#killer x black!femreader

[luffysgomugomuprincess]

Killer x Black! Fem Reader

Warnings: Stalking, Rough sex, slight choking ... A Michael Myers AU

Rhythmic breathes left your mouth as you sprint through the wooded area. He was closing in, and your feet were growing tired from all of the running. I .. have to hide some where.

Ducking behind a tree while your heart pounds inside of your chest. Only to be disturbed by the sound of a twig cracking the distance, your body froze. Curiosity getting the best of you forcing your eye to look in the direction of the sound.

There he was the "Silent Killer" standing over six feet tall. Muscles so defined from the bodies hes collected  they were practically bursting out of jumpsuit. You passed a small gulp, attempting to suppress the sheer lust that was coursing through your veins.

Coming back to your senses blinking yourself back to reality, he was gone. Oh no. You quickly turned around and there he was. Towering right above you, he placed both of his hands on the side of your head trapping you against the tree. Heart thumping loudly in your ears but you weren't going to let him get the best of you.

"So what ... are you going to kill me now?" You asked. He looked down at you, the holo holes in his mask stared back at you. He responds with no words simply slipping the top half of his jumpsuit off. Revealing his scared body muscled form, he roughly grabbed your hand and trailed it down his down his abs leading it right to the erection that was currently throbbing eagerly.

Your body temperature begins to rise but how could you be attracted to a masked murder. There was no explanation for it, "Do you want to fuck me Mister Silent Killer?" You questioned, slowly rubbing his clothed crouch. He quickly grabbed your hand and turned your body around, the sound of his zipper fell onto your ears.

His dick fell right out, pre cum leaking out from the small touch of your hand. If only you knew that he killed all of those people just for you. Only you mattered to him he'll gladly cut down anyone that stood in between the two of you. Tonight was his chance to show you just how much you meant to him.

Thankfully tonight you were dressed in a skirt, although the "Silent Killer" which days you would wear such an item. He is after the only one that can love you properly in his eyes.  "I .. I just want to say this is a one time thing." You say, knowing that deep within your gut your lying. He spoke no words only lifting your skirt above your waist.

The cool night air ghosting your clothed cunt causing your body to slightly shiver. Easily sticking his fingers in the rim of panties ripping the cloth right off. Wasting no time he pushes his dick between the folds of your thighs. Your cunt juices shameless coating his dick while a small moan left your lips. He took it as a signal and gave you no warning shoving his full length inside of you.

"Silent Killer" couldn't help but to slightly shiver as he started to pound your poor hole to the form of his dick. It was just as he thought your cunt was made for him, tight and slippery enough for him to slide in. He tilts his head back while the hold onto your waist tightened. His thumbs pressing so hard it threaten to leave indented marks behind.

You could help but moan his dick was penetrating that sweet spot with each stroke. The "Silent Killer" couldn't feel more proud than in this moment. He finally got his hands on his prey. The one that continued to get away but no more after tonight. His dick pulsate inside of rapidly, that only meant one thing. Your mind was to busy relishing in the orgasm that was on the horizon and thats what he wanted.

One final stroke and the two of you came as one, his entire seed filling your hole to brim. He slightly wiggled his hips deeper into your making sure not to waste of drop of his seed. The woods filled with the panting from your lungs.

He pulls out of you with ease watching your body fall limp to the ground. Only for the masked killer to scoop you his long awaited prey was finally his and hes never going to let you go.

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[literallydontknowdontcare]

Don't Try Me

[FNAF Movie] Vanessa x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: angst (happy ending), smut (rough), annoyed top!Vanessa, bottom!femreader, established relationship, Vanessa wears a strap, Mike being scared of Foxy, Reader also being a security guard

a/n: this is my first time writing since years ago. Ignore the present/ past tense f ups, I can’t be bothered to fix it sorry </3 

w/c: 1663

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You should have known not to tease Vanessa. From your hand brushing against hers when Mike wasn’t looking, to you bending over to ‘help’ with building a fort Abby wanted for the animatronics, it was all too obvious for Vanessa not to notice. It just so happened to be that she was intentionally teasing you as well by avoiding your advances.

“I’ll get the sheets for the roof”, Vanessa says, rolling over and standing up from her current position underneath the fort. You looked between her walking away and Mike who was currently eyeing the Fox animatronic in fear. 

“I’ll help!”, you pipe up, deciding that saving Mike from killer robots wasn’t as good as possibly getting railed. As you walk in the dark room, you find Vanessa about to bend over to reach the sheets. “Need help officer?”, you practically purr in her ear, squeezing in-between Vanessa and the box shelves at the last second, making her grind against your ass. She sighs behind you, allowing her hand to drift down your back and onto your ass as you stand back up.

“You’re needy today”, she murmured, tilting your head upwards to meet her gaze. You pouted. “That’s what happens when you ignore your girlfriend and take the shifts where you know I’m free”, you say.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, stepping away from you and taking the sheets off your hands. “I don’t choose my shifts. You act as if I’d rather lock up drunken middle aged men then wake up in our bed”. She headed towards the door.

“Maybe those men would touch me more than you do”, you grumble in a soft tone so she can’t overhear. Unfortunately, your girlfriend was sharper than foxy’s hook, meaning she immediately whipped around and narrowed her eyes. “Would you like to repeat that?”, she said strictly. Knowing you were way out of line, you should have said nothing. But being deprived from any sort of sexual touch for a good week, you doubled down.

“I said”, you took a step forward, “Maybe the same drunken men you locked up tonight could find the time to touch me more often and better than you do”. Vanessas jaw clenched, her hand drifting down her stomach in an annoying attractive fashion to her radio, shutting off the person beginning to talk on the other line. For a good solid 10 seconds, it was completely silent. No annoying static of the police radio, no animatronics singing and dancing in the background, just you and your extremely pissed girlfriend in an almost pitch black room, listening to the sounds of each others rapid breathing.

Vanessa made the first move. She pushed you roughly against the shelves, her hands immediately reaching for your breasts underneath your shirt. You gasped out loud as she ripped open the buttons and pushed her face against the top of your breasts that threatened to spill out of your lace bra. She began sucking and biting the top of the soft flesh, distracting you from her hands that were now reaching to unclasp her belt and pull out something unexpected.

“Vanessa, I-“, you began, your head spinning from the quickness of it all. She removed herself from your breasts and began pinching your left nipple with one hand, the other hand still being mysteriously missing in the dark. 

“What, isn’t this what you wanted?”, you could almost see the grin emitting from her cockiness. “I hope you didn’t expect me to pepper your pretty princess pussy with kisses, did you?”, she teased. You whimper at her question, a knot starting to grow in your stomach. She stopped squeezing your nipple and quickly pulled down your shorts, slapping your panties harshly, making you jump. “Answer me”, she demanded.

But you couldn’t. With what little light was left in the room, you simply stared at her through your eyelashes, your breasts rising and falling as you plead with your eyes.

She noticed. “Not good enough, is it”, she sighed, “So disappointing”. You widen your eyes, not because of her disappointment, but because of her hand finally returning from wherever it went. *Holy shit*

In the dim light you could just barely make out a large mushroom tip strap. You looked back up at Vanessa, her hand softly stroking it, her lips now almost touching yours, and a look that made you think she was about to swallow you whole. 

“Panties down”, she said, one hand heading to rest on your throat whilst the other tapped on your thighs to spread them open. You blush, your senses heightened as all you could think, see, hear, touch and smell was Vanessa. You pried your purple laced panties off of you; to no ones surprise, they were soaked from your arousal, so they took a little effort to pry off. 

If you could sense a smirk, you definitely were sensing one from Vanessa right now. The initial touch from her strap was soft, almost caring. She gently rubbed it along your folds, smiling at the noises it made when in contact with your dripping entrance. She began to slowly push the tip in, before taking it back out and slapping it roughly against your already puffy clit. You jump with a loud cry before Vanessa’s hand slaps over your mouth. It’s quiet again for a few seconds as you both listen for anyone realising how long you guys were taking. The music from Freddy started. Good.

She turned back around and narrowed her eyes. “Always whining, aren’t you?”

“You ask a lot of questions”, you blurt.

With that, she roughly shoves the whole strap inside. Your breath hitched as you clasped your hands at the back of Vanessa’s neck, pulling her neck closer to your mouth as an attempt to stop yourself from making any loud noises. She thrusted the strap in and out rapidly, her hands grasping your hips and digging her fingers in so hard you knew purple bruises would emerge. Your pussy clenched harshly around the length, making it harder for Vanessa to move. You were gasping for air at this point, your legs faltering with every movement. Vanessa moved her thumb to your clit and pressed down hard, making you cry out. “Slo- slow down”, you manage to get out. Her pace slows, before realising she was still mad at you, and she picked up the pace again.

The shelves behind you began to rattle as her pace increased and you were clinging to her waist like your life depended on it. You couldn’t silence your moans anymore; it just felt too good. “Nessy, fuck, I need to-“, you were cut off as she shoved two fingers into your mouth. “Wait”, she barked. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your ability to think gone. Just as you thought you were about to lose it, she pulled out entirely before slamming back into your flooded pussy. Letting out a silent scream, you cum around her strap, scratching your nails down her clothed shirt. She let you ride out your high, slowing down her pace before pulling out to let you recover.

You flop your head beneath her neck, letting your breath get back to normal as Vanessa softly rubbed your back and hip bruises. She hadn’t really said much. She was the less talkative one of you two during sex; she preferred letting her body and facial expressions say what she needed to get across. But her not saying anything after was worrying you.

You lift up your head to her reaching for a towel on the shelf behind you. As she began to clean up your thighs and her hands, you decided to break the silence.

“Are we alright?”

Vanessa paused. “Hm?”

“Are we good? Are we okay? Is everything copacetic?”, you quote what she said to you when you first met.

The corner of her mouth twitched, though she threw the towel on the floor and began to fix her pants.

“I am trying, you know”, she says grimly. You tilt your head. “With the crime rate going up, and the shifts they are making me take, and.. all of ‘this”, she gestures to the door, referring to the animatronics, Mike and Abby. “Look, I’ll try and see if anyone can fill in for me. Alright?” She looked as if she were about to cry.

You wince. “Vanessa.. no”, you felt immensely guilty for making her angry just so you could have some attention.

“No?”

“I’m sorry”, you cup your hands around her face and she closes her eyes. “I know you’re exhausted. I shouldn’t have said what I said to make you act out. And even though I miss you, other people out there need someone like you. I can wait, I promise”, you lean in, gently kissing her cheek.

Vanessa swallows the lump in her throat. She hated crying. She hated this room. She hated what her father made her do. But she could never hate you.

“I love you. It’s just- I love you”, she says softly.

“I know”

She leans in to kiss you when all of a sudden: “VANESSA? Y/N? How’s it going with those sheets???”, Mikes voice rings from outside. In the distance, you could hear that the animatronics song had finished, and the stage was now playing disco music. Abby squealed with delight in the background.

“Yeah, Mike, we found em. Give us a second”, Vanessa called out.

You blushed as she helped you redress, fixing your hair and makeup so it looked like you didn’t go through a trainwreck. She smiled as you fixed her tie and picked up the sheets needed for the fort. As you dragged her to the door and opened it to find Mike squeezed in a corner, watching Foxy on the other side of the hallway with immense suspicion and fear, Vanessa made a mental note to remind her father that killing you wouldn’t be an option.

[redtsundere-writes]

Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen

Part 10: Killers

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering.Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 4854 words.

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You faithfully believed that King Sukuna's castle was the darkest place on earth. Not even the caves in the hidden mountains or the depths of the ocean were as dark as the place that has been your home for the past 365 days. Furniture stained in black varnish, complex undiscovered passages and tinted windows that didn’t allow the sun to enter. There were corners forgotten by everyone and in absolute darkness. Sukuna and Uraume were already used to it, since this castle had been here for the past 500 years, but the servants despised it completely. Especially in winter, when the sun is not so intense, it is freezing cold, and they must walk everywhere with a candlestick in hand to avoid tripping over something hidden in the shadows. In addition, every morning they had to make sure that all the torches were lit, one more task in their repertoire of responsibilities. Despite all the attempts to dimly light the place from the inside, there were always places that the servants feared to enter. 

Kenjaku entered the library at 10 o'clock as usual. He trusted that you would be sitting by the window while reading something as he arrived, but that wasn’t the case. His sight checked the perimeter, there was no sign of you. “Is she with the king?” he questioned as he left the library. This was out of your character. He began to patiently search for you among the corridors. His first instinct was to head for King Sukuna's office. To his surprise, neither the king nor you were there. His second stop would be your room. His calm, subtle footsteps made their way discreetly to one of the most opaque areas of the castle. The spiral staircase that led to your room was not well lit. It was covered in concrete walls and was so narrow that there were no torches to illuminate the passage. 

Your teacher found you sitting at the foot of the first step while reading a heavy book with the help of a small candlestick. The only thing that made the seat slightly more comfortable was the red carpet that decorated the center of the stairs. A heavy fungi encyclopedia hung over your legs, revealing some hand-drawn pictures of different types of edible mushrooms. You remembered how your mother always made sure you didn't pick any poisonous mushrooms for dinner because you might accidentally kill someone. 

You missed the woman who used to be your mother. Despite being a greedy woman who wanted to live her dreams through her daughters, she used to be someone who cared about them being good people and knowing how to defend themselves from the dangerous world around them. She used to be a woman of strong character who would not let anyone make fun of her or her convictions. A dedicated mother who lovingly scolded them so that they would always be the best versions of themselves and stay out of trouble. It was a shame that you no longer knew the woman you once loved. Her image passed away along with your father’s. 

You had been thinking the last few days about the easiest way to create an almost odorless and tasteless poison so that anyone could consume it without problems. Mushrooms were the first thing you thought of. All that remained was to know what kind you had to use to make the first attempt a success and where to get it. Maybe you could ask Uraume or Kenjaku to bring you some, since you were not allowed to leave the castle, but they could. Sukuna ordered you to kill someone, but he did not forbid you to ask his servants for help in doing so. 

“Are you lost?,” Kenjaku greeted you with a friendly grin. “What are you doing here?”

“Today is harvest day,” you answered with a sad look on your face before turning the page. 

It was finally the first anniversary since your mother sold you as a servant, met Mrs. Inoue and sworn allegiance to the terrible king. It was also the anniversary of the death of that little nameless boy whom you could not protect that terrible morning. Even though you kept telling yourself that what happened was not your fault, you still felt a heavy weight of guilt on your back. You could have done more, shouted more, fought more, but you didn't. He was taken from you. They snatched him out of your hands and murdered him right under your nose. There wasn't a week that went by that you didn't remember him and feel your heart shrink. 

“The library window overlooks the parade ground. I don't want to see a live slaughter,” you explained before closing the book and hugging it to your chest in a failed attempt to comfort yourself. 

You remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. You never thought you would see so many pools of blood, hear desperate screams and feel the icy terror coursing through your veins in your entire life, let alone just one. What you thought would be a casual day turned out to be your welcoming to your definition of hell on earth. Sometimes you had nightmares about what the day of your death would be like. Sukuna murdering you without a second thought for not keeping your word, breaking something of value or, worse, not giving him a son. The thought of failing terrified you, but the thought of failing at something you couldn't quite control was far, far worse. 

“Genocide,” Kenjaku corrected you. You looked at him quizzically, confused as to what he meant. “It's not slaughter, it's genocide,” he explained with a smile. You nodded as you understood that he was expanding your vocabulary. “I think it's a good opportunity for you to get used to death.” 

“I don't want to get used to it, I don't want to become...” You couldn't finish the sentence as you realized what you were about to say. 

“A monster like the king?” Kenjaku asked you with a raised eyebrow. 

“No, I was going to say 'a killer’.” Now you were the one who corrected him. “Of the few good qualities I have, being a pacifist is one of them. I can't imagine missing that piece of myself.” 

“You know you're about to marry one, don't you?” He asked you seriously. 

“That doesn't mean I should become one, does it?” You answered with another question.

“He who kills the cow sins as much as he who grabs its leg,” Kenjaku quoted with an air of wisdom while patting you on the head as if he was saying, “Poor little innocent thing.” 

His mouth was spitting facts, and you hated it when he was like that. Even though you had become his servant against your will, you could always decide to commit suicide to avoid being part of a heartless tyrant's macabre plans. A truly good person would rather die than kill someone else. If you married Sukuna, it meant you were on the same level as him. Maybe you weren't as good as you thought you were. You sighed and hid your face in your hands. 

“Marriage is about making sacrifices. Are you ready to sacrifice that part of yourself for him?” Your teacher asked you while stroking your hair. 

You weren't ready, not at all. You weren't doing all this because the idea of marrying a man-eater delighted you. Even though you respected that part Sukuna showed you in private, he was still a curse with a merciless heart. You would only marry him because you didn't want to disobey him and lose your life. Even though you were living in a constant hell, you didn't have the courage to just detach yourself from him in an attempt to go to heaven. You might end up in real hell. 

“Have you killed someone?” You asked him, pulling your head out of his hands.  

“Of course. You're looking at one,” Kenjaku answered with a proud smile. 

Your eyes expanded and roamed over the body of the acquaintance you now considered strange as your master detached his skull to show you his true form. Your chest tightened as you discovered your teacher's true form. A brain with a sinister row of teeth. You couldn't believe that the handsome man in front of you was a mere puppet, a living corpse. You felt so bad for the person whose body Kenjaku had taken from you. 

“How can you do that?” You asked him in a stutter, still processing what you had seen.

“Kill someone?” Kenjaku wanted to confirm the question before putting his hair back on. Although he didn't mind his appearance, he understood that you might find it strange. You nodded in fright. “Just do it,” he simply replied. 

“I wish it was that easy,” you sighed. 

“Why don't you start with something easier?” Kenjaku asked you. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Today is the harvest, isn't it? You'll see Sukuna kill a lot of people. You will be able to watch how he simply does it, maybe this way you will get a little confidence to see that it is not as difficult as you think,” he advised you with a smile. 

But that smile no longer transmitted that warmth and companionship that you liked so much, now it was sinister and with double intention. What you thought was a normal man had become a beautiful memory that had been replaced with a talking brain. Now the idea of dying did not terrify you so much, you were more terrified of dying and having your body used with terrible intentions. What a terrible fate. 

King Sukuna was ready to start choosing who would be the new servants to join the castle. Even though his only job was to kill useless people and sit in the comfort of his throne, he still found it tedious and boring at times. Killing people in one cut for him is as simple as cutting a piece of paper with a pair of scissors. Amidst the gloom provided by the veils, he settled into his stately seat and yawned. “How much longer will they make me wait?” he wondered. Uraume had informed him that the number of people had increased by 30% since last year, which meant that this time he had to take care of more useless parasites. 

The faint sound of the door to his left brought him out of his thoughts. He arched an eyebrow when he saw you slowly entering the room. You looked more nervous and shy than usual, looking down at the floor in case you had already killed someone. Your yellow dress trailed softly against the marble floor until you reached the curtains that sheltered the king. Seeing him so close brought back memories. 

For him too. He couldn't believe it had been a whole year since he first saw you. A beggar he thought he would kill instantly when he saw the lousy state you had arrived in. Malnourished, dirty and with dried tears on your cheeks. You just screamed “unseemly” with your appearance. She was glad she had given you a chance. You looked like a completely different person now. If I had known you as you currently look, I would even think you were a princess from a family rotten in gold. 

“What the fuck are you doing here? You should be in class,” Sukuna scolded you with a stern tone even though on the inside he liked to see you. 

“Kenjaku told me that to get used to death, I must see it. He said it would help me to be able to kill someone like you asked,” you explained as you looked around. The room looked glittering. The massacre had not yet begun. You didn't know if you had arrived at the right or wrong time. 

“Is that what he said?” He asked skeptically. You nodded as you returned your gaze to his four eyes. “Not a bad idea….” He thought aloud as he scratched his chin. 

Not only will you get used to seeing him in action, you'll also become familiar with the new servants. Plus it was a great excuse to spend time with you alone. It was true that they had started archery lessons a couple of days ago, but he was so busy that he sometimes relegated that task to Kenjaku. It bothered him, but he would never admit it, not even to himself. 

“All right. Come closer then.” 

You didn't really want to, but you were already there. You stepped through the translucent fabrics until you finally faced him. You were planning to stand next to him while you watched everything, but Sukuna had other plans. He yanked you up by the waist to make you sit on his lap. Her hands gripped your body to hold you in place. It was lucky they were in the shadows because you didn't want Sukuna to see how flushed you were. It was as if every time they met, he tried to get closer to your body and each time he was more and more direct. You could hear your own heart beating like crazy from the illusion, but that couldn't be right. 

“You better not do anything stupid, you understand?” He growled in your face. You turned your face away at the intimidation. “You know what will happen if you do.” You swallowed dryly before nodding quickly.

The servant arrived with the first group. A group of helpless old men moving feebly towards their certain death. Sukuna snorted in annoyance at the worthless humans that had been brought to him. Once the servant formed them up, he fled from the room. With his left hands, the king grabbed the back of your neck and cheeks to get your attention to the scene that was about to unfold. Your body froze at the strong grip. You wanted to close your eyes, but panic forbade you to do so. 

Sukuna raised two fingers towards them and cut off their heads in one motion. You shrieked at the sight of their lives being snatched away in a heartbeat. You could never do something like that. You didn't have the heart to do it. You didn't know these people or the sins they had committed throughout their lives, but you were sure they didn't deserve it. You closed your eyes and swallowed the lump in your throat. This was your new life. No, this was already your life, and you still hadn't adjusted. Sukuna watched as you held back the urge to cry. Your lower lip trembled more than the rest of your body. He pulled you tighter to his body in an attempt to comfort you. He would never change who he was for you, but he could help you understand why. 

You had enough, but people kept coming through that door. You didn't know how many people had arrived, so you didn't know how many times Sukuna would repeat the same pattern. Cut after cut, clean every time he did. So far, only a few had survived. You always ended up closing your eyes no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes in front of you. You opened your eyes as soon as you heard the footsteps of other people entering the room. The maid, a tall man, a shorter one, a little old lady who could barely walk, a man without an eye and... “No way...” you thought as you saw the last person in line. You'd recognize her long brown hair, slender figure and devil-minded angel face anywhere. 

The need to shout some warning at her burned your throat. You wanted to do it more than anything else in the world, but you knew Sukuna would keep his promise if you went against his will. Unruly tears that you couldn't stop before escaped wildly down your cheeks. Your eyes were glued to that face you never thought you would see again. “She's not... She shouldn't be here... What the fuck happened?” you thought, trying to convince yourself that this was a horrible nightmare. You didn't want to accept reality. You didn't want to accept that your little sister was in the same position you once were in.

“5…” 

Sukuna started counting down as he had done in the previous round, just like that first day. Yorozu looked lost, as if she didn't fully understand what was going on. She looked from side to side indifferently. She would never bow down. You knew her like the back of your hand. She would never bow to anyone, even if her life depended on it, like this instant. She was always a rebel who didn't care about anyone or anything. You had to do something to prevent it, but what exactly could you do? You couldn't save an innocent child, how would you save a girl who goes against everything? Any of the ideas you had would only result in the death of both of them, but something had to be done. You weren't going to stand idly by.

“2…” The king counted aloud as he stroked your back. 

The quick memory of that little boy's mutilated body came to your mind.  You tightened the skirt of your dress as you cried your last tears silently. You didn't want to, rather... You weren't going to let the same story repeat itself again. You took a deep breath before you did the stupidest thing in your life. It might kill me, but that didn't matter anymore. If you died, you would be protecting your little sister. 

Sukuna was about to say the one when you hugged him by the neck and pulled him close to your body. The king was paralyzed by the sudden act, so much so that he forgot what number he had been left with. His heart began to pound like crazy and his face had turned into a tomato. Your body was warm to the touch, and he liked the pressure you exerted against him to hold him as close as possible. Even though you were shaking like jelly in an earthquake, you were doing the right thing. You hid your face in his neck as you sobbed. 

“I beg for mercy. That is my sister. Please don't kill her.” You begged him between sobs. Hoping that your position as a future wife would help you survive this one.

Sukuna noticed the girl at the end of the line, the only one who seemed to be close to your age. She was tall, had silky hair that reached her waist and had merciless eyes, as if she didn't mind being in a room surrounded by corpses and blood. It seemed that indifference ran in her family. For a second you wondered if she was really your sister. You could tell they were completely different. If you had turned out to be a good worker and were from the same family, the odds were high that your sister was too, despite the personality. Sukuna was patiently considering it while enjoying the warmth of your body next to him. 

“Please take pity on her life. I will do anything,” you begged desperately. 

“Anything?” Sukuna looked at you curiously out of the corner of his eye. 

“Whatever your heart desires, I will do it, but leave my sister out of this,” you sobbed. Sukuna nodded slowly with a wicked smile. 

The sound of Sukuna's slashes echoed in your ears and your heart stopped... until you heard Yorozu scream in panic. You turned to see her covered in blood, while her body trembled in fear at the sight of all the fresh bodies beside her. The important thing was that she hadn't received a scratch. Begging for her life had miraculously worked. You wiped away your tears without caring about ruining the makeup that Mrs. Inoue had applied to you in the morning. 

“I'll let you know what I want later. For now, get her out of my sight.” Sukuna reluctantly dictated. 

“Thank you, thank you very much, my king,” you said with a faint smile before jumping off the seat to run to your sister. 

