#letting the monster that knows both your face and your address because you told it to the monster's best friend leave has gotta be the

[honorthysalad]

I like to imagine that the reason Tanaka just let ‘hikaru’ and Yoshiki get away is that he's being paid by the hour so the more incompetent he is at containing ‘Hikaru’, the longer he's on the clock. Sure he totally had ‘Hikaru’ the second the two passed out, but then he’d have to find another client somewhere else and that might take a bit.

[smutoperator]

Noona's Birthday Gifts

Kim Taeyeon, Yu Jimin (Karina) x Male Reader, Friend

Part of Legends series

Tags: anal, birthday party, body fluids, bush, cheating, (a lot of) cock-sucking, (plenty of) cursing, double penetration, experience vs youth, facial, (many) female orgasms, foursome, golden shower, jealousy, monster cocks, NILF, piss drinking, prone bone, recording, riding, queefing, squirting, surprise creampie, sweaty, titfucking

Word count: 10059.

For nearly 17 years, Taeyeon has been one of the most beloved entertainment personalities in Korea. And it has been no different this year, as she has already scored yet another massive hit with "To. X." As she turns 35 years old, many come to congratulate her. But amidst all those celebrations, there was only one person she truly wanted to notice it.

"Happy birthday to the King, or should I say, to Korea's best slut," you tell her. Taeyeon smiles and takes it as a compliment. You two have a lot of history, as you've been her go-to guy for her sexcapades since her solo debut over 8 years ago. "So what do you have for me on this special occasion?" she asks. "Something very special; come to this place and you'll see it," you reply to her.

You give Taeyeon the address of an abandoned warehouse. It doesn't sound like the most inviting place for a birthday party, but you already have everything set up, including a very special guest. If it was any other guy, especially on her birthday, Taeyeon would tell him to fuck off. After all, no one tells her what to do or where to go. But not you; she knows you've always been a step ahead since the first time you met her.

As Taeyeon arrives at the warehouse, a second car is right beside her with another guest, a tall young girl with big tits that she knows very well.

"So you are the special guest," Taeyeon says to Karina. "Yes, unnie," she replies. "My guy really wants me to corrupt a so-called innocent girl, but I think you've been corrupted a long time ago. You even got the dispatch dating exposé. That truly means you made it. Welcome to the club. If you need any help, just call me." Taeyeon knows it well, as Karina has recently been exposed for dating, just like she did 10 years ago, yet just a few days later she's already cheating on him and hoping no paparazzi cameras see her.

As the two enter the warehouse, it turns out you have made a lot of changes to it, turning it into a very cozy space for the two to enjoy. You were at the back of it alongside your friend, as you let Taeyeon talk to Karina first and let her overcome her shyness and nervousness at the moment. "Just follow my lead," Taeyeon told her. Taeyeon was already turned on by the whole set-up; turning Karina into a dirty, filthy slut would be something she definitely wasn't expecting for her birthday. You never fail to deliver her the best surprises, don't you?

Taeyeon already looked naugthly at you and your friend, who were shirtless. But she wasn't looking at your well-defined torso but rather at the massive bulge under both of your shorts. Both eight and a half inches, the best she's ever taken. It was double the size of Karina's boyfriend, so she was eager to see how the young girl would take it herself. Her and Karina whispered at each other's ears, talking about your amazing physical features but especially about that boner under your pants.

"Sex with him is so good; I'll do anything for him," Taeyeon told Karina, getting her excited. She spoke from a lot of built-on experience. After so many years, you guys had developed an amazing chemistry that was unmatched even by real couples. If one day Taeyeon decided on the facade of getting married, you'd be her de facto husband. Since the day you two met, Taeyeon hasn't missed a single week without having sex with you, even in her busiest times.

Taeyeon already feels the heat burning under her dress. She's wearing no panties because she knows she won't need them today. After ignoring her for a while, you finally stared at her face, pouring some oil on your torso. "Ready for some slicky party, Tae?" she asked you. "I was born ready," she replied. You truly love Taeyeon's confidence. Women over 30 are just your thing. Their experience always leads to something very hot, and boy, does Taeyeon have a lot of it.

"Bring her to me." It may be Taeyeon's birthday, but your eyes first went to Karina. This was your first time with her, even though you had heard a lot about Karina already. Meanwhile, Taeyeon went to your friend while you looked at Rina's amazing baby-making body. 

Already paired, you two started kissing the girls right next to each other. You could already sense Karina was a very good kisser. Maybe she trained a lot with her boyfriend. Karina was more into romantic kisses, while Taeyeon was really sloppy, as your friend could tell, loving to sweep her tongue all over his mouth. Truly, she moved really fast. While you were still enjoying Karina, Taeyeon was already moving further down your friend's torso and already touching his clothed bulge.

As you started touching Karina close to her pussy, Taeyeon already had her ass out in the open as she lifted her dress. Your friend noticed and lifted it even further, with Taeyeon now naked from the waist down. You were much slower with Karina, getting to know her first as you moved around her stacked body. Your friend and Taeyeon had no such restraints, as you could already hear him slapping her ass as he grabbed her cheeks with both hands.

It took a while for you to undress Karina, but as soon as you did, you took her entire dress off in one go, even before your friend could do the same for Taeyeon. People weren't lying when they were talking about her body. Every inch of it is amazing. Of course, her boobs are the standout, but Karina also got perfect-toned legs and quite a nice ass to boost as well, alongside, of course, her goddess-like visuals.

Not even a couple seconds before getting Karina fully naked, and you're already sucking her tits like a baby, which you follow with some kisses and a nice grab of her ass, pushing her closer to you. Maenwhile, Taeyeon is teasing your friend, getting naked now from the boobs down until she finally lifts her arm to take her dress off. You can hear her typical smirk as she does so. Now both girls only have their sneakers on. If you and Karina enjoy themselves in a very slow manner, Taeyeon and your friend prefer instead a very fast-paced one, creating a great contrast between both couples.

Karina is the first to get on her knees, just as you start rubbing your clothed erection on her body. She easily takes your shorts off and reveals your already hard and swinging cock. Karina grabs it with amazement and starts working it into her mouth. You wonder if Taeyeon taught a thing or two to her because she gives you a great blowjob, already leaving your massive meat throbbing from the start and giving it multiple rocket punches with her mouth. You truly don't know where to look. Down low, Karina is sucking the soul out of you. In front of you, Taeyeon's tiny, naked frame is getting her ass grabbed nonstop by your friend.

"Suck it, suck it, baby," you tell Karina. As she continues her sexy blowjob, Taeyeon joins her and starts sucking your friend off. While Karina gives a very fast-paced blowjob, Taeyeon is now the one who goes slow, getting very sloppy with her mouth in your friend's cock. Karina rolls her eyes as your meat is too big for her to take fully in her throat. Taeyeon, on the other hand, slowly twists your friend's cock as she sucks his tip. The fast movement of Karina makes her boobs jiggle a lot, while Taeyeon teases your friend, dunking her head halfway into his length while firmly grabbing it with her left hand.

Karina spits all over your cock, trying to get it deeper in the throat. Menawhile, Taeyeon is already taking your friend's full length in her mouth, bobbing her head on it like a horny animal. You start fucking Karina's face as her eye-rolling gets more exaggerated, with her giving you a dumb-faced look. She clearly struggles; going from her boyfriend, who is 5 inches on a good day, to your massive 8 and a half proves to be quite the difference. What is basically a deepthroat with him only covers slightly half of your length.

While Karina coughs at each thrust you give her face, Taeyeon is already in full control of your friend's pole, throating it like a champion. His is just half an inch under yours, meaning her years of training on your meat turn his into an easy task for her. Both get sloppy, as they have saliva running down their chins all the way down to their chests, but while Karina moans like a sexy kitty, you barely hear anything from Taeyeon, who is fully concentrated like she always has been. Your friend fucks her face, yet she barely flinches. In the end, even with another big cock filling her needy hole, Taeyeon can't stop thinking of yours and feels a little jealous of Karina getting to suck it on her birthday.

Taeyeon and Karina continue to bob their heads on each cock. You can see from above that it takes a lot more effort for Rina than it does for your hot noona. But no big deal; she's gonna learn as time goes on. Karina, after all, was just a 7-year-old kid at the time Taeyeon started her career. Watching Taeyeon choke on your friend's meat gives you great memories from all those times you did that to her, but it also makes you appreciate that Karina is trying her very best against a truly legendary whore like her unnie.

You told Taeyeon this would be a very slick sex session, and she took it to heart, filling her chest with spit after gagging on your friend's cock. Not even 10 minutes in, and Taeyeon's body is already full of fluids. She uses her hands to rub them all over it. Her mouth gets repeatedly pounded, yet she keeps asking for more without even needing to say a word. "Yes, spit on it," your friend says, as he loves how messy Taeyeon is already getting.

The blowjob session continues for a while, as you keep taking it gently with Karina while Taeyeon gets messier with your friend's pole as each second passes by, rising to this special occasion like she has always done for her entire career. You gotta give props to your friend, because you remember when Taeyeon did this to you on her 30th birthday and you nutted all over her throat as your cock couldn't resist her sword-engulfing skills.

You call Taeyeon's attention as you guys swap partners. It's your turn to finally enjoy the birthday girl. The two continue to suck their partners' cocks as if they took no breaks, Karina with her firm and high-effort blowjob and Taeyeon with her sloppy mess of cock-sucking you always love to experience as she now dives under your balls and slows down and heats them up trying to get your pole even bigger, in contrast to Karina's high-energy blowjob of your friend.

Your friend gets too excited and tries to fuck Karina's face, just like he did Taeyeon's. Poor girl initially suffers as he grabs her hair and tries to shove his meat on her throat, but I guess yours was good enough training that she quickly adjusts to it. Meanwhile, Taeyeon keeps sucking you hard and deep as Karina gives your friend's shaft and balls some love. "You're so pretty sucking that cock," your friend compliments her.

"I want to see that dick reach 9 inches before you get it inside me," Taeyeon tells you as she keeps sucking your cock. Her dirty words turn you on even more. That woman knows how to be an amazing slut. You just keep pushing your whole blood to your cock, ready to give her the best gift you can for this special occasion, as she continues to take it sloppily on her throat. "What a beautiful fucking mouth!" you praise her as she smirks at you.

Taeyeon slaps your cock all over her face and bubbles on it with her sloppy mouth. You've seen it many times; she's activated her extreme cock-hungry slut mode. "Hmmmm yeah," Taeyeon sexily says as she turns her cheeks into a drum for your huge stick. "The best thing about my job is having such a big dick that's all mine," Taeyeon brags as you now fuck her face and grow bigger in her throat.

After a little more ball-sucking, Taeyeon is ready to jump towards nastier ventures. "Turn around," she asks as she dives her little head straight into your butt, licking your asshole like a maniac. "Is this the cake you wanted for your birthday?" you poke at her. On the other side, it's your friend's turn to get on his knees as she starts eating Karina's wonderful pink pussy.

"Ahhhh. Ahhhh." Karina sexily moans as your friend dives inside her perfect folds. Her fully shaved slit with closed outer lips contrasts with Taeyeon's wide-open meaty lips and the full bush she is spotting today, just like you prefer. Karina starts sweating all over her torso as she pushes your friend's head deeper into her vagina, softly moaning at each lick he gives her. "Yeah, it feels so good," she says using her soft voice, contrasting with Taeyeon's loud noises as she keeps choking on your cock.

Karina holds herself against one of the warehouse's pillars, her nipples getting fully erect as she prepares herself for an orgasm, cumming just as Taeyeon gags on your cock. As Karina's orgasming sounds take control of the room, Taeyeon continues to be a deranged whore who only cares about spitting as hard as she can on your cock. "Use me like a gloryhole," she says as you pop your cock in and out of her mouth.

You carry Taeyeon's tiny body towards a trio of gym mats on the other side of the warehouse, while Karina takes a bit longer to come in as her orgasm hasn't finished yet. You two get very touchy as Taeyeon moves her face up to kiss you while you run her hands all over her ass, giving her a little spank. If Taeyeon's little ass gets most of your attention, your friend can't help but be very touchy towards Karina's big tits, massaging them from behind as soon as she turns around and stops kissing him.

Taeyeon sets her sights on jerking your cock while your friend keeps fondling Karina's milk bags as she licks her chops and even gives him a little guidance on how to run his hands over her boobs. Rina is the first to get on her knees in the mats, ready to sit on your friend's big pole as he slaps it towards her entrance. As you and Taeyeon continue your long, sloppy cock-sucking session, Karina is already fully seated on your friend's cock, ready to ride it as her sexy moans go back to fill the room.

"Hmmm, you're a dirty girl," Taeyeon says as she diverts her attention towards Karina and enjoys watching her riding that dick in reverse cowgirl and how much her big boobs are already bouncing, reminding her of when the tall girl with big bouncy tits alongside her was her groupmate Seohyun. "Are you enjoying riding that dick like that?" Taeyeon asks Karina as she starts fingering her beautiful pussy. "Hmmmm yeah," Karina says in between moans, loving watching your friend's big cock disappear under her tight pink pussy.

"Stretch that tight young pussy," Taeyeon tells your friend as Karina freely bounces on it and reaches the full base of his cock. The thing she enjoys the most after taking a big dick herself is watching another girl do the same, which ramps up her eagerness to eleven. It isn't an easy ride for Karina as she closes her eyes while your friend's cock hits all the way up her cervix, but Taeyeon is there to praise the youngester and tell her to keep going. "You're doing well; don't stop," Taeyeon tells as she picks Karina's right boob to suck while letting the other one still freely jiggle.

As Taeyeon detaches from Karina and lets her bounce freely on your friend's cock, she already lines up her pussy and puts your cock in without even looking at you. Taeyeon is so experienced, she already knows everything about your erection, especially where it points. Her loose pussy offers little resistance to your 9-inch dick, and soon enough, your meat is already deep inside her. But once you're fully in, the recognizable warmth of her cunt can be immediately felt.

Taeyeon gets on all fours as she bounces on your cock. Even in a position like doggy, where the man is the dominant one, Taeyeon still manages to keep control. Her walls slowly grip your cock while your bulge pokes her skin around her navel. You try to grab Taeyeon's ass, but second thoughts come to your mind. "It's her birthday; she is gonna do whatever she wants," you say in your head between more and more moans from Karina, who's now getting fully impaled by your friend.

"I love that fucking pussy taking that dick all the way in," Taeyeon tells Karina, never missing a chance to praise the young girl for her efforts in taking both guys big cocks. You felt a little jealous as Taeyeon gave most of her attention to Karina than to you, but she couldn't help herself; her caring unnie instincts always appear on those occasions. "Nice ride," Taeyeon tells Karina, as she loves the way her tits bounce.

You push Taeyeon a little closer to you as your friend takes a break to slap his cock on Karina's pussy. "Oh fuck," Karina says as soon as he puts it back in. Meanwhile, you increase the pace, grabbing Taeyeon by her waist and showing your cock deeper inside her tiny body. But Taeyeon quickly counters and regains control of the ride, all while giving Karina's pussy a little extra heat with her hands.

"Take that cock!" Taeyeon continues to cheer on Karina as her melons get more and more jiggly and her pussy gets more and more impaled. "Oh my God," Karina groans as your friend now thrusts up her pussy and Taeyeon smirks, giving the young girl's tits some slaps as they get on her range. It may be Taeyeon's party, but Karina is the one getting fucked hard, as she spreads her legs and lets your friend manhandle her. Taeyeon starts getting a little faster herself, humping on your dick with increased intensity as well, but never losing sight of Karina.

"Oh fuck," Karina keeps getting destroyed. Your friend is completely addicted to her tight, young pussy and plows her nonstop while she fingers herself. You and Taeyeon get romantic, kissing each other as you two enjoy watching her get pounded. 'Right there," as Karina settles on your friend's cock, Taeyeon starts giving you some instructions, with you trying to match his intensity. Both of you now have your hands on your partner's tits, with you taking Tayeon's perky little boobs from behind while your friend reaches up top to grope Karina's massive honkers.

"Uhhhhh, yes, yes, yes, please, right there." Taeyeon is now the one moaning as Karina rotates her hips on your friend's cock while you pound the noona's little body. You two get very sweaty as time goes on, sliding all over the gym mat. "Ohhh, things are getting hot in here," Taeyeon notices as Karina tilts her body towards your friend's torso and lifts her legs as he starts pounding her in a full Nelson for a few seconds. "Tease that fucking cunt," Taeyeon tells him as he keeps slapping his shaft on Karina's clit. 

"Put it back in there," Karina begs. "Ooooh, you like that cock stretching that pussy don't you, Rina?" Taeyeon teases her as her hands reach onto Karina's clit even with your hard pounding from behind. "You like this slutty little pussy?" Taeyeon asks this time directed towards your friend.

"Dirty whore," you spank Taeyeon's ass and fuck her hard. She doesn't leave your dirty talk unsawered: "Yes, I'm a dirty whore, and you fucking love that; look how hard you're working for that dirty whore's cunt," she says. "It looks like Karina is one as well, taking that big dick so fucking deep," Taeyeon continues. "Fuck me, please," Karina says. "Yes, fuck her; I want you to fuck her until that pussy is sore," Taeyeon tells your friend, who can't help but accept her offer.

