#light!chica mention in fic

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Can you do a fic where gavi will only sleep if he sucks readers tits?

Kinda changed this, hope you don't mind at all. Here's a little blurb everyone.

Warnings: Lots of mentions of boobs, boob grabbing, boob kissing, if you don't feel comfortable then don't read it.

Favorite Body Part -P.G

Summary: He just loves them.

"Amor, what are you doing?"

"Nada"

"Are you sure?" He hums backhugging you as you made dinner "Then why are your hands grabbing at my boobs?" He gasps surprised.

"Didn't realized they were! Cheeky hands! Can't believe it, sorry" He tasked as you nodded still feeling his hands on them

"You're not gonna take them away?" You ask after a few minutes of silence

"Noup" Pablo shook his head as you groaned with a light smile on.

Ever since you started your relationship with Pablo a year ago, he has made it clear how much he loves your boobs, besides your pretty face, persona and intelligence, they were his favorite body part of yours.

Often whilst sleeping, his hands would make their way under your shirt and end up grabbing them. At first you were all blushy and shy about it, about he randomly grabbing, kissing and snuzzling his face against them but you got used to it.

He just loved them and you often joked that they would fall sooner if he kept on grabbing them and he replied with a simply

"Would still love them" shrugging his shoulders with a smile on

He definitely protects them more than you do, to be honest. He also knows whenever your period is coming because they swell a little bit and start hurting, which he quickly offers a massage winning a glare from you "Just wanted to help" he'd say.

Sometimes you let him, sometimes you don't.

And he once got mad at you when you said they were too small.

"¿Cómo? ¿Pero qué estás diciendo, mi amor? They are perfect! Don't say that anymore! I love my girls and leave them be!"

"They are small, Pabs. You love them but it's the truth!"

"Truth my ass, mi amor and I'm sorry" He shook his head "They're perfect for me, perfect size" He did a grabbing emotion with his hand that made you smile widely and laugh "Perky, soft, delicious overall"

"You're just saying that because you are my boyfriend and you enjoy them"

"Y/N, me voy a enojar, deja a mis chicas tranquilas, they are perfect" He got on top of you and put his head close to them "Don't listen to her, you are perfect and I love you both" He kissed each before you broke in laughs

"You're obsessed with my boobs"

"No, I'm obsessed with you. They are part of you and I love them" He smiled kissing your lips "Now, wrap those arms around me and let me sleep a bit on top of them, 'cus we have to be at my parents's later for tonight's dinner"

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[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Eighteen

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: Trigger warning for mental health issues alluded

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, violence, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Eighteen

Everything was in full swing with music playing, people socializing and eating while Vinny and Ricky had started out the night with a formal dance, twirling and dipping. It was a lot of footwork more than anything, then the pair had split off to their beloved mates as the dance floor flooded with people wanting to dance and celebrate the evening. The warm lights made the stone interior appear almost golden, and the noise of laughter and song filled the air beautifully. It was clear how much thought and effort had been put into it- put into the magical moments holding the illusion together. Vinny and Ricky both knew what they were doing and making the most of it. How lively it was tonight, positivity overflowing except from one pillar in the club. 

It was interesting watching them dance, knowing the truth, and even then it was hard to let Vinny go to the angel, but it was what she wanted, she wanted to dance with Ricky. Chris had been without her for so long. Christopher, Chris… Chris, her Chris, he should have known something was different, she always had a thing about his name, the angels, with the original gargoyles names, some of them were truly ridiculous. 

Justin loved everything about the party, well, almost, the only thing he didn’t love was that he knew he wasn’t going to get any time alone with Ricky tonight, even after the revelations earlier. Not to mention finding out about Vinny, being Chenza… Still, it made him determined to talk to Ricky about being mates… Hearing Vinny just flippantly say to Ricky, go, go be with your mate to Ricky after they danced, had the gargoyle flush… Did Ricky know, even understand… They hadn’t talked… They hadn’t agreed. There was a consent to the bond before it fully formed. Justin wanted it, he wanted all of it. Chris had it with Vinny, she even came back to him after she died. Ryan. Ryan had had it… It made Justin wonder why… Why hadn’t his… His arms wrapped around Ricky from behind the gargoyle mask Ricky had given him for the night, he glanced over to the other…

Yes, the damn nephilim, before he’d ever known, thought he was hilarious and acquired Ryan and Justin medieval style gargoyle masquerade masques, they were grey and looked like they had half stone faces for the night. That little shit thought he was funny. It was kind of hilarious. It was. Ryan, however, was truly sympathizing with the way Christopher felt when he got into those moods in those episodes he used to have. He was struggling tonight. Leaning back against one of the pillars in the old Church, he was so tired. Seeing Christopher with Vinny, Justin with Ricky, he was… he was tired, and he missed… he missed… he missed them. He missed them so much.