You detached yourself from his body to get out from between the curtains. Yorozu was perplexed to see you emerge so animated from the shadows where a terrible looking king was supposed to be sheltering from the light. You ran to her with open arms and tears of joy streaming down your cheeks.

“Yorozu!” You exclaimed before hugging her tightly. She was so perplexed that she was slow to return the embrace. 

“You're alive!” She exclaimed once she understood the situation. 

A year ago you had disappeared from their lives. One morning, Yorozu, Nanako and Mimiko woke up, and you were not in bed with them. The only thing you had taken with you was your brown dress and a basket of food. You left no letter, note, or indication that you would return. Their mother told them that you ran away and left them to seek a better life without them. Your sisters did not believe her at all. She knew your heart and your strong morals, you would do anything to keep them safe. Even though they knew you would never leave them willingly, they knew you would not come back, so they thought the worst. 

“Come, we need to talk,” you asked her before pulling her by the arm. 

You took her out to the hallway and closed the door behind you as fast as possible so as not to disturb the king. Yorozu looked at you from head to toe. One of his theories as to your disappearance was that his mother sold you to King Sukuna as a servant, but you didn't look like one. Your body was carefully decorated with the finest fabrics and gems. Never in his life did he think he would ever see you looking as radiant as you do now. She was even envious to admit that you looked better than her, since now she was the one wearing the ugly and dirty dress. 

“Nice dress,” she said as she looked at the flowers decorating the corset of the dress.

“That's not important now. What are you doing here?” You asked her before taking her by the shoulders to look her in the eyes. 

“The same thing that happened to you. Mom sold me,” Yorozu complained, annoyed, remembering how her mother had dragged her out of bed with the excuse that they were going to the market. 

“But why? You were the one with the best chance of marrying a rich man. You were the favorite. Mom wouldn't sell you just for the sake of it,” you demanded an answer. You were silent when you realized what you had said. Your mother would not sell her for any reason. “What did you do?” 

“The winter ball in the Gojo kingdom was last week. Mom got really mad at me because I wouldn't dance with King Satoru. That's what happened,” Yorozu explained without making a big deal out of it. 

“Are you serious?!” You looked at her, surprised. Your little sister nodded, equally disappointed. “Are you mad?! Isn't King Satoru supposed to be the most beautiful and richest man in the world!?” You scolded her while shaking her by the shoulders. 

“I don't want to be with a prettier man than me,” Yorozu shrugged. You dropped your head as you couldn't believe what she was saying. “This is the Yorozu I know,” you thought. 

Even though Yorozu had high charisma being a ridiculously beautiful girl, she still hadn't married. That was because she had ridiculously high standards. Ever since she was a child, she would reject all the boys who hit on her because she wouldn't settle for less than what she asked for. Yorozu's ideal future husband must be tall, handsome, rich, robust, strong, funny, attentive, a good hunter, a good leader, who would give her everything she asked for, who was obsessed with her and had a great dick to please her with. She could have great charisma, but she was just as greedy as her mother.

“How are Mom, Mimiko and Nanako doing? Tell me they are fine,” you asked her. 

“They are there, that's what matters,” your little sister answered indifferently. 

“Yorozu!” You scolded her. 

“What?!” Yorozu exclaimed in annoyance. “They're fine, but not for long. Nanako and Mimiko are still too young to get married. I don't know how mom will support them once they run out of money,” she explained as she crossed her arm. 

She was right and it was terrible. Your younger sisters were barely ten years old, but your mother would do anything to fulfill her ill-fated dream. Maybe instead of selling them to Sukuna, she would arrange a marriage for them to a nefarious but filthy rich man. You had to find a way to help your little sisters, but your options were limited since you couldn't leave the castle. Something would come to you soon, first you had to make sure of Yorozu's safety.

“Nice dress,” Yorozu flattered again. 

“That doesn't matter,” You said again while thinking. 

“Of course it matters! How can you, a filthy maid, wear a dress like that?!” Yorozu yelled in your face. 

At the annoying noise, the doors opened wide, revealing a terrible six-foot curse that was quite annoyed. You gasped in shock and stood next to Yorozu. You bowed and forced your little sister to do the same, pulling her head to the same height as you. Yorozu was annoyed, but did not resist.

“What’s all this about?!” Sukuna yelled mad as he saw how you forced your sister to bow. 

“I’m so sorry, my king. She is just shocked,” you tried to excuse her. 

“Take her with the rest of the servants and cut the noise. Don't make me regret pitying her life.” Sukuna scoffed. 

You nodded submissively and pulled Yorozu with you to follow the hallway. Yorozu looked back to get a better look at the much rumored King Sukuna. Just a simple glance made a flirtatious smile appear on her face. A monster of almost human appearance, tall, strong, robust build and, most importantly, stupidly rich for being the king of a great nation. He was terrifying and she loved it. It was just what she was looking for. Yorozu greeted him in a friendly manner as they walked away. Sukuna raised his eyebrow in confusion at the strange attitude of his future sister-in-law.

“What’s going on?” Yorozu asked you as you pulled her to where the other servants were.

The same room where you waited to be given your uniform. The atmosphere was worse than you remembered. A tired and worn-out energy was felt in the air. The long faces, the terrified murmurs, and the intrusive thoughts were frightening. If the room was already dark, it was now blackened. Yorozu looked at the old men in disappointment before answering him.

“I have a lot to tell you, but that will have to wait,” you pulled her by the shoulders to get her attention. “The summary is that I used to be a servant until Sukuna asked me to be his wife so that I can give him an heir. I begged for your life so that he wouldn't kill like the others,” you explained quickly.

“Are you going to become a queen?” Yorozu looked at you, surprised.

“If I do everything he asks me, yes,” you answered. “That's why you must keep a low profile and do everything the leader of the servants asks you to do. Don't make me look bad, I beg you”

“What?! Why do I have to be a servant?!” Yorozu exclaimed, annoyed.

“Lower your voice” You asked her while you looked at the other old men, clearly offended by the reaction.

“Can’t I be a princess or something?!” You grumbled unwillingly.

“Just wait until I marry the king, and I’ll take care of it. For now, you just have to cooperate,” you asked patiently.

“Ugh, but I was never as good at cleaning as you, and you know it,” Yorozu complained again.

“Well, you’ll have to if you want to survive here,” you threatened her to get her to listen to you. Quickly, you noticed Uraume approaching you. “Just do everything she asks of you without complaining, please,” you whispered to Yorozu. Your little sister rolled her eyes, but finally agreed before entering the room with the other new servants.

“Promise me that I won’t be a maid forever,” Yorozu asked you, stopping at the entrance.

“I’ll do my best,” you promised her.

Yorozu looked at you over one last time and reluctantly entered the room. “It’ll be fine. Just focus on killing someone for now, and then I’ll take care of giving Yorozu a good life.” You planned your next move before leaving her alone with the old folks to head back to the library to ask Kenjaku for a favor.

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Hiiiii! I saw your requests are open now and I was wondering if you could do a Jinwoon Hak x femreader who was a famous runway model before she got taken by the fog?

The crackling of the fire, although it was a comforting sound it also reminded you, how truly cursed you were. Brought into this horror realm. You remember, where time you were on the of the world. Designers, clothing lines begged to have you model their items and you had the most amazing boyfriend, Ji-woon hak, the most popular south korean pop singer. It was fate that you met and then all of sudden as you were fighting for your life against a brute of an home invader, black fog wrapped around you and the rest was written history.

You wondered where he was and how was he doing. Did he ever think of you? Did he search for you or did he even miss you?

With a sharp inhale, you were transported into a trial.

The killer was nowhere to been seen.

It was after working on your second generator that you heard and all too familiar laughter, melodic, crazy giggles echoed in the air and before you could think your legs rushed you to the sound. It was him! His pale skin was covered In small blood spurts, his yellow pimp jacket was open showing the abs you ran your hands down when he made love to you, purple striped pants. "Ji-woon?" Your eyes widen as you saw a fellow survivor on the floor, glowing throwing knifes in beded into their backs. Ji-woon turned to the call of his name, once his yellow eyes laid on you, his crazed grin faded.

"Jagiya?"

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Marooned: Chapter 52

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Torture, murder, violence, gore, body horror, "medical" procedures, graphic descriptions, general despair

Deliverance

All Kid could see when he closed his eyes was your broken body. He was afraid to sleep. He was shut in his workshop, sick with worry, while they pursued you. Kid tried not to think about what could be happening to you and funneled that energy into making something that would eviscerate your tormentors. Killer had brought him meals every now and then, only to find him clutching your jacket on his desk with his face buried in it, in a restless sleep. Whatever remained of the white on your jacket was smudged with the black and red of Kid's makeup. He was in this position when he got the news they had found where you were being held. From the second he heard it to the second his feet touched land, the Kid Pirates were preparing to raze the small marine base and everyone inside it until there was nothing left. 

Every Kid Pirate was raring to wreak havoc, but before Kid released them to do so, there was one rule: Warthin was to be taken prisoner, as was anyone who was still alive at the end. They cleared the few ships that were docked, making sure you weren't on any of them before Heat lit them up. There would be no escape for these marines. Kid had swapped his regular arm for the one he had been working on. It was bigger, stronger, and tipped with monstrous claws. Killer's punishers had never been as sharp as they were now. Minerva was pawing the ground and snorting, waiting to guide the two of them with her nose. 

The boar took a wide stance, bucking her head a few times before lowering it. Her red-brown fur started to turn a silvery-gray. It was something that you had been working on with her. If any animal was going to learn how to use haki, it would be something as smart and stubborn as a boar. Maybe it had been wishful thinking and a bit of boredom in the beginning, but the more you had trained with the boar, the more it seemed like it was possible. Minerva had only been able to achieve partial armament the last time you had trained. Now, the enraged boar was fully coated in the metallic gray of armament haki. 

On Kid's order, Minerva surged forward toward the main building of the base, haki protecting her as she smashed through walls. Kid and Killer were on her heels, following her path straight to you. They expected to have more resistance on their way to you, but they never expected the boar to have armament haki. Mini had been bowling over and trampling most of everything in her way. She was stopped only by a thick concrete wall, too thick to break through. 

"We'll take it from here, girl." Killer slapped Mini's flank, giving her the go ahead to run wild. 

Kid's massive clawed arm easily passed through the concrete, rendering it into ribbons and revealing a large stairwell. Mini had done most of the hard work for them, rocketing through all the outer walls and leading them straight to you. Every marine that they ran into on their way to you turned to run and was instantly smashed into the wall or crushed by Kid's arm. Killer had the wherewithal to grab keys off the bodies if they had any. He knew you had seastone restraints, which could not be removed any other way. They ran down flights of stairs. The base was deceptively small with a large portion being underground. After what seemed like nonstop running, they finally made it to the bottom of the staircase. There were a few different hallways stemming from the main opening. They were about to split up when they heard the faint echo of what sounded like your voice. They looked at each other, as if verifying that they weren't simply imagining that it sounded like you. 

Both Kid and Killer had renewed energy, that small echo giving them hope that you were still alive. They tore through the guards, the dungeon-like surroundings getting more damp and smelling more like decay as they went deeper. They approached the last cell in the corridor, at first, thinking the only contents were four dead marines. Killer was the first to realize that it was three dead marines and you. In the dark, he couldn't see the rise and fall of your chest to indicate that you were still alive. All he could see was glass held tightly in your grip and the marines you had felled with it. Kid's chest tightened when he recognized the wounds Warthin inflicted upon you. It tightened further when he saw how limp your body was. Maybe they had been mistaken. Maybe they hadn't heard you after all. Neither of them said a word, too afraid that there wouldn't be an answer if they called out. 

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Killer opened the cell with one of the keys they grabbed from someone. There were already tears in Kid's eyes. He could tell you were dead. There was simply no way for someone to survive in this condition. They squatted down by you, Killer reaching out to feel for a pulse with some hesitancy, not sure if he was ready to know for a fact if you were still there. He pulled away swiftly and caught your wrist as a reflex as he sensed malice oozing from you. He watched the glass fall from your hand, only to be caught in your other hand, and aimed at him once more. This time, Kid stopped you with his devil fruit. The shackles around your wrists were ordinary metal. 

You thrashed against their hold, trying to break your hands free. The tears in Kid's eyes fell over his cheeks. Seeing you like this reminded him of the time all four of them had to restrain you because you thought you had been recaptured. Now he realized why you had been so afraid. Kid tried to snap you out of it gently at first, though quickly escalated to yelling when it was clear it wasn't getting through to you. Killer didn't know what else to do since you couldn't see them, so he placed your hand on his mask, something that would feel familiar and recognizable. He saw relief flood your features as you accepted that the two of them were truly there. 

As Killer went through his key collection, trying them on the seastone binding your ankles, you took off the marine jackets you had put around yourself and struggled to put one of them on properly. You didn't even complain as Kid helped you. As much as you didn't even want him to look at you like this, you needed help. To protect your last shred of humanity, you didn't want to be bare. It was a miracle that you had the energy to slash at them when they first came to you. You were sticky with sweat and your breaths were rough and ragged. You were unsure if you could even stand up on your own. 

There was a clunk and a feeling of heaviness being lifted from you as one of the keys eventually took the remaining shackles off. You immediately tried to use your powers to heal some of your wounds. You didn't want to completely heal them, as it would trap the infection in. You only wanted to heal them enough that you weren't in agonizing pain every time you moved. Nothing happened, your body too tired to function. Through tears, you tried to push yourself up. Against the wishes of both Kid and Killer, you tried walking out yourself, only to stumble from sheer exhaustion and the inability to see where you were going.

"Look at you, girl. Your flesh is rotting from your bones, just like ours. As good as dead. Once they realize that they'll leave you there."

"Stop," you whimpered, clutching your ears to block their voices.

"No one wants a broken toy. That's all you ever were anyway. Just a toy."

Everything was overwhelming you, the taunting, the near-relief, the exhaustion, the pain, the doubt that this wasn't real. "S-stop," your voice cracked.

"You can leave but you will never leave us behind. Just drop dead. It's better for everyone."

"SHUT UP!" You felt your knees buckle under you as you gave in to full-on sobbing, your dignity and pride fully eroded by shame. 

You were swiftly caught by Killer, who scooped you up for the second time since you'd known him. "Hush, darlin. I've got you now. Rest." And just like the first time, you felt safe enough to black out.

"Killer, take Y/N back to the ship," Kid's voice was low, barely counting his seething, boiling anger. The only thing that was more dangerous than an angry loud Kid, was an angry quiet Kid.

Killer nodded, but paused. "I've got just as much of a right to revenge as you." It was almost a territorial type of warning to Kid, not to leave him out. Of course Killer wanted to make sure you were safe. He also wanted to make sure these assholes got what they deserved.

A sick smile took over Kid's face. "Let's slaughter these fuckers." Kid stomped on the head of one of the already dead marines on his way out, completely flattening it with a meaty squelch. 

Killer handed you off to Heat, who had already had his share of destruction. Heat's face softened into one of reassurance as he realized that you were still alive. Killer didn't need to tell him anything. Heat took off towards the ship with you firmly in his grasp. When Killer was sure that he had gotten you there safely, he returned to Kid's side. From the corner of his vision, he watched Minerva flatten a man between her head and a brick wall and rip open another with her tusks. She had the right idea. Killer presented the blood from Warthin to her and asked her to find him. 

Killer sliced marines left and right with his punishers, running through them as her followed the boar. Kid was beside him, using the claws of his arm to rip open the bellies of marines they passed. His devil fruit sent any bullets shot at them, back into the shooters. Kid pulled the nails from nearby furniture and walls, sending them into some of the marines that came after them, pinning them to the walls alive. He was going to save them for later. Killer cut down the door that Minerva led them to, just in time for Kid to yank the gun from Warthin's hands. The man had it held in his mouth, about to leave the earthly plane the coward's way.

"I don't fucking think so." Kid pulled metal pipes from the walls and coiled them around Warthin. "Yer gonna get a much slower death." 

As the pipes immobilized him, Killer leapt forward and landed a solid punch to his jaw, knocking teeth to the floor. 

Warthin spit blood. His speech was strained from the tight grip Kid had on him. "All this for some used up fucktoy." He didn't think that they would come after him, let alone find him. He had severely underestimated how much they valued you. At this point, he knew he was fucked.

Killer hit him again, this time hearing a crunch in his nose. He wanted to do so much more. He wanted to bludgeon Warthin until he was a sludge of unrecognizable meat. Both he and Kid knew that you would never forgive them for taking your prey, even if it was revenge on your behalf. They would make do with every other marine that was left. 

Warthin coughed. "She's already dead. Why do you bother?" His voice rasped.

Kid laughed. "As if she would go out that easily!" 

"She's gonna be real happy to see you when she wakes up." Killer put emphasis on his words as he punched Warthin a third time, watching his eyes roll back briefly. 

"Huh?" He was incredulous. "She- she's dead! I saw her! She has to be!" The blood drained from his face. "You're going to kill me now, right? You're not going to leave me with her, r-right?" He was becoming more frantic as he realized his grand fuck up. He knew what you were capable of before the devil fruit, and with it.... he hoped Kid crushed him until blood spurted from every orifice, because that would be preferable to whatever you would do if you got your hands on him.

Even Killer laughed this time. "I can't wait to see how she takes you apart."

Kid crushed him harder within his metal cocoon. "Ya weren't very nice to our girl." Kid snarled, "I'm gonna watch as she turns ya inside out. Then puts you back together. And does it again and again." With every sentence Kid squeezed slightly harder. Warthin's ribs splintered inside his chest, like green branches being snapped in two.

The man screamed, blood leaking from the corners of his mouth. "Kill me! Just kill me!" 

"PITIFUL!" Kid spat. He smashed Warthin against the wall until the man lost consciousness, barely refraining from turning him into a flesh pancake. "YER LUCKY I DON'T PEEL YER FUCKIN SKIN AND USE IT TA WIPE MY ASS!" 

The two men continued their rampage on the way back to the ship with their prisoner. They took their time on the return trip, Killer let his punishers rest, preferring to use his fists so he could feel the meaty crunch of facial bones breaking under his punch. He and Kid grabbed opposite limbs of a marine and pulled until they felt the joints dislocate. He was added to the group of prisoners suspended behind Kid by metal restraints. Kid sent metal flying, impaling several men and lifting them from the ground with his fruit, adding to the prisoner count. The particularly weak ones, Kid shredded by bombarding them with metal shrapnel. They weren't worth keeping. Kid and Killer kept on long after everyone else had finished, chasing down every last person living at that base and killing them. 

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A wet nose prodding your hand woke you up. If not for that, you might have woken up in a panic. Mini's presence had immediately calmed you. You could tell you were in the infirmary because of the familiar smell of antiseptic. It was just you and Mini. You dragged your hand weakly across the fur of her head and she licked your hand softly. You let out a long breath, relieved that you were finally safe. Though you were shortly taken over by a suffocating humiliation, slowly sliding yourself over the edge of the gurney and lowering yourself onto the floor so you could be closer to Mini. You buried your face into her coarse fur, grabbing it with your hands, and released the sobs that had been building up, grateful that her fur muffled your cries. 

There was a mixture of anger, disgust, and shame leaking out through your tears. Your skin crawled with the touch of unfamiliar hands. The unwanted memories bubbled through the gouges in your skin where the flesh was beginning to rot. Your entire body ached and burned with various infections and bruising. You reached under the medical gown you were wearing and touched the burning on your chest. It was hot against the pads of your fingers and your hand was sticky and foul-smelling when it came away. The other wounds were the same. You couldn't risk healing it and trapping the infection inside to fester. You could fix the flesh, but couldn't get rid of the infection with your fruit. 

However little sleep you had gotten gave you enough energy to crawl over to the counter and pull yourself up. Your legs and arms shook with exertion and a fine sweat broke out on your body. Mini stood behind you so you could hold onto her to stand and move. You felt around for the various bottles in the cabinets, trying to remember what each one was, either by where you had placed it or the shape of the bottle. They all felt similar. The smells of each didn't help either, as you had never bothered to commit the smell of each to memory when you had eyes. Hot tears reappeared on your skin. You placed your hands over where your eyes had been and willed them to appear. Without even a scarred portion remaining, your devil fruit couldn't heal them. You couldn't make matter, just manipulate it, and eyes were too complex of an organ to render from any other flesh. You slammed your fist on the counter in frustration. Useless. You're fucking useless. You grabbed all of the small tinctures and took them like shots, whipping each one across the room where they shattered, after you had drained them. Fuck it. I don't care. 

You leaned into Mini and walked to the small infirmary bathroom with a few things you grabbed from the cabinets. Gritting your teeth to keep from crying out as you felt the wounds tear open while you moved, you made it to the bathroom. Your breaths were heavy and you felt lightheaded.

"No one comes in." You were shocked by the sound of your own voice, how raw and strained it was. 

Mini snorted her understanding and sat in front of the door. No one was going to see you like this any more than they already had. You pressed your hand to the back of the door after closing it, using your fruit to make it vanish into the wall. Eliminating the door was the only way you felt secure and protected. You sank to the floor and crawled into the tub, turning the shower head on. You curled into a ball on the cool ceramic, letting the warm water seep into the flimsy medical gown and soothe your skin. Now even you couldn't tell what were tears and what was water. Several hours passed before you were ready to proceed.

After removing the gown, you felt around for the scalpel you had brought with you. The two main wounds were the ones on your leg and chest. The skin around the wound on your leg was tender and tense. As you felt it, you could feel pieces fall away. You made a rough mental map of the extent. Before beginning, you shoved part of the gown in between your teeth to bite down on. You could use your power to cut off the nerves to your leg so that you wouldn't feel it, but without your eyes, you needed to guide yourself somehow. First, you couldn't feel much as you began to remove the dead flesh from the wound. As you started to get deeper into living flesh, twinges of pain soared up your leg. Every stab wound had coalesced into one large one during your time in the cell. You groaned and bit down as the pain blossomed. The blade had made it into the living flesh. Staying at that level, you carved out the rest of the degenerating tissue. Each stroke of your blade cut away evidence of your torture and sent a fresh searing pain straight into your heart. Even though you were only cutting your leg, your entire body was reacting. Your muscles clenched and you could feel snot and tears soaking your face. After successfully concealing most of your pain, the gown fell from your mouth as you let out a final shrill cry. You could feel your hands shaking and you put them on your thighs to calm them. The warm rush of blood oozing into your hand was a reassuring sign that the deeper tissues were alive. You steadied your hands enough to tear strips from the gown and tie them around your thigh. Your chest would have to wait until you recovered from this first round of debridement. It was heaving with the breaths you sucked in trying to dull the pain. Using your fruit, you started healing the edges of the raw area, though it was too tiring to continue. 

You sank back down into the tub, the steady patter of water dimming the ache. Whenever fever took hold, you turned the water cold and when the chills returned, you made it warm again. Before you could heal yourself further, you needed to regain more strength. Your appetite was non-existent and you took small sips of water when you could stomach it. The medicines you ingested were tearing your insides up, making you feel queasy and crampy. The exhaustion of feeling like shit, non-stop weeping, and your body trying to repair itself took over and carried you into a motionless slumber. 

Your dreams were haunted by the visage of the last person you saw, just as he had threatened. Warthin's face and voice echoed in your mind and tormented you all over again. Then they would morph into Kid and Killer, saying the same awful things. It wasn't the nightmare of Warthin laying his hands on you that woke you up, but the nightmare of the two people that cared for you the most telling you that you were nothing to them. Familiar voices calling you a worthless slut transformed into the same voices calling your name and you were startled awake, breathing hard and disoriented.

"IF YA DON'T ANSWER ME I'M BREAKIN THE WALL DOWN!" Kid's voice was tinged with worry rather than anger.

You cleared your throat. "I'm- I'm fine." 

"LIKE HELL YA ARE!"

"Just leave. Please," you replied weakly. Your heart rate was picking up. 

A lower, calmer voice answered, "Darlin', let us help you."

"You can help by leaving me alone." Anxiety was building in your chest.

"Are you sure-"

"Leave me the fuck alone!" Your voice was shrill and cracked and the vicious tone shocked you as it left your mouth. 

You heard muffled arguing followed by silence. The sobs returned as you immediately felt guilty for screaming at them when they were only trying to help. Something about the threat to come in had triggered you. This thin wall was your only barrier protecting you from the world and you weren't ready to face the world. You hugged your knees and forced yourself to stop hyperventilating. The water that had been calming was now overstimulating, so you shut it off. Taking a deep breath, you reassessed your injuries. Your leg was raw and achy, but the overall feel of it was better. You shivered at the thought of starting on your chest and decided to do something else. Your face was swollen, no doubt due to the fractures within it. It wasn't noticeable compared to the magnitude of the other injuries until you yelled. There were other aches too, deep ones, in your mid back, where your kidneys sat, in your stomach where you don't remember being kicked but it felt like you had, and between your legs. It was difficult to banish the feelings of disgust and to keep from heaving. All these things were easily healed with your devil fruit, providing instant relief, yet still left you feeling drained. 

You felt around for a towel and dragged it into the tub with you, pulling it over yourself like a blanket. You were going to have to leave the room soon for food and more medicine. The fever was finally starting to break. It wouldn't fully dissipate without you first getting rid of the still-infected tissue on your chest. The tiniest pangs of hunger were developing, a sure sign you were headed in the right direction. You struggled to reminisce on more pleasant times with Kid and Killer, not for lack thereof, but because the most recent nightmares kept clawing back to the forefront of your mind.