You had turned into just an accessory as Taeyeon enjoyed your friend and Karina's fuckfest. But that was about to change. Taeyeon ducks her head down and rests it against the gym mat, as she wants you to top her. You noticed and quickly followed suit. With only her knees holding her little weight, Taeyeon gets ragdolled by your huge cock, enjoying every second of it. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YES!" she lets out her first scream. "Fuck, you're so fucking big," Taeyeon praises your 9-inch meat ripping her cunt apart, while getting a privileged view of Karina now grinding on your friend's dick.

"Yes, take me; yes, take that fucking pussy like that." Taeyeon demands your full efforts. You do anything to please the birthday girl. "That's so fucking good; stretch my pussy; turn it loose," she keeps telling you. "Take me like that," she continues as your cock pumps her cunt nonstop. "Take that fucking pussy with that big fucking dick." Taeyeon's dirty talk has no brakes as you pin her body down the matress with your strong, muscular hands.

Taeyeon gets up as you let her taste her juices while you now slide down the gym mat. In the background of your romantic make-out, Karina continues to get impaled. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," she says just as Taeyeon starts to suck you off, fingering herself and riding your friend's cock hard as her boobs keep jiggling. "Yes, cum all over that fucking dick, dirty little slut," Taeyeon tells her as soon as she hears it, now getting on her knees as she faces you and lets Karina enjoy from up top how she sucks your cock.

After a long ride and a massive release of fluids coming down her pussy, Karina gets up to suck your friend's cock, mirroing Taeyeon. Soon, she wraps her big tits around your friend's shaft, sliding his wet cock up and down her massive melons with ease. "Jerk my cock off," your friend tells her. "Yes, baby, look at those big tits all over that cock," Karina smiles, Taeyeon cheering on her in the background as she watches her titfucking session while never losing sight of your cock in her mouth. "So good," your friend approves.

Taeyeon sits on your lap as she grinds her hips against your hard cock, warming it up for more while she watches. Karina sucks your friend's big pick like crazy. You two give each other torrid kisses, as Taeyeon really enjoys spending her birthday with her favorite lover. "You're such a lovely slut," you whisper in her ear as Taeyeon smiles and starts jerking your cock, pressing it between your body and hers. "Time to ride that dick," you tell her as you lie your body in the matress, letting Taeyeon slide that prick inside her warm cunt once again.

"That cock is so good," a very sweaty Taeyeon says as she slides it fully inside her pussy. As Karina keeps jerking your friend off with her tits, Taeyeon is now the one bouncing. Her ride is insane, with her taking very rapid, short thrusts down your cock that don't let you rest for a second. You never cease to be amazed at how Taeyeon places her hands on your chest and just humps that cock like crazy.

"Yeah, yeah, ahhhh," Taeyeon moans as she increases the speed of her ride. Karina watches and is eager to follow the lead of her unnie. "AHHHHHHH. AHHHHHHH." Taeyeon screams fill up the room as she moves faster, going full dick-riding whore mode. Soon, Karina also sits on your friend's cock, this time facing him and giving him easier access to her huge tits.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," you say as Taeyeon gives your cock no rest and her cheeks clap hard against your hips. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she gives you some aegyo-esque moans as if she were still that teenager who once sang Gee, as she smashes your cock full speed. Karina tries to be a good student and copies Taeyeon's riding motion, but while doing it well, she just can't match Taeyeon's insane speed while mounting on a horse-hung cock. It's truly a skill that takes years to master, and Taeyeon is one of the very few that can do it like it's a walk in the park.

Your friend slaps Karina's fit ass, and she knows she has to go faster, but by the time she does, Taeyeon has already switched her motion, sitting hard on your cock as if she were just bouncing on one of those big yoga exercise balls. "Ohhh, baby, fuck," you're now the one on the edge as Taeyeon shows no mercy for your cock. If it depended just on her will, it would get snapped in half. Her ride is so intense that it feels like she's been possessed by some sex demon. 

Karina moans, as trying to match Taeyeon's energy proves too much for her. "Oh God, fuck," she groans as her pussy throbs and your friend keeps spanking her ass. Meanwhile, you can't do anything; Taeyeon is just on a whole new planet at this point. All you want is not to cum prematurely on her birthday once more. Five years ago, it was her throat; today, it could be her cunt, in five years, it might be her ass. This woman is the devil.

Taengoo's pussy is wet at this point; it starts queefing at each bounce she gives you, as your cock now meets a puddle of squirt inside her hole. You go feral, and it takes just a little stop in her ride for you to start pumping it up hard, as if you were seeking revenge on her for those demonic bounces a couple minutes ago. As you and Taeyeon duel like a fighting couple, making a lot of noise at each thrust, Karina just enjoys your friend's hard cock buried deep in her tight pussy.

Taeyeon tilts her body in your direction as she switches her riding motion once again. You respond by shoving your finger up her asshole. And what a switch that was, as her eyes stare right at Karina's bouncing body, and the first thing she sees are the youngster's tits in motion. However, this was just a trap that Taeyeon sets on her, as she quickly goes back to her original spot and keeps bouncing on your cock, while Karina, trying to follow, gets annihilated down under by your friend's dick.

"Yes, bow to that fucking cock," Taeyeon tells Karina while you grab her by her little boobs. The birthday girl is now the one seeing everything from above, turned on by watching Karina get plowed while she keeps bouncing on you nonstop, your bodies getting more and more slippery as her sweat and squirt spill all over you. "Ahhh, shit," you end up forcing her to stop in the middle of her ride just to survive. Well, you might have survived, but Karina's pussy is definitely getting killed at each thrust of your friend's big meat.

Your relief doesn't last long. "You can't stop like that; I'm the one who gives the commands." Taeyeon is angry you couldn't stand her ride and teaches you a lesson, gyrating her hips all over your cock and hitting it from every possible angle. This time you can survive her bombardment, as your cock gives in and surprises her with a single but massive sperm pump in her womb.

"Pleeeease," Karina begs as your friend keeps hitting her pussy hard. Meanwhile, Taeyeon was not on the pill, but she doesn't give a shit that you just ejaculated inside her, just enjoying the blend of fluids inside her needy pussy, all of them mixed by your huge cock: sweat, squirt, and cum. The sloppier, the better. She's known you for years and was aware you couldn't resist, as she now switches to a straight ride that expels all those fluids down her pussy into your shaft, balls, and crotch at each pump.

"You want more of that pussy?" Taeyeon rhetorically asks as you remain hard all the time, even after shooting inside her. To her side, Karina now starts riding in some crab-esque motion that Taeyeon can't help but find funny. "He's really getting those legs shaking," she tells her.

As you two finally finish your epic ride, it feels like Taeyeon wants more, bouncing her hips in the air with your cock already out of her. More fluids come out of her pussy, most of it being her squirt and your cum. Taeyeon makes sure to swallow all of them before moving on to the next round. "Ahh fuck," you scream, relieved that Taeyeon's cock torture is finally over. That woman really knows how to drain you.

Taeyeon dives straight to your cock, making sure it's back to the ideal size she wants. Any hint of flaccidness is gone in a couple seconds of her mouth working on it. Like a good, caring unnie, Taeyeon shares your cock with Karina, letting the youngster get spit-roasted as she tastes your wet dick already back at full strength. Taeyeon laughs as Karina is now just a piece of meat slotted between two hard cocks. "Look at that fucking slut," she says as she grabs Karina's hair and dunks her head against your dick.

Karina loves the way her unnie treats her, smiling at Taeyeon's face as soon as she lets her pull out of it, making your cock even sloppier. As Taeyeon now takes care of it, you get up to kiss Karina, who is still getting impaled by your friend during all this time, as he never lets go of her. You watch Karina's boobs bounce and then shove Taeyeon's face against your crotch. "Throat it, slut, choke on that fucking cock just like that," you tell her, still upset that she made you cum earlier.

"Oh my god, fuck, I'm gonna cum again." Karina is really straight-forward, and damn, her pussy is really sensitive as she braces herself for her third orgasm. One thing is certain: Karina came here just for fun but will come out with the perfect guy for whatever escapades she makes when she gets bored of her boyfriend. "Make her fucking cum," Taeyeon tells your friend as Karina's moans get softer and more childlike at every bounce on his cock.

Karina's queefing pussy finally gives in as she orgasms all over your friend's cock. As she cums, he tounches her very sensitive boobs, sending her to the heavens. While Karina gets up to taste her juices, you put Taeyeon in a fetal position and go down on her meaty, bushy cunt. "OH MY GOD! YES!" Taeyeon screams as she gets upside down, your tongue working all over her cum-filled, squirting babyhole. Her legs shake as you increase the heat in her vagina, filling the room with her moans. "You can't stop singing even during sex, holy shit" you mock her.

"OH FUCK. AHHHH. YESS." Taeyeon continues to let her feelings out as her pussy gets overwhelmed by your sweeping tongue. You move up and down, side by side, tasting every inch of her cunt. "AHHHHHH. AHHHHHH. AHHHHH." Taeyeon screams. You were truly throwing the perfect party for her. "Hmmm, so fucking hot," Karina tells her as Taeyeon wraps your legs around your head, ready to deliver a singing orgasm. Karina is already on all fours as your friend now takes her from behind, but you and Taeyeon aren't even noticing, fully focused on making the most of such a hot moment.

Taeyeon's legs tremble and open up as she cums. She fully spreads her legs as her sweaty body slides on the floor, and she squirts all over your face, giving you a big smirk. Not even seconds after finishing her orgasm, she already knows what's up next: "We are late," she tells you, getting on all fours to match Karina as the two kiss each other.

"FUCK!" Taeyeon yells hard as soon as you penetrate her pussy. But Karina is having a much harder time even staying up, as your friend's big bull has been manhandling her for a long time now. Both couples are now in perfect sync, but while Taeyeon takes your poundings with eyes wide open, Karina just closes her eyes as her pussy is already extremely sore after three orgasms and your friend molding it to the shape of his cock.

You spank Taeyeon's ass, and your friend soon follows and spanks Karina's. Now we've got two dueling whores—a match between youth and experience. On one side, moans and jiggly boobs; on the other, smiles at each penetration and the desire for more. "Oh my God, you hit me so fucking deep," Taeyeon tells you as she rolls her eyes. It turns out even the top whores can feel a lot of heat with such a massive cock like yours.

On the other side, Karina simply has no control over her boobs, letting them freely bounce like an airmless weapon. As they bump against each other, Karina's gets even more sensitive. But Taeyeon is no further behind. The two sluts now fully close her eyes and become just a pair of fucktoys on your and your friend's hands as you two firmly grab them by their little waists and keep pounding them.

"Good girls." You two praise them as they keep moaning with your cocks buried deep inside their cunts. Taeyeon and Karina look at each other and share kisses once more; it's the only relief they get amidst the pair of cocks stretching them out as hard as they can. "You look so hot getting fucked on all fours," Taeyeon tells Karina, who enjoys her unnie's compliments. Your friend now gives Karina's shoulders a massage while fucking her, while you firmly grip Taeyeon by her waist and love how she feels the heat of your cock hitting her tiny cum-filled womb all the way up to her cervix.

"God damn it," Taeyeon curses as the doggystyle fucking session keeps going on. "Oh my God, yes," Karina follows up as their hairs are now completely messy and sweaty and the rest of their bodies are aching as they have been turned into cocksleeves for your big meats. Karina has to use her long nails to cling to the gym mattress. Taeyeon pretends to sturggle to stay on her feet, but that tiny girl is stronger than most give her credit, as she rightens up her hair even with just one hand holding all the strangth of your poundings.

Taeyeon regains enough strangth that she starts moving her hips up and down your shaft. You give her ass a spank in approval." YES, FUCK, YES, OH MY GOD, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. On the other side, Karina is just a screaming mess as she starts shaking again. Little does she know, things are about to get even harder for her.

"Let's get down," you tell Taeyeon, who slides her body to the mat fully. Karina follows suit. You know this is Taeyeon's favorite position. She loves getting prone-boned by a massive cock up her holes. And of course, you're not gonna forget about it on her birthday of all days. Taeyeon reaches down and adjusts your cock to penetrate her at the best possible angle. Meanwhile, your friend doesn't even wait for you to start, already pounding Karina's pink slit as he gets more and more addicted to it.

"Fuck me like your life depends on it," Taeyeon tells you as you bone her. Meanwhile, Karina can only moan as she is getting stretched out nonstop. Taeyeon looks at her and gives her a little smirk before asking, "How long can you last?". "Not much, unnie. AHHHHHHHH," she says, barely able to finish.

"THAT FUCKING DICK IS SO GOOD, YOU GO SO FUCKING DEEP," Taeyeon screams as you pound her nonstop. Your session has essentially turned into a pair of hard dueling swords to see who can fuck their partner the hardest. Your balls smack Taeyeon's clit at each thrust, while your friend now slides his hands under Karina to fondle her tits while smashing them against the floor at each pounding. Even Taeyeon feels overwhelmed as you guys don't lift the foot off the gas at any second. 

"FUCKK. AHHHHH!" Taeyeon screams with her mouth wide open, while Karina grinds her teeth as your friend destroys her sore pussy. You and Taeyeon hotly kiss each other while Karina gets completely topped. "I think she's gonna collapse," Taeyeon whispers to you. "Stay put, you dirty little slut," Taeyeon tells Karina, as her guy keeps pumping her. Taeyeon's words make Karina find the last bit of strength she still has left, enduring your friend's bombardment of her pussy for a little longer.

You and Taeyeon continue to make out. "You look so fucking hot taking that cock," she tells Karina; she really enjoys watching her get destroyed. "Give it to me," she tells you, feeling a little jealous of Karina as the youngster's tits are now completely pressed against the floor and getting fondled by her man's, making Taeyeon wish she had such big boobs to feel the same way.

The two girls cum at the same time. While Taeyeon is sharing kisses with you, Karina has completely collapsed, with even her head now smashed in the floor, all that with your friend's cock still buried deep inside her. You two now finally move at a slower speed, just riding their orgasms. "I think I'm done for today; my pussy walls are so swollen they doubled in size. He really fucked me good," Karina says. She may have been out of combat, but Taeyeon is ready for more. "No problem, but please stay for the rest of the party," Taeyeon asks her. "Of course, unnie. I'll do everything you ask me," Karina gently replies.

"I want both of you to take turns in my ass," Taeyeon tells them as your friend pulls out of Karina, staring at both men with naughty eyes. Karina smiles, feeling like she's about to watch something special.

Taeyeon stays on the mat, with you just turning her body at a 90-degree angle. She gasps as your meat enters her asshole. No matter how familiar she is with your cock, it happens every single time you fuck her ass. At the same position you were fucking her pussy, you start drilling her butthole. "OHHHH. FUCKKK," she says. The only action going on is now you and her going 1 vs. 1. Her pussy squirts all over the matress as you gape her ass.

"So hot," Karina says. She really made the right decision to stay. Taeyeon is about to teach her how to become a top slut. "Yes, please, right there, fuck," Taeyeon says as Karina spreads her unnie's cheeks for your massive meat. Her eyes are now completely closed. The way you anally fucked her was truly special; no other guy could stretch her asshole the way you could, and Taeyeon knew that all the way back in the first time you two met each other.

"I love the way you stretch my tight little ass," Taeyeon tells you. You have heard that multiple times already, but it always turns you on. "Don't you fucking stop," she keeps saying. The way you fuck her is so simple, yet the chemistry between both of you is just amazing and scorching hot. Karina definitely seems to agree as she watches it up close. You now fuck Taeyeon's ass at a straight angle, sending her over the moon in the process. Close to you, Karina can only gasp at how your meat disappears inside her unnie's tiny hole with such ease. Nine whole inches, and she takes it like it's nothing.

"Such a big fucking dick," Taeyeon praises your massive manhood. "And you're such a good girl, spreading Unnie's ass," she says to Karina as you finish fucking her ass. Now, it's your friend's turn. "Give me that big gift up my ass for the first time," Taeyeon tells your friend while Karina licks her asshole in preparation. "Dirty slut wants to taste it?" she pokes her. As Karina gapes her unnie's ass, your friend takes your cock up Taeyeon's butt with ease. "Yes, please, take turns in my ass," she begs once more.

"Yes, right there, oh my godddddd, fuck," Taeyeon moans as if she were singing. You enjoy the way your friend stretches her butthole out as she closes her eyes and gets her hole fucked good. "Stuffing my fucking ass like a champion," she says, giving your friend a compliment as he reaches deeper. "Oh my God, you're gonna make me cum," she tells him as she reaches balls deep. 

Your friend can resist and starts manhandling Taeyeon's tiny ass. "Get in there," he says. "AHHHHHHH," she screams as soon as he starts fucking her faster. Taeyeon was truly caught by surprise as her clenched pussy opened up while her ass got destroyed. "SHITTTTT," your friend didn't come to play, as he truly wants to dethrone you for the number one spot among the best fuckers in Taeyeon's tight butt. 

"Yes, please, fucking destroy this fucking ass," Taeyeon says. Now for every two words that come from her mouth, one is a f-bomb. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot," she tells your friend as his balls make contact with her cunt. "Make me fucking cum, please; show how much you love this tight little hole," she tells him. "Fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me hard like that," she keeps incentivizing him one f-bomb at a time. "Give it to her," you say in the background. 