From beside him on a perpendicular side of the pillar came a soft voice, “Something’s on your mind… Don’t look at me- no… just… I know the look. I’ve felt it too.” A hand slid around pressed to the pillar offering the faintest of touches to the gargoyle, voice low, “Let someone help bear the weight if, but for a moment.” the voice said, warm as sunshine. From the corner of his eye, Ryan could spy side along a mask of white fabric and silver hair, draped over a billowing shirt with a feather and fur cloak. Elegant jawline and effortless grace. 

“Please.”

Ryan sighed at the voice, the soft low voice, he felt the warmth of their hand, he was too out of it to move away. It would have been his first instinct otherwise. He did not like people he didn’t know getting close anymore, especially on a night like tonight, that was why he was here, at this pillar. Standing away from the dancing, the merriment, the laughter that was ripping through his head. “I highly doubt anyone in this life has felt the level of what I do right now.” Ryan also would not wish it on them for the world either, not like this, not the way he did. A thousand years of torment? Centuries of abuse at the hands of a monster in between… No, he would not wish that life on another… “No, this burden is my own.”

His hand, however, his thumb that was so close to the strangers… Didn’t move.

“It feels like every fiber of your being is being peeled apart atom by atom, and you don’t know where to go or what to do… and all you want… is to go home, but you can’t find home anymore because home is with them.” they said clearly, “All you can think about is the times you messed up… or they messed up… and you feel raw. It’s pain hard enough to feel like you’re never going to breathe again. It’s like… your life has frozen in place.” 

The stranger took a breath leaning their head back, breathing in the scent of warm peach pie and apple pie- the smell of chocolate and fruit- closing their eyes, they took a soft breath. 

“It’s the worst pain… yet you know it won’t kill you on its own. Still, you feel like you’ve been driven insane by wanting to be next to them again.” 

They leaned their head to the side, looking towards Ryan, a melancholic smile on their lips. “Even when you yourself have been torn apart time and time again.” 

“Does that sound familiar?”

Ryan didn’t know if he wanted to scream or be sick more, or just both at once, one after the other, destroy anything and everything his hands touched. Listening to every word this stranger was saying was cutting into him and ripping him open even deeper than watching what was left of his family find the ones that completed their souls, their happiness. Their mates. This stranger, that had just walked over, that knew nothing of them, wasn’t wrong though, Ryan didn’t know where home was anymore, and he hadn’t breathed, not in… He swallowed thinking about it, it had been, one thousand and twelve years… and fifty-two days…

He felt like he was going insane, though, it was about time. Gargoyles that lost their mates going insane, it happened, it always happened sooner or later. How Ryan had lasted this long no one knew, even Christopher had been barely holding on. Ryan had seen the signs in him years ago but refused to let him crack. Ryan, Ryan might as well be a freak of nature. A thousand years. And only now was he hallucinating that he could smell them, like they were right around the corner. Sure, it won’t kill him on its own, but it sure made him start to wish he were dead. Ryan just never had the gall to follow through with it as Christopher had, instead he’d spent centuries of pure rage and hatred, spitting in his abuser's eye, that had fuelled him to keep him alive. Now he didn’t even have that anymore.

It was then he distinctly turned his head to get a proper look at the stranger rather than just glancing at them from the corner of his of eye, seeing them, as best he could, that smile.

He knew that smile, how did he know that smile? It was familiar, how did he know that smile? It was right there, but it wasn’t. The pain of something ripped away from him ached in him as if someone had literally reached into his chest and ripped out his heart. Nothing. There was nothing there. Watching them closely…

“Who are you?”

