed, "Sit there and don't move, I'll know if you do, I'm always watching you."

And with that, he walked to the kitchen, leaving Sans whimpering on the stairs.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there, just that it was long enough for darkness to fall, and the shadows that crept through the corners of his vision to grow, before Papyrus came back, grabbing him by the ears on his hood, and dragging him to the table.

"Eat."

The spaghetti didn't… look right, but he hadn't eaten in days, and his magic stores were beginning to eat themselves, and at this point, he was willing to risk eating the discoloured and slimy looking noodles he had been offered.

They didn't taste right either.

"Papy,… that tasted funny." He whispered, looking up at his brother standing over him, and he looked strangely.. yellow? Like someone had sun-bleached his eyelights, as the world looked sweetly honey toned. Maybe, he was wrong all along, maybe his brother was good, because the halo of light that surrounded him made him look holy, like an angel come to correct his sins he had been accused of all his life.

A few minutes later, he felt awful, his soul beating strangely, speeding up, before slowing down after a while. He'd lost sensation in his arms and legs, but when he'd looked down to check if they were still even there, they were twitching, like someone had attached string to fingers to make him dance in an unwilling puppet show.

Abnormally enlarged eyelights stare at his brother in shock, begging him silently for help. His brother only smiled.

"You'll be gone before anyone even notices anythings wrong."

Hyperventilating, the skeleton sat up, clutching at the small rabbit toy he'd kept all these years, still faintly stained with his own blood, trying desperately to hide his tears as he bit down on the hood of his jacket to muffle his cries.

"…Dust?"

Backing away from the shadow creeping closer, Dust backs away as much as he can, but mostly just wedging himself in the gap between the wall and the bed frame, "No, no please.. please don't…" He flinches away from the hand reaching for him, ready to hit him-

"Shh, it's okay, you're okay, it was… just a nightmare…" The monster holds him close to their chest, slowly rocking the trembling form in a way the was strangely calming.

"They can't hurt you anymore."

#undertale au #undertale #dust sans #dusttale #dusttale sans #dust!sans #rue writes #angst #whump #tws above #tw #hurt/comfort #and by that i mean the comfort is about as present as my father

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analogwriting · 11 months ago

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 4: Copper

Killer x gn!reader

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“Ah, I see they’ve upgraded to a scrapyard, hm?” You looked around, stepping over bodies. You assumed this was the first gang that your brother and his friends took care of. You examined them as you walked, noticing none of them were dead, just knocked out. Good. Sometimes your brother could get hot headed - you didn’t want him to kill anyone. Especially if this was just some kind of weird test of strength.

You noticed your brother and Killer on the ground in the middle of a clearing. Oh, this was most definitely a trap. However, you didn’t care as you rushed forward. “Tungsten! Killer!” You looked over the both of them, untying them and checking their vitals. Both of them were fine for the most part, just beat up real good.

“You shouldn’t…have come,” you heard Killer say. You rolled your eyes. “You should know by now I can’t just stand idly by.”

“He’s…right. They wanted to bring you here,” Eustass said, slowly sitting up. “Ah, don’t strain yourselves.” You sighed, looking at Heat and Wire. You handed them your bag. “You two work on patching them up for the time being, I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Having someone fight your battles again, Kid?” You heard a familiar voice. It was a couple octaves deeper since it had been a couple of years, but it was still recognizable. You felt your blood boil as you stood, gripping your bat tightly as you turned to glare at him.

Nathan and his friends all seemed much larger than before. Seemed everyone around you was growing while you seemed to stop doing so. You watched as Nathan walked over to you, easily towering you. Shit, he even seemed taller than your brother. Great. Awesome. This was gonna be fantastic.

“Long time, no see, y/n,” he said and you made a face. “Gross. I don’t like it when you say my name.” He just laughed, throwing his head back and making a spectacle of it. Your deadpan expression didn’t change. Was he always this annoying? You felt like he was more irritating than before. Maybe it was because you were in a sour mood.

Though, when it came to these things, you were always in a sour mood.

“You’re funny, you know that? I’ve waited for this moment a long time. You humiliated me last time and it seems that the gods have taken pity on me. Given me a chance for revenge by bringing you to me.” A smirk spread across his face and you just blinked.

“The gods did not bring me here. You beat up my brother and his friends more than likely knowing that’s how you’d be able to drag me out.” You twirled your bat in your hand and rested it on your shoulder as you looked up at him, absolutely bored of this conversation.

Nathan’s eye twitched. “You dare mock the gods?” A dark look spread across his face. “No wonder they brought you to me. You must be punished.”