"Are you ready to cum, baby?" he asks Taeyeon. "Yes, give it to me; make me your little slut," she replies. Soon enough, your friend gives Taeyeon that coveted anal orgasm she is craving. Taeyeon's body stays shaking on the floor as Karina tastes your friend's cock, eager to enjoy her unnie's butthole as she gives him a sloppy blowjob, while Taeyeon goes back to suck yours.

"I want both of you inside me," Taeyeon tells you as she gives your cock a little lick. You lie both on the mattress as she gets ready to sit her ass on your erect pole. "Fuck that dick is so big," Taeyeon whispers as your pole fully impales her asshole, staring at Karina, who enjoys her little unnie getting stuffed like a whore. 

"I want you to put your dick inside me too, come on, do it, don't be shy," Taeyeon begs your friend, looking at him with eyes full of lust as she rests her body on top of yours and rests her head on Karina's torso, while the youngester now sits on top of your face. Taeyeon spreads her meaty, used-up cunt for your friend's huge cock. "Yes, please, get in," she tells him as he teases her, going in and out of her pussy.

"Stuff me, please; I want both your dicks inside me. JUST LIKE THAT," she screams as your friend fully commits to her pussy, pumping it hard from the start. Nothing Taeyeon loves more than a pair of candles double penetrating her on her birthday. But for the first time, she's got someone else to watch it, which makes it even hotter for her. Just like before, Taeyeon moans as if she's singing, clinging to Karina's body as she reaches her little arms at her waist, while her head rests just under Karina's tits, her tiny body moving up and down yours as your friend pounds her pussy.

"That's so fucking good; your guys dicks are so fucking big," Taeyeon says as she now grabs Karina's boobs while your friend fingers her pussy and plays with her big bush. "Fuck, you guys are so good to me, giving me the best birthday ever and stretching out my fucking holes like that," Taeyeon says as she clenches them hard around your cock. "Watch it, Rina; this is what sluts are made of," she tells the youngster while looking at her, although the only thing she can see are her boobs.

Your friend chokes Taeyeon, who tells him she finds it hot. "You like watching me get fucked by both of these cocks?" Taeyeon asks Karina as her head slides right between the young girl's tits. "Soon you'll be the one taking those big fucking dicks for your birthday," she tells Karina. "If you haven't already, of course," Taeyeon laughs. "You fucking boys stuff me so fucking good; you take that fucking ass and pussy so... good," she tells them as both of you increase the pace of your thursts inside her holes.

Karina holds Taeyeon's legs up in the air, looking at your friend and future sexcapade guy licking her chops, thinking to herself that she can't wait to be at Taeyeon's place. "I hope my boyfriend doesn't mind it," she tells herself. "That pussy is so good," your friend tells Taeyeon, impressed at how quickly her hole gets wet for his cock. And just as he notices it, she says, "Fuck, you're gonna fucking make me cum. Yes, please, fuck please," Taeyeon tells him.

Your friend truly wasn't ready for what came next. As he shoved his cock deeper into Taeyeon's vagina, he started groaning. Her walls clenched, and she started "biting" his cock, which bends just at her entrance. Taeyeon puts her finger on his clit and closes her eyes as she starts cumming, expelling his cock out with a volcanic squirt that reaches all the way up into his torso.

"OHHHHHHH!" Tayeon screams as she squirts. "Holy shit," your friend says, amazed at the geyser coming out of her cunt that gets his body wet from top to bottom. "Fuck her harder, make her squirt harder," Karina tells him as soon as he finds room to go back inside Taeyeon's pussy. He grabs Taeyeon's left leg with one hand and her neck with the other, pounding her wet puddle of a cunt as hard as he can under the watchful and naughty eye of Karina.

"You're so fucking hot taking me, taking that fucking pussy like that." Taeyeon praises your friend as she licks the juices from her cunt. He fingers her, hoping for another river of squirt, as Taeyeon wraps her arms around Karina's waist. Meanwhile, Taeyeon's waist gets grabbed hard by your friend, who pounds her so fast that he makes your cock slip out of Taeyeon's asshole.

Taeyeon massages your hard cock out of her hole while your friend keeps giving her a rough missionary. "Let me taste your fucking cock," she tells him, kicking him out of her pussy and sliding down your body to blow his cock off. Jealousy starts to get into your head. For the first time in a long while, your cock isn't Taeyeon's preferred choice. She kisses your friend and praises his cock in front of you, to the point where it feels like she's doing it on purpose.

You only have Karina's mouth on your cock to please you; meanwhile, your friend is putting his filthy hands all over Taeyeon's wet pussy and helping her squirt again, much to her delight as she kisses him. Taeyeon screams as he makes her squirt, followed by a laugh and a kiss as she follows. Soon, she's riding his cock as well. "Rina, you're so hot sucking this dick," Taeyeon tells her as Karina keeps savoring your monster pole. 

For the first time in a while, Taeyeon gets closer to you as she kisses Karina to get a taste of your cock. You feel a little angry, but you don't want to be an asshole and ruin her party. Lucky for you, Taeyeon's next request to Karina ends up being a blessing to you.

"Rina, do me a favor," Taeyeon starts. "Go to my bag, get my phone, and film me taking both their cocks," she finishes. Karina starts to laugh at her unnie's outrageous request. Taeyeon really wanted that recording as her birthday souvenir. As Karina gets up to pick up the phone, you lick your chops, looking right into Taeyeon's eyes. As she rides your friend's cock in her pussy, her ass is wide open for you to top her. You know this is your chance to reassert your spot as her top man, and you're gonna take it and stuff her just like you did the first time you two met each other.

Taeyeon looks really excited while riding his dick. As Karina gets her unnie's phone and approaches you three, you insert your cock in Taeyeon's ass. You know it's going to be a tough task, but out of all the countless DPs Taeyeon has experienced, you'll make sure this is her best.

"Please put that fucking big dick in my ass; stretch me wide open," Taeyeon tells you. As Karina starts to film it, Taeyeon is already falling on her knees. You go slow, but make sure to fuck her ass balls deep from the start as your sack hits your friend's cock, stretching her pussy. Taeyeon loved how you hit her in the right spots from the beginning. Truth be told, while being an anchor man has its advantages, being the alpha dog of a DP will always be the preferred option.

"Fuck, you guys are stretching me so hard; fucking make me your tiny little fucking slut, getting those fucking big dicks inside my tiny fucking holes. Fucking me in front of my dongsaeng," Taeyeon says as Karina moves around you guys and starts filming both of your cocks pumping inside Taeyeon's stretched holes. Karina feels amazed: "I need to throw a birthday party just like unnie's," she thinks.

"Oh Gosh. Rina, are you filming this?" Taeyeon asks her, enjoying getting stuffed by both of your cocks to the fullest, especially at how you're mounting her like a raging bull. "Yes, unnie, it's so fucking hot," she tells Taeyeon. "I think I'm in paradise now; these cocks stretch me so weel, ahhhhh." Taeyeon continues. "Good girl, taking all that fucking dick deep in her holes," you tell her.

"AHHHHHHHH. OH. MY. GOD. THAT'S SO MUCH COCK!" Taeyeon screams as your bull pumps her intensely. Besides filming, Karina now reaches under her new lover's cock, caressing it as he stuffs it in Taeyeon's pussy. Taeyeon wraps her hands around your feet as you put all your strength into destroying her asshole, topping her like she's your personal bitch. "Fuck you guys make me feel so good," she says as you pick up the pace, leading the charge more and more as the dominant alpha while your friend lies idle with Karina jerking him off.

"Slut enjoying it a lot, aren't you, Taengoo?" you ask, using her nickname. "Fuck," is how she answers; you don't need to ask anything else. Karina keeps filming both cocks pumping her unnie's pair of fuckholes, fingering herself to the scene. "You guys are gonna make me explode with those two fucking big dicks," Taeyeon continues as her holes start to queef, your balls colliding with your friend's shaft as he pushes his cock up her cunt and you push yours deep in her ass.

Taeyeon is just a stuffed moaning whore now, as the two cocks work her cunt and anus in perfect sync, hitting deep inside her at the same time. You take Taeyeon by surprise, fucking her ass now at full speed as revenge for her making you feel jealous a while ago, showing her who the boss is. "Give it to her," your friend tells you as Taeyeon starts to call for God more than she ever did—in fact, every time you hit deep in her asshole.

Your friend gets some extra motivation from Taeyeon's screams, pushing up her pussy as well. Now that's all that's left for her, screaming at each pump of both cocks deep inside her fuckholes until she cums. Taeyeon pleads to God more than 100 times, but her prayers go unanswered. The only thing she gets is your raging boner stuffing her even harder, making you groan as you get close to cum. Karina registers everything while wishing to get fucked like that. "Rina, you like watching your unnie get treated like a dirty little slut?" Taeyeon asks her.

"Of course," Karina answers as she zooms her phone close to the action. Taeyeon's holes barely appear now, fully stuffed with cock. "AH. AH. AH. AH. AH." Taeyeon rapdily screams as both cocks don't stop stretching her out, yours leading the charge. "OH, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, HOLY SHIT," she continues, her body now completely sweaty while her eyes haven't seen any light for many minutes.

You slow down and enjoy Taeyeon's begging. The independent woman turned into a screaming slut for cock. "Rina, are you filming?" is all she can ask. "Yeah," Karina responds. "I've got a great angle; I think you're gonna enjoy it," she says as Taeyeon lets out yet another moan and creams all over those cocks, while your friend kisses her neck and licks her sweat. "You boys destroy my holes so fucking good," Taeyeon says, her face turning red.

"I want both of you guys to cum on my face and blow those fucking birthday candles all over it," she says. "Is that what you want?" you ask her. "Yes, please," she answers. 

You guys pull out of Taeyeon, jerking your big cocks while she gets on her knees; her little body does not even get past your legs. "Yes, I want it," Taeyeon unleashes her rarely seen aegyo. "Rina I want you to film it," Taeyeon says as she puts her hands on both men's legs. Karina has a great view from the phone's lens, and with Taeyeon's little body surrounded by both cocks from such big guys, she can only record them from their torso down. Taeyeon's skin and especially her bush glow under the camera's lens as well.

"And then I want you to cum kiss me after," Taeyeon says, to which Karina reacts with her biggest smile of the day, which Taeyeon follows with one of her own, never losing sight of the two big cocks jerking off for her. "Are you guys ready to cum on my face and have my hot friend cum swap with me?" Taeyeon asks. Both of you start singing happy birthday to her as you guys get closer.

"I want every last drop," Taeyeon says just as you guys finish singing. As soon as she says those words, your friend is the first to cover her face, with Taeyeon scooping the cum that doesn't hit it with her bare hands. "Yes, perfect," she says. "Ah, fuck," your friend groans as she drains his balls to the fullest.

You're the next in line. Taeyeon's left cheek is already fully covered in semen as your friend slaps his cock in her face. "Thank you for such a good gift," she praises him and even rubs his tip on her eye, bringing back that feeling of jealousy in you. "Rina is gonna love this," she says, already aware of her friend's burning desire for your friend's cock.

"Ready to cum now?" Taeyeon sexily asks you. The load you drop on her is so sudden that she opens her mouth gleefully in happiness, watching as it reaches all the way down her chest, scooping what drops down and rubbing on it too. The next load hit her right cheek, as her face is now fully covered in cum, and you're also completely drained.

"You guys were so fucking good to me today; thank you for the best party ever," Taeyeon says, grabbing your friends already deflating cock while sucking your while still hard and then taking turns at giving both tips a few kisses.

"Take the camera and let Rina come here," Taeyeon tells you. Karina is extremely happy as she licks her unnie's cum-covered face, tasting it like the cream on top of a birthday cake. Taeyeon drops the cum in her mouth into Karina's, licking what spills into her face. "That's so hot, I love it," she says, looking at you. "Next time, it's going to be your face all covered in cum," Taeyeon tells Karina, who laughs, hoping that comes soon enough.

As you film the girls kissing each other, one final idea comes to Taeyeon's mind. "I can't go home all sweaty and full of cum; can you guys clean me before we leave?" she asks. "Sure, let's take a shower," you two say. "Yes, but not the kind of shower you guys are thinking," Taeyeon says.

"What kind?" They ask. "I want those cocks peeing all over me. I know you guys have a lot in the tank; after all, it's how you clean those pipes after so much cum, isn't it?" she says.

"Holy shit," you exclaim, never thinking that Taeyeon would ask for a golden shower. She never had before over all those years, but it's her birthday, and she wanted something a little more outside the box. "Stay there and film all of it, Rina," she says. "I want your friend to clean my body with his piss while you clear my throat as I get ready for tomorrow," she orders.

You guys oblige, as your friend makes sure to piss all over her body, giving her torso, boobs, face, and even her bush some cleaning. Meanwhile, your hot piss goes all into Taeyeon's throat. Not gonna lie, you love turning the throat that has sung some of Korea's biggest hits into your personal urinal.

"Amazing," Taeyeon says as you two run out of piss. She gargles yours in her mouth and then drinks it. "Thanks for such a great birthday party. You and your buddy, Karina, all did amazing today. I hope we'll have many more meetings in the future." Taeyeon gives a brief speech as she goes towards Karina and your friend first. "I think you guys should spend the night together, as long as you didn't schedule anything with your boyfriend, right, Rina?" she asks.

"No, unnie, I don't have anything tonight," Karina says. "Then fine, just watch for the paparazzi. They are always lurking. I can take you guys to my apartment if you want," she says. "Sure, unnie," Karina tells her as they get a hot, spicy shower together and minutes later leave the building.

Now it's just you and Taeyeon in the warehouse, both still naked. "You blew me away today. I loved how you felt so jealous when I gave your friend lots of attention. You really don't want to lose your favorite noona, don't you?" she asked. "Never," you said. "Then let's go to your house and enjoy a romantic night," she continued.

As you two have some post-sex fun in the warehouse's shower and get ready to leave it, Taeyeon gets in her car and heads towards your house for dinner. It was always her policy to leave in separate cars from her partner since the day she got caught dating in one. But before she did so, she said those final words:

"I can't wait to know what you're going to prepare for my 40th birthday." Yes, she was already thinking of it that far ahead.

Today, I'm starting a new series called Legends. This series is about some of the most iconic female idols and will feature longer stories with a lot of sex, that, depending on the idol, can be very passionate or very extreme. To feature on this series, the idol must be at least 30 years old and have some iconic moments that are entrenched into k-pop's lore. The stories will all take place around their birthdays, with each idol getting a special kind of celebration.

For this year, I'll take on idols born in 1989 and 1994 (so those who turn either 35 or 30 years old this year). Taeyeon, who turned 35 four days ago, was my choice to start it, featuring her in a DP foursome alongside Karina (who could very likely be herself a future legend) with a very nasty ending. Besides Taeyeon, there are other 3 idols I have in mind for this series in 2024: Suzy, Krystal (who turn 30) and Taeyeon's groupmate Yuri (who also turns 35).

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Part. 2 of -> original post

Bouncer!Werebear who’s not fazed at all when you admit that you live quite far away from there; the club he works for is one of the best in the city after all, it's no surprise that you're willing to get on the road every weekend just to go there. Because the club is surely the reason you're so bent on going through that much trouble. Surely. He’s not even fazed by the fact that he has to take such a long detour to get home himself and he lies to you, saying that your house is on his route anyway, just to not make you feel bad about it.

Bouncer!Werebear who guides you to his monster-friendly black suv, opening the door for you and whispering a "let me help you" before he gently but firmly grabs you by the waist and eases you on the elevated seat. The car is sooo much more spacious than a normal one, the reason being: he is sooo much bigger than a normal person like you.

Bouncer!Werebear who doesn't say much during the ride although he can't help but to throw subtle glances at you the whole time, appreciating the way you sit there in the abnormally huge seat, your legs crossed, his jacket dwarfing you, your flushed face turned towards the window. He doesn't know what to say, what to talk about, he’s not even sure if you actually want to chat to him… It feels so surreal to have you there. He wished to have a moment alone with you so many times and now that he actually finds himself alone with you he doesn’t know what to do. And when he realizes he doesn't even know your name, nor has he told you his, he looks at you ready to introduce himself only to notice that... you've fallen asleep. 

Bouncer!Werebear who feels his heart flutter in his chest at the sight of you, snoring quietly, snuggled up in his jacket. You felt so comfortable in his presence that you gave in to your exhaustion and fell asleep? That thought amazes him... but also fills him with a sense of protectiveness for you. You shouldn't be so naive, you shouldn't give your trust so easily to strangers. There are bad people out there that could take advantage of you… Not him though. He means you no harm. On the contrary, he strangely cares a lot for you despite barely knowing you. His heart doesn't stir lightly... but when it does, he can't ignore it. And his heart has stirred for you since the first moment he laid his eyes on you. 

Bouncer!Werebear who doesn't have it in him to wake you up once he makes it to your address so he reluctantly decides to rummage in your purse to find your keys. He hopes you will forgive him for being so nosy but you really looked so cozy and serene, he couldn’t interrupt your peaceful slumber - nor he wanted to.