MORE THAN ONE THOUSAND YEARS PRIOR (more than one thousand and twelve years to be precise)

Justice smiled at Ryan. The fight hadn't lasted too long. They were checking on the troupe and finally coming back to Ryan cupping his face to kiss him. “You fought so well- I'm proud of you, my darling.” The white and silver feathers fluttered over their back as they purred softly, kissing Ryan's cheeks. “Are you alright?” 

Smiling easily as he felt Justice’s fingers brush over his smooth skin, as their lips pressed to his, hands curving around their angel’s slim waist to pull them just a little closer. “Not a scratch, you know I don’t get nearly as close to the battle as the others.” The beauty of his chosen weapon, that unless the demons marked his spot, he could pick them off. Or they ambushed them, then he had to pull a close combat weapon. He did so prefer his crossbow, so much more convenient to remove them at a distance. “The others?” He was not the only one of concern, he knew that. 

“They're perfectly fine.” They whispered, kissing him deeply, lovingly, cupping his cheek softly. His fingers raked through his hair as the angel settled down, kissing him again softly. Keeping hands off each other was the hard part. The angel nuzzled him. “I know you don't get close, but I still worry, my love.”

Ryan’s back pressed lightly against the alcove as he chuckled low against his mate's lips as their fingers raked through his long hair, it was getting longer. Some would assume he might have a problem growing it so long, but he didn’t, Ryan never had a problem with how feminine he seemed, he personally considered it far more androgynous. If they wanted to see it that way, that was their choice, all that matter to him, was how his mate saw him, how his lovers saw him. Christopher never turned him away, nor did Honesty, Passion, Respect. 

Gasping softly at the way Justice nuzzled against him, Ryan swallowed slightly, whining softly, “Please tell me work time is done?” Work, and personal, they had a line between them for a person. For everyone else, it was different… Fucking the rest of the troupe, it was, whenever, however… But his mate… His mate was different, they were their superior, Justice and Trust had set that boundary from the moment this attraction sparked. Never would they be anything but Justice and Trust when it was work.

“Work is over, darling… are you ready to let me carry our babies, yet?” they teased brushing their lips to his wrapping them both in their large warm wings, hiding him away as their hands wandered lovingly. “Please?”

Groaning playfully, “You aren’t pulling any punches at all today, are you, my love?” Smiling down at them adoringly, his hands running down Gwynn’s body, they had been having this conversation for some time. Neither of them could agree as to who was going to carry their children. Technically, Ryan was supposed to breed with another unit, technically, Justice, was supposed to find Trust, a breeding partner from another unit, but Ryan was never going to agree to that. Gargoyles had to consent to breed, and he didn’t want to breed, not with another gargoyle. Technically, it wasn’t against the edicts to breed with an angel, just with the mortals… so… “It’s easier to get me pregnant, and no one could say you weren’t doing your job, baby, breeding your troupe.” Chuckling, his smile wide, joyful as he brought his lips down to Gwynn’s.

Justice whined, “I know… but I want to be pregnant so badly…” they whined, pressing up to him, attempting to ignore the bickering from Chris and Chenza arguing over training. “I should probably stop that argument.”

Smiling against their lips, shifting to press Gwynn back against their hidden little alcove, after a moment, lifting his head and brushing his hair back to look at those perfect, gorgeous pale eyes of his mate. “Let them figure out their childish bickering, they’ll figure out they like each other sooner or later… Besides… You aren’t Justice right now, remember… You are mine, you are Gwynn.” He rolled his hips against Gwynn’s, all his.

Gwynn sighed and wrapped their arms around him, grinding against him slowly, “all yours.” They murmured, rocking and kissing at his neck softly. This was what they loved and craved every night, wanting to just take him to hide away. “Please…” they whispered to him in his ear.

Sighing as they ground against him, reaching down to lift them up, wrapping their legs wound him as his forehead pressed against theirs… Sighing, “You’re never going to let me win, are you?” Groaning softly with a gentle kiss. Not that either was ready to give in on this little argument, just yet… they could shelve the argument about the bearer of their children for now, they had all the time in the world.