You blinked. What the hell was he going on about? You shook your head, knowing there was no point in arguing with a madman. He was blind with revenge and you just needed to put him in his place again. Easy.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed his cronies stepping closer to the two of you. You were currently running a million different plans through your mind. They were all much larger than you and had been fighting all these years. Sure, you sparred with the boys, but that was different. That wasn’t genuine fighting. They were all bigger too, but you could use that to your advantage. As long as you were quick enough on your feet…

You heard someone step from behind you, and you turned, swinging without hesitation. They stopped short, but you still clipped them in the jaw. They reeled back, holding it. “Fuck,” they grumbled and you gave a sheepish grin. “Don’t scare me like that.” Upon further inspection, you realized that it was the Nathan guy’s brother. You remember him trying to make a big stink about whomever their father was.

Two different people lunged at you from opposite directions with swords and you felt your body move on its own and that familiar feel of excitement. One backflip later and you had dodged their attack.

“Still as nimble as ever, I see,” Nathan commented from his position. He hadn’t moved from his spot, more than likely enjoying the show.

You heard a cry, looking over to see one of the sword wielders lunging at you. You turned out of the way, ending up right next to them as you swung your bat at the same time. Unfortunately for them, they turned to move but caught your weapon to their face, sending them flying. You flinched. “Whoops,” you said, still lack of emotion on your face. You walked over to them noticing they were bleeding, but breathing. “Oh good.”

You didn’t come here to kill anyone.

“I’d get them to a doctor soon. They have a skull fracture and probably internal blee-”

“Yeah, because of you, you bastard,” you heard someone ground out. You looked over, ducking as they swung a two by four at you.

You stood back up only to have your feet knocked out from under you by another person. You crashed to the ground backwards, but were able to bring your bat up in time to stop the barrage of fists from connecting with you.

They grabbed at your bat, trying to rip it away from you, but you held onto it. With a burst of strength, you pushed forward, pinning them to the ground this time. You let go of your bat, confusing them in the process. This gave you enough time to punch them square in the face without issue. Twice. Then you stood up, ripping your bat out of their hands as they covered their face and curled up in pain.

“Broken nose, fractured jaw. Probably a couple missing teeth,” you said.

Two down, three to go. They might have all been bigger, but they didn’t seem to be all that much tougher. You heard a battle cry, once again coming from above. “This again?” You stepped out of the way, letting them land on the ground before bringing your bat down on their back and knocking the wind out of them. They moved their arm, swiping their sword at you as a last ditch attempt and you jumped back, swinging your weapon and knocking their sword from their hand. The clattering echoed in the scrapyard.

You heard a cry, but this one wasn’t a battle one. And it was your brother. You whipped around, seeing the Delmark brother holding your brother by the hair with a blade pressed to his neck. “Eustass!” You stepped towards him. “Ah, ah,” his captor said, pressing the blade further into his neck and drawing a bit of blood.

You stopped cold. “Bigs, don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” your brother ground out, but it was obvious that was a lie. They had already been pretty banged up, so they couldn’t fight back very well.

“Drop your weapon if you want him to live.” With no hesitation, your weapon dropped to the ground, the sound of steel on the concrete echoing all around. Your mind raced with what you should do now. There were two left. The brothers. If you could just get the one off yours-

Then you felt something metal press against your head and the click of a barrel. A gun? Were they fucking serious right now? Bringing a gun to a gang fight was against the unspoken rules but…you guessed this wasn’t the normal gang fight. They didn’t plan on letting you live this whole time. Fuck.

Your own eyes were wide and so were Eustass’. “Bigs…” Even the other boys were staring at you, frozen. With their own leader being held at knife point and you with a gun against your head, they couldn’t do much without someone ending up dead. You had to think fast.

Then your brother started squirming. You saw as the blade dug further into his skin. “Eustass, stop!” You stepped forward, stopping as you felt the gun press further into your head as Nathan’s voice boomed. “You want me to kill them?” Eustass immediately froze, obviously not wanting you to be hurt in any way.

“That’s better. Be a good boy and sit there, this is between me and y/n.”

His attention turned back to you. “Now, simple question. Whose life are we sparing? Your life or th-”

“Theirs.”

“Bigs!” You shot a glare at your brother and he just looked at you. It was filled with all kinds of emotion. Hurt, worry, sadness, anger, panic, just about all of them were going through his face right now. As well as the others.

You looked at Eustass. “Do you trust me?” He blinked, but nodded.

“What the hell do you think you’re gonna be able to do in your situation,” Nathan cackled. “There’s nothing you can do!”

You heard the gun click as he readied it once more and you ducked right before he pulled the trigger. The bullet missed you and flew right for Nathan’s own brother, hitting him between the eyes - killing him instantly. You heard the gun drop to the ground as well as Nathan dropping to his knees. “No…”

You didn’t want there to be a death today, but you didn’t have a choice.