Bouncer!Werebear who picks you up in his strong arms and carefully carries you inside your house, finding your bedroom and lowering you gently on the mattress. He looks at you for a moment, the thought of taking that dress off of you crosses his mind but he quickly shakes it off. Instead, he goes for your heels, trying not to linger his touch on your smooth skin. Then pulls the sheets up and tucks you in. 

Bouncer!Werebear who's fretting to leave before any more bad thoughts can cloud his mind, but who stops in his tracks, his whole body instantly tensing up, when he feels your gentle touch on his arm. 

Bouncer!Werebear who gapes at you in both awe and intrigue, as you tug at his fur, beckoning him closer, asking him to lie down with you without even saying a word or opening your eyes. He has to gulp and take a deep breath to steady his animalistic instincts. Are you even conscious? Do you even know what you're doing? What you're asking of him? 

Bouncer!Werebear who can't fight against your inviting touch despite his best judgment and carefully lowers himself next to you, grimacing at the way your fragile human bed creaks under his weight. He tries to move as little as possible, fearing he might crush your furniture… but mostly, wake you up and break this surreal moment. 

Bouncer!Werebear who can't stop the purr that rumbles out of his chest the moment you snuggle up with him, your smaller and soft body curling into his huge furry chest with such naturalness that leaves him breathless for a moment. His arms wrap around you with just as much ease, as if you were made for each other, engulfing you in a soft and warm embrace that leaves you humming in contentment; a sound that he wishes he could imprint in his damned eardrums. 

Bouncer!Werebear who lets his gaze roam over your beautiful features which look even more angelic touched by the soft lights of the morning filtering through the curtain, and he feels his own eyes start to droop and close as he dozes off with your sweet scent filling his nostrils and lulling him to sleep.

[there will be one more part]

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A LA MEME. MDZS, Really nice guy who hates only you, hate at first sight?

It was totally inappropriate for a corpse to be popular.

But there it was: the Ghost General was more well-liked every day. He seemed to spend all his time wandering around rescuing maidens from monsters and lifting wagons off of old men. In a few years he'd be a hero of the people.

Even the cultivation world didn't expect harm from him anymore. Most of Jin Ling's peers addressed the corpse as qianbei; Jin Ling didn't, but he seemed to get on with him well enough.

Jiang Cheng hadn't actually said out loud, when he saw Wen Qionglin parting ways with Sect Leader Jin with an exchange of polite salutes, he killed your father, but he'd looked it. Jin Ling, fluent in Jiang Cheng's expressions, sighed.

"It was an accident," he said. "And he's apologized. And, you know, uncle, he was held prisoner by Jin Sect almost my entire life, you can't say he hasn't paid for it. And..."

And they had killed his whole family. And his older sister.

Jiang Cheng looked away. "Huh."

When Jiang Cheng had made his first, clumsy attempt at mending a little of the gruesome breach between himself and Wei Wuxian, the Ghost General had been there, glaring daggers at him from behind the Yiling Laozu.

It had been more disconcerting than it should have been, and Jiang Cheng had stumbled, interrupted himself, and fallen silent enough times that eventually Wei Wuxian had taken pity on him, reached out, patted him on the arm one time, said, "Good talk, Jiang Cheng," and extricated them both from the situation.

Freed from the burden of conversation, he'd returned Wen Qionglin's glare, and lost. Corpses didn't need to blink.

He didn't want the bastard to like him. Which was just as well since it was out of the question. Jiang Cheng had never for a second in his life liked Wen Qionglin; from the first time he'd laid eyes on him when they were youths he'd interpreted him as a pathetic, burdensome coward, and despised him for it.

Owing the man his life had made it worse--he hadn't even wanted to be saved, and it was Wei Wuxian's stupid horrible charm and habit of interfering where he wasn't wanted that had done it, and like hell had he owed anything, when that person's family had murdered his. (I owe him nothing, he'd told himself once, because Wen Qionglin had been the reason he lost Wei Wuxian.)

Another time, he found himself in both their company and drew apart, letting the Yiling Patriarch and the Ghost General play at being mentors to the youth. Neither of you lived to see twenty-five, he wanted to shout. What do you think you have to teach them?

Even Jin Ling...it made him furious. Furious to glance over and see a corpse's stiff face conveying softness.

Furious to look past the crowd and see Lan Wangji's eyes falling on Wen Qionglin with an unmistakable resentment. And to know that it wasn't the stiff propriety of the Lan Wangji of their youths, objecting to the heresy of that fierce corpse's existence; that it was the look of a petty, jealous man resenting the way Wei Wuxian knocked his shoulder together with the Ghost General's and laughed.

"Where do you get off hating Wen Ning?" he asked the next time he found himself alone with Lan Wangji. It was a stupid thing to ask, but if he let himself think about how they were threshing through the underbrush looking for Wei Wuxian, about the last time they had looked for Wei Wuxian together...

Lan Wangji ignored him.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Okay. So maybe you don't hate him. But he likes you! He's so deferential it makes me want to puke."

Lan Wangji favored him with the merest hint of a sneer, just enough to show he was listening to Jiang Cheng talk.

"You're disgusting," said Jiang Cheng. "Do you really think he shouldn't have anyone but you in his life? That he's your property?"

Lan Wangji's stride broke. It was a triumph, in a way--Jiang Cheng had never thrown him so badly in all the years they'd known each other.

"Each man judges others by his own heart," said Lan Wangji, thick with contempt, and then he was walking ahead with pointed rapidity, determined to separate from Jiang Cheng, until staying together would have meant chasing after him, and Jiang Cheng turned and went the other way, muttering blackly.

In the end, fittingly, neither of them caught up in time to be of use. Wen Ning, with his homing sense for Wei Wuxian, had shown up out of who the fuck knew where and bailed him out.

Jiang Cheng stumbled upon the haunted spring just in time to see a sodden, bedraggled Wei Wuxian launch himself away from his pet Wen's supportive arm and fling himself against the upright form of Hanguang-jun, which bent around him with a reverent murmur.

Jiang Cheng was already turning away in disgust to head back home, hating that he'd let himself be dragged into this, when he heard Lan Wangji say with careful, solemn deliberation: "Thank you, Wen Qionglin. For taking care of him."

Jiang Cheng glanced back against his will to see the Ghost General saluting deeply, wide-eyed, infinitely humble, his murmur that it was nothing special, Hanguang-jun, nearly drowned out by Wei Wuxian's delighted shouting about how good his Lan Zhan was and how much Wen Ning deserved to be appreciated.

Jiang Cheng walked away.

Wen Qionglin wasn't rude to him. Not in any way you could point at. And he knew full well he'd be making an ass of himself if he tried to pick a verbal fight.

After all, they had killed Wen Qionglin's older sister.

The whole cultivation world had done it, but only Jiang Cheng had done it after Wen Qionglin saved his life. He'd told himself he owed no debt for that, and perhaps he hadn't, but the fact remained: of the two of them, one had been brave and virtuous and earned the loyalty of Wei Wuxian.

And one of them had been pathetic, a coward, a burden.

Jiang Cheng could never look at the man without seeing the look in his dead eyes across the length of Suibian.

Jiang Cheng had never been good at lying to himself, especially if the lie was meant to be comforting. He always tried it anyway. Comforting lies used to sound so true, in Wei Wuxian's mouth; he should never have gotten into the habit of relying on that. To letting that person think Jiang Cheng was someone who needed to be swaddled in falsehoods to give him the strength to bear up under his own duties.

Wen Qionglin was a kind, gentle, courageous dead body, shy and courteous and increasingly appreciated for his virtues, in this strange new world created in the wake of Jin Guanyao's disgrace. And whenever his eyes fell on Jiang Cheng they were cold, hard, flat, contemptuous.

Every time he looked at him Jiang Cheng could nearly hear him thinking, like a cold wind against the back of his neck: I should have left you in that heap of corpses with the rest of your family.

What are you worth, Jiang Wanyin, that so many should be spent in saving you? That Wei Wuxian would drag us all into the shadow of death to make you whole, only for you to turn your face aside when it was me lying there, and let him die for us without lifting a finger?

Selfish, whining coward. If only I had left you there to die.

If only, Jiang Cheng imagined spitting back, anger hot and bracing in his throat. If only! I never asked for any of it! How dare you expect me to repay you!

But Wen Qionglin never spoke any of the words out loud. He only looked, cold dead flat black eyes. A frozen river. Sometimes Jiang Cheng thought that if he lashed out hard enough he would break a hole in the ice, and be devoured whole.

[alespov]

The captain, the officer and a Offer. 18+

Synopsis: { preach til morning light pt2 } after the attack yesterday, you were left dazed and confused, luckily captain Wesker is here to make it better.

Tw: preacher Wesker! No mention of religion in this chapter. Dark fic, age gap! Smut to come in later chapter, perhaps in the next chapter. Pet names used like “bunny”

A/N : here’s chapter two! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is highly appreciated, and requests are open! Asks have been weird lately, so if you send me something lmk! Please don’t let this flop!

Part one

The wailing sirens in close proximity brought a wave of comfort washing over you. In the distance, the man who had rescued you engaged in a hushed yet heated conversation over the phone. Though his whispers were fervent, the furious wind rendered the exchange indecipherable, leaving you to wonder about the true nature of his call.

Police cars and ambulances rushed to the scene and the man suddenly ended his call. One of the officers were making his way to you.

“I’m officer Redfield, I’d like to ask you some questions.” You stared blankly at the man, wondering what questions he would be asking. You were too numb to answer anything, for gods sake you were almost eaten by a monster.

“I know it’s tough right now, but please try to answer honestly and to the best of your ability.” He paused and looked behind him to see the man talking to another female officer.

Then turned back to you, “what attacked you tonight?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

“I.. I’m no-“ you couldn’t couldn’t get your mind and mouth wired together and you softly began to cry. The officer tried to calm, while trying to get you to focus on the question.

“Redfield enough.” You looked up and the man who was standing right behind officer Redfield, with one of the safety blankets.

“Can’t you see, she’s had a rough night. I’ll ask her questions tomorrow.” He placed the blanket around your shoulder and shooed the officer away. But not before the officer protested.

“But captain, she’s the only who seen the monsters, that tore up the people in arklay.” You thought about what he said and the thoughts became evident on your face. The tears fell quicker and you leaned into the man for comfort.

“Chris that’s enough!” He stated sternly. “Go wait in the cruiser.”

“Bunny, it’s okay, you can answer questions when you feel better. For the time being let’s get you over to the ambulance.”

The sole source of discomfort on your body was your throbbing ankle. You acknowledged the pain with a nod, attempting to rise to your feet, yet faltering as the agony in your ankle overwhelmed you. Observing your struggle, he swiftly scooped you up in a bridal carry and whisked you towards the ambulance. Your head found solace on his shoulder, while your arms clung to him securely. As you glanced over his shoulder, you noticed onlookers capturing snapshots of the two of you in this intimate moment.

It seemed as though he couldn't be bothered, for he paid no heed to them. Eventually, you both reached the ambulance, where he tenderly settled you onto the stretcher. The paramedics came to your aid and started accessing your ankle and asking questions about it.

You guess the man was captain of the police force, simply because all of the officers were coming to him for directions.

The brain fog finally wore off and you could finally think clearly. Honestly you weren’t sure what attacked you, all you knew is that you were thankfully that the captain was there at the perfect time.

The captain walked back up to you, and introduced himself. “I’m captain Wesker, I apologize I should have introduced myself sooner.”

You told him your name and he informed you that he would be taking you home, once the ambulance cleared you. The finished wrapping your ankle and once the cast was secured, you were ready to leave.

He walked you to his car, and opened to door for you. He got into the driver side and started the car.

“What’s your address?” He asked after awhile of driving.

“266 Hallow lane, raccoon city rd .” You replied while gazing out the window.

As your gaze fell upon him, you couldn't help but admire his striking features. His golden locks flawlessly arranged, porcelain-like skin, and an impressive muscular build, while still retaining a slender figure. The only aspect that seemed out of place was the pair of dark sunglasses he donned. Their presence baffled you, especially considering the foggy ambiance and the late hour.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s with the sunglasses.” He hummed in response.

“Such a curious bunny aren’t you.” He cooed at you. “I just like them, that’s why. No particular reason.”

“Hmm interesting.” You giggled a bit and the rest of the drive was silent.

He steered onto the correct path and smoothly navigated onto the street. Deliberately unlocking only the driver's side, he strolled over to your door with a sense of care. Gently opening it, he offered his assistance as you carefully emerged, still hindered by a slight limp. The paramedics had insisted before your departure that a visit to the doctor was necessary to examine your ankle further in the morning.

You made it to your door and unlocked it so, you wouldn’t wake your mom. Before he left left, he invited you a gathering.

“Sunday morning, preacher issacs wants me to lead a service, mind joining me.” Although you weren’t religious, you just might accept. Just to see him more.

“Hmm didn’t take you for the religious type.” You stated and you saw a small smirk play across his face.

“That you’re right about, but he’s an old friend and I don’t mind helping him out.” With that he bid you a farewell and made his leave. You made your way to your bed and collapsed letting the sleep take you over.

Thanks for reading loves, I really hope you enjoy this! 💕

[miami-lolz]

I saw this awesome question sheet by @bisexualricks and wanted to throw my hat into the ring!



1. top 5 episodes and why!

The Vat of Acid Episode - It was both a solid character introspection for both Rick & Morty, and also had some really funny moments. Morty flipping Rick off after he had to kiss the vat of acid absolutely sent me

Rest and Ricklaxation - There’s was a lot of funny bits in the episode and is generally pretty good. Also Jessica saying Rick would call her drunk asking about Morty or something is hilarious to me

Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation - It was a huge turning point for lore but also Rick saying “perfectly fucking vertical.” In an incredulous tone absolutely kills me. Also solid light saber fight

The Rickchurian Mortydate - this entire episode was great from beginning to end. “oh I’ve got pubes, commander-in-queef, y-you wanna count them?” And Ricks rant on the Oval Office was hilarious.

Rickmurai Jack - I absolutely love Evil Morty’s character and the last half of the episode was especially fantastic. The music, EM’s rant “That’s what makes me evil, being sick of him.” Also I absolutely believe EM’s offer to let Morty Prime come with was a genuine offer. The whole “it was a toilet” was just EM trying to save face like he wasn’t kinda hurt.

2. least favorite episode(s) and why!

Claw and Hoarder: Special Ricktim's Morty - The subtext on this episode was mortifying and was just kinda weird and all over the place.

Final DeSmithation - There was a good couple funny bits throughout but again, any funny moments is ruined because we can’t go one season without weird incest plots.

Rickdependence Spray - I feel like this is self explanatory. Jfc Justin what we’re you thinking?

3. Moments that make you insane

“I don’t know this guy, you’re a my grandpa, Rick!” OH MY GODDD

The fact that Morty cares for a family he knows isn’t even technically his.

Mortys voice and expression when he yelled “Your not even in the hole, are you?!” In Fear No Mort because the amount of desperation in his tone nearly killed me

Rick lying to Morty about the Purge candy so he doesn’t realize what he has done. Like Rick absolutely could have told Morty the truth but decided not to.

4. your favorite lines

“oh I’ve got pubes, commander-in-queef, y-you wanna count them?”

“A Vat of Fake Acid, are you dying from dementia??”

“We could be clones, we could holograms, we could be clones controlled by holograms controlled by special remote control headsets the real Rick and Morty are wearing while they’re fucking your mother!”

“Betrayal! Betrayal on all sides!”

“You have a death crystal in your pocket??”

“No, yes, maybe!”

“You little monster, I thought you were masterbating!”

“And you took that in stride??”

“You rather I address it??”

5. Rick head-canons

⁃ Stopped doing any heavy partying after around season 1, not wanted to expose Morty to that, though he’d never admit that out loud

⁃ Is Bilingual, specifically he speaks Spanish. I’m pretty sure he’s canonically Hispanic as well.

⁃ He’s pansexual. He also hasn’t been in a serious relationship in decades. He avoids them after Diane. He did want something serious with BP tho

⁃ When he’s wasted, like emotionally upset and absolutely shit faced he will lock himself in the garage and avoid going near the Smith family

⁃ Sometimes Morty does things that reminds Rick of Prime and it drives him crazy. He will go out of his way to chastise Morty to try to get him to stop the things he can control

⁃ Rick doesn’t heal his battle scars as it’s a way to separate himself from other Ricks in the finite curve

⁃ Rick purposely let the original Prime universe get mutated and made it worse as a last middle finger to Rick Prime. He later felt kinda bad about it, just because he knows what he did is some petty shit Prime would have done.

6. Morty head-canons

⁃ Morty Prime has a lot more physical similars to Rick Prime then he does to Jerry. Most Mortys have brown but Morty Prime has blue eyes, similar to his Rick. His hair more disheveled and a bit more spiked.

- Refuses to drink alcohol most of the time because he’s seen what it’s done to people. However he will do recreational drugs & smoke cigarettes. Often on the roof on his house.

⁃ Morty has a jagged scar around the end of his hand where he had to use the train to cut his hand off. As well as a bit missing from his left ear from a stray gun shot, his nose is crooked from getting broken a lot and he’s missing a tooth.

⁃ He carry’s a blaster in his waistband and one under his pillow just in case. He is in general kinda paranoid

⁃ If Morty has a serious nightmare and/or can’t fall asleep he will sneak into his moms or Ricks alcohol stash and drink until he passes out because it’s the only way to get him to fall back asleep.