PRESENT DAY

The stranger looked up at him with pale silver eyes, leaning on a cane as they blinked slowly, “My name is Gwynn.” They said truthfully. “I'm in the same boat… I… don't know if I'll be welcomed home, though…” they said, looking over Ryan with an expression that read guilt and heartbreak, along with pain and inner turmoil over something so deep and desperately painful, a feeling Ryan knew.

Ryan, blinked at the stranger with the familiar face he couldn’t place, and now, a name that felt the same. Gwynn, why did that name feel so, so familiar. Why did it hurt so much? What was it about that name that made him want to scream in pure horror… Something, something was very wrong, and it was hurting him, while at the same time… Ryan just felt so empty. Swallowing, his mouth was so dry as he looked at this stranger. His eyes searched the stranger’s face, searching for a lie, searching for the distrust in them, something, anything. If they weren’t to be welcomed home, there had to be a reason. “Why would you not be welcome home?” His words tense, hard, Ryan was just so weary.

Gwynn smiled sadly, “I don't know… if he would want me to come home… I don't know… If he would welcome my touch again after how long I've been gone. Even if he's been the only thing on my mind since I was forced…” they swallowed, the only reason they had pushed through, “I know he was being hurt, but I came back as soon as I could… even if I'm no longer perfect and can't keep up anymore…” their voice shook, and they stepped closer, silver hair draping over their shoulders falling some. 

Ryan’s whole body was tense as this stranger, this Gwynn, moved closer to him. A shiver ran down his spine as they did, he could feel that there was something, something about their face, their name, that he was missing. He could feel it. It was just out of his reach though, like it was being dangled before him, and constantly pulled away further and further so he couldn’t grasp at it. The more he reached, the worse it felt. He pressed back, closer to the pillar, his back right against the cold marble as they stepped closer, but surprisingly… His hand. His hand, that had been so close to the strangers, had not moved… He was not afraid.

“Then I suppose the real question, or questions, are why you left, and what kept you away from him for so long?”

Gwynn's lip quivered, “I was… taken, I got away, and I've been healing… he likely thought I died… I couldn't get a message to tell him I would be back… He was my whole reason for pulling through… and he doesn't know.” He offered a sad smile, moving back against the pillar, head leaned back as he looked up, his silver mask shimmering. “I love him… I always will.” He sighed, hand still near his.

Head tilting back against the pillar, the faux stone gargoyle mask shielding his face, even as his eyes stung as he thought about, about… Justice. They had died. The thought that if they had lived and gone to hide somewhere to heal, that they might be no better than all the other angels, leaving him to rot here. Left him, while he’d been tortured, sexually assaulted, ripped apart, and just broken down by one of Justice’s very brethren, while they were nothing but healing? No. No. Justice was dead. Justice was dead. They would never have done that to him, they were not like the other angels, and never would have been. His Justice had had the purest of souls, it was why Ryan had fallen in love with them. “Then you will be prepared to wait. If he is worth it, you will wait.” His teeth gritted in an almost growl as a few traitorous tears spilled behind his mask.

“I would wait another thousand years if it made him happy…” they whispered under their breath. “I fought my way to come back to him. I can wait… if that will bring him peace.” they whispered, “I can't forgive myself for being gone.”

Eyes closed as Ryan fought to calm himself, pushed everything aside and just, distanced himself from… everything…

He was done… he couldn’t handle this conversation anymore. If he kept talking about it, it was going to end badly, he could feel himself start to shake, his thumb brushing along the side of the stranger's without thinking. It was the way he’d unconsciously reach out for Christopher, or Justin at times. Most days, if he didn’t shut down and step back when things went too far, he could explode, sure made fighting demons and training helpful. “Fuck, talk about something else, anything else. Quick, your favorite drink.” The question slipped from his tongue, despite knowing he would likely judge them for it.

Gwynn smiled sadly, “Mead… sweet mead… and whiskey if it's a decent enough age-” he murmured, gently rubbing his thumb against his. Warmth radiated from the point of contact, soothing and adoring. They let out a soft noise, feeling Ryan's skin against theirs… heavenly relief, letting out a breath they didn't realize they were holding. “What about yours?”