You stood up, picking up your bat in the process. “Maybe you shouldn’t play around with guns if you’re not prepared for the consequences,” you said, your voice hollow. You stood above Nathan as he looked at you. With one quick movement, you used the butt of your baseball bat, bringing it down on his head to strike him down.

You thought you could stop there, but the anger and rage was slowly consuming you and you wanted nothing more than this man to be dead. This was twice he had brought harm to your brother. The first time was just because your brother was hot headed, but this time was for some petty revenge for a children’s scuffle. You were all young back then but he had kept ahold of that?

You held your bat over your head, ready to bring it down on his skull in one, killing blow. “This won’t happen again.” You brought your bat down, only for you to feel it be yanked out of your hands. You turned, swinging your fist on whomever was going to fuck with you this time only for them to catch your fist and spin you around to pin your arm against your back. “Fuckin-” You squirmed against them.

“Let go!”

You brought your head up to try to headbutt whomever it was, only to meet solid chest. Of course you weren’t tall enough. You tried to solidify your stance to try and throw them over you but they dropped to their knee, causing you to fall on your own ass, but still being restrained. You continued to struggle before a voice finally broke through all the blind rage.

“Y/n, please calm down.” Killer? You immediately stopped. You supposed that made sense. Whomever had a hold on you hadn’t tried harming you in any way. Wait, but wasn’t he injured? How the hell was he able to hold you down so well? Were you that tapped out without realizing it?

Now that you were calming down, all the energy was leaving your body. However, you knew that you needed to properly patch everyone up, so you couldn’t collapse now. “You can let me go now,” you said, feeling irritation settling in. He did, standing up and helping you do the same.

You dusted yourself off. “Why did you do that? He doesn’t deserve to live after all he’s done,�� you grumbled, glaring at Nathan who was curled up on the ground. Whether or not he was conscious, you had no idea. You reached for your bat only for Killer to kick it away. You glared at him.

“What’s the fucking problem?”

“You need to calm down,” he said, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read.

“I am calm!”

“Clearly.” He folded his arms across his chest and you glared at him.

Your brother picked up your bat, looking at it before he looked at you. You held your hand out for it and he shook his head, stepping back with it. “Eu-”

“With that look in your eye that you had as you swung at Killer, I don’t think you would’ve stopped at Nathan.” You noticed him clench his jaw and worry seemed to outline his features.

“What are you going on about?” You groaned, putting your hands on your hips. You were beyond irritated now.

“You looked damn near ready to kill him.”

“Yeah with what he-”

“Not Nathan.”

You stopped, blinking. Your brother looked at you. “I think if we hadn’t stopped you when we did, you would’ve taken all of us out. Even when you did see it was Killer that had taken the bat, you proceeded to swing anyway. The bloodthirsty look didn’t leave your eyes.” He clicked his tongue, placing your bat over his shoulder.

You looked between them before you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You two are dramatic.” You turned on your heel to head out of the scrapyard. “I wouldn’t hurt you guys.” You placed your hands behind your head as you walked. “Let’s go, I need to patch you up.”

“Where the hell are you going?” You turned to look at Nathan on the ground. He looked at you, grief and anger in his eyes. “Finish me off.”

You knew he was going to be torn up over his brother. The merciful thing would be to end him now, but…

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” you said, walking away. He needed to suffer to atone for what he’d done. He broke the rules for fighting and brought a gun. This was his own fault. He pulled the trigger without thinking of all the possibilities that could happen.

Back at home, you started patching everyone up properly. You were quiet for the most part, mulling over what had happened. Were you really that bad? Would you have harmed your brother and his friends had they not stepped in when they did?

You pushed those thoughts away. There was no point in worrying right now. What’s done is done and you had a job to do. Your brother was in the worst condition out of everyone. He had a broken arm and a broken leg, so you set him up in bed before you started to patch him up. Your salve could heal up cuts and scrapes pretty quickly, but not broken bones.

Maybe that would be what you worked on next. Something to speed up the process of healing bones.

Heat and Wire were pretty straight forward. They had cuts and scrapes, but nothing your medicine couldn’t heal up quickly. You also made a mental note to run to the store later. You still hadn’t been able to scale back the side effects for how hungry it made everyone. And with the five of you, you knew you’d be going through a lot of food the next week or so.

“Y/n.” You were brought back to reality as Killer sat in front of you. “Ya seem spaced out. You alright?” You looked at him and nodded, offering a small smile. “Yeah. Just thinking about what to get from the store later. We’re all going to be quite famished once the salve kicks in.”

Killer chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re too good to us.” You just scoffed, rolling your eyes as you looked him over. After your assessment, you came to the conclusion that he had a nasty gash in his head that needed to be stitched up and a sprained ankle. Nothing you couldn’t take care of quick.