⁃ Sometimes Morty will stare at himself in the mirror and try to see if he has any similarities to Rick Prime and will try to change anything he finds. If another Morty refers to him as “Prime” he will bust their head open. Or cry.

⁃ Morty is aware Rick sees him as Rick Prime grandson, and is convinced one day Rick will finish what he started and kill him to. He’d never admit that to Rick

7. Family Head-Canons

Summer

- Is a lot more observant then she gets credit for.

- One of the reasons she started going on adventures with Rick is because she wanted to look out for her brother.

- She nearly cried when Rick told her she reminds him of Diane.

⁃ I could see her as Bi, as she’s flirted with Ethan and the girl from S7.

- She was planning on moving out as soon as she was 18, but lately has been thinking other wise. Her relationship with her family is a lot better then before.

Beth/ Space Beth

⁃ Trash TV is her guilty pleasure, like she says she watches it ironically but no she doesn’t

⁃ Not that great at cooking to be honest, never really got taught how to and can’t be bothered anymore

- is honestly proud of Summer for not ending up like her when Beth was her age

Jerry

⁃ is actually really solid at cooking, and would be a good house husband if he wasn’t kinda lazy.

⁃ Family is genuinely important to him and he honestly would sacrifice everything for them. Rick knows this and can respect Jerry for that

⁃ he’d never say it out loud but sometimes Morty scares him. He’s seemingly the only one to notice how aggressive he’s gotten lately and was mortified when Morty told him about the Tina-Teers thing.

8.Prime head-canons

⁃ He doesn’t regret what he did with Diane, but he did regret letting it get to that point

⁃ He honestly didn’t want to kill his own Morty, and was conflicted seeing him with C-137.

⁃ He was far from thrilled seeing what had become of his planet. He wasn’t necessarily attached to it or anyone in it, however he didn’t want it to end up as a wasteland.

- He’s been keeping tabs with Rick and Morty as was a little surprised with how Rick C-137 hasn’t killed Morty Prime or even really tried to.

- Wasn’t expecting Morty to take after him as much as he has.

9. Evil Morty head-canons

- Was actually bothered when Morty Prime didn’t accept his offer and just lied about it being a toilet seat to save face because he was kinda salty about it

- he’s definitely a clone, not sure what universe he’s based off of and doesn’t care anymore

- EM is lonely as hell and watch’s rom coms to pass the time. He’s not use to getting to live normally and isn’t sure what to do with all that free time

- he chose to use an eye patch because he knows Ricks are scared of pirates

- after the S1 finale, EM started keeping tabs on Rick C-137 and Morty Prime. It was also how he learned about the Prime universe

10. favorite rick and morty pair that ISNT c-137 and prime

Not technically a Rick & Morty pair but the Mortys from the citadel, Left-Handed Morty, Slick Morty, Glasses Morty, and Lizard Morty. The way Slick threw himself into the garbage shoot in a desperate attempt for other Mortys to be better off lives in my head rent free I wish they were still alive.

11. songs that you think relate to them

“This is love” by Air Traffic Controller. This song is such a good way to express Mortys codependency to Rick (not shipping btw you nastys)

[sephirthoughts]

have a little blurb of something i'm working on to go with these screenshots

CW: reference to parental trans/homophobia

Identity

(working title)

“Hey, do you remember that time my dad came home early and caught us with our shirts off?” 

“Yeah,” he said, with the very slight upward inclination of the lips, that counted as a beaming smile for him. “He was furious. He made us sit and read scriptures about the sin of lust, till my mom came to pick me up.”

That was how they did this dance. She’d ask ‘do you remember’ and he’d smile and say yes. Offer a few details back, that proved he did, indeed, remember. Because it was easier than telling her that he remembered those things like a story someone told him, not like actual events that happened to him. That half the time he didn’t actually remember, at all. That he couldn’t even remember his mother’s face.

Tifa laughed, her pretty sparkling laugh, that felt like the warmth of a hearth on his skin. “I bet he’d have been even madder if he’d known what we were actually doing.” 

“Probably,” Cloud’s faint smile faded. 

From what his memory indexes said, Brian’s attitude toward Tifa’s identity had been…backward, to grossly understate it. It had escalated to using slurs, once, when she got her job as the town guide, and started wearing the cowgirl outfit, but never past that. Brian was backward and ignorant, but not really violent. Which was lucky for him. His teenaged daughter probably could’ve kicked his ass, even back then.

“It…must be complicated, thinking about him, now,” he ventured.

She nodded. “That’s a good way to put it. I like to think one day we would’ve patched things up, but…I guess we’ll never know. He never got a chance to be sorry, and I never got a chance to forgive him. Not like your mom, who was totally supportive from the beginning.”

“I think it’s harder for fathers to let go of their sons, than it is for mothers to let go of their daughters.”

“That’s charitable of you to say, but we both know your mom was the only one in that town who even tried to understand, let alone help. She was the one I’d run and cry to, after me and my dad had a fight. She even sewed us matching outfits, so it’d be less obvious when we traded clothes.”

“She was…really wonderful, wasn’t she?” 

It was more of a literal question than a rhetorical one, which made his stomach ache with something hollow and cold, that wasn’t exactly grief. How could he grieve for people he didn’t know? He was just…empty.

“She really was,” Tifa said wistfully. A beat or two passed in silence, then she seemed to come back to herself. “Hey, don’t you have work tonight? You better get going. You’ve got a reputation to build, Mr. Merc!”

“Ah—you’re right. I’ll see you later, ok?”

“I’ll be here,” she said, smiling and waving cheerfully as he hurried out of the bar.

He cleared out the nest of monsters in a half hour, then had nothing to do but poke around the scrapyard. Maybe he’d strike gold and find enough of an old bike to do something with.

He was peering curiously into the deep shadows, behind a suspiciously new and well-oiled iron gate, when heard the intentional scrape of a boot behind him. He froze, hand readied to grab his weapon. 

“Cloud.”

The intruder addressed him by name, so it must be someone from the town. But something about that smooth, serpentine voice made him shiver, like there had been a sudden blast of cold air on the back of his neck. 

He wheeled slowly around, to see an extremely tall and hyperbolically fit man, with a long, black, leather trench coat, that he wore open, with a harness strapped across his bare chest. He was standing backlit by a security light, which made his waist-length silver hair look like it was actually glowing.

Cloud’s eyes dropped to his thigh-high boots and black leather breeches, then back up to the man’s eerily beautiful face. His golden brows lowered fiercely.

“Who the hell are you?”

[celestiall0tus]

Akumatizations in Bloody Bug

I do what to address this since this is a little muddy in canon. And, since I will be adding that sprinkle of trauma into this work, I need to make this clear.

The process will function very much like canon where it takes negative emotions and consent from the victim for the akumatization to happen. However, just because you aren't always happy means you'll be akumatized. As we kinda saw in s5, there needs to be something that Hawkmoth/Monarch can use to properly wield the negative emotions. He cannot just use someone with negative emotions for what he wants, but manipulates them based on their desires as it's the best way to get them to agree. Think Ariel from the animated classic. Ursula went after Ariel during her most vulnerable. Even when Ariel was being tempted, she still refused, until the eels hit that sore spot. This is a lot like how Hawkmoth will be like Ursula, striking those who are most vulnerable, however...

The victim's consent is a big piece. Now, we kinda see where the victims are almost unable to refuse as Hawkmoth almost always wins. Obviously, we've seen some resist still, but that is a greater possibility here. Whereas before we see them fight, but fall, that won't be a thing. The victims must fully consent to the process, but can also choose to relinquish their powers or even straight up refuse, just as Nathaniel did in Evillustrator. Though Nathaniel is a rare case where persuasion could be used. Because...

The victims will be dark reflections of themselves. This aspect pulls more from the first AU that I wrote, Miraculous AU, in which the victims would be turned into monsters because of their darkest desires and are a reflection of the darkest parts of themselves. They won't be murderous in Bloody Bug like they are in Miraculous AU, but it will result in the wildly different personalities for some of them. And, just like in the show, the victims won't remember what happened while they were akumatized.

This brings me to the trauma and shit that some of the characters are going through. Obviously there is Alix and Adrien, who suffer greatly from losing their mothers where Adrien is told to "not feel" and Alix is a mess when it comes to her mother. These two will have their lows, but will never consent to being akumatized. This is because they are the heroes at the forefront and know to be on guard for the akumas.

It's for all this why Bloody Bug takes more of an approach very similar to Batman in the old animated series where he showed more sympathy to the villains because he recognized they are people who just had bad days and genuinely makes an attempt to help them. Bloody Bug faces a similar method to prevent them for being akumatized for the same reason. She can't regulate their emotions or force them to do anything, but she can at least attempt to set them straight and see the error of their choices. Both her and Chat Noir.

I want to make this also clear. I do this because I genuinely hate the message in later sessions of always stay positive and never let your negative emotions out. This is extremely detrimental to one's mental health as we need to let those emotions out. If we bottle, it can hurt us in many different ways. I understand the show is meant to be silly and nonsensical until it wants to be taken seriously, but I cannot ignore that simple fact.

We will only heal from trauma, negative emotions, and everything if we allow ourselves to feel. We may not always have the courage to confront it and resolve it, but we can't just bury it and always pretend like nothing is wrong. And that is the core of this rewrite. Healing. This is no romance. This is a drama, coming of age story with a heavy focus on the relationships we build, how they shape us, and moving on. And I wanted to make this clear before I moved forward with writing more of this (once my shoulder heals)

[phynewrites]

7 snippets, 7 people

Tagged by @at-thezenith

(Most of these are from short stories and a WIP (which I have yet to introduce, take this a teaser or something)  that I’m working on simultaneously LOL)

*

The earth beneath her feet felt soft and wet, as opposed to the hard and dry cement she woke up on. Then that earth was gone again. She shrieked when she took the next step. It was wobbly and unstable. She would have fallen into God knows where, had she not held onto the thick ropes that supported the wooden slab. 

She took deep breaths to calm herself and held on steadily to the rope. She looked back for the first time and saw the shadows standing still, watching her silently. The one resembling Connor was not there. 

So she pushed forward, not knowing what the other side held for her. Somehow, she felt a connection to it, the closer she got the surer she was. **

Thalia backed out from the window. “Zion! Ready your Archers!” she commanded, turning to the man she addressed as Zion. He nodded and went away from the tower hall. The troops affixed their arrows on their bows, when a thundering roar shook the ground again. “Stop!, I … mean no harm… yet.” 

The voice belonged to the creature, as the multiple appendages in its head lifted themselves from the cluster and opened their pincers to let out a chorus of shrill voices. “I… am here… talk.” it said, in a shrieking voice that tried to sound calm but only ended up being sinister. Thalia didn’t take her eyes off the creature. She was terrified and felt her knees shaking. “What do we do?” Gale whispered behind her. 

***

The ghost said, “Remember when I told you a while ago that I hated seeing you like this?” 

“You mean miserable?” Villain said, voice breaking down from the tears flowing in his eyes. Finally, he was able to look up at his father’s eyes and see that they were filled with compassion and longing. How long had he seen someone look at him the same way. So, so long. 

The ghost placed a cold, gentle hand on his hair and caressed it. “I mean alone, with no one to give to and nothing to take. Now, are you content with that?”

****

Now, she regrets being inside the circle. She thought of her exasperated breathing while running, which might have alerted Hero of her presence. Perhaps that was why they also slowed down and walked in this direction because they knew she was following them. Civilian wanted to slap herself for the realization. 

Her suspicions were confirmed when Hero glanced back at her, eyes full of both disappointment and amusement. Civilian felt a flush on her cheeks. None of them said a word, but Hero’s gaze was saying ‘I’m waiting for your explanation.” 

And so, she did give them one. Taking a deep breath, she said “Whether in the City or the forest, the monsters will keep coming for me. I think I’ll be safer with you around, so please-” 

*****

Remembering her actions, she frowned. It was a moment of impulsive action that resulted from confusion and anger. She pinched her nose bridge, and it was the first sensation she felt since she laid down to the shore, the first time she moved a muscle. All the effort of erasing her senses to meditate in the sea vanished. She could now feel the froth of the sea, the cold air blowing her hair, and the sound of a voice calling out. “Moi! Moi!”

 A little startled, she opened her eyes and saw the dark haired woman with the orange eyes. The one the children called “Luna.” She was shivering and wrapping a coat in her shoulders. This puzzled Moi. It wasn’t that cold, and she was the one laying on the shore in water, in nothing but shorts and a sheer blouse. 

Right, she’s a weather fairy with resistance to extreme temperatures. 

******

Maja sat cross legged, facing the training Archer. “I’ve spied around the other factions. They think we are the most formidable threat” -she cupped her hands in her mouth and giggled- “It’s a little laughable actually. Just because we left the fortress unscathed doesn’t mean we’re the biggest threat.” 

Ajaye sighed with a glint of annoyance. “Do you not think that their fear has bearing?” 

“Not really,” Maja said. “We’re a pretty powerful team! But I think that sorceress is still the most powerful. She can summon spirits and shadows to attack us, we would have no choice but to face those head on before getting to their master.” 

*******

Mary and the child merely stared. His appearance puzzled her the most, bearing signs of aging and youth at the same time. Strangely, there was a comforting presence around him that urged her to stay. 

This was a dream, right? 

The thought occurred, and she was not so sure if she really is still in a dream. It didn’t matter to her anyway. 

The child cocked his head to the side. Mary imitated him, and they both rocked their heads back to the side. While Mary wore a confused expression, the child did not show any. It opened its mouth. 

Mary swore that she did not hear a voice coming out of the child’s mouth, but something spoke loudly in her head. 

“Mortal.” 

Mary didn’t respond.

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Tagging @winterandwords @bingsoo-jung @moonandris @carrotblr @beverlyannemichel @dragonthusiast @morganwriteblr

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Delicious Monsters chapters 35 & 36

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Chapter 35

I would swap abilities with King in a heartbeat. It was better to walk through the world unseeing. I couldn’t stand it. The dead were everywhere. Here was an exception, and I suspected it was because of the house. Normally, it was crowded. Shivers made things unbearable for hours. I wanted the ignorance that everyone else had. Out of the two of us, he had the better deal, from where I was standing. 

Always greener, man. 

“She tried to tell me what was going on in the house, and I didn’t believe her. And I’m sorry.”

 I was so over tiptoeing around things. “About the ghosts? You didn’t believe her about the dead? Or the house talking to her and torturing people? Or…?”

 Aunt Dione’s face flashed back on the screen. “What are you talking about?” 

I blinked at her, tears falling down my face. “What are you talking about?” 

“I’m talking about what Peter did to her.”

I KNEW that Peter did something to her. 

About my uncle and whatever it was that he did to Mom.

Chapter 35 summary: Daisy endures a shitty conversation with granny in order to get Dione’s address. It’s an hour away, and King agrees to take her. On the ride over, King talks about what little that he was able to see about Daisy… including her future. 

He also tells her that he saw some things about her relationship with Noah. It’s… kind of shitty, honestly. He apparently started to choke her in the middle of sex, which she didn’t like. But she also never told him no. King pointedly tells her that she needs to speak up about that sort of stuff. That he literally saw her CRYING. Daisy doesn’t think that it’s that big of a deal, but… come on. She was CRYING. 

Before they get to the house, King kind of hints that the conversation with Dione isn’t going to go well. But he also hints that Daisy is going to get into a fight with Grace because of this. Which… joy. 

Anyway, so Daisy goes up and rings the video doorbell. Dione is like “My niece Daisy? Go away. Wait, you’re staying at the house?” “Yes. Tell me about the ghosts, and all of the murders!” “Um… I was talking about what Peter did to Grace. Actually, never mind. Go away!”

Back in King’s car, Daisy asks if King knows what Peter did to Grace. He agrees that he does, but refuses to tell Daisy on the grounds that it’s personal as hell, and feels wrong to tell. Even if talking about it would probably help Daisy to understand Grace and the current shitty situation. But whatever. Keep your secrets. 

Chapter 36

“I was dating a boy in Toronto,” I mumbled. “Before we left. He broke up with me.” 

Mom turned to me, and her mouth fell into a slight frown. “Did I know him? A boy from school?” 

“No. To both.” 

She pulled in a deep breath and let it out. “You know, I always thought I would be a cool mom. The sort where you would just tell me that kind of stuff while it was happening, and we would gossip over it.” She gazed back at the TV. “But I guess it’s always going to be an awkward thing you don’t want to talk about with your parents.”

It’s not so much that there aren’t people out there who don’t tell this sort of thing to their parents. 

But it’s more like… If you want to be the kind of mother that your kid tells this kind of stuff to, you first have to be a safe place.

I hope I don’t have to explain to people that “constantly lying to and gaslighting, and then physically pinning your child down so that you can put maggots into their ears” isn’t a safe place. 

“I was ten and had sprouted these mosquito boobs that, of course, meant Mom got the signal to start criticizing my body.”

[...]

Once, Grandma told me I was so skinny that I looked like a full-on rectangle. It wasn’t funny or even particularly cruel. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time I passed a mirror, I stared and wondered if anyone else noticed. But Mom always got the brunt of it. She was beautiful by anyone’s standards, but Grandma could always find a way to call her ugly.