Ryan tensed at the mead, sweet mead, he couldn’t touch it, it was so out of phase in the modern world. Even if he was currently dressed as if he were going to a renaissance faire, and it would be found in abundance, he didn’t find it many places, and he was glad of that, it made him sick. He couldn’t tell you why. Just the thought made him frown right now. Why did mead make him ill so badly, when for some reason he was sure he enjoyed the taste once? Why? Why couldn’t he remember? Just the thought caused a surge of panic to grip him, no, no that didn’t make any sense.

Whiskey, that, was more popular in the modern era, even the aged works, taking in a deep breath, Ryan smirked at the thought, thinking about his forays in the bar. “I can do with a good whiskey these days. Ricky, the bar owner here, he ah, he has some wicked vintages. I like to put him through his paces and try to trip him up sometimes, little shit is good with coming through with the goods too.” His low, almost laugh was rough, like the sound of honest enjoyment was something he didn’t use all that often anymore… and it wasn’t.

They smiled softly, looking him over, “Always lovely to have a good bartender who knows his alcohol.” they mused, playing with a strand of their silver hair. “Favorite brand?” he questioned softly, eyes gentle as they looked him over, “Mine doesn’t exist as a company anymore, sadly-”

The gargoyle shuddered, his body rebelling against a truth right in front of him that his mind had been poisoned against and his soul was literally screaming out for. Unfortunately, thanks to more than a thousand years past, and most of those being at the hands of an abuser that enjoyed malicious mind games, there wasn’t much of Ryan left that was the man Gwynn had left behind. He didn’t even look as he once did. The tall, lean, proudly androgynous, feminine yet masculine, man, had thrown it all away for the bulky super masculine man before him. Ryan didn’t want to think about why. Favourite brand… “I don’t… I don’t have one.” He didn’t have favorite things. They always got ruined. Taken from him, tainted, so he could never truly enjoy them ever again. So he found ways to just… not.

Gwynn wouldn’t lie, seeing Ryan now broke their heart so fully… they couldn’t stand it. He was… gone. Maybe a glimmer here and there. This is why the other angels tried to keep them from returning. This is why. They wanted them to keep the past version of Ryan… where he was sweet… happy… and carefree. Not the hardened shell of their mate… But Ryan is their mate. They would never leave his side. They loved Ryan, no matter what would happen. What he had become.

“Well there must be something you prefer drinking than most.” they said warmly.

Ryan considered it for a second, he could think of a few different bottles he had rather enjoyed, he wouldn’t mind getting his hands on again at some point. He had noticed one brand Ricky seemed to favor, he wondered if he thought that was his favourite? Frowning slightly, not sure what that meant as he considered it, though, of course… that just got stuck in his throat almost choking him when he tried to voice it. Parting his lips trying to speak… His voice catching until he sighed, a heavy break, his head turning, and his cheek pressed against the pillar… He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t say it… His thumb brushed against the other’s for unconscious comfort.

“I can’t, please, he takes everything I enjoy.” He had been gone for a century, and Ryan still felt him breathing down his neck, like he’d turn the corner, and he’d be right there. That he’d feel the force of his voice pushing his body to change so he could do whatever he wanted with him.

“Okay. That’s totally fine.” they promised, who was he? But they wouldn’t push. They couldn’t do that. Ryan didn’t need them breathing down his throat wanting to know everything… there would be time enough for that later. “Tell me… What kind of music do you dance to?”

Snorting, there was that rough, unused amusement again, where was that joyful man he had once been? “Me, dance? Look at me? I have two left feet, I am a bumbling oaf. I could hardly dance. I would absolutely dance, only I would break both of those delicate feet.” Twitching as the words came out, they came from a different voice in his head, he felt like he was going to be sick, and he wanted to whine, but he could never give him the satisfaction. He never gave in. That was why he looked the way he did. He wanted him to be more feminine, so Ryan would swing the complete opposite end of the spectrum, and forced himself, in every way, to be as masc as physically possible. Right down to favouring the most brutal and crudest weapon he had, and oh, he was a master with it now. No one escaped his six-foot-long war hammer when his swung, the power behind it, was beyond a sword, or a dagger, his was brute force.

Gwynn nodded leaning their head back, “I would let you lead the dance.” they admitted still touching Ryan’s hand, “But I do understand it’s not for everyone.” Where was the man who used to dance with them in the moonlight…? Oh, they missed him… but this was their mate. Forever. Their mate. “Why don’t we go… get a drink?”