The next time you woke up, you were drenched in sweat, shaking, aching so intensely it felt like your bones would snap. The grotesque 'W' engraved in your skin was being seared into your soul. Millions of molten-hot needles were being pressed into your skin. The infection had definitely would its fingers around you again. Maybe you should have rid the wound of the necrotic flesh when you had the chance. 

You blindly searched for the scalpel with your hand, finding it where you left it. Taking a deep breath, you used your fingertips to find the edges of the bad skin. The breath was almost instantly let out in a shaky yelp as you stuck the blade in. This was far more painful than the leg. Your hands were quivering so much, there were hesitation marks where the blade bounced off the skin as you shaved away the dead tissue. You took many breaks this time, respiring so fast that you became lightheaded. Consciously, you slowed your breathing rate until it was safe again to cut. This cycle repeated over again until you were halfway through. With the next cut, you were rushing because your mind was threatening to fade. The blade was brought down too quickly against your collarbone, causing it to glance off and go off course. It was an amateur mistake to point the blade side towards you. It should have been facing slightly away. The blade was beginning to dull, in spite of that, it was still sharp enough to slice into your neck. 

A warm sensation traveled down your hand, dripping onto your chest. You dropped the scalpel and put your hand to your throat, where blood was streaming out at an alarming pace. At first your devil fruit did nothing. You were too panicked to focus. The cut wasn't that deep, it was into an artery though, which had a fair amount of pressure behind it even though you hardly had the blood pressure of a living person at all. You could feel the blood run down your arm and drip from your elbow. The adrenaline seeping into your circulation forced you to have a moment of clarity, enough so that your fruit flickered to life and healed the nick. You leaned back in the tub, head tilted up as if you were looking at a higher power. What am I doing? After a few minutes of calming your body and making sure you were still alive, you were ready to do something braver than you had ever done. 

You gathered up your towel, which now had wet spots from your amateur surgical hours, and pulled it around you. When you were sure you wouldn't pass out, you held onto the tub and stood up. The dizzy feeling lasted a few seconds and when it subsided, you shuffle-walked to the wall, resting your forehead against it. It took longer than usual, but the glow that you could no longer see for yourself appeared and brought the door that used to be there back into existence. Your hand shook as you reached for the handle and pulled it open.

With your first step, your foot caught on something large and immovable, sending you toppling to the hard floor. Landing on your side with a surprised and pained shriek, you heard Mini snort excitedly, though it was further away from whatever you tripped over. You hardly had the energy to stand up and walk at all, you surely had none left now to get back up. There were some strange noises that sounded like something being picked up and dropped, something heavy and at a low height. Every time you heard it, you heard Mini squeal. It almost sounded like she was scolding or yelling at someone. 

"Fuck OFF, pig." There was a groan and then a sharp inhale, followed by the softest voice you had ever heard Kid use, "Doll?" It was a questioning whisper. "Y/N? Y/N!" His voice grew louder with alarm as he picked up your top half into his lap. "There's so much blood! KILLER!" Kid's hand moved the towel away from your chest. "Oh shit. Oh fuck! Wake up, Y/N! Open yer eyes. Please open yer eyes."

Just hearing his voice made you feel secure, but being cradled in his arms was home. Nothing, not even death himself, could take you from your home. All of your anxieties and fear were melted away by the warmth you could feel radiating from Kid. Not physical warmth, it was the warm tenderness of his touch and the caring that laced the concern in his words. Your voice was meek and there was the faintest hint of a smile touching your lips, "I don't....fucking.... have eyes..., you asshole." If you had all your wits about you and weren't barely clinging to consciousness, his words would have stung. Right now, though, you were happy to be alive and held by him again, and that was all that mattered.

Kid exhaled the breath he was holding in a relieved half-cry half-laugh. "Thank fuck. There's my girl." He bent over you and touched your forehead with his as he rocked gently back and forth. Your tough words didn't fool him. He could tell that you were deeply suffering, physically and mentally.

"Kid?" You could feel him pull away, hovering just above your face. "I'm ready...to ask... for help now."

He hugged you to himself, murmuring into your hair. "I would do anything for ya." 

"I know."

Next

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The Co-Host (Alastor x FemReader) X

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Summary: You are Alastors Co host in life, perhaps more. But are separated by a sudden death. When you are finally reunited in the under world, it is up to Alastor to figure out why you don’t remember him.

Warnings ! ! Mentions of Death and Bl00D

W/C: 2.3K

Note : Thank you so so so much to everyone who has enjoyed this story. This is the last chapter to this book BUT I can make another book if anyone is interested. I really do appreciate the love this has gotten. As when it started I thought no one would open it and now i have so many readers.

@cannibalcoyote @kahlan170 @sugxryratz @multifandom-superlover @t0xic1vi @saccharine-nectarine

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Rage filled his body, replacing his lust. Surging through his veins like some sort of adrenaline booster. "Satan...."

A cane appeared in his fingertips, gripping to tight they turned white. Circulation scared to temper with the angered wendigo. Shadows tailed behind his hooves like an army of deviancy. Nothing more to lose but his second life, but that was meaningless anyway without y/n. His minions disperse from him like pathogens looking for a host, flying through the walls and dimly lit areas of hell, looking for their target. Satan. 

Alastor rampaged through hell, his demonic form replacing any evidence of someone who was a human once upon a time. Radio dials replacing his pupils, and black tar like legs emerging from his torso like something from the deep sea. Face like a crazed killer relapsing, reminding him of who he was supposed to be. Lilith hadn't given him this great power for no reason, and he was going to use it. 

On the other side of hell, Y/n lay battered on a warehouse floor. Abandoned by its former workers, bought by Satan to be turned into another means of business without a doubt. 

"There were no distractions" She spluttered on the floor, arms bringing her away from the dirt. "My numbers are up, I don't understand..."

"Not even your sins can be of deterrence to that fool." The man mumbled, trailing around her like a coyote. "I should of killed him when I had the opportunity"

Y/n sat still, doe eyes following his movements with any anticipation to flee for her life. "I never asked for any of this"

"No one asks for anything!" He bites back, stopping in his step to lean towards the cowering demon at his feet. "I gave you a job to do, and you failed. I gave you opportunities to be a great overlord, a wealthy power to be reckoned with. And what do you do with it?"

She remained quiet, face falling to avoid his gaze. 

"What do you do with it?" He repeats. Voice quieter, more sinister. "You don't even use it" The quiet whisper turns to a dark chuckle. Repeating the sentence over and over. "You don't even use it". He can't even comprehend how anyone wouldn't want the power, how anyone would fail to use it. 

"What could one want more than raw magic?"

"Normality" Y/n mumbled. Feeling the blood running from her heart to her fingers, a sensation she missed from her previous life. "What do you need a million souls for? " Her tone became accusing, bolder. Climbing to her feet and balancing her stance to oppose the large man in front of her. She couldn't lose more than her life in this moment, she thought. "There is a limit for power, even for a sin as important as you. So, why so many?"

He bared his teeth, psychotic grin turning upside down to a menacing frown. Words nor forming audible, except for the growl vibrating the glare from his fangs. 

"Why do you need the souls?" Her voice raised, coming closer. Too close. One move and he could bite her head from her shoulders like a rabid bear. 

"Power?"

"I must bring her back!" A vociferous outcry escaped him. A new level of hostility replacing his aura, a hand reaching out and grasping her neck. Restricting any air from escaping his prey. "They took her from me" Guttural sounds gave her goosebumps, watching the tormented memories in his eyes crying, driving him to the brink of insanity as the seconds passed. His anguish pouring out in a storm of shattered words and furious tears. 

Y/n clawed at the broken flesh of his fists in desperation, her fear doing the work for her as her body flailed about under his undeniable grasp. Air struggling to escape her muffled ranting for help. Her vision began to fade to the darkness of her eyelids, bloodshot at they roll away from the world. Her fighting against his merciless force taking her life from her. 

"You are replaceable, everyone is. That's what they told me. That's what they said when they took her" His fist grew tighter with ever slow word to fall from him. "They took her, so I'll take you"

Something flew through the air, something sharp. Hitting him in the hand, resulting in another nasty outburst of roars and splattered words from the sin. 

"So, this is why you are the Sin of wraith. Not very composed, I see. How fitting" Static rung in the air as y/n took in as much oxygen the world around her could offer. Clutching her throat in agony. 

The same static got louder and louder from the life outside the building, till it stopped abruptly. The sense of inevitable danger weighed on satans shoulders, looking around in a panicked state for the source. 

"A lot more paranoid than I suspected.." A hand landed on his shoulder, and sunk its claws into him. The large figure swung round, landing an elbow in Alastor's face. Stunning him. 

Satan took a long second to compose himself of the almighty being in front of him, almost too big for the large ceilings. "Impressive" he put a hand over his shoulder, a flicker of light hitting him before the wound was swiftly removed. "But not that impressive".

The sin tripled in size in just a minute. Legs stretching out, and new ones forming from his torso. Face warping into another species, one that Alastor feared the most. A hellhound, Hades himself would be scared. The absence of skin, replaced by hard bone, gave Alastor a feeling of doubt. Yet, his will to win never making a mark on the sinister grin sprawled across his jaw.  

Strong brick and infrastructure of the warehouse began to crumble. Falling around y/n like heavy snow. She had little time to comprehend what was happening as she was pulled out from underneath a falling brick. She sat, confused, on a patch of grass on the outskirts of a forest. A familiar shadow floating next to her on the floor, giving her a sad smile. Gesturing for her to remain in her place, before flying back to his owner. 

Green and Purple hues floated atop the skyline, rocks flying for miles around her as the two beasts began their decent on one another. Primal echoes of their agony sent a wave of anxiety into confused citizens. Scared to see what the commotion was about. A symphony of raw power emitting from the two, clashing and crumbling buildings around their feet. 

Y/n swallowed her fear, and struggled to her feet. It was true, she had power unlike any other overlord. Gifted to her from a sin himself, maybe she wasn't the most powerful being in the universe. But anything could help Alastor win this battle. She took a deep breath, and let it out. Letting her form sink into the ground with a purple mist following her to her destination. Materializing a few meters away from no-mans-land.

Alastor nor Satan took any interest in her presence. Till the ground shook under their feet, and Violet radiance blinded them. Almost like a storm was brewing from the core of the Earth. Years of pent up aggression and frustration came out in a loud bellow, her form warping into what could only be described as a Phoenix. Her large, dragon like body emerged from the human flesh on her back, ripping and burning it to ashes. Fur mixed with dark scales on her winged being, reminding everyone she was still a being from hell. A large beak let out a god awful screech, gaining the attention from everyone in the pentagram, and deafening those too close. Her feathers Ebony and Royal purple, resembling flames the colour of a dawning sky. Ash settled at the talons that broke the concrete below her weight, ash from her former body. 

Everything froze, to admire the beautiful beast in their presence. Mistaken for a corrupt god. Satan would have been proud, if the circumstances were different. He fell backwards a few inches, his form seemingly shrinking. Barely noticeable. 

"Y/n?" Alastor's figure remained the same, but the look in his eyes returned as he looked over to the large beast next to him. A mix of adoration and fear overcoming him. Y/n dared to move her gaze to him, then back to the offender. Remaining silent like a titan. 

Her stance shifted, a foot coming forward with great force in an instant. Letting out another unnerving scream. 

"What in my fathers name is going on here?"

Everyone looked over to y/n. Who did her best attempt at a shrug with her bird shoulders. Eyes widened as she, too, looked around for the source of the voice. The three of them turned to see a small man, hanging in the air with his large wings. Anger painted on his scowl, and arms crossed like a disappointed father. 

"Down!" He shouted, like they were animals, as he pointed towards the floor. The three of the beats shares a confused and almost embarrassed look, as they hesitantly retook their position as an average hell being. Shrinking simultaneously to their previous sizes. 

"Lucifer! How good to see you aga-"

The small man landed in front of Satan, taking no second to strike him across the face. "What do you think you are doing in pride? Destroying my buildings? Scaring my sinners?"

The large man looked down on him with a saddened look, holding the red mark on his face. "I had business to tend to"

Lucifer let out a frustrated laugh as he gestured to the damage around them. "Ya call this business?" He laughed again, stuttering, and holding his temple firmly "I don't even know what to say. Go home!" He flashed him with his horns for a brief second before letting himself calm down. "We will be discussing this later... But a few of your souls are going to be conviscated!"

Y/n stood awkwardly next to Al, holding an arm with the other. The king of hell turned to the two after Wraith had disappeared from his sight like a toddler with a tantrum. "And you two..." His arms crossed again, looking them up and down. Leaning uncomfortably close to them. "I expect more from overlords of my ring."

"I apologies... You're majesty" Y/n inched closer to Alastor for comfort, who remained silent. Staring at the short man in his gaze. 

The king shook his head, mumbling to himself. "This just won't do" 

"Do you mind... getting my soul back?" 

He returned her question with a very unimpressed stare.

"For Lucifers sake... Alastor!" Y/n's voice echoed through the house like a siren in the deer's ears. 

"Yes, Mon Cheri?" He appeared behind her in the kitchen, startling her. He spun and wacked him lightly in the chest in retaliation. "What's wrong?" "You ate the last of the snacks? I was saving them for our movie night" Y/n pouted, holding up an empty box of wafers. 

"I did no such thing. I don't even enjoy those bland creations" He pretended to take offence, holding his heart.

"Well, who else would have eaten them?"

He grinned wider, staring at her with little to no expression before grabbing her arm. "We are going to be late for our broadcast, dear. Lets solve this mystery later" He began to drag her behind him. 

"I think it's already solved" She mumbled, keeping up with his pace.

After the long journey they had suffered together, the two decided to bring a sense of normality to their life's. Staring a new Broadcasting service for all the rings of hell to enjoy. Y/n and co-host. Her name going from the overlord of souls, to the overlord of media. For now, at least. . They did broadcasts 6 days of the week, updating hell on gossip or general news. Even being introduced to sinners who listened to their broadcasts in life. Growing their names, all over again. 

If you want to know what happened to Satan, Lucifer had him put in mandatory therapy for his anger issues. And for his problems surrounding grieving. But y/n's soul was returned to her by the king himself. Well... not so much returned as it was re-located to lucifers possession. Giving a soul back is a lot harder than it sounds. But the point it, it is in a safer place. Satan's Business has been put on hold, for now. Losing over 70% of his workers to lucifer, due to mental instability. Maybe he will rise to power again one day, but at least y/n no longer has to worry about it. 

"Good morning you foul sinners, and today me, and my wonderful co-host Alastor, are bringing you todays news!" 

"Thank you Y/n! Yes, today is already a day not to forget. Turf wars making their way through the east side of the pentagram with someone known as Sir Pentious!" Alastor chuckled "He doesn't seem to be doing so well!" 

The two laughed together. The static from the radio emitting from the small device in a kitchen. Electronic fingers reach out to turn the dial, turning the volume up as the chatter continued. A large figure was perched, listening intently to the noise. A bored expression on his face. "you too, won't be doing so well soon" The boredom shifted to an amused grin. Baring his electronic teeth on his flat face. Static emitting from his body like a circuit.  Vox gave a knowing look towards his small radio. 

[chelseeebe]

pick a side or i’ll pick you both.

ghostface!eddie x ghostface!femreader x steve

oh there is murder, there is adultery, there is smut. there’s just about every major sin. (oh and will byers is dead :/)

she nods frantically, eyes wide with fear. it’s like fucking crack. you’d love to see how much you could get her to squirm. beg for your forgiveness. but you were aware the more you prolonged this, the more you risked getting caught.

or you and eddie become partners in crime. how wrong could it go?

a/n: cooking up a part two to this already, i really could’ve just gone on and on but it was already rather long so thought i’d split it.

part one. | part two. | epilogue.

‘i want to wrap my hands around her fucking neck,’ you spit, narrowed eyes on the image of your boyfriend and nancy wheeler giggling, awfully close. to one another.

eddie let’s out a maniacal laugh, leaning over towards you, ‘why don’t you?’

you break your glare and look at him, ‘because it’s illegal, dumbass.’

‘and?’ he dips his head, suddenly straight faced, fortunately it was only the pair of you on the table.

‘don’t tempt me,’ you push back, tilting your head at him, still not taking him entirely seriously.

‘you’ve seen those movies, right? psycho killer.. kills all the teens.. that sorta shit.’

‘yeah.. and they always get caught at the end of it.. not really selling it for me, munson,’ you look back at nancy and steve, still batting her sickly doll eyes at him.

eddie follows your eyes, ‘that’s the thing.. we wouldn’t, it’s basically the perfect crime, mask up.. leave no trace, unbeatable.’

you relent, giving him the benefit of the doubt, ‘okay.. say we do this, then what? just go on to the live the rest of our lives? live with the thought of what we’ve done?’

‘yeah,’ he nods enthusiastically, ‘or.. you might find you enjoy it.. and we go on a crazy killing spree.’

‘i don’t think so.. you really think we could do this? and be fucking serious eddie.’

‘deathly serious,’ he chuckles, ‘you’re actually down?’

‘i’m not saying i’m down.. i’d just like to hear more of this amazing plan, and then i’ll decide,’ you nod, was killing nancy really an option?

knowing eddie he was one hundred percent joking, some elaborate prank to embarrass you or to get you in on some weird drug peddling scheme.

though, the thought of nancy just permanently being gone was incredibly tempting, and say that eddie was being serious.. why would you not do it?

‘come by my trailer later, we can talk about it properly,’ his eyes shoot up, ‘heads up.. your communal boyfriend is coming.’

he sits back in his sit properly as steve joins the table, sliding into the seat next to you, ‘hey baby,’ his arm coming to rest around your waist.

you’re oddly quiet for the rest of lunch, contemplating whether to follow eddie into this insane plan. spending the rest of your life in jail wasn’t exactly how you’d planned but on the flip side, not having a third wheel for the entirety of your relationship sounded just heavenly.

-

turns out, eddie’s plan wasn’t totally shit. he’d ran through the entire thing, detailed plans on how it would go down. complete anonymity thanks to his cheap silicone halloween masks and the large black robe that would cover your entire body.

you’d had to bring him back down to earth a couple times, reminding him that neither of you were exactly a reincarnation of bundy.

‘so you wanna do it?’ he cocks his head, looking down at you perched on the earth sofa.

he’d jumped up halfway through his pitch, gesturing wildly and getting over excited, practically shaking as he walked you through his steps.

you bite down on your bottom lip, could you really kill someone? was it even possible to live with that guilt for the rest of your life?

the image of nancy batting her long eyelashes at steve flashes through your mind. and the urge to strangle her comes flooding back, previous thoughts drowned out with the new picture of your hands wrapped around her neck as she squirms beneath you.

‘let’s do it,’ you affirm, eddie nearly jumps for joy at the confirmation.

‘now?’ he asks, resuming his position on the couch.

‘no.. don’t be stupid,’ you ponder, you weren’t all too familiar with nancy’s schedule but you could most definitely find out, ‘nancy’s mom is in the pta.. they meet on wednesday’s.. so we know she’s out then..’

‘okay.. that’s good, i say we strike on wednesday.. mommy will be out, her dad’s a fucking loser, drinks in the same bar as my uncle and he’s always going on about how much he hates his life.’

you nod, formulating the perfect plan. how and when you would strike. it wasn’t going to easy of course, but you knew it would be worth it.

steve had accidentally let slip that he used to climb through her bedroom window, complaining that he couldn’t do that at your house. he caught a well deserved attitude for that one.

‘the window.. we go through the window,’ you grimace, ‘that’s how steve used to get in.’

eddie makes a whistling sound but doesn’t elaborate. you sit in his trailer for the rest of the night, working out timings, weapons and whatever other tiny, seemingly meaningless details that you could not fuck up.

-

you were nervous, unsure if you were about to commit to the worst decision of your life. but on the ride over, eddie makes sure to remind you of her disgusting pout, the small, seemingly innocent touches to steve’s arm and that stupid baby voice she put on in every conversation.

you’re angry all over again. sick to your stomach that she’d even have the audacity to act like that with your boyfriend. especially when her own boyfriend looked on in sad despair.

fucking cunt.

you’d taken your moms car, as to not draw suspicions in eddie’s ratty van. parking just down the street with all the other fancy cars.

eddie runs through the plan once more, ensuring that you understood. go in through the window, muzzle her and then you could do whatever the hell you’d wanted.

the masks smelt disgusting, like rubber and plastic and it was particularly hot under the extra layers.

eddie hoists himself up first, reaching down to grab onto your hand, landing on the slanted side roof.

he slinks over to the window, looking in before motioning for you to join him. she wasn’t in there. perfect opportunity to get in and hide somewhere.

‘open the window then, jackass,’ you hiss, nudging him.

it doesn’t open at first and you peer around hoping no nosy neighbours had decided to stick their nose out. you were pretty much hidden in the darkness but you couldn’t be too sure.

he finally gets it open, not without a struggle and hops in, turning to help you get through.

you glance around her room, all perfect and quaint. there’s a photo booth reel of her and steve still tucked into her mirror and you roll your eyes at the images of them grinning and laughing. the last one of him kissing her on the cheek particularly infuriates you.

‘fucking hide,’ eddie spits, taking position behind her door.

you flip him the finger, lingering on the photo and debating whether to rip it into pieces on her floor. perhaps that was too obvious.

you perch on all fours behind her bed, cursing under your breath as the synthetic material of the robe itches your arms.

you’re unsure how long you sit there waiting. it had to have been a good twenty minutes before you hear the stairs creak and you look at eddie one last time before ducking down properly.

the door opens and promptly shuts, a muffled high pitch squeal comes from that direction and you assume eddie had done his part.

you stand up finally, watching as nancy struggles with eddie’s hand clamped over her mouth, the other arm keeping her arms contained behind her back.

she can’t see it but you’re smirking, slowly walking over to the pair. eddie had had the common sense to lock her door before attacking.

‘shut up,’ you bark as she thrashes around, obviously trying to scream through his hand.

no where near loud enough for anyone else to hear, thankfully.

her eyes widen at the obvious recognition of your voice and she subdues for a second, chest heaving.

‘i know what you are nancy wheeler,’ pointing the knife edge to her throat, not enough pressure to really hurt her, but she starts panting, tears leaking out of her eyes.

you’re close enough to see every last expression on her face.

‘you’re a slut,’ you snarl, ‘you should’ve just listened when i told you to fuck off,’ tilting your head.

the sight of her so panicked only fuelling your rage. her tears drenching eddie’s gloved hand.

‘fucking do it,’ he snaps, almost struggling to contain her.

she must have gotten out of his grip slightly, her hand reaching around to claw at your arm. causing a hushed fuck out of your mouth. you return the knife to her throat, pushing harder than before as eddie reclaims full control of her arms.

‘you wanna apologise nancy?’ you glower through the mask, jaw tense, ‘apologise for being so obsessed with my boyfriend?’

she nods frantically, eyes wide with fear. it’s like fucking crack. you’d love to see how much you could get her to squirm. beg for your forgiveness. but you were aware the more you prolonged this, the more you risked getting caught.

‘too late,’ you hiss, slashing the knife across her throat, spurts of red blood come pouring out and eddie let’s go, her body falling to the floor.

‘holy shit,’ he breathes, watching as the life drains from her face, helpless gasps of her last breaths come out of her mouth.

you don’t move. frozen in place as the carpet slowly turns a dark shade of red. she eventually stops moving, eyes still wide and no longer blinking.

‘we need to go, now,’ eddie tugs on your hand.

but your eyes don’t move from her body, watching even as you climb out of the window. in a state of shock as you sprint back to your mom’a abandoned car.

eddie gets in, discarding the mask on the back seat and putting his foot to the floor to get out of there.

you don’t say a word. mouth open as you blankly watch the moving road.

‘you okay over there?’ he questions, slightly worried at your lack of response, ‘give me something here,’ his eyes dart between you and the road, flashing you a worried look.

but it wasn’t regret. no. you’d liked it. the feeling of being so powerful that you could take a life.

you catch your breath, throwing your mask into the back with his, looking over at eddie at last.

‘that was.. insane,’ you shudder, a large grin overtaking your face.

eddie bangs on the steering wheel, matching your smile, ‘holy shit, i thought you were freaking out on me.’

you reel for a second, fully taking in the entire event. how good it felt to see the blood gushing out of nancy. the colour draining from her face. knowing that she could no longer get in the way of your relationship.

-

you’d heard through steve that jonathan byers had been in questioning all night. as nancy’s current past boyfriend it was the obvious place to turn to.

you’re sat in the courtyard with steve, eddie and robin, consoling your boyfriend and trying your hardest to appear condoling.

there were cop cars littered outside of the school, slowly making their way through the register and interviewing each and every student. it’s a horrible feeling but you can’t help it. the swelling feeling of pride in your chest. satisfied that not a single person had suspected you.

steve had already been interviewed, fast tracked due to his previous relationship, ‘they said she didn’t fight back..’ he sighs and your hand comes up to rub his back, ‘i just hope she wasn’t in pain.’

the still stinging scratch down your forearm would suggest differently, but you just pull your shirtsleeve further down, nodding at his pathetic pining.

‘it was probably some psycho,’ robin shakes her head, ‘targeting lone women.. maybe we’re next,’ she looks at you, wide-eyed.

‘don’t say that shit,’ steve spits, scowling at her.

‘i’m just saying.. it’s a very real possibility,’ she replies, although she admits defeat and hangs her head, picking at her nails.

‘i don’t think so.. it was probably just a freak event.. we’ll be okay,’ you nod, glancing at eddie who was uncharacteristically quiet.