I’m seriously starting to understand where Grace got it into her head that the only way to raise a child was to emotionally beat them down until they were nothing but a shell. 

I’m not saying that it excuses literally anything. Do better than to continue the cycle of abuse. 

Mom let it crash to the ground. “[My mom/your grandma] didn’t believe me [that I was being molested].”

The woman who found it fitting to criticise the body of a nine year old didn’t believe the 14 year old when she said that she was being molested? 

Honestly, she probably saw all of the signs, and decided that it wasn’t her problem. Because that’s exactly what she comes off as. 

Mom licked her lips. “Did he seem like he was in pain?” 

“Yes,” I breathed. 

She smiled. “Good.”

Chapter 36 summary: After King dropped Daisy off, she walks to the main house and can’t stop thinking about Noah. And despite her obsession over him, she admits that being stuck on the same thought over and over isn’t exactly like her. 

She sees Ivy standing by the main house, but basically tells her to fuck off. She drops the groceries off and runs back to the guest house. 

There, she cuddles up with Grace under a blanket and confesses about Noah… and what he did to her. That she didn’t feel safe saying “no” when he choked her in bed. 

Grace then begins to tell her story. That her home life wasn’t great thanks to her emotionally abusive mother. She was happy to spend her summer away from all of that. Peter and Dione were ready to take their mother to court to get custody of Grace because of it. Peter was like a father to her. The last night before she left at the end of the summer, Peter came in and told her something about his piano lessons. But to keep it a secret, because it would only upset Dione. (We don’t know what this secret is.) Never having had a father, Grace thought that it was normal father/daughter stuff, and didn’t think anything of it.

When she came back the next summer, these secrets started up again. But then this was followed up by increasingly physical touches. A hug one night, a kiss on the cheek, a kiss on the lips, then clothes started to come off… It’s as I had predicted: this man had been molesting her for years. 

When Grace turned 14, she begged her mom not go to to Peter’s that summer. Her mum said no. And went so far as to say that she didn’t believe Grace when Grace confessed about the molestation. As you might imagine, being so open with somebody but having them say that you were making shit up didn’t exactly do anything for Grace’s confidence, and Daisy begins to understand why her mum is so closed off today. 

Grace also says that Jordan really is Daisy’s dad, not Peter. And that it was a fact that Peter was quite proud of. (Why is the bar set at “didn’t impregnate my teenage sister-in-law that I was molesting”?)

Grace then asks about the moaning that Daisy heard in the house. Now that Daisy can put it into some context, she understands that the moaning was always coming from what used to be Grace’s room. And that the man she saw was Peter. 

[csrnini]

a letter to tony

tony,

that's how bad this is. i don't even know how to properly address you. the entire reason i'm so hurt isn't because you moved on. i could care less about that. it's who you moved on with. i'd be chilling if it was some random or some girl that goes to a diff school. but no it was someone i considered a friend.. someone who told me dead in my face that she didn't want you.. she has no respect for you.. the same way you don't have respect for yourself. i trusted you way more than i trusted anyone else in my life. i told you shit i don't even tell my therapist. you know how i feel about certain people/things, my favorite monster, you know about how i really feel about my mom. you know too many intimate details about me just to let you go so easily. without me knowing, you'd somehow know everything about every atom on my body. every single particle you had memorized to a tee. it's hard to let go of someone who i loved more than i loved myself. i know i said hella shit while we were tg and apart. i can admit that. i think that's a big part of understanding me as a person. i'm an extremely emotional and sensitive person. i think that's the reason why we're so toxic tg. normally when you're upset, you don't show it. you don't breakdown and cry. you sit there and you just endure it. i always admired that. how you didn't let anything bother you. you had too much pride & you're stubborn. we're alike in that we're both super stubborn. i liked that about us. that we were so similar but so different.

i can't believe i trusted or believed either of you. and somehow, through all of this, i still fucking love you. after it's all done and said, i'm still in love with you. after you backstabbed me to such an extent (i'm never trusting anyone ever again) i still could look at you and think about all the good memories. i don't think i could ever look at you and think about anything negative. which i hate. i hate that you still have some sort of power over me.. and you know it. i hate your perfectly placed eyebrow slit and your crooked jaw and your cute overlapping teeth. I hate the way your eyelashes are perfectly curled (even if you hate them). i hate the way your dimples pop when you smile or laugh. i hate your perfect nose and the way you smile like :] but with dimples. no matter how hard i try, i can't escape the way i'm in love with you. i hate the connection i allowed myself to have with you. i love you even though you took everything from me. you've taken my heart and soul and my ability to trust and love another and i hate you for that. you'll never know any of this. -nini

[13atoms]

Hearsay (Geralt of Rivia x Reader)

Reader (gn) is travelling with Geralt and Jaskier as they journey across the continent. When the Witcher is hired to kill a Basilisk in a particularly hostile town, you can’t help but protest at the hatred they seem to harbour for the monster hunter.

Inspired by this ask

4.3k | 18+ | Ao3

Fluff, yearning, protecting geralt, light on the friends to lovers, a dash of angst and conflict for flavour.

Also, Roach is alive and well because I say so <3

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You smiled as you tended to the horses, Roach nudging you as you brushed her down.

“He’ll be back soon,” you murmured, nudging her back fondly, “promise.”

The town you had stopped in was lively, the tavern across the road filled with cheers and the faint hum of a lute as Jaskier subjected the townsfolk to yet another performance. He had been well received yesterday, and the pub had filled early in anticipation of a second round tonight.

Night had well and truly fallen, and Geralt still wasn’t back. You hung back from the packed tavern, not quite ready to brave the rowdy patrons. They had commissioned the Witcher to hunt something the second you set foot in the town. Tales of vanished gatherers and hunters spread through the community, it seemed that everyone knew someone who had vanished, and they were getting desperate.

*

Coin in hand, a group of townspeople had shouted and gathered at Geralt’s arrival. They had approached him as he dismounted Roach, mere feet inside the town’s gates, and you had reached for your own weapon nervously at their anger. The gathered crowd had sneered their demand to the Witcher, slay the beast, and Geralt had simply taken the sack of money and passed it to you.

“You had better be as good as the tales, Witcher,” an elder had grumbled, and you wondered why they treated him so cruelly as he continued with his job.

Geralt had just grunted, turning away and handing you the reins to roach

You could never understand the hostility. The Witcher ought to be a godsend to these people, they had obviously seen him some way out and awaited his arrival, and yet they treated him as a monster. Even as they described the beast they needed slaying, offering him no water, food, or a place to rest, he did nothing as they regarded him with clear distain. You knew Geralt would loathe you to address the tension, but it enraged you as you saw parents clutching their children to them, and requesting his services in the same breath.

Nonetheless, you said nothing, not wanting to undermine Geralt’s stoic, silent thing.

It was grotesque, they said. A dragon. A bird. It had venom like a snake. Claws which killed with infection. Dead, small eyes and gouges scratched into its face. As huge as horse, no, a building. Its spit could kill ten men. With each sensational detail the agitated crowd added, you felt your heart clench.

You had seen this before, been travelling with Geralt for months now, but each time he was sent alone to slay the terrors which stalked townspeoples’ worst nightmares, you couldn’t imagine how Geralt even faced the beasts.

Finally, as the shouting grew louder still, Geralt held up a hand.

“I get it. Where can I find this creature?”

Again, the group squabbled and told tall tales, and Geralt finally coaxed clear instructions from them. When he turned back to you and Jaskier, you were sure the pair of you looked horrified.

“Take care of Roach.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

Each time you offered, you knew the answer. That Geralt was certainly a better hunter when he didn’t need to look out for an under-trained, unmutated human. But you liked to offer, to let him know he didn’t have to do this alone. With his back turned to the crowd, he gave you a slight knowing smile, and you couldn’t help smiling back.

“Obviously not,” he told you.

“Rude.”

He turned back to the elder who had paid him as he pulled two swords from Roach’s pack, and you saw how the man glanced nervously at the blades as Geralt held both hilts easily in one hand.

“Look after my friends. They’ll stay here until I return.”

“Of course,” he looked past Geralt, grimacing at you and Jaskier, “I’ll arrange rooms at the tavern.”

“That’s perfect, thank you.” Jaskier answered for you, grabbing his bag and lute before turning to you and Geralt, “I’ll leave you to it, good luck, big guy!”

He clapped Geralt on the shoulder and narrowly avoided the Witcher’s irritated swing in return. The crowd had begun to return to their daily lives, giving both Geralt and the horses a wide berth. Soon, no one was paying attention to you at all.

As Geralt affixed the swords to his scabbard, leaving only the handles showing over his shoulder, you couldn’t help teasing him for his gruffness. You knew loved the bard really, he wouldn’t travel with him if he didn’t. You suspected the same was true of yourself, even if you had proved yourself slightly more useful. He ignored your ribbing.

You took Roach’s lead rope, along with your own horse’s, as Geralt walked with you to find stabling.

You couldn’t help yourself. You had to ask.

“What do you think it is?”

He hummed for a moment, so low you wouldn’t have heard it, had he not been walking so close beside you.

“A basilisk. Probably.”

“Sounds scary.”

He huffed a laugh, head bobbing as he cut a path through the townspeople milling around. Both horses walked behind you steadily, the comforting clack of their hooves easing the concern which had settled in your chest.

“They’re venomous bastards, the main thing is to steer clear of the teeth. And claws,” he tilted his head, “and breath.”

“I’m sure you’ve got a potion for that anyway,” you teased, and he huffed again.

“Of course.”

You couldn’t quite tell if he was joking, and it made you nervous.

Once the stable was arranged he packed a small bag and bid Roach goodbye silently, resting his head against her neck for a second before turning to you. Ready to go.

You could never quite adjust to the stamina of a Witcher. He never seemed to rest. You felt as though every bone in your body was bruised from the week’s ride alone.

“Ready?” you asked, unnecessarily. He nodded. “Be careful, then.”

Geralt gave you another one of those fond, mocking smiles, yellow eyes shining with amusement, and you had to look away at the intensity of it.

He stood, feet apart in an easy, military posture which gave away the years of harsh training he’d been through. In moments like these, when you were bidding him farewell but not goodbye, the thought of hugging him always crossed your mind. You had never tried before, fearing his awkwardness at the gesture, and he would always nod curtly, turn, and leave you worrying until he got back.

You always regretted it – those improper goodbyes. They left you worrying that the last thing he ever did before meeting his end was fondly stroke Roach and uncomfortably nod to you.

This time you crossed the distance, straw crumpling underfoot as you wrapped your arms around him, hands looping loosely around his ribs as you tried to avoid his swords. Your heart was in your mouth, wondering if you had made a terrible mistake, until his arms snaked their way around you. He pulled you tightly to him for a moment before letting go, and you stepped back, looking at you with a tenderness you had rarely seen from the Witcher.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“You’d better be.”

This time he offered you a real laugh, nodding acknowledgement before he pulled his bag onto his shoulder and turned from the stable. You watched him leave with fondness, waving as he turned back to look at you, and laughing as he narrowly avoided taking out a child running across the road.

You wondered if you could wash leather, because that armour definitely needed a wash.

*

The familiar notes of ‘Toss a Coin’ strained through the walls of the tavern for the second time that evening, and you couldn’t help laughing. Jaskier was predictable. Nonetheless, you patted both horses goodbye and checked their tethers before crossing the street, wanting to see the end of his performance.

When you entered the tavern the whole place was packed, and you leant against the door to watch Jaskier’s victory lap. His encores were always lucrative, and he loved to peacock around. There was already a tankard being passed around for his pay, and you let your eyes follow it around the room, making certain no one was helping themselves between donations.

“It’s all horseshit,” the man beside you declared, stage-whispering, keen to catch you attention as you stood in the entryway.

You ignored him, but he jostled you slightly, making you look up. He was young, mid-20s maybe, and undoubtedly handsome. There was a teasing look in his eye, a challenge, and yet you looked away again. You didn’t feel like taking a joke, imaging Geralt weak from venom or collapsed in some miserable cave to save a few of these peoples’ lives and earn their coin.

Why wasn’t he back yet?

“Apparently Witchers get off on killing. They’re into it.”

You ignored him again, even as he shouted to you over the loud chorus filling the room. You tried to focus on Jaskier, the drunken villagers joining his most famous verse, but you could feel the stranger move closer to you. You crossed your arms, one foot behind you and ready to go as the song concluded with thunderous applause.

He got even closer, shouting into your ear to be heard over it all.

“Butcher of Blavikein, they used to call that one you travel with. My grandparents told me about it.”

“Hm, nice,” you replied, refusing to look at the twisted curiosity on the man’s face.

You he had questions, or comments, or something to say about the Witcher you travelled with. You had no desire to hear it.

The townsfolk had given you strange looks over the past two days, knowing you had arrived with the Witcher, that you were caring for this horse alongside your own, managing his supplies. But they had never turned on you, or said anything untoward. This was making you nervous, and you craned your neck to see through the crowd, trying to catch Jaskier’s eye.

He was accepting his applause, bowing and laughing and making great show of emptying the tips from the tankard he was handed. You couldn’t help smiling – at least one of you was having fun in this wretched place.

As the noise died down a few folks jostled past you to leave, but most remained, turning back to their drinks. Jaskier was caught up in conversation with a rather beautiful admirer, and you raised your eyebrows as his eyeline finally met you. He winked, tilting his head towards the woman running her fingers his lute. You laughed at his braze, unfailing flirtatiousness, nodding him goodnight. You were sure he would find an excuse to show her to a more private setting for the evening.

“Does the bard travel with you?”

“Hm?”

The man was still there, his tankard empty as he swung it as his side. You restrained a sigh, wondering if it would be rude to simply leave.

“I presume he does. Arrived at the same time as you and the Butcher.”

“I travel with Jaskier and Geralt, yes.”

You hoped the names of both men might scare him off. Although Jaskier was far too busy comparing hand sizes with his admirer to pose much threat, at the moment.

“What a waste of true beauty.”

He was getting more tiresome by the second, and you stepped away, keen to leave the tavern and get back to Roach and your own horse. You had entertained the notion of getting a drink, but you suddenly had no desire for it.

“Jaskier is quite handsome, but true beauty is a bit far.”

The man just blinked at you.

“No, I mean you –”

“I am aware. I have to get back to my horses. Excuse me.”

“He’s a monster.”

You blinked, turning back to the man. His eyes were intense, but you couldn’t look away. Suddenly the whole room seemed to be staring, you felt crushed under their accusatory looks. The stranger continued.

“He butchered hundreds at Blaviken. Cut down dead.”

“I’m sure that’s not true –”

“They say Witchers can’t feel. It’s mutated out of them.”

“Geralt can – he cares for people. You idiots just believe any old gossip –”

“He’s a monster!”

The call came from across the bar, and you whipped your head around to see the perpetrator sat at the bar. Jaskier was fleeing, hand in hand with the lady he’s been entertaining, and you honestly couldn’t blame him.

“And why is he a monster?” you challenged, feeling your voice wavering under the pressure of the room.

Yet another voice responded, the elder who had paid Geralt when you first arrived.

“All Witchers are monsters, including him. We’ve heard the stories. Only monsters survive that process, they train them until they ain’t even human anymore.”

“He’s doing your dirty work! Killing the monster which is threatening your children, your wives! Your husbands!”

“We paid him fair coin! He ain’t returned yet!”

You were well aware he hadn’t returned. That was what worried you.

“You paid him fair coin because you knew he could do the job! That none of you could manage! Or were you too scared?”

You knew Geralt would hate this, he barely argued for his reputation himself, he certainly didn’t need you to defend him. Nonetheless, as the barrage of shouts came back at you, it only riled you up. You cured Jaskier for having the sense to leave. He was certainly having more fun upstairs than you were down here.

The man who was standing beside you had been watching with sick amusement at the argument so far, but now he was getting closer again.

“No one else is ruthless enough to kill a breeding pair! Only a monster could manage that.”

Your heart sank.

Pair.

They had told him one. One monster. They had said they didn’t know what it was.

Clearly, some people in this town knew more about monsters than they were letting on.

“What is it, that he’s killing?”

“A basilisk.”

He had been right.

Of course he had been right.

You really hoped he wasn’t joking about that potion to keep him safe from venom. As subtly as you could, you glanced through the door to the stables, half-expecting to see him lounging out there beside the horses. Blonde hair streaked with blood, not a drop of it his.

If only. The horses were alone, eating, barely illuminated as the torches in the stable burned out.

“You lied to him!”

“And what are you planning on doing about it?”

You couldn’t say anything, lips parted as you considered what the fuck you could do next. There was no way to follow him, no message you could send.

Maybe you just needed a drink.

The whole bar was looking at you, victory smug on their faces, and you felt horror at the dawning realisation of why a whole town who hated Geralt might hire him. On the basis they felt the danger was enough to kill even a Witcher at the top of his game.

Shit.

“If anything happens to him – ”

You were glad your threat was cut off as the doors swung open behind you, loudly enough to make patrons jump.

Geralt was back, trudging across the tavern. People made space for him as his broad frame crossed the room, footsteps shaking the floor. You could feel the heaviness of his exhaustion, his frustration, as he finally stopped.