“Now, I’m going to need to stitch up your head.” You moved to clip his hair out of the way so you had better access to the wound. “It’s gonna hurt, especially since it’s on your head.”

The man before you just scoffed and shrugged. “I’ll be fine. Nothing I can’t handle.” You prepared your things and looked at him from your peripherals. “Uh huh. You keep that spirit when you start raw dogging these stitches.” A small grin spread across your face and he chuckled.

You stood in between his legs so you could look over his head better. “We’re gonna have to get real close and personal here,” you mumbled, trying to still your racing heart. You could feel your down face warming up, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to see you since he had to keep looking down so you could see what you were doing.

“Fine by me.” You heard him say. You took a deep breath. “Here we go…”

The moment you pierced his skin, he hissed in pain. His hands found their way to your hips and gripped them tightly. Your body immediately reacted, heating up and your eyes widened in surprise. You bit back any kind of noise that was currently trying to escape your mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You cleared your throat, trying so fucking hard to concentrate on your task at hand. It was damn near impossible because every time he let up, he’d squeeze again when you had to pierce his skin once more. Why the fuck hadn’t you developed some kind of numbing cream yet? That was your next project, for sure.

Once finished, you took the clip out of his hair and he seemed to realize that his hands were on your hips. “Oh…uh…” You looked down at him as his face seemed to turn red. A fever? “So-” He pulled his hand away and you noticed blood.

“Where did that come from?” You looked at his hand, looking for some kind of cut when he pulled his hand away, pulling you closer. Your face went red. “Kill-”

“It’s coming from you.” He lifted your shirt partly and you looked down, noticing a big gash in your torso that went from your side over and down to the front of your hip, near your pelvis. “Oh, would you look at that…”

“It’s coming from here too,” he mumbled, holding up your arm, revealing another cut down the underside. “Huh…I didn’t even notice…”

Though, now that your adrenaline was finally dying down, fatigue was catching up to you and you felt yourself sway a bit. Just how much blood have you lost?

Killer quickly stood up, sitting you down instead. “What do I need to do?” he asked and you shook your head, grabbing your utensils. “‘S fine. I’ll do it,” you mumbled, feeling your head start to spin. You closed your eyes for a moment to regain your composure.

“Like hell you’re fine,” he mumbled, swatting your hands away from your equipment. You opened your eyes and frowned. “You all are really bad at stitches,” you whined softly. You were on a rapid decline.

“We don’t have a choice now, do we? Start instructing me before you pass out and then you’re really fucked.”

You made a face and sighed. You moved to sit in the chair sideways, leaning on the back so that Killer had more access to the wound. “Holy shit,” he mumbled. “That bad, huh?” You snorted.

You heard fabric tearing and it seemed to sober you up momentarily. “What the fuck?” You looked down, noticing he had torn away parts of your shirt to access the wound better.

He looked at you with a raised brow. “How else am I supposed to be able to see properly with all this fabric in the way?” You just rolled your eyes. He looked at you for a moment. “What?”

“I’m trying to think of the best way to position myself…” You blinked slowly before looking down. Yeah, it was at a weird angle. He knelt down next to the chair. “This’ll have to do,” he mumbled. You nodded, resting your elbow back on the table to try and keep your arm out of the way while Killer worked under your instruction.

After a few minutes of guiding Killer through it, he seemed to get it. While his stitches were uneven and not perfect, they weren’t that bad either. “Bigs, what the fuck?” You looked over, seeing your brother being supported by Heat as they entered the kitchen with Wire in tow. “The fuck are you doing out of bed?” you demanded.

He completely ignored you. “Did that happen during the fight?”

“No, I just did this right now for fun.” You rolled your eyes.

“Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

“Probably because I didn’t notice?” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “I swear, tungsten, don’t pick a-” Killer hit a particularly tender spot and you hissed, not having the most control of your movements as you suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged on it rather roughly.

He let out a low groan in response, his own movements stopping. You were just lucky his injury had been on the other side of his head. “Are you okay?” you heard your brother ask. “The fuck do you think? I’m getting fucking stitches.” That’s when you noticed Killer’s hair still balled in your fist and you immediately let go.

“Shit, sorry,” you grumbled. He didn’t say anything as he took a moment before starting once more. You noticed his face growing more red. Maybe he had an infection? You made a mental note to check for a fever when he was done.

Once he finished up, he quickly excused himself. You assumed he might be salty at you for tugging on his hair. You had just patched up a wound on his head, probably hurt him. Shit. You sighed, shifting yourself to sit in the chair correctly.

“How about we order pizza tonight?” Your brother’s face lit up along with the others’. “Fuck yeah.” You slowly stood up, heading towards the drawer to grab a menu.

There was no way in hell you were going to be able to cook tonight.

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