‘man, i just can’t believe it..’ steve mopes, clutching onto your hand.

if you’d known he was going to be such a sad sack of shit maybe you wouldn’t have done it. you’d done this for him. for your relationship. he needed to realise that this was for the better. though, now you could at least be the one to make him feel better. eventually he’d get over it.

maybe you’d have to kill him next if he couldn’t get a damn grip.

a group of girls walk past, talking loudly about jonathan being released, he’d been at work at the movie theatre all night. for a second you’re disappointed, now they were definitely still on the hunt for the killer.

accusations turn to sympathetic voices, pitying the poor boy. you hadn’t really thought of this aspect. gotta be shit to lose your brother and girlfriend and be accused of killing them both.

‘did you hear that? byer’s has been released.. that means they’re still out there,’ eddie speaks up, raising his eyebrows.

‘they’ll find him, they have to. it can’t be that hard in this tiny town,’ steve frowns.

‘him? how’d you know it’s a him?’ eddie adds and if looks could kill, he’d have been keeled over on the floor in an instant.

‘i don’t, asshole.. just assuming,’ your boyfriend sniffs, now being the one to glare at eddie.

the bell rings and you snap to attention, standing from the small bench you’d all been gathered on, ‘i’ll see you at lunch?’ standing on your tiptoes to reach steve’s face.

he nods, giving you a small smile. you take it because it is a hell of a lot better than that sad pout he’d had plastered on his face.

‘try not to think about it,’ leaving a soft kiss on his cheek and breaking away from the group, heading towards your class.

there’s loud footsteps following behind and then suddenly eddie is right next to you, smirking.

‘you’re a fucking idiot, how’d you know it’s a him,’ you mimic in hushed tones.

‘oh c’mon.. your blessed boyfriend is not that smart,’ eddie snarks, baring his teeth with that psychotic smile.

‘wipe that fucking grin off your face.. you look guilty as fuck,’ you hit back, looking at the surrounding students and just praying none of them noticed.

‘hey..’ he reaches out to touch your arm, ‘we did it, didn’t we? stop worrying, no one suspects a thing,’ he whispers, following you into the building.

‘yeah we hope,’ you snap, ‘you better pray your plan worked.. i’m too fucking pretty to go to jail,’ storming away from him and into the classroom.

he watches you leave, a small smirk on his lips before skulking into his own classroom.

-

‘you gonna protect me from the big scary murderer stevie?’ you breathe, leaving soft kisses along his jaw.

you’d gone over to steve’s house under the guise of keeping him company, and maybe to get laid. and after a feeble attempt to do homework, you’d found yourself on his lap, lazily making out.

he pauses for a second, internally debating whether being so horny just days after his ex-girlfriend was brutally murdered was perhaps too far.

it doesn’t take much convincing though as your hips grind against his, sucking the skin on his neck. soft groans tumbling out of his parting lips.

he pulls his head back before kissing you, his hands finally grip onto your exposed thighs. a low moan rumbles into your mouth, his hands slide under your skirt.

your fingers tangle into his hair, continuing to move your hips against him, ‘y’want me to make you feel better baby?’

‘mmhmm,’ he whines, pushing your skirt up and exposing your ass, ‘please baby,’ practically begging as you reach down to feel his growing erection.

just as you were about to unzip his bulging jeans, there’s a bang from somewhere outside, he freezes, ‘did you hear that?’ mumbling against your cheek.

‘it’s just the wind, steve,’ you moan back, still palming him through his jeans.

‘no.. no, that wasn’t.. wait,’ he gently pushes you away from him, ‘someone’s outside,’ he sits up from the couch, still holding onto your thighs.

‘there’s no one outside.. c’mon steve,’ you pout, grasping his shoulders.

you knew damn well that the murderer wasn’t outside, she was sat right on his lap for christ’s sake.

before you can regain his attention, another bang happens, right on his living room window.

his head snaps to you, ‘i fucking told you..’ his eyes are wide, full of worry that he was about to meet a similar fate to nancy, ‘he’s here.’

you’re pushed off of his lap, landing in the spot next to him on the couch, desperately trying to pull your skirt back down.

‘i’m telling you.. there’s no one here,’ well, there could be, but you definitely had nothing to do with it this time.

steve stands, panicked, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a rather large knife. he looked quite comical really, wielding a kitchen knife accompanying his raging boner.

you roll your eyes, not impressed by his heroic stance against the wind.

something knocks at the back door and steve spins on his heel, ‘i’ve got a knife! i’m not afraid to use it!’ screeching at the glass.

he gingerly walks over to the door, knuckles white as he grips onto the handle. it’s at that point you hear the all too familiar cackle.

fucking eddie.

he finally makes his appearance, waving at him from the glass. steve drops the knife, cussing eddie out as he unlocks the door for him.

‘dude, what the fuck?’ he screams as eddie saunters in, grinning.

‘oh come on.. you weren’t really scared?’ he looks at the discarded knife, and then to your boyfriends semi, ‘that’s kinda weird, dude.. but whatever you’re into i guess.’

‘fuck off, what are you even doing here?’ steve grills him, and you join him in the kitchen, holding onto steve’s arm.

‘i came to teach you kids about the first rule of horror.. never have sex, how fucking stupid are you?’ eddie chuckles, you stare daggers into him.

steve sighs, leaning back against the counter, ‘you’re an asshole man, i thought we were about to be next! where’d you learn comedy? psycho school?’

‘yeah, eddie. so not funny,’ you frown, attempting to signal for him to leave.

‘hey, i couldn’t let you guys get killed, could i? y’know there’s a scary killer out there,’ he smirks, opening the fridge and retrieving one of steve’s dads beers, promptly cracking it open on his teeth.

‘jesus- i’m gonna get changed.. make yourself at home,’ steve grumbles, slinking off from the kitchen.

‘what’d you cum in your pants or something?’ eddie bellows, watching as you check steve had actually gone upstairs.

you rush over to him, punching his arm and causing a tidal wave of beer to flow out of the bottle, ‘you’re a fucking asshole,’ you hiss, quiet enough.

‘sorry princess, guess you’ll have to get your rocks off some other time,’ he smirks, taking another large swig.

you huff, ‘i’ll fucking kill you next.. don’t think i won’t,’ warning him with wide eyes, retrieving the knife and waving it about vaguely in his direction.

‘yeah yeah.. nice panties by the way, really enjoyed the show,’ licking his bottom lip.

you slide the knife back into the wooden block, spinning to glare at him again. before you can insult his entire family line, you’re interrupted by steve coming back into the kitchen, now in a pair of grey sweatpants.

‘you’re a real asshole, dude.. i could’ve stabbed you,’ he mumbles, getting himself a beer.

‘yeah yeah, i’ve just had an earful from her.. don’t need another one,’ eddie replies, scouring steve’s cupboards.

it’s enraging you. the indistinguishable fury rising in your stomach. if steve hadn’t come and saved his life, you might have just killed him then and there.

‘what’re we doing then? movie?’ eddie laughs, walking past you and into the living, settling right into the spot where you and steve had just disgraced his sofa.

steve follows, flashing you a small smile and a sarcastic eye roll. that pisses you off too.

why couldn’t he just tell him to get the fuck out? be a man. i’m fucking my girlfriend here man. time to go. but he doesn’t. he sits on the other loveseat, gesturing for you to join him.

eddie picks some god awful slasher film to watch, making sure to point out exactly where you and steve had gone wrong.

you’re seething with rage every time his mouth opens, not even bothering to pay attention to the film and instead willing him to blow up with your mind.

when the movie finishes, eddie stands and dramatically yawns, looking at his watch, ‘it’s getting late.. i’ll give you a ride home,’ he nods at you, if you hadn’t seen it before you would’ve missed his sarcastic smirk.

steve nods in agreement, ‘it’s on the way.. i’ll see you at school tomorrow?’ hand sliding down your back.

you grin and bare it. gritting your teeth as you get your bag. feeling both of their eyes on your thighs and you bend down to collect your belongings.

you’re sure to practically make out with steve on the doorstep, leaving a solemn last kiss to his neck as you trundle over to eddie’s rusty old van.

it’s only when you’re halfway down the road that you explode, ‘what the actual fuck is wrong with you?’

eddie responds with that same maniacal laughter, ‘banging his hand onto the steering wheel, ‘awh, did someone get cockblocked? sucks.’

‘i don’t think you understand, i will fucking kill you.. you’ve seen the goddamn proof,’ you grit, turned to face him.

‘good, keep that rage!’ he balls his hand into a fist, ‘we’re gonna need it.’

‘what the fuck are you talking about?’

‘carver. it’s happening, tonight,’ he grins, going the complete opposite way to your house.

‘no the fuck it is not, are you crazy? there’s not- we don’t even have a plan! you just gonna walk in there and gut him?’ you scream, flabbergasted at his frankly insane suggestion.

‘’hmm, basically,’ he nods, ‘calm down sweetheart.. shit’s in the back.. perfect alibi.. what could go wrong?’

-

a lot. apparently.

first of all, eddie had neglected to mention you’d be going to jason’s mansion to off him. or that his parents would be home.

he’d had to park miles away and you’d skulked through the forest backing onto his property for what seemed like hours before you reached the gigantic house.

secondly, eddie had planned to slip through his window and just slash his throat in his sleep. not taking into account that he might not be asleep and still sat at his desk, stressing over some math problem.

‘now what do we do? huh, genius?’ you spat, watching the illuminated window.

‘just.. fuck, just follow me,’ he hissed, leading the way across the large garden.

perhaps wearing your shortest, sluttiest skirt to a murder was the wrong idea. but, in your defence this was definitely not supposed to happen tonight.

eddie gestured for you to clamber up first, but you aren’t stupid, slapping his arm, ‘not a chance, pervert,’ you hissed, met with a smug smile as he reluctantly climbed up onto the awning.

you were supposed to serve as distraction, knock on the window, get him to let you inside and then eddie would swoop in and finish him off.

mumbling something about the killer. his light was on. no- no parents. and you were in.

solid plan. if it weren’t for the fact that eddie is a fucking idiot. he tumbles through the window, landing on jason’s floor with a thud. he looked like a damn goof with the mask on, now crooked and quite comical.

‘wha- what the fuck is going on?’ jason stammers, backing away from you.

‘jesus christ, can you do anything right?’ you sigh, dragging eddie from the floor, already making your way back to the window.

there’s a muffled scream and a horrid squelching sound, jason’s body crashing to the ground and then you’re hurried back through the window. scraping your knee on the brickwork on the way down.

you can’t stifle the laugh as eddie pulls you back through the trees, tripping over branches in the barely lit forest.

one would say that you were addicted. the thrill. the excitement of knowing exactly what you’d just done and subsequently gotten away with. there was not a chance in hell anyone would ever suspect the two of you.

after the initial glow had worn off and you’d come back down to earth sat in eddie’s van, you turn to look at him, ‘i really am done now.. we can’t do this again.’

‘whaaat?’ he glances at you, ‘the fun’s just starting sweetheart, plenty more assholes to off in this town,’ his eyes are wide, dark.

‘no.. that’s it, count me out of whatever you have planned next,’ you assert, running fingers through your hair in an attempt to look slightly more presentable.

he scoffs, ‘i don’t believe you, you love it,’ his eyes are back on you, ‘i saw you back there.. fucking grinning like a cheshire cat, don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it.’

‘i’m not saying i didn’t enjoy it.. we just, we’re not off the hook yet, i don’t wanna go to prison because you got too stab happy,’ you jab back, applying another layer of lipgloss in the small visor mirror.

‘we’re not going to prison, no one has a fucking clue it’s us,’ he grins, pulling into your street.

‘you don’t know that,’ you sigh, grabbing your handbag from the floor, ‘i think we should just.. slow down a little.. y’know, do it when it’s necessary.’

‘where’s the fun in that?’ he says, stopping outside of your house.

before you can get out he reaches over, stopping the door from fully opening, ‘one more.. and then we can stop.. do it on your terms.’

you pause, glaring at him and the little optimistic grin on his face, ‘fine,’ you huff, ‘who’s the unfortunate guy?’

‘principal higgins.. that wrinkly fuck is the only reason i’m still in high school, i think he’s more than deserving.’

‘right, you got an actual plan this time or are we just going in fucking bareback?’

‘oh no, i’ve got the perfect plan,’ he taps the side of his head, ‘up here.. we can talk more tomorrow.. i just needed you on my side.’

‘well, i am, can i go now?’ you glance down at his hand still holding onto the plastic handle.

he sits back in his seat, ‘yeah, meet me before school.. i’ll run you through it.’

‘right, goodnight psycho,’ you call as you hop down from the van, slamming the door shut.

he watches from the window as you disappear through the door and then speeds off into the night.

-

higgins went off without a hitch. kind of. it had been a friday night and eddie already knew he’d still be at the school doing god knows what.

he’d wanted to really torture him. make him beg for forgiveness, draw it out for as long as possible but you’d reminded him that the small town was absolutely crawling with cops and news crews and perhaps it wasn’t the best idea.

he has his fun though. receiving a personal apology for all the times he’d fucked eddie over. for making him retake all those years.

you suppose it was a little satisfying. that prick had given you enough detentions and notes home for inappropriate clothing choices so you enjoyed watching him squirm for a while.

but eddie does what eddie does and got far too cocky, taking off his mask and having higgins perform this whole boot kissing ritual and you’d just about had enough. getting ready to dip as soon as he’d done it.

there was a faint vacuuming sound from the hall and you realise the janitor was also probably still here, hissing for eddie to just hurry the fuck up.

he does. eventually. the most evil laugh erupting from his throat as he plunges the knife into his back, a horrid sputtering sound as he chokes for his last few breaths.

eddie gets the last few kicks in, slamming his head into desk. and then starts rooting around the large filing cabinet.

‘what are you doing?’ you asked, itching to just get the fuck out of there.

‘i want my file, i wanna see all the shit he’s put in there,’ he replied, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth.

‘are you thick? and when they go through the files and yours is missing, you think they’ll just ignore that?’

‘ahh shit,’ he frowned, looking at you and nodding before slamming the metal drawer closed.

you shake your head before opening his office door, ‘put your mask back on before anyone sees us.’

and thank fuck you did. you were almost out of the school when the very janitor you’d heard cleaning earlier turns the corner, spotting the pair of you before you dash out of the doors. pulling eddie behind you and into the car.

you had definitely broken the speed limit on the drive back to eddie’s trailer, chest heaving. you were becoming far too accustomed to this feeling. finding too much joy in taking away someone else’s life.

the added thrill of almost being caught not helping your pounding heart. knowing that you were just this close to being seen.

eddie’s rambling on in the passenger seat, gloating about the look the old man’s face, the sheer terror he had instilled in the grown man. killing him in the very office where he had told eddie that he was being held back once again.

you pull up on the gravel outside his trailer, the trailer park was always a ghost town, the residents always at work or sleeping for their night shift. there was no worry anyone would catch you here.

you follow him into the metal building, head fuzzy with excitement, that dizzy feeling ringing through your entire body.

‘holy fuck,’ you exhale, almost vibrating with excitement.

his pupils are blown out, staring straight into yours. and in a swift motion, before you can even think about what was happening, his lips are pressed to yours, fingers digging into your hip as you’re pushed back into the long cabinet.

you weren’t even really aware that you were kissing him back, a mess of teeth and tongues, your arms snake around his neck, using his body for balance as you’re walked back into the tiny kitchen area.

there’s a loud clattering as the counter top is cleared, kitchen appliances crash to the ground in one fell swoop of eddie’s arm and then you’re being hoisted onto the counter, still making sloppy contact with his lips.

you’re not even thinking. there’s no time to as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, skirt hiked up over your thighs by his ringed hands. one arm is still hooked around his shoulder while the other grips onto the marble surface, giving some stability.

he burrows his face into the crook of your neck, just barely yanking his jeans and in turn, his boxers down before pulling your red panties to the side.

‘you wanna?’ he pants into your neck, and you nod quickly in response.

he wastes no time before slipping into your already soaked entrance, groaning as his fingernails dig into the skin of your thighs.

‘jesus fuck,’ he grunts, setting a steady pace, the cold feeling of his ringed fingers sliding up your thighs.

your legs hold him in place, face pressed into the shoulder of his denim jacket, the knob of the cabinet behind digs into your spine but the pleasure overrides the ache.

it’s animalistic, his thrusts are hard and deep, a plethora of hoarse grunts fall from his lips. one hand creeps up, thumb circling your clit, eliciting the most disgusting pornographic sound to rise from your throat.

this only encourages him, filthy sounds of his skin against yours fill the trailer. you were sure anyone outside could see the damn thing rocking.

‘fuuck,’ you moan through gritted teeth as his thumb continues to draw patterns on your clit. the familiar tight feeling in your core begins to rise.

the rhythmic sound of his knee banging into the cabinet door below you as he mumbles incoherent curse words into the air. his nails begin to sting, making indentations in your thighs as he bears his own high.

‘i’m gonna- fuck,’ you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the coil snaps, clenching around him as your legs tremble.

‘jesus,’ he pants, a solid few final thrusts as he reaches his own orgasm, sweaty forehead stuck in the curve of your neck.

you stay in that position for a moment, panting together. as you both come back down to earth, he pulls away, fiddling with the zip on his jeans.

you hop down from the counter, readjusting your own underwear, staring at the ugly tiles on the floor.

‘i have a boyfriend,’ you remark, as if you’d only just remembered. as if you hadn’t literally killed for him.

eddie scoffs, wiping a hand down his face, ‘pretty stupid thing to say when my cum is running down your leg.’

you squeeze your legs together in response, smoothing down your skirt and screwing up your face at him, ‘this stays between us.. no one ever has to know, okay?’

‘calm down, darlin’, i was hardly about to go running to tell steve that i’ve just fucked his girlfriend,’ he laughs, fixing the waistband of his boxers and walking into the hallway to his room.

you stare blankly, wondering what the hell he was up to now. you’d just defamed his kitchen and he’s just walked off?

he re-emerges, holding a small bag of weed, ‘you wanna smoke?’

‘no,’ you reply flatly, ‘i’m gonna go.’

‘suit yourself,’ he raises his eyebrows before collapsing on the couch, beginning to roll up.

you walk over to the door, swinging it half open before pausing, ‘i mean it, eddie.. don’t say a thing,’ you spit before exiting, his reaction not necessary.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

-

‘you knew nancy, didn’t you?’ jonathan asks, looking up at you from across the table.

robin had graciously asked him to join you guys for lunch. you’d been a bit antsy about it, not sure how much you could lie to him about what you knew. you felt bad for him, after all, he’d lost both his brother and now his girlfriend.

she should’ve stayed the fuck out of your relationship then.

‘kinda i guess.. we weren’t really friends or anything,’ you shrug, brushing him off.

but his eyes don’t move, narrowed and glaring at you, ‘oh.. i thought you two spoke, nancy said you did,’ he continues.

you swallow, trying your hardest not to look nervous although you weren’t sure how well that was working.

‘a few times.. we were in a few classes together,’ giving a small smile, throw him off whatever scent he thinks he’s picked up.

he hums, ‘right.. i always thought it was a little strange.. you never seemed like you liked her,’ beady eyes on you.

‘of course i did- sorry, i don’t understand what you’re trying to say,’ frowning slightly, eternally grateful that robin was the only other person at the table and she wasn’t really paying attention.

‘i’m not saying anything, just trying to make some sense of it all,’ he glowers, dipping his head and finally taking the hint to stop talking.

he was onto you. you knew it. he knew it. actually, what the fuck does he know? nancy sure as hell never spoke about you, especially not in a positive light. you could guarantee that.

the others eventually join you, gossiping about higgins and the apparent horrific state he’d been found in. jonathan’s eyes do not relent. anytime you’d look up, it was a given that he would be staring. it’s like he’s trying to figure you out.

before he walks off to his next class, you pull eddie to the side, under the guise of some maths homework bull shit.

‘jonathan fucking knows,’ you say through gritted teeth, ensuring no one could hear you.

‘what are you talking about?’ he replies, shoving miscellaneous scraps of paper into his bag.

‘he fucking knows eddie,’ you eye the surrounding students, none of them interested in what you were saying.

‘i can guarantee you he doesn’t, how would he?’

‘i don’t know! he was asking me all these.. weird questions about nancy.. can you just trust me on this?’ you hiss, grabbing his sleeve as he turns to walk to his class.

he stops, looking down at you with questioning eyes, ‘you’re sure?’

‘like.. sixty percent.’

he sighs and your grip tightens, holding him in place, ‘that’s not very sure.’

‘i need you to find out what he knows.. please eddie,’ you plead, turning on your pouty face and jutting out your bottom lip.

‘what d’you want me to do? i’m not exactly friends with him.’

you pause for a moment, ‘tomorrow, at steve’s memorial party thing, get him drunk.. give him some of your fucking crack for all i care, i need you to find out,’ batting your wide eyes at him.

‘i don’t sell crack for starters..’ he exhales, ‘but fine.. i’ll try and get him to talk.’

the hallways had emptied at this point and you were late for your class, but you’d gotten what you wanted. without using plan b of a blowie everyday, thank god.

‘thank you,’ you breathe, releasing your grip on his hoodie sleeve, starting to slink off before he can say anything else.

the sicky feeling in your stomach only worsens, knowing what was inevitably had to come next.

[crystlizabeth]

You know that

Simon Riley x Black!femreader

Warnings: kinda Angsty, fluff. Talk of past abuse(not a lot) call sign is Mav short for Maverick, reader also has a son, kinda occ Ghost, tbh this write feels messy n everywhere lol so there’s your warning. Not proofread.

Summary: Simon never understood why she was so talkative to him, but he never mind to listen. He knew he was bad for her so he kept his distance though she never made it easy for him. So when a bandage change becomes more personal he takes his chances.

Stressful week not even a week weeks, the team had been on deployment for almost a month now somewhere in Mexico. Thought she wasn’t a soldier she was one of the field nurses, she spent night and day stitching and feeding meds to the boys her and the other girls were there to make sure nobody died.

As of right now it was a more slow morning for they needed to lay low for the next 12 or so hours, soldiers going in and out having bandages changed and pain killers in their system. The smell of coffee running through the camp, “here babes.” The darkskined nurse said to her.

“Thanks Aniyah, hey has anyone changed ghost bandage yet?” The woman asked, the other girls look and her shaking there heads their expressions a little spooked at the mention of his name.

“Has anyone seen, Ghost?” She asked the cup of coffee in her hands.

“I think he’s down buy the water I overheard Him talking with Johnny.” Aniyah said tossing her braids back into a low ponytail.

Great.. now she had to hunt him down so his wound wouldn’t get infected, knowing he had to come in yesterday morning but never did. The other girls where kinda scared of his diameter well as most were. The recruits thought the lieutenant was an asshole, and again intimidating. She let out a sigh grabbing her coffee and supplies leaving the tend going to find the Lt.

As Aniyah said he was down by the water pretty far from the camp, Ghost sat in the grass smoking a cigarette. Her body started the walk down to him, he obviously heard her because he turned his head to see who it was. Ghost eyes scanning her, she wore forest green scrubs today a black long sleeve covering her arms. She always had her arms covered he’s never seen her arms bare but he never questioned could be the simple answer of just another layer to keep blood off her. Her curls worn in a half up half down style her coils frizzed yet still looked amazing, her edge laid meaning she had enough time this morning for herself.

“You know Ghosts is rude to stare.” She said walking up next to him. The contrast from the sunrise complementing Her melanin complexion perfectly.

He turned his head away from her, “What can I do for you Mav..” his tone empty.

She sat down next to him putting the kit down as well as her coffee “well i dont mind you avoiding me though it dose bother me a bit.” She admitted, “but, you need your bandage changed.”

He glanced at her taking another hit of his smoke “I changed it..” he said.

“Mmhm right, non of the girls have seen you come in or out of the infirmary don’t lie to me.” She sassed lightly, he eyes lingered on his lower face his mask sat above his lips no further than that though. She’s seen his face once before but she always couldn’t help but stare how one of his scares trailed from the top of his lip down to his chin, a few spots that healed leaving smaller but deeper scars.

His eyes met hers, “ya know it’s rude to stare.” He mocked her.

A light scoff came from the woman “oh please if you can get an eye full so can I.” She smiled at him, leaving him only to shake his head.

He put the smoke in his mouth going to lift his shirt, revealing the two bandages one on his back near his shoulder and the other on his lower side. “There.”

“Thank you.” She said grabbing the kit first going to the bandage on his side.

Peeling the bloody bandage of his stitches looked a bit irritated, she cleaned the area gently scraping off some of the crusted blood. “I wish you came to the infirmary soon, if not me one of the girls could have cleaned you up.” She spoke her voice slight worried because he’s let his wound get slightly infected just so he didn’t have to face her, she didn’t know why but she couldn’t let it bother her.

He let out a muffled scoff “those girls are scared of me, well besides Aniyah and you obviously..”

“Why didn’t you ask her?”

“Because I didn’t want her to..” he answered simply.

She signed she wanted to ask but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer. “What on your mind?” He asked.

Her eyes connected with his their gaze lingered before she finally spoke “You know you’re not as bad as everyone makes you out to be..” she said avoiding her original question.

Her eyes moving back to his wound taping it down, his eyes now focused on her. Those words hit something in him making him feel vulnerable, and god knows only she could make him feel that way. But she said it as if she knew something more, she knew that he felt that way and that it actually bothered him. They now sat in silence nothing uncomfortable but silence as she worked on his other bandage.