You watched in horror as two bloodied beaks were tossed on the bar, both larger than a human head, sending tankards of ale skidding off the bar top.

“There were two of them,” Geralt ground out, “and you knew that. Adults. In the same fucking nest.”

The elder chuckled nervously, one hand scratching at his stomach as the other clutched his drink. As Geralt stepped closer, he leant back in his chair, both hands settling atop his belly in a poor impression at confidence.

The Witcher towered over him, finally stopping long enough for you to see the fresh scratches all across him. Deep gauges in the leather of his armour, both freshly-cleaned swords gleamed against the dried blood and the mud which covered his back.

“How could we possibly know?” the man chuckled.

You wondered, for a second, if Geralt might truly harm him. You saw the clench of his jaw, the lingering blackness around his eyes. Making your steps loud, you walked closer behind the Witcher.

“They knew.”

He took a deep inhale, nose wrinkling in disgust, and the man sat beneath him whimpered.

“Double your price.”

The words were ground out, dangerously deep. Even as the grown men who filled the pub trembled, you felt safer being near your Witcher.

For a moment, you understood the fear Geralt kept around himself. The reputation.

With a glance to the grotesque beaks hanging open on the bar, you conceded that he’d earned it.

The man was doing nothing, shaking, so the Witcher repeated himself. You leant past Geralt’s shoulder, taking the man’s tankards and emptying it unceremoniously in his lap. Then, you held it in front of his face.

“Double it.”

Frantically the man emptied the coins from his pockets, letting them clunk into the tankard. It was nowhere near enough, and you could feel Geralt’s frustration. The tension in the room was still thick, and you moved steadily away from the elder and the Witcher. As Jaskier had, you took a lap of the tavern, wordlessly staring down the townspeople until they added to the contribution. When you reached the doorway, you stopped. The man who had dedicated his evening to antagonising you stared you down for a second, refusing. You heard the shift of Geralt’s boots against the warped tavern floorboards, followed by the clicking of coin.

When the whole room had added their contributions, Geralt sat heavily at the bar. The patrons scattered, and you could see the smile he was trying to conceal. It matched your own.

As you approached him you grimaced at the beaks in front of him, and he tossed them behind the bar without a second thought. The bartended had the good sense not to complain.

“Long one?”

He nodded. You spilled the tankard of coin out in front of him, and Geralt poked through it, no doubt silently counting. After a few moments he nodded, shoving the pile towards you.

“Can you deal with it?”

You murmured your agreement, privately honoured by the trust he put in you. Silently grateful he was disproving the worry the townspeople had planted in your mind.

As you sorted the money away he grabbed a few coins, shoving them towards the bartender. Ales were followed by hot meals as the two of you sat silently, letting the adrenaline ebb away. The rest of the tavern was completely empty, and you suspected your stunt might be bad for business for quite some time. The amount they had given Geralt was more than he had asked for, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty.

“I heard what you were saying, as I walked back to the bar. You don’t have to defend me. You shouldn’t.”

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to embarrass you, they’re just such bastards.”

He turned, fixing you with a look so direct it made you want to melt. It wasn’t harsh, or intimidating. You couldn’t quite place the emotion on the Witcher’s face. It was something like the one he wore after you hugged him.

“I’m not worth putting yourself in danger for, I promise.”

You couldn’t help laughing in surprise, his stoic expression only convincing you he was sincere. He didn’t move, didn’t undermine his seriousness with some dry quip, and you felt your heart melt at the realisation: it was care. The expression he wore.

“You are absolutely worth that, Geralt.”

The Witcher didn’t roll his eyes like you expected, or huff. Maybe he truly wasn’t embarrassed by you. Instead he just kept staring. Then the moment shattered. The bartender cried out as he stumbled on the basilisk remains behind the bar and both of your turned to him instinctively. It was then you realised Geralt’s hand had been inches from yours, creeping into your space across the bar. Your faces had been so close, you were startled as he moved away.

“Apologies,” the barkeep stuttered, and you waved him off.

You couldn’t blame the man. You were still a bit startled by the whole thing.

Suddenly Geralt was digging into the meal and speaking again, and you blinked, wondering if you had imagined the whole moment.

“I left the eggs,” he muttered conspiratorially.

“What?”

“The basilisk eggs. In the nest.”

“Geralt! Really?”

He chuckled, deep and warm, and you finally felt the tension drop from your shoulders. You would never admit it to the Witcher or Jaskier, but you never quite relaxed until Geralt was back safe.

“They won’t hatch.” he reassured you, “Though, I must admit I wouldn’t be sorry if they did.”

“I wouldn’t either. They’d deserve it, fuckers.”

You took a deep swig of your ale, enjoying the warmth in your stomach. Geralt stared down at the sticky bar top, suddenly smiling to himself.

“What’s so amusing, Witcher?”

“I must admit, I wish I had waited outside a moment. I would have loved to hear what your threat to the entire tavern was going to be.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, knowing damn well you had no end to that sentence.

The Witcher chuckled to himself, tugging at the knife sheathed at your waistband.

“This might not get you very far.”

He pulled the blade out, using it to spear a slice of the meat on your plate and transferring it to his own. You grimaced, pulling the weapon from his hands.

“You’ve made your point. Not funny.”

“You might be able to stab someone. A bit. If they run very slowly,” he teased as you re-sheathed the weapon.

It was mainly for show anyway. You reached for the swords at his back, amazed he even let you touch them, and tugged at one of the handles lightly. It didn’t move.

“We’re not all compensating for something,” you grumbled.

He raised an eyebrow, turning to you slowly, one hand finding a resting place on his knee.

“And what do you propose I’m compensating for?”

His words were slow, a challenge, and you found yourself too flustered to meet them.

“A sense of humour.”

He laughed, the moment broken yet again, and you slapped his hand away before he stole yet another piece of meat from your plate.

“Where’s Jaskier?” he asked suddenly.

“Giving a very lovely young woman a tour of his bedroom, to my knowledge.”

Geralt groaned, shifting in his chair and giving the ceiling of the tavern his best irritated glare.

“Typical.”

“He’s reliable, what can I say,” you mused, glad the bard hadn’t been around for the whole debacle.

It certainly didn’t need to be immortalised in song, and conflict resolution was not one of the artist’s strengths.

“He always promises he’ll look out for you, and then gets distracted by the first creature that flirts with him.”

You were surprised they had discussed the subject of you at all. And oddly touched.

“Jaskier’s having fun, I won’t begrudge him that. Not sure he can do much to protect me, either. More likely, it’d be the other way ‘round.”

“The blind leading the blind,” Geralt grumbled into his ale.

You gasped in mock offence, and he chuckled.

“I think I’m slightly better equipped, thank you.”

With one glance at the knife he had taunted you with earlier, you knew that was bullshit.

The two of your sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the barkeep try to subtly move the basilisk beaks without making too much noise. Or gagging.

He left, leaving the two of you alone, and you knew this was where you parted for the night. But there was something sitting heavily on you. Something you had to say. You knew you would toss and turn all night if you didn’t tell him. The Witcher was leaning over the bar, helping himself to another drink, but he sat straight back down as you started talking.

“I really was worried, Geralt. They were… being dicks. Making fun of you. And when I found out they’d tricked you, I was…”

“Thank you.”

You frowned at him.

“If there was anything you could do, I have no doubt you would have done it. I appreciate that.”

It was so honestly, so verbose from your stoic Witcher, you felt tears burning in your eyes. The stress of the day was catching up with you, the food and ale long finished, and his sincerity was overwhelming.

“I would hug you again, if you weren’t so disgusting,” you choked out.

Geralt held his arms out jokingly, but you pushed him away, the crusting of dried blood truly too much for you to stomach.

“That seems a little harsh,” he drawled.

You snorted, swiping the tear from your eye and instead offering him a weak smile.

“You are covered in grime and basilisk guts.”

“So, if I have a bath…”

“Or just take that armour off.”

He blinked, eyebrows raised, and you held your breath.

“Gladly.”

-⚔-

Edit: Part 2 is here!!

[munsonsduchess]

To Hell With the Devil

summary: you end up being eddie's babysitter while you're hiding out at rick's place, the only problem is you cannot stand eddie munson w/c: 1,776 warnings: fluff, swearing, eddie is a flirty menace, mentions of body horror and what happened to chrissy a/n: this was another sleepover request and when i saw it my brain immediately jumped to fake dating but then the wonderful @pillow-titties suggested enemies to lovers and how could i refuse?

any mistakes or typos you notice should be written down on a piece of paper, folded eight times, placed in an acorn and thrown into lovers lake. thank you.

(moodboard by me)

You'd been having breakfast when you saw the news. A murder at the trailer park, one of the cheerleaders from the high school had been found dead in a trailer but the police weren't saying any more at this time. 

You called Steve immediately knowing he was the only one who'd be watching the news at that moment in time as well, Robin too if she was working alongside him,

"Yeah we've seen it, the police don't have any suspects but I don't think this is anything to do with us" by 'us' he meant interdimensional monsters and the upside down, both of which you'd been introduced to last summer while working at Starcourt Mall and you'd gotten mixed up with Robin, Steve, Dustin and a very bossy ten year old called Erica. Not to mention the secret russian lab underneath the mall and everything that went along with it,

"Well I'll come by anyway, I have some tapes to return" you told him, your parents had rented some movies the night before and had left it to you to return the tapes on your day off work. You said your goodbyes before gathering what you needed for the drive to Family Video.

When you got to the store on the other side of town you hadn't expected both Dustin and Max to be there as well, apparently making nuisances of themselves behind the counter, 

"Just in time!" Robin called as you walked through the door, "Steve is about to commit a double child murder!" 

"Hey!" Max protested, "I didn't do shit!"

"Do I want to know?" you asked Steve who sighed loudly, 

"Henderson and Mayfield say the trailer that Cheerleader was found in was Eddie Munson's place" 

"He's also totally innocent!" Dustin interrupted, "whatever is going on Eddie didn't do it!" 

Max explained how her mother had seen Eddie leave the trailer park in the middle of the night and hadn't seen him since. She'd woken up that morning to the crime scene opposite her own trailer and so here they were searching for Eddie's friends phone numbers in the family video system to try and locate the man's whereabouts,

"Ok so any luck with that?" you'd asked, "or are we just gonna leave it alone because it's for the police to deal with" 

"You don't get it! You hate Eddie!" Dustin thrust an accusatory finger in your face and you shrugged. You couldn't disagree with him, you certainly weren't Eddie Munson's number one fan. He'd been a blip on your peripheral vision throughout high school and now that you were two years post graduation you really didn't care what he was up to. You'd heard from Steve that the younger set of kids i.e. Lucas, Dustin and Mike worshiped the ground Eddie walked on since they'd been inducted into his club, something about a dragon game, and that it really got under Steve's skin that Dustin had so many nice things to say about the super senior whenever he and Dustin saw each other.

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In the end Dustin had found the address of one of Eddie's lesser known friends, his drug dealer as a matter of fact, Reefer Rick and you'd been roped into going along with everyone else to the boathouse by Lovers Lake to find the missing man since Dustin was still convinced of his innocence. 

You'd all pulled up to the house and found it deadly quiet. Rick himself was in prison or so you'd heard and if Eddie was here then he wasn't letting anyone know. At least until Steve started banging things with an oar and ended up pushed against a wall with a broken bottle to his neck. Not you imagined how he thought his day would go, nor did you imagine the former King of Hawkin's High would have wanted Dustin Henderson to beg for him not to be harmed for his sake. 

Eddie finally put the bottle down and sunk to the ground, his usual dark eyes held distress and fear as he recounted his story of what had happened to the cheerleader the police had found dead in his trailer that morning. Chrissy Cunningham, you didn't know her personally but you remembered her from pep rallies and things, she was a couple of years younger than you but the same age as Nancy and Robin who would probably know her better. 

By the end of the story it became clear, this was a group problem and not something the police could handle. The account of Chrissy's milky white eyes, her levitation onto the ceiling before all the bones in her body snapped and her jaw broke and her eyes had burst, pouring blood all over the trailer. This was definitely not something Hawkins PD could deal with, especially without Chief Hopper, 

"Don't worry, we've done this before" Dustin said and put a hand on Eddie's shoulder, "you should stay here in case anyone starts looking for you" 

"Yeah that's a good idea" Steve agreed, "someone should stay with you while we try and figure out what we're dealing with" 

As Steve spoke he looked at you and you could only shake your head violently, using your arms to gesture no way but Steve chose to ignore you and so while you watched everyone else leave you crossed your arms and scowled. Why did it have to be you? This was bullshit,

"Looks like it's just you and me now honey" Eddie grinned at you, "what should we do?" 

"I'm not doing anything with you" you spat, "I don't see why I have to be the babysitter, this is bullshit" 

Eddie just laughed. Asshole. He probably thought this was hilarious, that you were stuck looking after him with nothing but a walkie talkie and whatever passed for entertainment in a boathouse belonging to a convicted drug dealer. 

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You'd turned your back on Eddie for two seconds and he'd gone from throwing rocks into a can to breaking into Rick's actual house,

"What being wanted for murder wasn't enough? Now it's breaking and entering!" you hissed at him, "come back here Munson" 

"Relax would you, Rick told me I could use the place whenever I wanted. I'm looking for his spare key" Eddie shot back at you, another grin on his face like he found the whole thing endlessly amusing, "got it" 

"Great, now get inside before someone sees you!" 

"Ladies first" he made a mock bow and gestured into the open doorway, you rolled your eyes and quickly ran into the house with Eddie following. 

"This is definitely not what Steve had in mind when he said to stay put and lay low, if we get caught I will throw you under the bus" 

Eddie's face fell for a fraction of a second and his shit eating grin was replaced with a frown. It happened so quickly you almost missed it,

"Oh wow well we wouldn't want to disappoint King Steve now would we?" Eddie invaded your personal space, "wouldn't want him to be mad at you" 

"Ugh!" you pushed him away, "Can you go sit in another room or something? It's hard to concentrate with you around!"

"Do I distract you honey?"

"You're jumping around like a five year old on skittles, it's distracting when I'm trying to keep you from getting lynched or something" 

"Why don't you like me?" Eddie asked after a few moments of precious silence, "you were about ready to kick Stevie where the sun doesn't shine for suggesting you be the one to stay" 

"Well lets see, you're annoying, you look like that" you gestured to his ripped jeans, leather jacket and denim vest combo, "you still haven't graduated high school, you're the leader of a nerd club full of fifteen year olds, you're obnoxious as hell, your music is shit, you stink of weed, do I need to go on?" 

"Wow, that's a long list. You probably could have stopped after 'annoying' but you just kept going" 

"Don't get your panties in a wad" 

"Sweetheart if anyone's got their panties in a wad I think it's you" 

"Uh huh sure" you scoffed, Eddie was invading your personal space again but when you tried to push him away he grabbed your wrists and pushed you against one of the walls inside the house, "let go of me Munson" 

"I think, you secretly like me but you don't want Steeeeve to know about it" Eddie leaned in until you were almost cheek to cheek, "so you put on this big show about hating my guts but that's all it is … a show" 

"In your dreams Munson" 

Eddie's tongue darted out quickly to wet his lips and you couldn't help your eyes being drawn to the motion, something he found endlessly funny,

"What's the matter baby? Scared you'll like being stuck here with me?" 

"Oh bite me asshole" 

"Only if you ask nicely" 

"Go fuck yourself" 

"I'd rather fuck you if i'm honest sweetheart" 

You opened your mouth to protest and to tell him exactly what you thought of him but Eddie chose that moment to crash his lips into yours and steal the breath from your lungs in what was honestly the best kiss you'd ever had in your entire life. So much so that when Eddie finally pulled away to let you breathe he was smirking at you like a cheshire cat, 

"Wow, that's really all it took to shut you up? Just one little kiss?" he teased, one of his hands coming up to play with the ends of your hair, "if I'd known that I would have done it sooner, to hell with Steve" 

"Why the hell do you keep bringing up Steve?" you asked, still slightly breathless. You couldn't understand why Eddie saw fit to keep talking about the other man,

"Well you obviously have a thing for him, like every other girl in this godforsaken town" 

"You're a fucking idiot. Steve's practically my brother, I do not have a thing for him" 

"Is that so? Cause I think you're just trying to cover your hide now that I know all about your secret little crush"

There was clearly no stopping Eddie now that he thought he had you all figured out so you did the only thing you could think of. You grabbed the lapels of his denim jacket and crushed your lips together again effectively shutting him up,

"Really Munson? One little kiss is all it takes?" you taunted, mirroring his words from earlier,

"Oh sweetheart, you've done it now. You don't know what you've started" 

"Just shut up and kiss me again you asshole"

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After That Late Night Fright

Summary: Follow-up to Late Night Fright. How do Reader and Andy start putting the pieces back together after the scariest night of their lives with their girls? Andy Barber x  Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Angst, Fear, Protective Reader, Protective Andy, Scared Kids, Home Invasion, Guns, BiBi Barber, KitCat Barber, Minors DNI

A/N: Ideas from @lexivass​ and @writer84​. Let me know your thoughts. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please send me your feedback, friends!

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You hadn’t slept. None of you had truly slept. In days. 

Because of Vincent Marina. 