She soon finished pulling his shirt down going to sit next to him her eyes stayed on the moving water in front of them. “Why do you keep your arms covered?” He asked.

“Sorry if it’s personal..” he muttered hoping the wasn’t the reason.

“I have tattoos they make me feel less professional I guess and my Ex never liked them… not that care what he thinks anymore but it kinda just turned into a habit.” She answered taking a sip of her coffee.

“Less professional, you realize almost everyone here has them.” He said, “why didn’t your ex like them?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know im guessing he just wanted me to be more proper not seen as some..” she stoped herself.

“Never mind im not here to talk about my fucked up relationship.” She shook her head.

“Why do you cover your face?” Her voice sounded hesitant.

“Scares lots of them, some from my child hood and not their not very pleasant to look at.” He explained.

Not very pleasant to look at… she thought, she thought he was simply gorgeous. For only seeing his face once she took in every detail even the fact he was a blonde. But he didn’t know that.

“I was gonna say something personal but I’m not gonna cross that line..” she said.

He put another cigarette up to his mouth lighting it. “Please do.. you seem like you need to talk about something..” he spoke blowing smoke out his mouth.

“My ex isn’t a good person, god.. put it simply he was an abusive asshole, tore me apart for years. Physically and emotionally I only got out because I couldn’t live that way with my son.” She spoke, talking the smoke out of Ghosts hand as he offered it to her.

“Is that why you wear sleeves as a sense of safety, hate to make this about me to but maybe we’re the same in that way..” he said looking over at her as she took a drag of the cigarette.

“Mmhm, and you wear the mask because of im gonna take a guess, child hood abuse?” She spoke, he nodded.

“My Father..”

“My mother.” She said after.

“That woman couldn’t stand me, especially after my father passed not to mention when i got pregnant.” She laughed to herself.

It may have not been a funny moment but she was nervous she never really opened up about her abuse but now it was something she could talk about so easily, maybe because he had same type of experience? So the conversation went on as the shared the cigarette.

“I never will understand how a parent could do that to there own child… and then someone who you thought saved you from the situation only hurts you more.” Ghost spoke his head tilted up.

“Yeah well turns out my save was an ex marine with a drug problem.” She scoffed, “and yet I still find myself liking men in uniform.” She glanced over at him noticing the corner of his mouth.

“What? Whats got you all smirking Simon.” She pushed his arm lightly.

“Men in uniform?” He snuffled a small laugh.

“What can I say” she lifted her shoulders shrugging.

“God I haven’t even thought of a relationship for two years now up until recently.” She admitted.

“Oh?”

She felt the hair in her arms stand up at the way that rolled of his tongue, maybe she did find him attractive but doubt always sat in and the fear of said past relationship. But Simon would never put a hand on her. And she knew that.

“Yeah but I gotta focus on myself and my son.”

He hummed, so time is what she needed and he couldn’t blame her for it she went through hell and back but he was willing to wait.

“Better head back up. I got more boys to attend to.”She said.

He nodded, he stood up offering her a hand “lets go then.”

They stood there a minute a sweet smile displayed oh her lips. Her hand reached up to his face, his first instinct was to normally stop her but he didn’t feeling her bare hands touching his scared skin her thumb running gently over the scar on his cheek over to his lip. Her body close to him leaving barely any room, he could smell the cigarette smoke and coffee linger on her.

“You know for what is worth, you really are beautiful Simon.” She spoke barely above a whisper as she let her thumb run over his bottom lip.

His hand reached up grabbing her wrist, he didn’t move it but he held her. Something in him was crumbling under her touch he craved it not in a sexual way but in a way he needed the comfort. He felt his body let itself relax, She didn’t know how she made in crumble how she could anticipate his mood, she did know how bad in that moment he wanted to kiss her.

His eyes never left hers, she could see through him if she really desired to. She was truly astonishing.

But he could never giver her the world she deserved.

Here is one of the Ghost works!

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

NO ESCAPE - Banda Sunato x FemReader

Summary: When they caught him you tought it was the end of a nightmare. Saddly it was not.

WARNINGS: Stalker Banda - Murder - Sugesstive - Knife mention - Abusive Banda - Mentions of past abuse -

You were minding your own bussines, walking down in the big intersection, your mind going back to what your theraphist had said in your last session.

"It was not your fault, you did nothing wrong to deserve all of what happened"

A shiver ran down your spin, memories of the letters, the emails the gifts...and how they ended being bolder and creepier till you ended up meeting your stalker who on top of everything was a murder...

You shake your head trying to avoid any unwanted memories of these times, how he would touch you, kiss you and punish you...

Tears started to fall from your eyes, a few people looked at you but you just passed by them, you listen to some fire works your eyes going up to the sky seeing them

And then everything went black.

You swear god hated you.

Why did you end in this place ? A place where you had to fight to survive ? After all that you had to pass...just why?

The only good thing was that he was not here, that he was dead by now. You knew he had got the dead penalty.

"Hey, I hear there is was a murder in the last game....like a serial killer or so"

Wait, calm down there were more serial killers beside-

"Yes I hear that guy, his name was Banda..."

No. Please no...

"Banda Sunato"

That name. The one who had your days in pure missery. He somehow has come back from the dead to torment you again. You had to leave, not only this current shelter with this good people, no. You have to leave this place.

For the next games you made sure to keep an eye out for any suspicious activities that may give away that Banda was around, but he was smart and also sneaky. So you were never sure if he was watching you or not.

The stress made it impossible to keep your eyes shut during the night, and the consequences during games were suffocating to say at least. If being a woman was enough for others to see you as the weak one then your lack of sleep and slow reactions were just a bonus.

But it had its own advantages, being seen as the weak made you also the last target in the current game.

The game "The farmer and its piggys" was a phisical and intelectual one. One player was the farmer who needs to collect his piggys before time runs out, alive or dead, thats optional. He must put them in a cage and go look for the others.

Of course, piggys could work together to free the ones in the cage, and make all of them alive, but they just needed to have 3/5 out to win and the farmer would lose. There were boxes out too, with tolls for both sides.

And just your luck, you were the farmer. Your aproach was simple. Play as the weak one, and then stricke. Saddly you had ended with a nasty cut on your side making you almost bleed out.

This is it? Is this how I die?

Your eyes started to close, memories passing your mind and a dark figure above you.

Banda knows two things, one: he loves to kill, so this was his paradise. His own playground with lots of toys to break. And two, he loves you. Loves you so much. He loves to enter your home during night and steal your clothes, loves to take pictures of you while you sleep. Loves to make you fall for him then break you.

Banda was always proud of his gifts. He got you lots of things, things he knew you know only you know you liked them. The horror on your face. Oh- Banda could cum in his pants by it.

So when it came down to have you face to face? How could he resist? Oh could he not force himsel into you, savouring your cries and pleas till you turned in a moaning mess thanks to the drugs.

The love you two shared ended when you scaped from him. And when the police got him....when Banda was asked for his last meal before his death he asked for you. Of coruse he only got a punch in the face by a disgusting police.

But now? Now he was free. And he knew you were here. You have been carefull he noted that, how you seemed to not tell your Real name to others or how you kept moving from location to location.

Saddly, your Friends in here were not Real, it just took Banda some treats and promises of not to kill the pregnat woman to get your last location.

And so here he was now. With you in his arms as he carried you away from your last game. You were so good at it. Banda wanted nothing but to kiss you all over and tell you that. Praises were something you adored, these were the best ways to manipulate you.

He took notice of your injured side and scoffed, luckly for him he knew one centrain doctor who would help him out this once.

Pain woke you up. Your side hurted like hell, your head felt like ran by a truck. You tried to incorporate but a hand pushed you back.

"I dont recommend you to love yet love"

You froze, your eyes ajusting and moving to the source of the voice. There he was, Banda in all his glory. A sick loving smile on his face, one hand playing with his knife without a care.

"You slept for....2 days?" Banda said, checking your phone, seems like that last game gave you some extra days on your visa.

Your mind was trying to adjust to this, how, when....just...how did this happen? You knew you were being carefull and yet...and yet you were back in his hands.

Silence filled the room, just your hard breath could be hear as your eyes kept looking for a way out.

You knew it was the fear, the fear of being with him again what made you bolt in the direction of the door only to be tackled by him.

Laught.

Banda was laughtning at your poor attemp to scape. He easily man handed you, sitting on your lap and taking your wrists with one hand his other hand making pressure on your injured side.

"Shh, that was not very nice" He murmured getting his knife out and passing it under your shirt. "I saw earlier how you got my name treated...."

Thats true, he had marked his name on your skin back in the Real world. But it was when you were close to scape so it never left a deep mark. At least not on your skin, your mind screamed at the memory.

Seeing the tears in your eyes Banda groaned, getting hard by it. He had so much self control to not just take you while you slept, but you needed to recover to he ended up jerking by your bed.

"Fuck, (y/n) stop. I love how much fire you have got, you make work for it, its because you want it right?" He taunted kissing your neck. "But you need to rest for a bit more, I cant have you dying on me now"

Banda removed himself from you giving you time to push him away. Banda of course did not like that, taking your ankle he drag you close to him. And without a warning stabbed your shoulder.

"I know it hurts, but you just did something really stupid" Banda told you caressing your face "Things Will be back as how they used to be. I know you will remember our rules soon and I know you still love me"

[my-blind-album]

Dolls

Leonora Lesso x Doll!FemReader

[YEAH!Y/N'S THE DAUGHTER OF ANNABELLE AND CHUCKY OR CHUNCKS WHATEVER THAT OTHER MALE KILLER DOLLS NAME IS] Rafal has been defeated. The schools have combined. "Evil and Good together?" Dovey whispers looking at the students all talking and getting along. "It's not that repulsive now that think about it," Lesso says. "Maybe Good and Evil can be friends after all," Dovey looks over toward Lesso who was already looking back at her. Turning towards each other they move closer about to close the gap but hesitantly stop. "Eh," Lesso says pulling back and Dovey does the same. "No rush," they say while the other professors look at them in disbelief. "So I guess we're having ball?" Y/n says, entering the hall holding a microphone in one hand. "Oh my- Y/n where have you been?" "I was saying goodbye to some friends who returned back to their home," Dovey looks at Y/n happily understanding who exactly she was talking about. "So like I said," Y/n brings the microphone to her mouth. "ARE WE HAVING A BALL!" The stunningly dressed students turn their heads to Y/n yelling with cheer. "Wait but everything's a mess!" One of the students yell out and the rest groan. Lesso waves her fingers around everything is decorated in a enchanting matter. A mixture of black and white around the room to symbolize the joining of both schools. The students excitedly cheer once again. "That's was sweet of you," Y/n whispers to Lesso in her ear with a cheeky grin. Lesso shrugs with a hum. "Maybe it was," "Well let me return the gesture," Y/n exclaims before teleporting to the stage. "To the students of evil and their gorgeous dean!" Y/n screams throw the microphone as the students crowd around the stage. "This one goes to you,". Music starts playing in the background and the students clap rhythmically to the beat. Oh don't I look nice batting my eyes? Isn't it pure perfection? Cute, think I'm polite, stereotype Got your full attention Think that you can play with me? You better watch your back The last thing that you'll hear will be my laugh (yeah)

The students are dancing, some in pairs, groups or solo. The professors are swaying their feet with drinking some 'spiked' punch. Dovey and Anemone are dancing with each other while Lady Lesso stares at Y/n with a sly smirk on her lips and Y/n sends one back to her.

Cause, baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will Push you downhill Might be pretty, but we're still Bitter as much as we're sweet Knife hidden under the sheets Baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will (go) -Voke us or we'll Pretty, but we're (still)

The music continues playing as Y/n hypes up the students while capping her hands, microphone in one hand. A glowing purple light surrounds you and you look down to see that you're changed into a long black dress.

It's obvious to tell who changed Y/n's outfit as Lady Lesso was the only one in the room with a mischievous smirk on her lips. She sent a small subtle wink to Y/n and Y/n just rolls her eyes.

Heels, made out of steel How does it feel to be walked all over? Nails leaving a trail, got 'em pigtails Blood drips down your shoulder Baby, there's power in numbers Better warn all of your friends You're down to less than an hour We all know how this ends Y/n uses her free hand to make the students float in the air and they all scream in cheer. Snow starts to appear and while the students dance in it, the professors who are still on the ground start a snow fight while Lesso wraps herself in a protection bubble that isn't visible but still secure. The students chant out the lyrics to th song following Y/n's way. Dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will Push you downhill Might be pretty but we're still Bitter as much as we're sweet Knife hidden under the sheets Baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will (go) -Voke us or we will Pretty but we're (still) Sugar and spice and everything nice No, that's not what we're made of Venom and ice, tequila that bites Go ahead and pray 'cause 'Cause, baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will Push you downhill Might be pretty, but we're still Bitter as much as we're sweet Knife hidden under the sheets Baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will The music fades out and the students slowly land onto the floor and a round of applause goes around for Y/n. "Thank you everyone, the ball still goes on so DJ! You may take it away," The DJ continues to play another song, Tunnel Vision by Melanie Martinez. Making her to Lady Lesso's spot, Y/n is surprised to find out that she's gone. "Um, Anemone do you know where Lady Lesso went?" "Oh, she asked for you to meet her at her room," "Alright, thank you,". Teleporting to Lady Lesso's room, Y/n arrives but accidently bump into Lesso, expecting to hit the hard solid ground she's caught by Lesso's arms. "Guess we're still clumsy huh?" "Don't judge me and my poor teleportation skills,". Y/n exclaims getting out of Lesso's grip and making herself comfortable on her crimson red bed. "Why did you call me here?" "Nothing in peculiar, just thought that my singer wife would care to spend some time with me,". Lesso says walking towards me with her sexy walk that she does whenever she wants something. She sits down beside Y/n and places her arms around her wife's waist pulling her onto her lap. A soft moan escapes Y/n's lips as Lesso places small delicate kisses on her lips. "Lesso...". "You know you look so sexy in this dress,". Y/n feels the wind breeze hit her shoulders. Lesso was undressing her. "As much as I like seeing you in this dress," She says in Y/n's ear, massaging her left exposed breast earning sweet moans from Y/n's lips that were quivering with desperateness. Y/n buckles her hips on Lesso's thigh trying to create friction and making herself need Lesso even more. Lesso flips Y/n onto the bed with her towering over her. "I'm dying to see you out of it," Y/n jerks up a bit as Lesso unexpectedly enters one finger into Y/n's aching core. "Mhm, fuck, Lesso..". "What was that darling?" she says adding a second finger deeper into Y/n's core without thrusting it. "F-ffuck me, please," "How?" a third finger is added. "F-ffingers," a fourth finger is added. "Like this?" Lesso teases slowly thrusting and Y/n whines more nodding her head desperately. "Faster," "As you wish," Lesso increases her speed and Y/n arches her back wanting and needing more. "What's my name darling?" "Lesso- Ah!" Y/n whines as Lesso pulls out her fingers right before she was about to reach her high. "Sorry my love but that's not my name,". Licking the juices on her fingers, Lesso at Y/n's pleading eyes. Both of them filled with lust, their cores aching for one another and with Lesso's constant teasing it was clear that this was going to be a LONG night.

[peachywritesstuff]

Wendigo,Xavier Thorpe

Xavier Thorpe fanfiction!

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

❝dont make me eat you. I was just starting to like you.❞

WENDIGOS. One of the most feared monsters in the history of the supernatural. Even they were not welcomed to Nevermore. Chased out of the school out of fear and hatred. Since then,none of the existing wendigos have stepped foot onto Nevermore soil in almost 200 years. Until Poppy Imber was born. That's when everything changed.

Soon after when she arrived to Nevermore chaos soon followed. People started turning up dead,and every creature at Nevermore thinks she is responsible. How would one feel if (almost) every single person thinks that you are a cold blooded killer?And besides,she was not free from the notorious 'bear' in the woods either. It was hunting her.A monster hunting another monster. Kinda ironic.

On top of that Nevermore has it's own deep dark secrets lying in the pages of the dusty books in the not so secrect library. Someone or something wants Poppy to dig deep,deeper than anyone has ever dug before and find out what the school is hiding. And find out how she is responsible for the schools ultimate demise along with Wednesday Addams. They always say the the truth will set one free ......right?

Being hunted,becoming a detective,falling in love,having weird dreams of a woman who looks like you,almost dying multiple times, and learning the identity of Nevermore's (other) monster.

Poppy is really enjoying her first year at Nevermore. It's honestly a blast.

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x black!femreader

Genre/s: Romance,Thriller,Mystery

Tags/Warnings: mentions of past bullying,murder,fake friends,gore,blood,violence,romance, flesh eating monsters,blood lovesick Xavier, smut,sexual scenes, explicit,mature content, a lil dark, oc is dealing with some shit,black!fem!oc!,plus size oc,maybe kidnapping?, teenage hormones, maybe Wednesday has some feelings.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

000| the accident

[snowblossomreads]

Verse Five: I Never Knew My Killer Would Be Coming From Within

Previous Chapter: And Then It Gets Much Worse

Summary: In where [Y/n] experiences a warmth that is taken away all too soon and left facing something terrifying.

Pairing: Severus Snape x FemReader

Warning(s): NonCon/Rape, DubCon, Rough Smut, Oral (Fem Receiving), Blacking Out, Angst, Mental Manipulation, and just some more wildness for [Y/n], Let me know if I need to add anything specific!

Word Count: 6.3K

A/N: SURPRISE! Here's another chapter!!! Take it as a gift for the last chapter being so short and me taking so long to update :). We are almost coming to the end of this little series and I hope that it has been a ride for everyone. Now enjoy I'll see you at the end!

MINORS DNI

“[Y/n]? What are you doing my lovely girl?” 

The rumbling from the man beside her caused [Y/n] to pause her routine of waking him up as she admired how much deeper his voice was when it was still thick with sleep. Feeling an arm wrap around her, she found herself being pulled flushed to him once again and enjoying the warmth of the covers and the comfort of being held so lovingly. 

A smile bloomed on her features as she pressed closer. Fingers found themselves splaying against his bare chest as she leaned down, kissing the side of his neck before going to peek up at him with bleary eyes. Tired as they may be, they still gleamed with adoration while she drank in his partially hidden features as his opposite arm was strewn across his face obscuring it from view.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She teased as her warm giggles flitted around the room as she continued her adventure of littering a multitude of little kisses on his cheek before going to peck his lips. “Waking you up of course!”

His lips quirked up at her statement, accentuating his cupid's bow, and she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips as she pressed them against his once more. The hand that was wrapped around her waist began to stroke delicate circles into her skin as he let her work her morning magic. 

She was fond of this, waking him up this way and it had become something of a routine in the past two weeks. Just having him hold her closely while she explored his soft features with her lips was comforting and it was a delicate type of intimacy that she had been craving.

“How sweet of you.” He purred when she pulled away, causing her to preen at his gratitude while moving down a bit to pepper kisses at his jawline. 

“Not as sweet as you are to me,” she mumbled back, relishing in the feel of his skin against hers and how soft he felt on her lips while he allowed her to do as she pleased. 

“Is that so?” 

“Mhm, you’ve been taking such good care of me and being so lovely to me.” Her voice was muffled as she buried her face into his neck, giving it a little nibble and then pressing her lips against the same spot.

“So consider it a thank you.”

The pads of his fingers pressed into her bare skin briefly before he raked them lightly across her sides causing a muffled laugh to leave her form at the ticklish sensation.

“You never have to thank me.” His words were low, almost gravelly and it had her shivering along with how sensual his next words were. “You deserve to be taken care of and I enjoy indulging you when it comes to such. things”

“Really, you enjoy it?”

“Absolutely. Would you like me to show you how much I enjoy it? How much you deserve to be taken care of?” 

His words had her sighing out breathily as he continued to glide his fingers against her waist that had become sensitive to touch. Each caress of his digits on her skin had a delicate warmth blooming wherever he grazed against her. And each time she felt the tickle of his fingers, she would groan against his neck and suck dark marks onto his soft skin before going to soothe the area with a little kiss. The moan he let out had her shuddering with desire and excitement for the euphoric bliss that the next act in their routine would always bring. 

Biting her lower lip and rolling on her back when she felt his arm slip from around her, she let out an airy mewl of,

“Yes, please.” As her eyes fluttered shut, heaviness creeping up behind her eyelids and weighing them down, whispering to them to close. 

Time and time again this would happen and she would find it so puzzling how tired she would suddenly get at this point when not moments ago she was envigored by his sweet words. The thoughts were always fleeting though, because the moment they would pop up would be the exact moment she would feel his palm begin to languidly creep up from her belly. She was always so caught up in it all she barely noticed how he would slip away from her and position himself just between her legs.

His fingers would drag up her skin lightly, nails leaving her skin quivering and her stomach clenching as he raked them up her abdomen. Sometimes, he would stop to splay his fingers over her belly, even leave kisses that had her giggling because it tickled her even in the heated moment. 

But then upwards his fingers would trail again before finding themselves resting in between her soft mounds. He would stroke the area with such care, running his fingers underneath the delicate flesh of her breasts that would rise and fall as her breath became uneven. Those clever fingers of his would dig into her sensitive skin and massage the area dulling the ache that would blossom from his actions. It had become a balance of pressure so that she could feel him leaving an imprint but light enough to cause a pleasurable sensation to crawl up her spine. And it always had whimpers escaping her parted lips, freeing themselves from their prison as he placed his lips right above the soft pouch below her stomach.

Repeatedly he sealed his lips against her warm skin. Sucking at it, mimicking what she had done to him earlier and making sure to marvel at the little noises that he drew from her. With each kiss, each nibble, he moved closer to the spot that was truly aching for the touch of his nimble fingers or a kiss from him. 

And when she felt the digits of his free hand press lightly in her hips, holding her in place, while the other began to trace circles around her hardening nipples, she couldn’t stop from biting her lip knowing she was about to get what she wanted. It had her vibrating in anticipation of the euphoric bliss he was about to bestow upon her already quivering body. Had her reaching up and wrapping her hands around the forearm that lay against her upper body for support while her legs spread for him, welcoming any and all of his touches.

She could feel his nose graze lightly against her skin, nuzzling gently at her hood beckoning the little aching bead that was hidden to reveal itself. A little shiver spread throughout her, making her stomach tighten as he let out a puff of warm air that had her hips arching before,

“Oh!”

Head lolling to the side and eyes barely open, she could vaguely see the mass of dark hair between her legs. She felt the hot dampness of his tongue that began to seek out her clit in earnest as he parted her with broad scalding laps. Each swipe of his tongue against her was accompanied by his fingers pinching at her swollen nipple, rolling it between his digits while her own fingers would stroke his arm.

From her dripping opening, he started, tongue flat against her before he languidly dragged his tongue up her slit, collecting her juices as he went until he was swirling it against that throbbing bundle of nerves. Each pass had him spreading her wetness from her cunt up to her clit, making her so much more sensitive. Her hips bucked down onto his mouth with each lick wanting more of him. And he was more than happy to oblige, wanting to drink as much of her as possible. The hand that had been resting on her hip traveled down between her legs before spreading one of her damp lips apart just enough that he could engulf her fully with his mouth. 

“Oh yes!” She squealed breathlessly as the intense suction along with his tongue flicking over her clit had her legs trembling and her insides fluttering. 

A hand that had been wrapped around his arm unwove itself from him and traveled down to grip his soft tresses causing him to groan. The vibrations sent another shock through her body as he nuzzled his face even closer to her aching pearl. Little puffs of air along with quiet moans of ‘yes’ filled the air as fingers found their way to her soaked entrance and began to glide into her with ease. One finger became two as he stroked the velvety walls that surrounded his digits, opening her up with each thrust. 

Each intrusion of him inside of her and lap of his tongue had the heat radiating from her core up into her stomach until she felt like she was suffocating in the best possible way. She no longer had control of herself it felt like as she sucked in breath after breath that morphed into moans with each thrust. A heavy but warm veil seemed to drape over her as his fingers rubbed and pressed her sensitive channel, searching for that little spot that would have her seeing stars. 

Shallow thrusts became deep ones as he explored her, drinking in her moans, whimpers, and the essences that leaked out of her. And then he pressed just a little deeper, curling his fingers upward just right. Hitting that patch that had her back arching off the bed and toes curling as electricity shot up her spine. A high pitched moan turned into a raspy,

“Right there!” As his fingers pressed harder into the spot making her yelp out.

“Right here?” He purred, pulling his mouth away from her soaked clit while his fingers curled and twisted inside her, massaging the spot that had her hips bucking to meet each thrust of his fingers as her wetness began to drip down his wrist. 

Legs trembling at each stroke of his fingers inside of her, [Y/n] felt the impending wave that was about to crash over her. Glazed eyes were wide as she stared up into the ceiling, lips parted and body on fire as the sound of her cunt being ravaged by skillful fingers filled every one of her senses.

Soft gasps and moans left her lips with an increasing volume and speed with each thrust until they merged and became one elongated loud cry. Her cunt bared down on him at that moment squeezing hard, not wanting to let go of his digits that stroked and pressed into her as she felt a rush of warmth pool in her lower abdomen. And then her lips were suddenly upturned in a blissful smile as a strangled moan was coaxed out of her from fingers that continued to prod at the spongy area that had her insides rippling around him and soaking his digits. 

The veil that had been draped heavily over her immediately lifted at her release and she found herself sinking into the mattress and pillows. Tiny noises of contentment left her as he continued to let his fingers explore the sensitive hole that twitched with each shallow movement inside of her. She could feel his tongue pressing against her opening again, leaving gentle licks as he collected the abundance of juices that had spilled out of her.  It felt so good, and soothing as he cleaned her up just like he always did. 

Leaving little feathery kisses that would fade away right before it all ended. Right before her eyes, which she didn’t realize she had closed would reopen and she would find herself no longer in the sensual fantasy that had been engulfing her for the past two weeks. 

So when she opened her eyes and found herself still staring at the ceiling from her dreams and felt the feathery touches of the man below her still lingering on her skin. She couldn’t help but let out a soft whine that was mixed with bewilderment and slight discomfort as she felt him press a kiss to her opening, swiping his tongue once more against that sensitive area. 

Trying to pull herself away from him, a little yelp escaped when she felt fingers dig roughly into her thighs before she was being dragged back towards him. It woke her up completely, and any hint of fatigue that had lingered earlier was replaced with bewilderment as she went to pull herself up. But her efforts were met with his fingers digging into her soft skin dragging another noise of pain out of her. 

“Mmm, s-stop it’s too much.” She mewled, trying to wiggle away from him only to find that her actions were futile with the grip he had on her. A tiny cry escaped her as she felt her heart drop a bit, not at all enjoying the sudden change of things. This was her dream, the only bit of control that she had left so what was going on?

“Really? Stop? But, you taste so good for your sir [Y/n].”

Her blood which had been boiling with pleasure froze over immediately at the dark voice that came from between her legs. Eyes that were wide from his nails pinching her skin and the stinging it brought, became larger at the very familiar voice that was coming from below her. There was hesitation on her part at that moment. Something that kept her from immediately looking at the person she knew was there in between her legs. 

Mortification? Probably. Shame? It could be. Though it was most likely a mixture of both. So for what felt like ages, even though it had only been a split second, she looked up at the ceiling. Doing her best to muster the courage to look down and into the eyes and face of the man that had been haunting her outside of her dreams. And when she did finally did look down, she saw him. 

Snape.

A cruel almost sadistic smirk was painted on his lips that were wet and glistening from the orgasm that he expertly coaxed out of her. His eyes, as dark as they were, seemed to glimmer in satisfaction at the distress that was written all over her features. And his neck, she could see the purple bruises that she had left on him blooming for all to see. And then panic set in.  

“What-stop how-!” She could barely get a word out, all of them running into each other as she spluttered. Horror began to set in and her mind began to scrabble all the words in it together to form only one thought. And it was to get away as fast as possible.

But he wasn’t going to have that.

“Stop that fussing of yours,” he growled out, his smirk turning into a sneer as he pulled away from her momentarily, only to grab her legs and drag her squirming body towards the edge of the bed. Once there he stood up from his slightly bent position and flipped her onto her front, causing a yelp of surprise to escape from her.

“Stop it get off me!” She wailed sharply as she tried to scramble back to the top of the bed to escape from him. "Don't do this please don't!"

It was futile though as he had an iron grip on her ankle and was quick to yank her back towards him causing her to collapse back onto the bed. 

“Really?” Sarcasm laced his words as he stood behind her writhing form while she tried to pull herself back up. He watched in amusement as she finally got to her hands and knees before he moved to grip her waist holding her still as he leaned in. “You’re saying that this wet little cunt of yours that has come on my fingers, and on my tongue over and over again doesn’t want this?” 

The gasp that tore through her was replaced with a feeble mewl when he leaned over her body and pressed the very warm and very thick head of his cock just past her folds. Her entire body froze as he breached her drenched opening, causing it to pulse as if it had its own heartbeat. The slick sound of him, spreading her open caused a lump to form in her throat and her mouth to go dry as his hips rocked slightly. Each back and forth had him coating the tip of himself with more and more of her arousal while doing its job of preparing her body to take every inch of him.

“You should stop this then if you don’t want it.” He murmured lowly, leaning down and pressing kisses along her spine which caused her to shiver and grip the disheveled blankets beneath her. Eyes closed tight as tears pricked, she stayed there unmoving as his sonorous voice engulfed her senses, too petrified about the situation and too confused at how everything had suddenly changed. “You have all the power here, you know that.”

She did want this to stop. If she could just wake up and pull herself out of this dream turned nightmare she could stop all of this. But each time she opened her eyes, she was still there. Still in his grip. Still in a nightmare that felt too real. 

“My, my still here? It seems to me that you do want this.” 

“Wait I don’t-!” 

Whipping her head back as a shout of protest left her, she caught his dark eyes staring down at her with a hunger that caused her to freeze mid sentence. It was predatory, the wicked smirk that began to grow on his expression as she felt his hands grip her waist harshly and his hips pull away from her. But it was only for a brief moment, not even long enough for her to plead for him to not do what he was about to do, that she felt him snap back against her with such force that it had her mouth flying open with a sharp scream. 

“AH!” “Fuck!”

Their shouts filled the air in unison as he held her hips flush against his own, not allowing her an inch to get away. Her insides felt like they were on fire as he sheathed himself in her with one violent thrust. Her muscles clenched in protest, trying to push him out of her but seemingly only making things better for him as little moans of pleasure were drawn from Snape with each twitch of her insides. Sounds of him panting permeated the oppressive air as [Y/n] felt the veil from before returning over her with a much darker sensation. 

Gone was the comforting heaviness that held warmth and intimacy around it and in its place was something more repressive. Something dark that had stolen her breath and felt like it was pinning her down into the mattress. Her limbs were so heavy and she felt that familiar tiredness in her eyes as she tried to struggle. But with each movement, she found that it only had her body throbbing as his cock slid against her insides rubbing against the sensitive flesh and sapping any energy from her limbs.

“So warm and soft [Y/n],” he groaned while stroking circles into the skin of her hips yet not making a move to continue. “You feel just like a dream. Made just for me.”

His words made her breath hitch. She wanted to fight him, to push him off and wake up but why couldn’t she move away from him like she wanted to? She didn’t want this, she just wanted to wake up even if her reality was no better. At least she knew she didn’t have control there but even in here, the place where she was supposed to be able to escape from the fear and anguish, why did it seem to just follow her?

“Don’t,” she begged weakly, voice trembling as she tried to look over her shoulders at him only to fail as the invisible pressure began to push her upper body down into the mattress. 

A low groan passed through [Y/n]’s lips and her fingers grasped onto the wrinkled fabric below her as she felt him begin to rock his hips again. This time her walls rippled around him, squeezing the intrusion, instead of attempting to push him out like earlier.

“Mmm, don't worry,” he cooed in what was supposed to be a soothing tone as he began to drag himself out of her, causing her to whimper from the sensation. “You’ll enjoy it. I promise you.”

It was the last thing he said to her before drawing all the way back and slamming his hips back toward her pulling her close to him at the same time. If she had the energy, she knew she would have screamed as he stretched and filled her to the hilt with him. But all she could do in her was claw at the sheet and bury her head into them to try and keep the noises that wanted to leave her muffled with each thrust. In a way, it was an attempt to stop him from hearing the sounds she knew he would take as her enjoying what was happening.

Though in another way, deep down in the pit of her stomach that was wound incredibly tight she was afraid. Terrified that with each push and pull into her. Each jolt of his hips that plunged him deeper inside and spread her open for him to use. She was mortified, that somewhere in her mind, it wasn’t just her body reacting to how good the sensations were. That there was actually something within her that wanted to give in to this, into him. Why else wouldn’t it let her wake up from whatever this was? And why else did it feel like she could barely move away from him as he sucked her up into this fucked up fantasy? 

The questions were left unanswered when a startled cry she didn't even realize was hers reverberated around them shattering her thoughts as she suddenly felt his chest pressed firmly on her back and his cock deeper than ever before. The burn of him entering her could not compare to the searing flames that licked at her insides now. He had somehow gotten deeper into her, pressing places that she didn’t know could be pressed and with each stroke, he was coaxing her into the inevitable that she fought to avoid. 

“There she is, I was afraid,”

Thrust.

“That you had fallen,”

Thrust.

“Asleep!”

One more vicious thrust, one more kiss of his tip that was just deep enough to brush against her cervix but not hit it had her toes curling. Had her fisting the sheets until her knuckles hurt and her head thrashing side to side as if she was trying to keep herself from spilling a secret under some sort of torture. But he didn’t miss the way she clenched around him or how her body seemed to suddenly tighten up ready to lose herself underneath him. And he was happy to make sure that happened as he pressed himself closer to her, his lips by her ears nibbling on the sensitive flesh and leaving kisses along her warm skin.

“There you go sweet girl, I can feel you, don’t fight it anymore” he hissed out feeling her squeeze around him again before his slick digits reached around her waist to stroke fast, tight circles around her throbbing clit. A high pitched wail tore through her at the sudden contact. Her back arched against his chest as he sped up his strokes, while the wet sounds of their fucking intensified with each thrust. “Give me your pleasure. Give it to me like I know you want to.”

Fire spread in her belly and engulfed her soaking cunt as she felt her walls tighten around him, sucking him and holding him close. Their combined wetness began to flood around them as she thrashed her head ‘no’ trying to stave off the impending orgasm but unable to stop herself from pushing back on his cock. It was so good. What he was doing, she couldn’t admit, didn't want to say it but oh god she felt so good, euphoric, even as he pounded her into the sheets, making a mess of her cunt each time he shoved himself into her. 

And then she heard it. A tiny voice in her head that sounded like her own. It was only a whisper but loud enough that it felt like it was all around her.

‘That’s right [Y/n], take him, let him have you. It feels so good doesn’t it?’

“Come [Y/n]!”

Her body seized with one final thrust of his hips against hers. She felt her walls quiver and constrict around him, her lips go slack and her eyes roll back as tears leaked from the corner of them. Her cunt squeezed his cock drowning it with her wetness as she let him give her the orgasm that her body was yearning for. At the same moment, she felt him throb uncontrollably inside of her. Felt his cock harden and pulse against her overstimulated walls before her insides were being painted with spurt after spurt of his hot seed causing her to sob loudly,

“Yes!”

“NO!”

The piercing outcry was accompanied by [Y/n] jolting upright from her reclined position on the now sweat soaked sheets. Beads of sweat collected on her forehead as she gripped the covers tightly in her hands looking out into the darkened bedroom. She could hear her heart and blood thunderously pounding in her ears as her chest heaved from the quick shallow breaths she was taking. 

What had happened? How? How did he…how was he….why? Never had he been in her dreams the entire time she was there and now suddenly he was there and he had-

“Oh god,” she lurched forward, hand letting go of the cover and going to cover her mouth as the vivid memory of her dream resurfaced. 

It replayed clearly in her mind as she recalled what he had done. And moreover what she had done. A trembling hand carefully slid under the blanket cautiously making its way to between her legs where she prayed she didn’t find what she knew was there. Her eyes were shut tight as her fingers hovered over herself, too frightened to find the evidence of her blatant arousal by the dream. Though it felt like more than just a dream. 

All of it, from the touches, and the warmth of their skin, to the deep emotions she had felt, it was too eerily real. And the thought had her trembling body shake even more violently because not only had she enjoyed his praises and the gentleness he showed her at the beginning. But from the wetness and heat that emitted from her core and the way her body suddenly jolted when her fingers pressed at herself. She knew she had not just enjoyed those sweet gentle things, but the more carnal, and debauched things he had done to her. 

Even if he had done it all against her will. Forced her to submit even as she begged him not to. Somehow in the end, even if it was a dream, her dream, he had her coming undone. Had her acquiescing to him in the final moments of her own world in which he had seized hold of and made it his own. 

Physically he was on his way to taking her completely apart molding her into what he desired and he had started the moment she had stepped foot in the house. And even now when he wasn’t even physically present and hadn’t been for the past two weeks he was already well on his way to mentally breaking her. 

She could have spiraled out of control that second, as the tears she no longer thought she had begun to flow for an uncountable number of times since she had been there. Yet it seemed as if the universe took delight in her suffering, and wanted to see more of it, just like the man who had not been seen for weeks suddenly materializing under the door frame of the room. Light from the open door filtered into the room casting his shadow over [Y/n] who made no effort to turn and look at who was there instead blankly staring at her lap. 

“It’s bloody three in the morning [Y/n] what are you screaming about now?” Snape hissed lowly out strolling over to her and towering over her, looking down at her motionless body.

She didn’t flinch when he stood over her like she would have done weeks before. Didn’t make a sound as she lethargically turned her head up to look at him with lifeless, watery eyes. She had begged and pleaded with him almost every time she was in his presence. Cried and shed so many tears, more than enough for one person's lifetime. He ignored her, debased her, belittled her, treated her like a doll at times, and yet why did she…why would her mind betray her like this. 

“Please.” The word sounded robotic, emotionless even, a contrast to the agony present in her eyes . “I just want to go home, please.”

She already knew the answer, it was routine of course, and when she heard the sigh escape his lips and his body sag it broke her, faster than the words that left him.

“Why do you hurt yourself like this [Y/n],” he murmured, almost sounding sympathetic as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. Looking over at her, he could see how different she looked, there wasn’t a fire in her eyes like there had been weeks ago no spark of defiance. Dullness, it was all that met him and all she felt. “Asking for the same thing when you know that you can’t,” he paused. “I can’t let you go.”

“Can’t or won’t.” 

“If I let you go, you will be hunted and killed, that is a fact,” he stated calmly as he placed his hand on her covered thigh. She didn’t jump nor pull away at his touch as his sympathetic tone morphed into an equally sympathetic look that had his brows knitted together and a frown tugging at his lips. “And even so, who would you return to [Y/n]?”

Realization did not come crumbling down on her as she had expected it to at his statement. Whether or not it was because she had already known his answer didn’t matter. He was right, simple as that. Her family was gone, and even if he somehow decided then to let her go she wouldn’t be surprised if some Death Eaters caught wind of it and decided to hunt her down. Maybe if it had been earlier on, when she didn’t feel this overwhelming and suffocating sense of emptiness in her chest, would she have fought him and continued to plead for her freedom as she had done before. But she couldn’t. 

She was too exhausted as the vision of his face blurred due to the tears that streamed down her cheeks. Tears that she made no move to wipe as her chest heaved and her head sank forward. Her fingers gripped at the covers as her lips parted with a silent sob that had her stomach clenching at nothing but the lingering hopelessness of the situation. The hand on her thigh was removed, and instead, he placed his arm around her shoulder gently pulling her into him. 

What was supposed to be a comforting action, had her subdued sobs finally morph into a more violent grief as her body shook with cries. One wail came after another and she could barely catch her breath in between each of them and she was sure she couldn’t go on much longer without passing out. She didn’t care though. There was nothing for her anymore, only this and at that moment, not being awake seemed the best choice for her because she couldn’t take the pain bubbling inside her. 

The pain of it all penetrated her body, her soul, and shattered any thoughts in her mind and she couldn’t take any more of the hurt that came from it. So it didn’t matter as she felt her throat restrict with each choked sob that blocked off more oxygen. She didn’t care and in a way didn’t even struggle to stop the impending collapse that was coming. She let it take her. 

Permitted it to begin the process of forcefully quieting her mind as black dots in her vision became larger and larger with each forceful gasp that was let out before it engulfed her entirely. For a few seconds, it was all she could see before her mind went silent and she went limp in his arms. 

For what seemed like ages, Snape held her unmoving body close to him as his free hand came to stroke the back of her head gingerly. His eyes were glued to the space in front of him and he made no other moment for a while. Her breathing had evened out a few seconds after she slumped against him, making it seem as if she had been lulled into a peaceful sleep instead of the meltdown induced blackout she had caused herself. 

Though it wasn’t quite fair to put the blame all on her. No matter though because what had been done was done and it would make it easier for them. Easier for her to accept her position, ending her struggle for a freedom that was lost before she had known it, and easier for him to shape her mind into what he desired.

Cautiously, he unwrapped his arm from around her shoulders, letting the hand that was on the back of her head trail down just a bit so that he could cradle her neck and lay her back down on her pillow. There was a rustling sound when her head was laid on the pillow that was ignored as he was far more interested in the tiny noises that escaped her lips. But other than that she was silent as he pulled the blankets up against her body, tucking her in and making sure she was covered. 

There was a tug at his lips as he watched her tranquil features twitch a little in her sleep and he was allured by how soft she looked. So much so that he couldn’t help but lean over and seal his lips over hers in a tender kiss that he looked forward to being reciprocated sooner than later. He could taste the salt from her tears against her soft flesh and it just made him shiver a bit as he kissed her once more before pulling away.  

Afraid of getting too carried away and wanting nothing more than for her to be awake the next time for such a thing, he gave her one more fleeting glance before standing up fully. Making a move to leave the room, he stopped in mid stride as if remembering the other thing he had come into the room for other than to investigate what she was doing. Turning back around, his eyes went to the pillow that her head was laid on, and in the low light emitting from the hall, he could just barely make out a sliver of paper that was hanging out from beneath the cushion. 

Gingerly he slipped his hand under her head cupping it lightly, lifting it just enough so that his free hand could grab the paper that was underneath the pillow. Once done he laid her back down and turned round so that he was facing the door and could better make out what he knew was there. 

The paper was a bit crumpled from being underneath the pillow for what was probably a few weeks but it was still very much intact. And on said paper was the photo that had been in the Daily Prophet of her and her family. Them smiling up and waving at whoever the reader was. She had torn the rest of the newspaper up, only keeping the photo with her as it was probably the only physical piece of memory she would be able to keep. 

Unfortunately, it was that same memory that had allowed him to enter her mind as she slept. Permitting him to inject himself into her dreams and give her that warmth and comfort she so desperately wanted. For weeks she unknowingly did this all for it to culminate in agonizing bliss that had forced her to come to an unsettling conclusion about herself.

That maybe that want was something that was coming from within and he was just showing how good it could be if she just gave in.  If only she had known, maybe she wouldn’t have slept so close to it. Kept it near her every day, and whispered to it at night. But, how could she have known? The Dark Arts were ever changing and plus she was such a good subject for his experiment so of course, she wouldn’t have been able to tell.

A fond look was on his features as he turned to look back down at her. He had trapped her and she hadn’t even known it. There was a tinge of sympathy for her but it was only a means to an end and just a way to speed up what would have happened anyways. Sliding the photo back underneath the pillow and making sure he didn't disturb her too much, he leaned down once more.

“Sweet dreams [Y/n],” he murmured quietly, pressing his lips against her forehead. “I hope to see you again in them.”

Next Chapter: So I Gave Myself Over Willing

A/N: Another dream vs reality chapter :D but quite different from the first one. If this seemed all over the place I'm sorry as my brain was just like oh put this in there and oh also this 😅 but nevertheless I hope it was enjoyable.

I'll try to get another chapter up by the end of the year but no promises as I have some other stuff I want to write i.e Rickmas hosted by the lovely @deepperplexity (everyone should join in prompt list ~here~) !!!! Let me know how you feel about this and I love hearing from you all 👉👈. I'll see you all soon hopefully!

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Doctor. Doctor. (Spencer Reid x FemReader)

Chapter 1: The Invitation

Warning: Very horny reader. Slow burn. Alcohol Shot.

P.S I have Stranger things smut on my Wattpad @noctxrn

~ Y/N P.O.V ~

“Y/N! WAIT UP!” Said my friend Dr. Douglas, a.k.a Lisa Douglas.

Her light blue scrubs were crumbled matching the state that mine was in. At 2:29 in the morning I was finally getting out of work.

“Hey Lisa, what’s up?” I said as I stopped walking and stood behind the trunk of the car. I opened my car trunk using my key and began taking off the top of my scrub to wear the hoodie I had in there. The feeling of scrubs whilst I drove made me feel irritated, so comfortable thermal hoodies were the way to go for me.

“So, Luke wants to do dinner-” she paused as she waited for me to pull the hoodie over my head, “- with his work friends.” She finished as I was pulling my hair out of my hoodie.

“WHAT?” I whispered yelled at her as my eyes became wide and I raised my hand to pull down the trunk of the car.

“Is it getting serious?” I asked as my back leaned on the trunk of the car and I bent down on the ground to pick up my purse at the foot of my leg.

“Maybe? Kinda-” she said confused as she tried to figure out the answer she felt was right.

“Awwww…it's adorable that he wants you to meet his friends,” I said “..in a way in law enforcement the people that they work with become family, sooooo I guess maybe scout out a brother-in-law for me.” I said teasing her.

“You are not helping,” groaned Lisa as she put her hands on top of her face.

“My intention was not to help,” I said as I took my hair out of the professional pony-tail it was in and let it fall down on my back in a weird shape.

“You’re heartless demeanour makes me wonder if you’re a cardiologist so you could feel other’s heartbeat,” Lisa exasperated as she eyed me with a glint of annoyance in her eyes but also pride with her retort.

“Didn’t you say Luke was a profiler? As in he catches serial killers by psychoanalysing them and creating patterns from that?” I asked rhetorically. 

“Yes,” she said and I began to grin, “He is not rubbing off on me,” she whined as my mouth resembled that of a Cheshire cat.

“Whatever you say, Dr. Douglas.” I whispered.

“Anyways, I wanted you to come with me. Sort of like moral support.” Lisa asked as she had a pleading puppy face.

“Wouldn’t that be weird?” I asked a very obvious question. A stranger at a party with other strangers would just make everything strange.

“No, not really. You know Phil right?” she asked and I nodded yes in response. “Well I asked him to make you his date for my sake and he said yes.” 

“Oh,” I said now feeling weird that Phil is okay with the idea of taking me on a date, “He doesn’t like me like that, right?” I questioned as I felt the back of neck hair standing due to anxiety.

“No he doesn't. He just considers you a good friend and he understood my predicament and decided to be a generous friend,” she said to calm the obvious nerves that had accumulated in my stomach.

“Okay,” I sighed out. “Is there a dress code?” I asked.

“It's a cocktail party at Agent Rossi’s house, so formal cocktail but not too much. They are celebrating bringing down a cult for context,” she said as she began fishing for something in her bag. 

“Here,” she said as she handed me a piece of paper that had words written in a hast. “It’s the date, time and address of the huge mansion where this event is being held.” 

“So should I be subtly looking for a sugar daddy?” I asked Lisa with a grin on my face as this felt amusing to me. 

“No no, Rossi has a more mature taste,” she said in a matter fact voice, “although if you play your cards right you could possibly steal a dance from him.” 

“So.. sexy yet modest black dress matched with diamonds,” I thought out loud.

“Yes, very classical and convenient for when you inevitably decide to go to the club and get shitfaced drunk.” Summed up Lisa at my obvious plan. 

“Well, I guess I will see you in a day’s time,” I said as I approached Lisa in a hug and patted her back whilst saying “ so forget I exist for the next 18 hours,” with a smile on my face.

“Bye Y/N. See you tomorrow,” waved Lisa as she began walking towards the car that was parked a few feet in the front.

Getting into the driver’s seat of my burgundy 2015 dodge hellcat, I started the engine and felt my body begin to tingle. I was excited to sleep after being awake for 22 hours due to the strenuous nature of my work. My work was a good twenty minutes away from the apartment I lived in. 

Deciding to call my father who lived in Sacramento, California, I knew he was just returning home from out of state. I called his cell once, twice, and a third time but I still didn’t get an answer. Unfortunately I rolled my eyes as I knew what was happening. His wife was probably around which meant that he couldn’t talk to me. 

Pulling out of the car parking lot I saw that Lisa’s car had already left. For some reason the excitement of falling asleep was filled with despair of being alone. All by myself. I could have called my mother but a brutal fight when I was 18 had severed our relationship. We hardly talked, she hardly acknowledged my existence and I did the same to her. 

Taking a deep breath I felt the familiar gurgles of my stomach, signalling that it was hungry. Whenever I got sad or real about my life, I got severely hungry. It was my comfort and it was my coping mechanism. 

Pizza!

Stuffed Crust Pizza!

Calzones!

Cheese and BREAD!

The only thoughts that were running in my sad and hungry head. Deciding to look up a 24-hour pizza joint I asked Siri to do just that. But only a pub that was open till 5am was my only option. Deciding on a BBQ chicken flatbread and garlic knots along with their mozzarella + 5 cheese stuffed calzones with chicken and pineapple. The person taking my order said that it would take them 20 minutes and I was already 10 minutes into my drive. 

Not wanting to wait in my car for 10 minutes I decided to stop by a McDonalds to grab some ice-cream, one large coke with no ice, and a hot chocolate with caramel. Looking at the time on the screen of the car's dashboard, it read 2:59am which meant that I had another 6-7 minutes give or take. 

Still feeling too tired to just sit in my car I decided to throw my hair in a bun that just so happened to be messy. Touching up on my lip with a lip-balm and my cheeks with some blush, I stepped out of my car. Making sure to grab my phone and my car keys.

Walking inside the pub I saw that some people were playing pool, darts, or watching a rerun of some football game. The bartender was a middle-aged blonde woman with tattoo’s. The nametag read that she is the manager and her name is Boyce.

“What can I get for you hun?” She said as she was counting the money a man had just given her.

“I’ll take a scotch” I said “neat, please” I added as I sat down on the bar stool. 

“You’re not going to operate heavy machinery right?” She said as she cocked eyebrow up, whilst pouring me the whiskey in a clean glass. 

“Not for more than 5 minutes,” I said with the kindest voice and an innocent look gracing my tired face. 

“Oh, you live close to here?” She said amused, as she passed me my drink.

“Yea it’s a 15 minute walk here from my apartments,” I said as I threw my head back and downed the burning and horrid liquid. 