He had been the one to break into your home over a week ago. He had been the one to threaten you, your girls, your family. The one who had threatened to rape you. 

So no, you hadn’t slept. 

Andy had been beside himself. He hadn’t been notified that Marina had been granted parole after his second degree murder charge. 

How had that even happened? Better yet, how had he even found your family’s address?

The girls, who had nightmares, slept in your bed, while Andy sat by the bedroom door with a loaded gun.

He apologized to you every day, which you hated. Because none of that bullshit was his fault.

Andy didn’t want you and the girls to leave the house. He didn’t want you to go to the store. He wanted you three in his sight at all times. Because that man, that monster, had come to kill you. His wife and kids. 

Yes, that man had been in custody, but he’d managed to slip them again. You didn’t understand how, but you knew he was already apparently pissed at your husband for his initial sentence of twenty years.    

Andy didn’t want you all outside, 

And there was a police car out front of the house at all times. 

BiBi and KitKat asked questions occasionally. You and Andy explained that sometimes, people were monsters. And that you two would always protect them from said monsters. And once they fell back asleep, you sobbed into your husband’s chest. 

The same way you’d sobbed that night. 

Not so much because that man, Marina, had threatened you. But because you’d been forced to dump dirty clothes and a sheet on top of your children, beg them to be quiet, and then shut them in a closet.

You had been prepared to take another person’s life that night. And you didn’t know if your husband, the love of your life, had been dead or alive.

Fuck.

Sometimes when BiBi woke up, she said it was because she thought she heard Mama screaming.

When KitCat woke up, she said she needed Dada because he had been missing.

You and Andy had had to throw away Goodnight Moon and Sanji the Baker, because your girls cried at the sight of them.

And when you weren’t crying, and the girls were sleeping, your husband had sobbed into your chest. And, he apologized and apologized and apologized. He’d even offered to put you three into a hotel. Oh, and to leave you so you all were no longer at risk.

Bullshit. And that’s what you’d told him.

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You’re both sitting outside your bedroom. Your girls peacefully sleeping in the middle of your bed. 

“Andy, you’re scared. I don’t blame you. So am I. But I’m not gonna lose my man, and our girls aren’t going to lose their father. Not over this. They’ll catch him.” And then you pull his face down for a kiss - something you both needed. 

“He was going to hurt you, Y/N.” He says when you let him up for air. “If you hadn’t hidden the girls he would have hurt them too. I was there when you talked to the police, baby. He wanted to rape you. I can’t - I can’t -”

“Hush.” Your hand goes to his mouth. 

“That is what that monster wanted, yes. But it’s okay. Because we are all okay.”  

“You saved our children.” He mumbles. “While I was downstairs wandering around an empty -”

“Stop it.” You growl. “You didn’t know where he was, and I didn’t either. The moment your heard me scream, you were fucking there. For all of us. I would not have been able to grab the girls and rush them downstairs if you hadn’t been there. So let’s be through with this pity party bullshit, baby. Because we both can confidently say that we did the best we could on every major level.” Your small hands go to rub his temples. And you are crying again.

“We did our best, Andrew! This is not your fault. So stop punishing yourself, please.”

“I love you.” He murmurs. 

“I love you too.”

END

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You stared at Steve. For so long that Robin got up and waved a hand in front of your face. “Is it that bad?” Steve asked from his slumped spot on the floor against the icecream counter.

“Your face looks gross. What happened!” You asked.

“You broke up with your psycho ex. Again.” Steve snapped.

“In my defence the first four time he didn’t seem to hear me when I said we’re not dating anymore so it was probably a shock to him.” You said sarcastically as you set your bag down and leaned down so you could look at him better. “You need the hospital? Because I only have enough gas to get halfway there.”

“He’s not broken anything. Just swollen and split a lip.” Robin said.

“Can you take my car and get some ice from the store? Meet me at mine. Here.” You snatched a napkin and a pen off the counter and wrote down your address. You fished in your bag for your purse and gave her ten dollars, telling her to get some snacks too. You helped Steve out to Steve’s car and drove him home to your house. The lights were still off. Your mom was working the night shift again. Turning on the lights as you went, you made your way to the kitchen.

“For now you’ll have to make do with frozen peas.” You said as you fished a bag out of the freezer and handed them to Steve. You went to find a wash cloth so he could clean up his face a little.

“Thanks.” He muttered as he went to the downstairs bathroom. You leaned on the wall outside, hearing him turn on the tap.

“What’d he want? Before… you know. He smooshed your face?” You asked.

“To know where you were.” Steve said after a moment of hesitation.

“You could have just told him.” You muttered. He was quiet. You swallowed guiltily. Steve stepped out of the bathroom, turning back to switch off the light. He looked much better now the smeared blood was gone. Robin was right though, his face was swollen. He followed you back to the kitchen and accepted the bag of frozen peas.

“I have your back.” Steve muttered. You winced and nodded.

“You know I think my mom has some clothes of yours from back when your washing machine broke last year and she did the laundry for you and your mom. No promises though.” You said. Steve shrugged.

“It’s fine. I already got beat up in my uniform and might as well wear it with pride.” He said sarcastically.

“That’s good because I’m not sure if she didn't give that stuff to Dustin. She wasn’t sure if it would fit.” You said as if it had just occurred to you. The sound of a car pulling up outside the house and the glare of headlights passed by the front of the house. Assuming it was Robin you didn’t go to the window to check.

“Are you sure that you’re ok?” You asked Steve.

“Best I’ve ever been. He’s not the worst I've gone up against.” He smiled at you and you chuckled.

“Oh yeah. You and Dustin hunted… evil dog monsters?” You asked. Steve made a face and then winced as he pulled at his split lip. You both jumped as the door burst open. The frame around the lock splintered and Billy stepped into your hallway. Peeking out from the kitchen you glanced at Steve in panic. He’d jumped to his feet. Before he could hurry out you grabbed at an old battered baseball bat that sat by the back, kitchen door, leaning against the fridge.

Grabbing it you raised it, stomping out to confront Billy who hesitated and stepped back. “What. The fuck!” You shouted at him.

“Why is he here?” Billy asked calmly. He waited for an answer as if he had let himself into your house with a key and you weren't brandishing a bat at him.

“Because he’s my friend and you messed up his face. I wanted to make it up to him.” You snapped back wearily.

“You don’t care about me anymore?” Billy asked. You scoffed and glanced at Steve who was waiting for you to look like you needed him to jump in.

“No you absolute nutter butter! We’re done. We’re over. I don’t care about you and your psychotic feelings. Leave me and my friends alone.” You insisted.

“But if he just stopped sticking his nose in our business we could work things out. You know we could.” Billy stepped towards you with his hands out to try and be non threatening. You tapped the bat against his chest as a warning for him not to come any closer.

“Get out.” Your tone was calm, steady but sharp. Billy smiled and put his hands down.

“I just want to talk.” He muttered, his voice soft as if he thought he could fool you.

“No Billy. You had chance after chance and now it’s too late. Get out and go away.” Your voice had a tone of finality that made a shiver of rage ripple through Billy. 

“Fine. Make me your villain.” His face twisted with anger and he snatched the bat. You found yourself jerked to the side by the force that he had pulled at the bat. Steve moved to jump and tangle with Billy for the second time that day. But you had a flash of when Joyce Byer had taught you and Nancy to defend yourselves. She had tackled Jim and taken him by surprise, leaving him breathless and on his back. With a firm movement your knee collided with Billy and he grunted, covering his crotch as he gasped for air. Then using your balled fist you struck him. He fell, toppling onto his back.

“Hold this.” You said handing Steve the bat.

“Yes ma’am.” Steve said with a touch of adrenaline fueled excisetment. You rounded the wheezing Billy and grabbed him by the shoulders of his shirt and dragged him out onto your drive. Robin was running up with a few bags.

“Stay away from us Billy! Or next time I won't just kick you.” You said angrily. Billy looked up at you, tears pricking his eyes. He got to his feet, jumping as if he hadn’t noticed Robin who hurried to back you up.

“I won't.” He muttered. You felt, for a moment, a little guilty. But then you turned away as he got into his car. Steve was waiting at the door, bat in one hand, bag of peas still in the other. 

“Let's get Steve fixed up. We’ll have to come up with some excuse for the door being broken.” You mumbled.

“We could say that you came home and found the door busted open and that we came over and stayed with you until someone else was home.” Robin suggested. She followed you into the house and Steve tried to close the door as much as it would with the busted lock and frame. You use two tea towels to wrap up the ice and insist that Steve sit down and put it on his face while Robin poured the snacks into bowls and flipped through the TV channels to find something good.

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[yandere-sins]

My Name

Horrortober Day 6: Time “How long has it been?”  

Oh man, first Xiao piece and I??? Really enjoyed it???? When will he come home, I’m desperate for my lovely boy ;;

Warnings: Yandere, Twisted Thoughts, Fighting/Death of monsters, Planning of Kidnapping Characters: Xiao x Reader

How long has it been?

It felt like Xiao waited forever for you to call him. He would have loved to deny that he waited for it… but he did. Ever since he told you to call when you needed him, he had been waiting—hoping!— you would, rather sooner than later. If only he could get a good look at you again, he would feel prepared enough to face his duties again. You were the beacon of light in his life, no matter how harsh he spoke to you or faked disliking you. Your job wasn’t any more dangerous than any other in this world, making you travel back and forth cities to sell your merchandise there. You needed someone who could help you if things went downhill. 

You needed Xiao. 

His fingers were still tingling from the feeling of your body as he held you. Even when you squirmed and flinched in his arms as he defeated the monsters bothering you, you were warm and soft, and you smelled like dirt- But the good kind! Xiao didn’t know how else to describe it. You’ve been on the road for a long time, showers weren’t your priority probably, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind. You were perfect just as you were.

And finally, you called. Or rather, screamed into the disappearing sun on the horizon, for Xiao to come and save you. You fulfilled the promise to ask for his help any time, and he fulfilled his by coming to your rescue. No matter how weak he felt, how much he wanted to vomit at the sight of more and more foes arriving. With you, weakly as you were, leaning into his chest, avoiding your eyes from the death and fight, he would have defeated armies of Hilichurls if necessary. All while holding you, never letting go of his precious sun. 

The toll on his body was tremendous, his breathing ragged. Still, standing in the middle of disappearing corpses, Xiao was victorious. For you. For both of you. He turned his head to look at you, the disheveled hair slick with sweat out of fear and flight instinct. You weren’t made for the outdoors; not as long as they were cruel and dangerous. You wouldn’t have come out of this attack unscathed if not for him. 

Letting go of his weapon, he petted over your head, pushing it down and combing out some leaves. He knew he was rough around the edges, unfit for gentle comfort. But if he could help your shivering to wane, he would have tried anything. You once showed kindness to him; he had to repay it. 

Helping you towards a big stone out in the open, you two were stumbling over your feet while you grew wary, looking up and realizing there was no fight anymore. But Xiao wasn’t about to let you go, much less leave you alone right away. He’d stay. It’s been too long, and the temptation to be close to you too big.

Making you sit down, you folded like a sack of potatoes before regaining some composure. You were fidgeting with your ripped sleeves, avoiding looking up at the dark matter rising to the sky from the dead Hilichurls. Instead, you looked at him, studied him, his hair, expression, the hands that tried to desperately be gentle as they searched for wounds on your body. Xiao didn’t mind. You could stare as much as you wanted at him as long as he didn’t have to respond to it. Silently, he was begging you to look more at him. Just… a little more. Look at him as if he was your hero.

Edgy, you called him after bothering him at the balcony of the Wangshu Inn. No one allowed you to be there; Xiao didn’t want to have company that night. But you couldn’t sleep, and sitting on the roof appeared to be a better alternative than turning in your bed to you. He told you he hated your presence, and you laughed, saying it was fine. Fine. How could it be fine? You told him about your business and your family even though he never asked, and then you asked about him and his past. He… he had been weak. That night, he had fought and conquered and been incredibly weak afterwards. So he told you, and you laughed again, telling him how edgy he was before leaving him behind, confused and irritated by your words.

The next day, you brought Almond Tofu and left him a note, thanking him for sticking with you and be honest.

He didn’t forget about you ever since.

Even Xiao felt stupid for seeing you off when your stay ended. He had no business meddling with you or anyone in your world, but now that he finally saw you again, he was furious for letting you go. What he should have done was hold you back, make you stay longer. But when you thanked him for offering his help, smiling at him so kindly, he let go of your arm, and gone you were. Only to end up battered and bruised, just like he feared.

“How long has it been?” he asked, dragging his finger over a bruise that wasn’t fresh anymore. It was at least two or three days old, yet, no tint lighter than as if it happened just now. Instantly, his throat was clogged with guilt. And though his question wasn’t about the bruise, you answered honestly, confirming the two days he assumed.

“I meant, how long has it been since someone called for me,” he corrected himself in a mumble, a question you were in no place to answer. Years. Decades. So long, he didn’t remember the last time. But now, you did. You. The person he wanted to answer to. Only, he was too late anyway—he couldn’t protect you either.

“You need to be treated,” he worried with a stern face. Anger flitted over his features as you shook your head, wiping away the tears of panic you had produced. “What I need is to get to Mondstadt,” you argued. Thick-headed. Stubborn. A thick-headed, stubborn, weak human, that’s what you were. That’s what you were supposed to be, but his heart throbbed painfully as he cursed you in his mind. Not even his body wanted to think badly about you, much less Xiao himself.

“No,” he denied your idea firmly, placing his arm around your shoulder and hooking the other under your knees. There it was again, that tingling sensation that overcame him when he touched you. You were squirming some more against his actions before you tensed in pain. Bruises would heal. Cuts would close. But if there was something internally, something Xiao could not see, then he didn’t know how to help you. It was him who was pathetic, still knowing nothing about the humans he was protecting silently from the shadows. He was pathetic because he denied getting close to them, fearing they’d make him weak.

And he had been right. You made him weak. Weak in the knees, weak in his head. Gone was his keen mind and tough body. Now there was only the invested, curious, worrying Xiao. Xiao at his worst, and he hated himself for it. Seeing you hurt and in pain made him want to be strong even more. So he could protect you when you would call his name. But he wasn’t sure if you would after he already let you down.

Xiao knew everything about the lands around you. He knew where the closest doctor was, and he’d get you to them and then… then what?

Gnawing at his lip as he waited for you to get better, he stood there in silence, clothed in the darkness of the room you were offered to rest that night. There had to be something he could do. Something only he could do for you. He didn’t have the leisure of traveling like you, and he wasn’t a human that could join you easily either. But he was strong if you didn’t warp his head into the miserable state he found himself around you. He could protect you, but how would he do it?

There needed to be a plan soon. The sun was rising, the day promising to be beautiful for travels. And you would want to go. Because as wondrous and loveable as you were, you were also stubborn and weak. Duty-bound, like him. But both of you couldn’t share this trait, not when he wanted to keep you from danger instead of making you rush headfirst into it. One of you had to compromise, and as the sun was setting, Xiao realized something else.

If he was strong, and you were not. He, an important Adeptus, and you, another human between so many, then you needed to be put back into your place. A place of safety. Somewhere close to him. It was a stretch to assume other Adepti would help him, but they could create realms. Safe realms he could carry with him. Even if he didn’t know how to wager with them, much less address the issue, he knew they played a vital part in the role of keeping you safe. He was almost jealous.

Xiao looked back at you sleeping soundly, your chest falling and rising under the blanket. Bandages were all over your body. The doctor made sure you knew the risk you had taken, traveling alone and vulnerable and enduring injuries you should have gotten checked up. You were careless and ignorant to the dangers of the world, even though, deep inside you, Xiao imagined you were just as scared as anyone else. It would be nice, right? If he could take this fear from you. Keep you safe and sound and with him at all times. He’d do you a favor.

A future without worries and fear, the dream of so many of your kind.

Stepping up to your bedside, he reached out to your forehead, remaining still as you furrowed your brows when you noticed his warmth, but then you relaxed again. Maybe you knew it was him. Maybe, deep down in your dreams, it was him who made you feel safe right now. Xiao wished he was. Still, he disappointed you, but he wouldn’t do it again. He’d make sure that you wouldn’t have to be in pain and scared anymore. For you, and only you, he’d do it.

Letting his hand slip down your face, his fingertips brushed over your cheek and to your lips, his touch lingering a second too long to be appropriate. Flinching away, he scolded himself for touching you there, pink flushing his cheeks as he shook his head. He was busy; there were preparations to be made.

Leaving behind Mora, he had no use for, and a note to the doctor, he told them to keep you as long as they could. Knowing where you were would make his life easier, even though he wouldn’t leave a stone unturned and a monster alive if he had to search for you. There were no lengths he wouldn’t have taken for you. The thought scared him because he didn’t know how to handle this feeling that burned inside of him at the mere thought of you. But it scared him even more to see you like last night, and he wasn’t sure his heart could take it if it happened again.

No, he couldn’t let it happen again.

How long had it been since someone called his name? One night. The next time you’d call for him, how would it sound? Sweet? Affectionate? Thankful? Praising him for his work and dedication for you, accepting his snide remarks, and laughing at him again with that kind voice of yours? He couldn’t know it yet. But with a jump in his step, he would have never thought it could be the complete opposite.

Angry. Scared. Horrified.