“Oh fuck” I said my face contorting in distaste as I slammed the glass back down.

“I forgot this wasn’t tequila,” I said my face still contorted from the shock and taste of the malt substance.

“You’re a funny thing, aren’t you?” She said as she stopped her work to take a moment to appreciate my foolishness. 

“Only when I’ve had five hours sleep and it was close to 26 hours ago” I said as I slowly coughed, not wanting to seem like a bigger tool. 

“I have an order, it might be ready by now,” I said as I stared at the empty glass. Pondering at the idea of food and sleep.

“Sure, flatbread, calzones, and garlic knots?” She asked as she read something from the screen in front of her.

“Yes that’s it, plus the shot of scotch” I reminded Boyce. 

“Yea a shot was right,” She said as she began ringing me up.

“$68.98 will be your total, sweetie” she said as she turned around to pick up my food to hand it to me. I handed her an even $80 and said the rest was her tip. She chuckled and said the drink was getting to me and I just smiled and whispered a bye as I headed out.

I felt a small hue of pink forming on my cheeks. A sign for how much impact social interactions have on my introverted, tired, and fairly one-shot of scotch self. My knees and thighs were warm against the bag of food. 

In a few seconds I was inside the car, the roar of the engine coming back to life once again. I put the food on the passenger seat beside me and began pulling out of the parking lot to head towards the direction of my apartment that was two traffic lights and one left turn away.

As I was driving towards the gated apartment that I resided in I saw the clock that read 3:15am. Feeling even more tired at the realisation of the long hours that I had just pulled, I pressed the play icon on the cold screen of my very hot car. 

Cash Cash on my dick, I like Givenchy 

All those fake hoes told me no but now they chasin’ me 

Cash Cash on my dick, I like Givenchy

Got this shit on lock like penitentiary,

The dirty lyrics of Bow by Reyn Hartley filled the air inside my car. The subtle rumble from his voice that added bass to my speakers made the song come to life. Even though the lyrics were degrading women and boasting about men, I couldn’t help the way I felt about the song.

Actually that’s a lie. 

I love how in my head I personify myself as a woman who transcends into a men’s person so I can relate to this song. Be the purpose of this music. Be the reason for a feeling. 

As the song came to an end my apartment came into view. Going into my designated parking spot labelled 7. As I was about to get out of my car I decided to gather my things around the car to limit the amount of time I have to spend outside of my car gathering my needed belongings in the cold. 

Let’s see. 

One hand will carry the food and the hot chocolate. 

The other hand will carry soda and my purse and my keys. 

Perfect!

With that thought I began gathering the respective items to it’s the correct hand. I began opening my car doors to exit the frozen tundra my car had become in the three minutes it was parked.

The brisk walk to my apartment door was quiet. That’s what happens at 3:30am in the morning. 

Not a soul nor a body.

Just a mind fueled with thoughts conspired by the darkness of the sky and the light showered by the moon. 

In this moment nothing was perfect but everything was so serene it felt like a painting.

I was struggling a bit to open my door, but I quickly placed my drink and my food on the floor so I could open the door much more easily. 

With a sigh of relief I felt happier knowing my home was open and I quickly basked in the comfort of minimal clothing and delicious food. Grabbing my things from the floor I quickly walked inside my apartment. The familiar smell of vanilla and sex indulged my senses. 

Squirt does smell like sex

My thoughts pointed out to me. Living as a single female on the other side of the country had its challenges. Not having the comfort of a home cooked meal was one of the challenges. 

The other was love life. Although this depends on your own view. For some people finding people to hangout with is difficult. And it was the same for me until I came to a realisation.

I didn’t want friendship. I am nice, I help people out when they are in a difficult spot, and I am always polite to everyone. I have “friends”. 

Friends I didn’t want but had. 

What I wanted was skin igniting, drunk on eachother, hardcore sex. I did get hardcore sex from the men in Washington. I just didn’t get that feeling that comes with just needing to have them inside you. Being in the same room as them makes your cheeks turn red and your breath heavy, just as how you would’ve looked when you were cumming on their cock deep inside. 

Many of the men that I hook up in the bar tend to be muscular with tattoo and roughhousing type of men. The men who look like the description of a gangster erotica novel. 

Growing up I exposed myself to Nikita Gil’s poetry about bad boys. The morally grey character in a perfect world who will ruin the reality for your own sake. I assumed that maybe if the muscle and the tattoo fits, so will the sex.

But it didn't. The sex wasn’t bad, but they couldn’t make my body convulse like I could with my finger on my clit and a vibertor inside my hole.

Deciding to quickly change out of the clothes I am wearing, I headed into my room to grab my black and white chequered pyjama pants along with an oversized navy blue sweatshirt that I thrifted. It had a logo of the local police department's soccer group and I felt it would let any potential kidnappers/ killers/ muggers/ rapists get the idea I have a connection to the local police department. 

Turning on the T.V I played the current series I was watching, well more like rewatching. Supernatural.

In this series Castiel had joined the dynamic duo of brothers and was helping them on a case. Walking towards the kitchen that was conveniently in the same space as my living room, I began opening the food and bringing it out to my coffee table. Grabbing my drinks last I sat down on my couch and took a sip of the coke and bit out of the calzone.

It tasted so delicious. The taste of the shredded chicken mixed with the sweetness of the pineapple and the spiciness of the jalapeno was such a treat to my tastebuds. The cheesy texture added more of a chew to the bite. 

After eating half the calzone I took some bite of the BBQ flatbread and realised it tasted perfect but my stomach was after the calzone. So I decided to finish my soda, my calzone, and treat myself to some garlic knots and a delicious cup of hot caramel chocolate from McD’s. 

Looking at the sleek golden clock hanging on top of the T.V, it read 4:30am. The tiredness washed over my body. Deciding to just sleep on my couch I set an alarm for 2pm, and began to doze off to the sounds coming from my screen. I grabbed the chunky crochet blanket off the ledge of my couch and draped it over my sleeping body.

Chapter 2

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

I’m leaving this little request in your mailbox with absolutely zero pressure.

Eddie Munson (because I’m nothing if not predictable…)

[REUNITE] and/or [MASK]

You know I’ll soak up everything you write like a sponge, even if it’s for a fandom I’m not part of, so I can’t wait to see what you write whether you write my ask or not! Have fun!! 💕

Oh Jax as if I wasn't going to write whatever you asked me to lol somehow it ended up being 4k words of emotional pain and smut.

Lonely is the Word

Pairing: Eddie Munson x femreader

Words: 4k

Rating: E

Warnings: some angst, smut

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I saw some graffiti once that said "love is like broken glass." And if that's true, Eddie Munson was the boot that had shattered me, ground me into nothing more than particles.

I couldn't even blame him, not really, not after what he had been through.

So I waited. Time passed and his physical wounds had healed, but Eddie stayed behind, the walls he built growing higher and higher, covering over with brambles and thorns and vines to keep me out, to keep everyone out. As much as I wanted to, I was never able to fit in the spaces he had hallowed out of himself, cutting myself on the jagged edges whenever I tried. So, bloody and bruised, I left.

Not just him, but Hawkins altogether.

As summer faded away, I loaded my things in the trunk of my shitty, hand me down station wagon, and picked up Robin the next morning, driving the two of us to New York where Robin was starting a theater program at NYU. I hadn't even said goodbye to Eddie. I doubt he would have even seen me if I tried.

And now it was January, cold and bleak midwinter. The elevator doors closed and regret clogged up my throat as I saw my reflection in the gleaming metal. The dress Robin had managed to snag for me from the costume department could only be described as decadent - black velvet that clung to my waist and breasts, the neckline a deep v that settled just above my belly button. It fell to the floor in a tumble of fabric, a long slit up the side, the sleeves ending at my wrists. Atop my cheek bones sat a Venetian mask, black and gold and secured by a black ribbon.

I felt beautiful. I felt ridiculous.

A warm hand settled on the small of my back and I turned, giving Robin a wan smile. She had worn a black velvet suit to match my outfit, her hair falling in messy waves around her white and gold mask.

"You look killer, you know," she chirped, trying to bring excitement back to the moment.

And I should be excited, I knew that. This party was going to be insane - invites were incredibly hard to come by and I knew how stoked Robin was for this. So I ticked my smile higher and clutched my friend's hand, squeezing gently.

"You look killer," I answered, swinging our joined hands between us. "Thank you for bringing me."

"There's no one else I'd rather crush some fancy masquerade with."

It hadn't been easy for Robin, watching her oldest friend crumble into ruins at the loss of the love of her young life. But she took it like a champ, doing everything she could to bring some light back to the situation. And when her NYU acceptance letter came in, it was a no-brainer that we go together, that we try and escape the ghosts of that spring.

Nancy had gone to California with Jonathan and Steve...well, someone had to stay with Eddie. So Robin called him most nights and they giggled like idiots until sleep claimed them.

The elevator doors slid open as they reached the penthouse. Robin extended an arm. "M'lady," she teased.

A second set of doors opened and I would have sworn we had walked into another world. Original art in gilded frames covered the walls and waiters in all black, masks included, skirted around the room, trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres braced on their splayed fingertips. The lights were low and we had to squint to make out the darker corners, the people who had already found their way to them, masks abandoned, bodies and hands occupied.

"Remind me how you got us in here?" I asked, her eyes wide.

"Uh…remember my thing for hot older women?" Robin whisper-yelled.

I nodded, my eyes refusing to settle on any one thing.

"I fooled around with the Dean of Performing Arts."

I turned to her, my mouth falling open. "You did not?!"

"What? She's only like forty." Robin shrugged. "She's insanely hot. And we only live once, kitten. Better make the best of it."

"You're out of your mind!"

All Robin said was "yes" before leading us toward the nearest waiter and snagging two glasses of champagne. It was bubbly, tart on my tongue, and warm as it hit the pit of my gut. My eyes wandered off in search of the hors d'oeuvres, darting over the other guests who were draped in couture designs. I snagged a bacon wrapped fig and then another, flashing the waiter a stupid grin as I chewed. A hand rose from across the room and Robin perked up at the sight of the brunette woman in red, her dress a frothy confection that wrapped around her like a cloud.

"Duty calls," she whispered, leaning in to press a quick kiss to my cheek before abandoning me for who I assumed was the "insanely hot" dean.

There is a feeling that comes with being watched. That feeling only intensifies when being watched by someone who has seen the most vulnerable parts of you. It's a sort of heavy awareness that pushes at all of your defenses.

That feeling descended on me, leaving me feeling hot and cold, bare and vulnerable, like prey. My eyes scanned the room from behind my mask, lingering here and there, but I found no one watching, everyone too engrossed in their drinks or their company or their hidden, wandering hands. I backed through the crowd and found a spot near the doors that led to the balcony, watching transfixed as the music took on a darker tone, the party slowly melting from upscale gathering to bacchanalian revelry. For a moment, it was easy to forget the unease that ate at me as these upper east side yuppies forget their sense of propriety.

And then I felt it, the watching, like hands peeling away the layers of my borrowed dress. This time my eyes landed on familiar chocolate curls and my stomach dropped, landing somewhere near my feet.

No, that was impossible.

They were gone as quickly as they appeared, disappeared into the crowd. I whirled around, trying to find Robin. My eyes darted over the crowd, looking for the white and gold mask, finally landing on her familiar golden hair. But she was too engrossed in her conversation to notice me, to see the panic on my face.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, my brain screaming that there was something I was missing, something important, just as a warmth bloomed at my back, a heat so heartbreakingly familiar.

"Hey you."

I knew that voice. I'd heard it a thousand times before in a thousand different ways: soft and intimate near the shell of my ear, shouting at me from across the room, caught in a whine as I touched him, touched him, touched him.

I turned and there he was, his hair pulled back, a black and red mask over the top half of his face. He was here. He was whole. He was…wearing a suit?

"Eddie?"

"Hey, baby," he murmured, and his voice drew me in, dragged me down, like it did every time. For a moment I forgot how angry I still was, how hurt.

But then he grinned and it all came back, crashing over me like a wave against the beach. "What the fuck?" I hissed, looking over my shoulder, looking for escape. I had wanted this so badly, wanted him, but now all I wanted was to run away.

Eddie's face fell, his soft mouth pulling down at the edges. He was quick to straighten it though, holding his hands up in surrender as I pulled away from him. The soft candlelight glinted off the metal of his rings. "I'm sorry," he blurted. "I know that doesn't mean shit and you hate my guts but I just…I couldn't keep it in anymore. I'm so sorry."

"I've been gone for six months, Eddie! And there were five months before that when an 'I'm sorry' would have been way more appropriate." My eyes narrowed and I crossed my arms over my chest. He opened his mouth and I held up a hand to silence him. "I get it, okay. You went through something horrible, something I'll never truly understand. Rob still has nightmares; I know whatever it was was horrible. I wasn't there, so I don't really understand. But you wouldn't let me help you, you wouldn't even let me try to be there for you! I go on a stupid spring break vacation and I come back to my boyfriend on trial for murder and an earthquake that bulldozed my house and you won't even talk to me!" A few heads turned toward the sound of my raised voice.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, scuffing the toe of his shiny dress shoe against the marble tile.

"And where the fuck did you get a suit?"

Eddie snorted a laugh. "Robin."

"She knows you're here?"

"She scored me a ticket."

My eyes flew over the room, landing on my roommate who leaned against a column on the other side of the open space. Robin dropped her gaze when she realized she'd been caught, her smile slipping.

I sighed, shaking my head, buzzing with irritation and resentment and a sadness I thought I had left behind. "You two are unbelievable. I can't believe you, Eddie." I dropped my hands and turned away from him, pushing through the double doors that led to the balcony, goosebumps erupting over my skin as soon as the January night air swept over me. I stomped toward one of the ridiculously fancy fire pits, flames dancing in the dark, the warmth seeping into my bones. So frustrated that I could scream, I stared into the fire, willing my nerves to settle. Footsteps broke my newfound calm and my hands clenched into fists again.

"Jesus Christ, it's freezing out here." Eddie rounded the corner, already pulling the jacket from his shoulders to wrap around me. I fought the urge to snap at him, to shrug off his offering. But it was warm and it smelled like him and oh, god, it was too much. He reached back, untying the ribbon that held his mask to his face and I felt the telltale burn of impending tears when I looked at him for the first time in six months.

Eddie was almost exactly like I remembered. His eyes were still soft, so dark and warm I wanted to drown in them. His plush mouth curved up into an awkward smile that I had memorized almost as soon as I met him. I knew every freckle that lay over his body. I knew just where to touch to make him laugh or to make him moan. I knew what he sounded like just before he came, when my name was a whimper in his mouth. But that Eddie had been a boy. Whoever stood in front of me now was definitely a man. There was a hardness to him that I had never seen before, a hollowness, a haunting.

"What are you doing here, Eddie?" An old softness crept into my voice, the one I saved just for him.

He tossed his mask to the bench tucked into the corner beside us and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I was dead."

My face pinched in confusion. "What?"

"I died down there, in the Upside-down. I was dead." He said it as if it were old news, as if it wasn't earth shattering. "I remember the pain, I remember the blood, I remember Dustin holding me as it all went dark. I don't remember how they got me home. Hell, I barely remember the trial. The lights were on, but no one was home."

I nodded, angling my body toward his. He stared down at his shoes, refusing to meet my eyes. Slowly, gently, as if afraid to scare him off, I reached for him. His dark eyes met mine and it was as if whatever wall lay between us split right down the middle.

"I couldn't stand the sight of myself, so how could I expect you to?"

And just like that, my heart broke all over again. "Eddie, there was never a single moment where I wanted anything but you." Our on again, off again had been in an off period when that Spring Break had come around, but I had genuinely believed it was just another one of our stupid games, a parting meant to make the reunion sweeter, hotter. "I was coming home to you."

He nodded, a sad smile pulling at his lips. "I know. But something broke in me and I had no idea how to fix it. I wasn't gonna let you wait around while I figured it out. It just wasn't fair."

My voice lowered, my festering irritation blooming painfully. "What wasn't fair was you making that choice for me. I get that you had some things to work through that a girlfriend wasn't super conducive to, but we could have had a conversation about that. You could have just dumped me."

Eddie nodded, pursing his lips as he really thought about what I said. But then his eyes met mine and I didn't miss the heat in them, they way they shined in the firelight. He pulled his hands from pockets and stepped forward, grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward a door I hadn't noticed before.

"Eddie, let go of me." I tried to yank my hand back but he didn't give an inch, breathing a soft 'hell yeah' when he found the door wasn't locked, pushing it open and jerking me inside what looked like a small library. Two leather chairs flanked an ornate marble fireplace and a low, plush leather couch sat on the opposite side, its back to the massive built-ins stuffed full of books and sculptures. It was dark, the only light coming from the moon and the lights that had been strung up on the balcony, filtering in softly through the gauzy sheer curtains. The door clicked shut behind us and when Eddie's hand fell to the knob, he slid the lock home.

A familiar spark lit in my belly, a heat that had always promised pleasure, that only took root when he looked at me the way he was now, the way he hadn't in over a year. His eyes were black in the dim room, his face serious as he pinned me with that heavy gaze. And then he was on me, his hands cradling my face, his mouth crushing to mine. My surprised gasp lowered into a moan when he licked into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip.

"It was never about living without you," he mumbled against my lips. "I just didn't know how to live with myself anymore. But I think I've finally started to figure it out."

"Eddie," I whispered, and it hurt. It broke my heart that he felt that way, that he had lived in a world where he didn't feel like he belonged, even more so than he had when we met, both outcasts and not too eager to change that fact. It hurt even more that it had all played out this way, neither of us able to reach out to the other.

Eddie backed up toward the couch, dropping to splay over the cushions. He pulled me over his lap, my hands finding his hair and tangling in the curls I had managed to free from the hair tie. He sucked at my neck, his mouth hotter than I remembered as his hand slid beneath the slit of my dress. He tugged off my mask before his hands fell, rough fingertips sliding over the skin of my thigh, higher toward the juncture of my legs. I knew if he touched me there, I would forget every reason why this was a bad idea. Yanking at his tie, I wriggled my hands beneath the collar of his shirt, my fingers meeting texture they'd never felt before. Eddie sucked in a breath and I pulled back, my eyes darting over his face.

"You don't have to…," he started, but I cut him off, pressing my lips to his, gentle fingers slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. When I peeled back the stiff white fabric, my eyes fell to the familiar demon head tattoo and then the thick knot of scar tissue below it.

It looked like…a bite. Like something's teeth had torn through him, ripping chunks of his flesh away.

There was really nothing to say. So I leaned forward and planted my lips to the ruined skin, leaving my tongue over the rough texture before kissing a trail up his neck. "I want to though."

His hand slid beneath the band of my underwear and he groaned when he found me wet for him, his middle finger gliding easily between my folds. "Oh Christ," he groaned, pressing lightly. I felt that tremble in his wrist as he held himself back from pressing inside me. "You're always so wet for me," he said, as if it hadn't been a year since he'd touched me like this.

I didn't bother reminding him, just ground down against his hand, searching out that delicious friction. "We're gonna get caught," I panted against his lips, tilting his face back to look up at me. The sight was divine, his mouth parted, his eyes glassy with need.

"Nah, I locked the door," he said, leaning forward in search of my neck.

"Not the other door, dingus," I reminded him.

He chuckled before licking a stripe over my throat, his teeth worrying at my skin. My head fell back on my shoulders. "We'll be quick. And then we'll go back to your place and I'll take my time with you, apologize however you want me to, baby."

When he put it like that, it sounded too good to argue over. All that pain and anger, all the questions, would still be there. Maybe it was better to just take what I needed, what I knew he could give me.

"When do you leave?" I asked, heart already breaking all over again at the idea.

Eddie's hand stilled between my thighs, his free one rising to cradle my jaw as if I were something precious. "I'm here until you send me away." He kissed me once, gently. "My ticket was one way. Harrington's back at your place, in case I needed a getaway driver."

"Okay, good." I tore my hands from his hair and dropped them to his waist, trembling fingers fumbling with his belt, urging him to lift his hips so I could tug his pants over the slight curve of his ass.

"Are you saying I need a getaway driver?" His breath was hot against my neck, his tone teasing.

"Shut up." I felt the familiar chill of his rings against my skin, his thumb brushing a circle over my clit. He was kissing me again, little groans falling from his lips to mine. It was so easy to fall back into him, to pick up where we left off before life turned ugly and tore us apart. One thick finger slipped inside and I cried out at the shock. Eddie's eyes widened, sliding to the unlocked door, before covering my mouth with his palm.

"Don't get us caught, sweetheart," he mumbled, a second finger joining the first. I moaned against his palm, my eyes rolling back as I rode his hand. "That's it, that's good, right?"

I nodded, unable to speak past the fingers that pressed into my mouth. It was good, but it wasn't enough, not after everything, not after the waiting and the wanting. His belt came apart in my hands, the button of his slacks slipping easily from the hole that held it closed, and then he was in my hands, hard and hot. His eyes rolled back when I stroked him, my fingers not quite able to close around the thick of him. He whined and then suddenly I was falling, the hand that had been pressed to my mouth coming to cradle my head as he dropped me to lay back on the couch.

Eddie tugged my underwear down my thighs, shoving the soaked lace in his pocket and hitching my leg over his hip. I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge at me as his hips jerked forward, impatient.

"Shit, I wanna be gentle with you, but I...I don't think..." His voice was hoarse, his forehead coming to rest against mine. His hands held my wrists over my head and it was all I could do to arch my back, to try and get closer.

"There's time for gentle later." It was true and it was all I could say before he pushed forward, burying himself in me.

I had almost forgotten the near impossible stretch, the way my body had to adjust to the size of him. But then he was moving, a long, slow stroke that pulled him nearly all the way out before thrusting forward and stealing my breath. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest in those heavy seconds before he started to thrust in earnest. Slow and controlled melted into deep and hard and I couldn't swallow down the moans that poured from my throat as he fucked me.

"God damn it, sweetheart," he muttered. "Hush." I couldn't, I wouldn't, and I whined again as he hit that spot up high and I saw stars. "Fucking hell." He crashed his mouth to mine, his tongue curling behind my teeth, swallowing down the sounds I made. He tasted like smoke and spearmint gum, he tasted like home.

Eddie rose up, his hands finding my knees, spreading them wide. His eyes darted between my face and the place where he disappeared inside of me, the sounds of labored breathing and wet flesh growing louder. His hair was wild around his face, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. One hand slid down my inner thigh to where we were joined and began to rub quick circles against my clit. I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I knew I wouldn't either. I palmed at my breasts through the material of my dress, desperate to be naked, to have Eddie's skin pressed to mine, to be able to touch and taste and take our time.

Later.

"Baby," he groaned. "I'm not gonna last. You feel too good, missed you too much. Are you still in the pull?"

I just nodded, a low groan crawling up my throat. It wasn't more than another minute until I felt him bloom within me, that familiar heat uncoiling sticky and deep. Eddie bit out my name from between clenched teeth, his hips stilling. Without a word, he pulled out of me, dropping to his knees on the floor. I moved to sit up, but his large hands found my hips and tugged my ass to the edge of the couch. He winked before ducking beneath the skirt of my dress.

"Oh my god," I choked out at the first pass of his tongue. He slid two fingers forward, their passage eased by the slick of his cum as he pumped them back and forth. My back arched when he pulled my clit between his lips, tiny shocks like lightning pulsing over my skin. Even though he was hidden by the black velvet, the sound of his mouth on my cunt was obscene. Eddie moaned, curling his fingers forward. I felt that clench in my lower belly, the muscles of my legs flexing where he'd draped them over his shoulders. His teeth grazed my clit and I saw stars. When he groaned against me I felt it, all fluttery vibration, and fell apart on his tongue, my back bowing off the couch, a filthy moan of his name falling from my lips.

"I missed that," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my thigh before lifting his head, setting my feet gently against the floor. He tucked himself back in his pants before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, wet and shining. "I missed you."

He tugged my dress back into place and laid his head in my lap. My fingers threaded through his curls, muscle memory at this point. "I missed you too. I honestly can't believe you're here."

"I don't know where we go from here," Eddie said as he propped his chin against my leg. He reached forward and grabbed my hand, tangling our fingers together. Just then he looked so much like the boy I had loved. "But I couldn't wait anymore to figure it out. And I love you too much to just let you go."

I opened my mouth to respond and the doors that led to the library burst open, giggles and rustling fabric floating into the room. Eddie sat up straight, his eyes going wide. I scooted up the couch, peeking over the back. Robin had herself wrapped around the dean, her hands disappearing beneath her bright red dress. She turned and our eyes met from across the open space, Robin's face flushing hot and red. Just as quickly as they had entered, she wheeled the older woman around awkwardly, backing her out of the room.

"This one's taken," was all she said before flashing two thumbs up and mouthing "hell yes!"

Eddie grinned, his dimples flashing. "At least someone's rooting for us."

I leaned forward, propping my elbow on my knee and resting my chin against my palm. This close I could see the tiny flecks of gold in his dark eyes. I smiled and it was real.

"I'm rooting for us."

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Being Sacrificed To Alucard To Protect Your Village

Alucard X FemReader

Warnings: Death, blood, horror themes, just Alucard things

Your village needed you. You were chosen for this very moment the day you were born. You were to be the sacrifice to keep others safe as soon as you were considered a woman. Dressed in white and dumped in the woods you awaited your fate. None of the people who had brought you here stuck around, so you were left alone to sit in the darkening woods. Sounds of unknown origins kept you on edge as you awaited whatever was going to happen to you. The details were always kept from the women who were brought to the monster who lived near the unfortunate village. No girls were ever brought back, sometimes a body part would be left where some farmer could find it in confirmation that once again the village was safe again until the next 18 years passed by. Now you found yourself that next victim, your body trembling unable to see but a few feet in front of you. You were ordered to stay and not to run away. You couldn’t go back home as you were now shunned and labeled as dead. Your mother had cried as you were drug away as your father looked on his face seemed to be sculpted in stone. Tears pricked at your eyes and you couldn’t find any comfort in anything. You weren’t allowed to play with the other children as you grew up, the village leaders had said you would need to stay pure and unblemished. So your childhood days were spent inside. Books had become your only friends and you had become quite talented in the sewing department, though you got in trouble every time you picked up a needle. Every time you were pricked by the needle, ran into a table, or even got a small cat scratch you were belittled and doctored with the utmost care no matter how small the wound. Your thoughts were interrupted as the trees that towered above you began to shake. You wanted to flee in fear but your legs wouldn’t cooperate. Just as you were gaining the will to do something a black shadowy figure landed before you, you could swear that the Earth was shaking as soon as he landed. What towered before you seemed to be formed from the very shadows themselves and two glowing crimson orbs stared directly at you penetrating deep withing your being. You wanted to scream but you refused as the shadowy creature began to grin showing two sharp canine teeth.

“What’s this,” it purred in a deep voice. Now you could tell that the thing in front of you was a male. “A new treat for me?”

He stepped forward into the moonlight his visage finally revealed to you. If he wasn’t so terrifying he could be labeled as handsome. With hair as black as the night sky after a full moon, eyes as red as overripe strawberries, a sharp nose that gave him a royal appearance, and lips that would make the softest rose petals jealous.

“W-who are you,” you stuttered voice cracking.

“Why how rude of me. A pretty woman’s killer should introduce himself before doing what he came to do,” he bowed mockingly. “My name was lost years ago I can no longer call it an honor to be called by THAT name any more but you my dear can call me Alucard. Or Dracula if you prefer.”

“Will you be quick about it Mister Alucard?”

“You won’t feel a thing,” he lied, eyes now glowing with ill intent with a hint of mirth. This Alucard didn’t leave you a moment to say anything else. He launched himself forward with supernatural speed with no more words spoken he sunk his teeth right into your neck. You couldn’t scream nor could you make a sound as he drained you. You became dizzy the blood loss becoming too much your vision beginning to blur. As Alucard took the last drops from your veins he dropped you to the ground harshly your pale body making a dull thud against the cold hard Earth.

“Thank you for the meal,” he bowed once more ripping your head from your slender neck. With a mighty heave he through your head as hard as he could. Once he heard it drop in front of the village he turned around disappearing once more into the night ready for the next victim who would be brought before him in the next 18 years.

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 50

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Rape, torture, body horror, loss of body part, violence, forced pregnancy, infertility (Seriously heed the warnings. This one is dark.)

Worse

Warthin had fallen asleep next to you. If you weren’t chained, you could have bashed his head in with the weight if the seastone. The first hit would disfigure his face, lacerate his skin. The second hit would cave all his facial bones inward, maybe exposing the tan, jagged edges of bone, and the indent would fill with blood and viscera, appearing like a bowl of soup. The third hit would splash this soup everywhere and crunch the rest of his skull. Gray-pink, gelatinous brain would squeeze out of the cracks from the force of impact. This is what you replayed in your head when he woke up and raped you again. 

He left and came back some minutes later with some “good” news and breakfast, which you refused. The “good” news was that you weren’t pregnant with a Kid Pirate baby and your womb was open for business for his own. He tried to feed you and you moved your head away or knocked it from the fork. He didn’t like that. He forced your mouth open by squeezing your jaw and shoved food in your mouth before covering it with his hand so you couldn’t spit it out. He wasn’t very gentle and you gagged a few times, but eventually he had force-fed you the entire plate and then some vitamins, “nourishment for his child”.  

He visited you a lot throughout the day, alternating between raping you again and force-feeding you. He got quite frustrated with you by the time dinner came around. This time when you refused to eat, he had a pair of pliers handy. If you didn’t want to eat then you didn’t need teeth. He loosened some up by punching you square in the jaw, then he took the pliers to one of your molars and pulled. It hurt. It felt like he was yanking your whole jaw out. You screamed and pulled against your shackles. You could feel blood run down your arms from the metal digging in to your skin. When your tooth finally came loose, your mouth was filled with blood. At that point all your screaming and struggling had made him hard, so he fucked you again, a little rougher than he had been. You knew it would only be a matter of time before his rapist instincts overtook the procreative ones. Afterwards, he fed you cold dinner, which you had to choke down because chewing hurt too badly.

Later, you vomited from all the blood you had swallowed. You didn’t have enough chain to lean over the edge of the bed so you were forced to vomit next to you. You couldn’t even wipe your mouth. Warthin accused you of doing it on purpose to starve his future child and proceeded to beat you for the transgression. He didn’t even let you clean up or change the sheets. You felt like an animal. You felt dirty. 

This cycle repeated. Every time was a little bit rougher, until you were covered in bruises. Every part of you was sore. There was dried blood in many different places and dried semen all over your thighs and between your legs. It wasn’t that bad. You could take it. You could survive this. Only a few more days you before they would come for you. You could last a few more days. I hope.

“Look at me.” Warthin demanded as he fucked you. “You never look at me, my darling.”

You ignored him. 

He grabbed your head by the hair and slammed it into the headboard behind you. “Fucking look at me, you pirate fucking whore.” He slammed you into the headboard again. “I bet you looked into their eyes when they fucked you. Didn’t you? You liked being violated by their diseased, dirty cocks.”

Tears spilled over your cheeks. Your head still hurt from him ripping out your tooth and all the times he had hit you already. 

“LOOK AT ME, CUNT!” Warthin choked you out until your consciousness faded. 

You blacked out and woke up to him still on top of you, not sure how much time had passed or if this was even the same rape.

”There you are.” He was holding a small, sharp blade. “I’ve thought of something that’s fair for both of us. You don’t have to look at me, but you’ll never get to see anything ever again either, especially not those pirates you give yourself away to.” He pressed the blade below your eye.

”Please don’t.” You rasped, throat raw from screaming. You felt the point of his blade cutting into you. Losing one eye was bad enough. Losing both would be your end. You had no observation haki. You would never be able to sense your surroundings. You would be rendered useless. If he removed it completely, you wouldn’t be able to use your power to bring it back. And then what worth would you have to Kid? What worth would you have to yourself? 

He withdrew the blade. “You’re right. I have to take the other first so you can see me crush it.” Warthin roughly stuck his fingers into your right eye socket, taking out your log pose and inspecting it. “So this is what you used to track us. You’re a smart one, aren’t you?” He held it up for you both to see before crushing it in front of you. “All gone.” He took the small blade back out.

”No. Please. What do you want? I’ll look at you. Please don’t do this.” It was rare for you to beg, but you would have no pride left if he took your eye anyway. You would have nothing left. You would be nothing. The Kid Pirates wouldn’t take you back. What use would you be? You would be an extra mouth to feed with no benefit to the crew. Even your devil fruit power would be dubious since you needed to visualize things to make it work.

“It’s too late. You had your chance, darling. And as much as I love seeing the hate in your eyes, I want to be the last person you ever see, so that I’m burned into your mind.” He slowly pushed the knife under your eye.

”NO! NO!” Your pleas devolved into screams as you felt the worst pain of your life. You could barely struggle under his weight pinning you to the mattress. The restraints were pulled taught until your hips and shoulders ached constantly; you couldn't move even if his weight was absent. Hot, semi-vicious liquid dripped down your cheek and onto your chest. The sickening sound of wet, tearing flesh reached your ears. 

“Oh fuck yes keep screaming. Just like that.” Warthin didn’t want to rush this but it was difficult to resist finishing. “Fuck!” He came inside you again but didn’t stop. He was enjoying this too much. He grabbed the collar that was still around your neck and ripped it off, noticing for the first time the writing on the back of the tag. “If found, return to Kid Pirates.” He had a tone to his voice that you didn’t like. “They won’t want you back when they see how much you’re enjoying yourself here.”

You didn’t know what he was doing. The pain was so intense that it was all you could feel. You were pretty sure your eyes were open, but you couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t hear anything either over your own screaming. You blacked out from the pain soon after that. Welcomed into a dream state by familiar faces, you were happy to see them, and that you could see. Their faces weren’t welcoming. They were frowning. Kid was there telling you how useless you were to him, nothing better than a set of holes now. Killer wouldn’t even look at you, your face too grotesque. Your hope was faltering.

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Kid and Killer were reunited with the Victoria the day following the incident. Everyone immediately knew that things were dire when they returned with Mini, and you weren’t accompanying them. They expected Kid’s rage, not Killer’s. It was rare that the first mate got angry, but when he did it was scary. Kid was very outward with expressing his. Killer held it all in. He answered in clipped tones and few words. They could tell he was boiling inside and no one could tell when it was going to erupt. 

They met with Heat and Wire to explain their plan and afterwards, made themselves scarce. Kid was in his workshop, facing away from the door that led to the infirmary. It made him too upset when he looked at it and expected you to be there. Killer was in his room, unable to come out again until Kid came to check on him. When he did, he saw a crumpled metal ball. A blue and white metal ball. Killer had crushed his own helmet in his rage. He kept thinking about his regret that he hadn’t told you more about how he felt, and he may never get the chance now. They were both emotionally triggered by the event, reminded so much of Victoria. 

Kid returned Killer’s helmet to its original state. “Are ya ok, Kil?” 

“I’m fine,” he lied. Killer was far from fine. He was pissed at himself for not being there for you or for Kid. If they had taken Kid too, he didn’t know if he could come back from that. “Wish I had told her that I cared about her. Wish I could have done more for both of you.”

”Ya can tell her when we get her back. And I’m here, aren’t I? Ya still saved me from being taken prisoner.”

A few days passed. They used your clothes and the blood of Warthin to track in the right direction. Mini would sniff the items and then point in a direction that they would follow. Sometimes the trail dropped off when the wind changed and it delayed them greatly. It frustrated Kid to no end. He was thinking too much. Left alone with his thoughts, he was ashamed that his mind kept creeping in the direction of questioning your loyalty. The doubts crept in the more he was left alone. Maybe this was all a setup. Maybe you planned it all from the beginning, stealing his heart just to lure him to his capture. 

Killer joined him for dinner, bringing it to the workshop, where Kid had been holed up. “What’s wrong?” Kid had skipped lunch earlier.

"Maybe we shouldn't be trying this hard."

"What?"

"M'sayin that I have doubts."

Killer narrowed his eyes, feeling his blood starting to boil. "What do you mean 'doubts'?" His skin got hot at the mere thought of Kid turning his back on you. His temper was getting the better of him, yet he was torn between his loyalty to his captain and his protective instinct when it came to you.

”Don't ya think this could be a setup?” He stared down at the plate of food. “Maybe she wants us to follow her so the marines can capture us. Don’t ya think it’s weird that they didn’t kill her right there, but they tried to shoot me in the head?” He felt guilty for asking it, but he had to know if he was being rational or irrational at this point. The lack of sleep wasn’t helping his anxiety about the situation.

Killer slapped him across the face, not hard, but not gentle either. “KID! She tried so hard to earn your trust, don’t you dare question it when she needs us the most!” Killer’s voice cracked. His index finger dug into Kid’s chest. “You saw how scared she was, Kid! You think that was fake?” Killer put his fist down on Kid’s workbench. “YOU WANT TO QUIT ON HER BECAUSE OF A SCENARIO YOU CREATED IN YOUR HEAD? WHEN SHE’S SUFFERING AND PROBABLY BEING-“ Killer didn’t finish, putting his head in his hands and letting out an anguished growl. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to explode at you. I just-“ He didn’t know if he did it because of fear or anger, or some combination of both.

”I know, Kil. Yer right. Sorry.” Kid shook his head and rubbed his cheek. “I needed that.” Kid felt bad about piling so much of his own feelings on Killer when Killer was dealing with the same anguish. And he felt worse that he questioned your loyalty.

They ate in silence. Neither of them could truly comfort the other. They were both hurting. Killer tried his best to stay strong for Kid, as he had in the past, but he was in pain, too. He didn’t have the capacity to carry the pain of two people. He struggled with his own, ready to lash out again at any moment. They spent the night curled together in Kid’s cabin, before sleep vowing not to let the same thing that happened to Victoria happen to you.

In the following days, tensions rose significantly on the Victoria Punk. They were stalled. The scent stopped coming back to Mini and she was unable to track you further. She paced back and forth across the deck with just as much anxiety as anyone else. Kid and Killer poured over maps with Wire, trying to figure out where they may have gone, where they may have taken you. They argued about what the best course of action was. Kid's intrusive thoughts only became more intense. Killer was snapping at everyone who got in his path. It was looking bleak. Then in the afternoon, about five days after you had been stolen, the Kid Pirates received a package.

There was a scream that rattled the windows on board the ship. Quincy was the one who grabbed it, thinking maybe it was something she had ordered on the last island, or maybe new wanted posters. Heat rushed to her, being that he was the closest, eyes drifting over the package on deck. He froze. Staring back at him were three eyes: 2 belonged to a video transponder snail and the other was irrevocably yours.

Heat hurriedly grabbed the box, suppressing the urge to vomit or cry or both. He didn’t want the rest of the crew to see it. Quincy followed closely behind him, worried about her friend. The four commanders and Quincy stood around the package. Killer pushed Quincy and Heat aside, zeroing in on the jar. He knew what it was when he saw it, and still brought it closer to make sure, to ensure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. There was a Y/E/C iris staring back at him, complete with the trailing optic nerve and attached muscles. Kid, on the other hand, assumed it was a gag, a fake, some kind of taunt. Everyone was waiting for the other foot to drop, for Kid to explode. When he didn’t, and instead went off about cheap tricks, Killer delicately explained that it wasn’t a trick. Then, Kid went ballistic.

“THEY TOOK HER FUCKING EYE?! THEY TOOK HER EYE!” All Kid could think was how devastated he would be if his remaining arm was taken from him, and applying that same feeling to you. 

Heat quickly grabbed the jar containing your eye before Kid could smash it in his rage. 

Killer attempted to quell Kid’s anger. “Kid, if they’re sending us this, it’s likely she’s still alive.” Albeit, alive purely for the purpose of torturing. 

”AND SHE PROBABLY DOESN’T WANT TO BE ANYMORE! WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT TO HER, KILLER? WHY?” Kid let himself be enveloped by Killer, burying his head into Killer’s shoulder. Kid felt hot, angry tears roll from his eyes. He was pissed on your behalf, upset that someone would maim you in this way, more upset even, by thinking of the pain you must be feeling. It brought him back to when he woke up after losing his arm. He had been livid, scared, and he did question his ability to be a pirate captain. But he had another arm. And he could make a prosthetic. You had neither equivalent. 

”That may be so, but that’s all the more reason we have to get her back.” Killer embraced his captain. “We have to change her mind.” He held onto Kid until the broader man pulled away.  Kid scowled, but said nothing. Who was he to try and change your mind? Keeping you in a state of misery just so he wouldn’t lose you would be selfish. He pushed that line of thought from his mind. He didn't want to explore that possibility until it was a reality, if it became one at all. 

As soon as Wire saw the transponder snail, he told Quincy to leave, even with her protests. He knew nothing good would come from it. She didn’t need to witness whatever happened next. He didn’t want to entertain whatever taunts would surely come from the other side, but he wasn’t sure what would happen if they ignored it either. Before they did anything though, he was going to figure out how to use it to pinpoint your location. It was a feat to keep Kid from calling on it right away. Wire convinced him to hold off until they could create a device to track the signal. 

A bad feeling settled in the pit of Killer's stomach. He could only imagine what they would see on the other side of the transmission. It was already difficult to keep himself from replaying the terrified look on your face when you tried to warn them about Warthin. What if he saw something worse? And what if that was the last thing he saw of you? Bile burned the back of Killer's throat. 

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Time was a continuous stream. There was no start or stop, no beginning or end. You couldn't say how long you had been here or even when the start of a new day was. At first, you could, but lately Warthin had been depriving you of sleep. He almost never left, constantly feeding you either his twisted perception of reality and how you were going to be the perfect wife and mother or cruel depictions of how worthless you were now. He went on and on. You were starting to believe him. Maybe you would be better off pretending to go along with his sick fantasy. At least he would want you. 

Tears pricked the corners of your empty eye sockets. Falling between the skin of your eyelids into nothing instead of rolling down your cheeks. Even if they found you, the Kid Pirates would leave you there once they saw your sorry state. You were weak from being chained in bed. Your face was swollen, probably beyond recognition. They would see how you've been used and how could they ever look at you the same again? You wouldn't blame them. You were disgusted by yourself, allowing yourself to be caught and abused, becoming the very thing you had been trying to protect. You were too pathetic to be a Kid Pirate. Maybe they would be so kind as to put you out of your misery before they left, if they were even looking. 

All fighting it did was exhaust you and excite your captor, so you had given up. You stared at the ceiling, well, that's what you imagined you were doing. You did your best to ignore the soreness between your legs, the movement of the bed, the horrid breath against your neck. In a way, you were glad you couldn't see. You didn't want to see the satisfied look in his eyes when he was done defiling you, or any part of him at all. Instead, you tried to remember the molten iron orange of Kid's eyes and how they burned with anticipation when he looked at you; you tried to remember the crystalline, icy blue eyes that you could tell were looking at you with amusement and patience from behind Killer's mask when you tried to do anything in the kitchen. Every night, or what you thought could be another night, you went through the faces of the crew in your head. That stubborn part of you refused to let Warthin's face be the last thing you saw and you were afraid if you stopped, their faces would fade from your memory altogether. 

The lines of your sanity were beginning to blur as you went from wanting to die to desperately wanting Kid or Killer to break through the walls and scoop you up to safety. As much as you told yourself you weren't worthy of them anymore, a small part of you hoped they could look past this and they could still care for you. You had finally gotten a taste of what it felt like to be loved, not just romantically, platonically as well. Hanging out in silence with Wire, joking around with Heat, gossiping with Quincy, listening to Dive's wild stories, all of it was precious to you. The shame of what was happening to you was what held you back from embracing the desire to return. They knew you as a strong, ruthless, independent pirate. You didn't want them to know you as a victim, not strong enough to help yourself.

There was an intense pressure around your neck and you struggled to get a breath, coughing and sputtering. For a minute, you thought maybe you would be granted the release of death. There was no way to know since you could no longer tell if your vision was going black. You experienced flashes of color as your brain was deprived of oxygen and fired neurons at random. Then your throat was released and your lungs greedily expanded with air. 

"Angel, you're not paying attention again." Warthin grabbed your face, licking his lips as he took in the dark maroon blood around where your last remaining eye used to be. It pooled under the skin and went nearly all the way down your cheek.

You spit at him. "Fuck you." If he really pestered you to react, you tried your best to make him snap. You knew he had it in him to kill you. You wished he would. 

"Come now. Don't be like that." The back of his hand trailed down your cheek. "Don't you think a child should be made with love?" 

Every word made your throat ache. "I fucking despise you."

"But I love fucking you." He laughed and grabbed your breast roughly. "I wish we didn't have to chain those long legs down. I want to see your ankles next to your ears. Maybe I'll chain them up by your arms instead. That way your pretty little pussy would always be wide open and welcoming for me." 

You had to fight the urge to dry heave at the feelings of his fingers playing with your cunt. Sometimes you wished you weren't so revolted by him so you could get wet. The dryness made every time he entered you painful. If you were lucky, he would spit first. You winced as he pressed his cock against your entrance.

"You know this hurts me, too." Warthin removed the pressure against you and brought his fingers back instead. "Why don't you imagine what those pirates did to you? Make it easier for both of us. Let me guess. Obviously, you fucked the captain and he's a large guy. Did he split you open on his fat cock?" He moved his fingers inside you, testing to see if anything he said made you react. "I bet you liked feeling him fill you up. I bet you liked when he chained you up. How is this any different?" 

Was there a difference? Kid was mean to you. He had fucked you under dubious circumstances. You did like being chained up. Had you just been manipulated to believe that there was a difference? You had an emotional connection with Kid didn't you? What if that was just a tactic to keep you around longer? 

Warthin leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You stupid girl. We're the same. You just like being used. So let me use you." He pumped his fingers. "What else did they do? Did Eustass share you with his pals?" His fingers felt the beginnings of wetness. "You were passed around to Killer, hmm? Heat? You open your legs for any freak, you filthy whore." He could feel your pussy twitch. "And what... they weren't enough to be stuffed by so you let Wire fuck you, too. I bet his cock is huge. Just look at the guy." He chuckled as he felt his fingers become more slick. "That's it." 

"S-stop." Your lip trembled. You hated that the memories you held close were being used against you. You hated that you could feel yourself become wetter. It was an involuntary response. "Please." You would be forced to forget even those treasured moments just so he couldn't use the images in such a sick way. He was taking everything from you.

"Good girl. Cry some more for me." He removed his fingers and was about to rut into you, when he heard the transponder snail ring. "This is perfect timing." He got off you to answer it.

That was out of the ordinary. He usually ignored everything when he was with you. 

"Hello, Captain Kid. I've been expecting your call."

Your heart froze in your chest, cold tendrils of fear snaked through your veins. 

"WHERE IS Y/N?! WHAT HAVE YA DONE TO HER?" The sound of Kid's voice made your heartbeat quicken.

"Oh what haven't I done?" Warthin sneered. "Would you like to see her? We were just in the middle of enjoying ourselves." 

See her? It dawned on you that he might have a specialized transponder snail. You heard him get closer. "No. Please don't." Your voice shook. 

"What's wrong, my love? You don't want him to see how much fun we've been having together?" 

You thought you could hear a sharp inhale on the other end of the line. "Don't look. Please don't look." Tears spilled down the sides of your eyes as you turned your face away. 

"Uh uh." Warthin tutted. "You look at them." He roughly grabbed your face and turned it back.

"DON'T YA DARE TOUCH HER LIKE THAT!" 

"What do you want?" Killer's voice was calm, but cold.

Warthin laughed. "I'm not sure I understand. I have what I want right here."

You yelped as he pinched your nipple through the silk of your nightdress. Although you wanted nothing more than to see their faces, you were simultaneously glad that you couldn't. The immense shame you were feeling couldn't be hidden except to your own eyes.

"What do you want in exchange for her?" Killer questioned.

You could hear Kid in the background screaming unintelligibly as someone tried to calm him down. 

"Nothing. I think you've misunderstood the situation." Warthin pulled the fabric of the dress until it ripped from your form. "She isn't my hostage. She's my prize, and I'm gloating." 

You felt the mattress shift under his weight and you understood what was about to happen. "L-leave them out of this. I'm- I'm begging you." 

"Sweet Y/N. They called me. They put themselves in it." Warthin snickered. "And now they're gonna watch while I put a baby in you." 

"YA STUPID SICK FUCK, SHE CAN'T EVEN HAVE KIDS. LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE." 

Your stomach dropped at Kid's words. That was the only layer of protection between you and the true cruelty of Warthin. 

"What does he mean by that?" Warthin picked your head up by the hair and slammed it back down when you didn't answer. "I SAID WHAT DOES HE MEAN BY THAT?!" 

Kid and Killer were hurling threats through the transponder snail. You could tell by the tone of their voice. You couldn't make out any of the words through the ringing in your ears. The chains rattled and were pulled taught as you instinctively tried to cover your face with your arms. Hearing Kid and Killer's voices again, how they wanted you back, washed away all the feelings of despair that had brainwashed you. Desperately, you wanted to be back with them and everyone else. You wanted to survive in the hope that this could be your future. But even that small flame of hope would be snuffed out.

"YOU LYING FUCKING SLUT." Warthin punched you in the gut. "You let me believe all this time, that you could give me a child?! There are consequences for lying." He leaned down over you and spat in your ear, "Your wretched crew are going to watch me rape you." His voice was slightly quieter, like he was addressing someone else. "And if any of you look away, I'm killing her right here." 

"BASTARD! PRAY THAT I DON'T GET MY HANDS ON YA BECAUSE WHEN I DO, I'LL BE TAKIN MY TIME KILLIN YA! AND I'LL KILL EVERY LAST FUCKER IN MY WAY." You could picture how viciously Kid's golden-orange eyes flashed as he said it. 

The dread that closed in around you was suffocating. You turned in the direction of Kid's voice. "You can look away. It's- It's okay." He was going to kill you anyway now that he knew the truth. The least you could do was spare them from seeing you be violated in your last hours. You tried to smile, but the tears that had been flowing turned to sobs, enough for salty streaks to finally coat your cheeks. "I- I- love you." It pained you to choke the words out in this setting. "Please don't remember me like this." You gagged when you felt your mouth forced open and fabric be shoved inside. 

"That's ENOUGH. You were supposed to love ME!" Warthin grabbed you by the throat. 

"We're coming for you, Y/N. Please don't give up," you heard the sad, sweet voice of Heat.

You could hear the low growl of Killer's voice, "You have no idea what's coming for you, you bastard." 

Their promises were like a shell coating what little was left of your resolve. They did want you and they were coming for you, but that also meant they weren't going to let Warthin make good on his threat, and they were about to see what brutality he was capable of. 

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