Ryan waited for a moment, just a moment, just letting his body rest against the pillar. Taking in a deep breath, closing his eyes, holding that breath, and letting it out. Whether he realized it or not, his senses were zeroing in, focused on that one little point of contact with this stranger, this Gwynn. The warmth that was spreading through his skin tingled, as his thumb brushed over theirs, shivering almost at the touch. Swallowing, he, he steeled himself though as his eyes opened, dark in the room… “Yes, a drink sounds good.”

As he stood from the pillar, Ryan paused, glancing at them, eyeing the cane, “Do you need help to the bar?” Through all these people?”

They looked up, and leaned on their cane, and nodded, “I haven’t been on my feet for long… maybe a few days…” they sighed, taking his arm to walk with him stiffly to the bar. They eased onto a bar stool and leaned their head back, showing a sliver of a deep red scar. “Thank you,” they said gently, smiling at him gratefully, their silver eyes beyond the mask melancholic. 

When the bartender walked by, they ordered two whiskeys, the oldest currently available. “I hope you don’t mind me ordering for you- I didn’t think about it.” they admitted sheepishly.

With that scar, Ryan was surprised they were walking at all, so naturally, he accepted when they clung slightly to his arm as he walked them to the bar, and eased onto a stool. He perched onto one of the stools himself, his feet easily meeting the floor, he was shorter than the other gargoyles, but he was still massive for the mortal clientele of the bar. Before he could even be annoyed that it wasn’t Ricky behind the bar, he knew it wasn’t, but being reminded of that face, Gwynn was already ordering, and he glanced to them. Raising an eyebrow at the apology, huffing slightly. “You’re fine, my standing order almost, Ricky usually just pours out a shot or what’s good for me. Sometimes he likes to try new things for me, see how I like them.” Pausing… “This guy is probably going to pour us water.” The civilian whiskey.

The whiskey was served and not watered down, Ricky had instructed them not to mess with his alcohols, watering them down or otherwise. Gwynn took a glass smelling and smiled, “Smells safe.” they teased, head tilted, offering their glass. “To home.”

Ryan reached for the glass, when he said water, he hadn’t meant watering it down, he meant, not one of Ricky’s special bottles. The kind that lately he was sure Ricky was trying to either impress him, or find a liquor finally he couldn’t take. Either way, he certainly had shared some good vintages with him so far. Lifting the glass to Gwynn, “To home, may yours accept you.” Perhaps Ryan would be able to learn to breathe without his at some point… not that he had in over a thousand years so far.

“I hope your home finds you again.” they murmured, taking a sip as he looked thoughtful.

[littleferal]

Softly

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader

A/N Rudy knows how to take care of you when you’re too tired for sex but still want it. This was inspired by @yeyinde ’s utterly fantastic body electric, and @sprout-fics equally wonderful afterburn. I’ve set this in the morning after and we are entirely ignoring the fact that sex would totally be off limits this soon after xD It can be read as post everyone x f!reader but I strongly recommend going and reading both pieces :) I just wanted to explore how everyone would be with reader after it all, and how it might start.

Although not yet written this is placed after Soap x f!reader and Alejandro x f!reader - we pick up after Alejandro’s turn. Sorry I’m jumping right in the middle of my thought, you’re gonna have to try to keep up a smidge 😅 If I can wrangle the brain I’ll also write their pieces but of course I wrote the sweetest first <3 There’s some Alejandro x f!reader at the start, then some Alejandro x reader x Rudy, but this is predominately Rudy x f!reader.

Shout out to @0celestialbitch0 for checking my spanish, thank you my sweet 💕

Rating explicit Word Count 3635 words. Warnings m/f/m, two partners and mention of more, unprotected vaginal/penetrative sex, having so much sex it makes you sleepy, fluff fluff fluff because Rudy is the sweetest

🔞🔞 This work contains explicit adult content and is intended for audiences over the age of eighteen. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older, have read the content and warnings and wish to proceed 🔞🔞

Your limbs are leaden. They anchor you to the cot, the aftermath of the aftermath finally catching up on you.

It’s not, you realise slowly, the press of Alejandro above you that’s keeping you in place, nor is it gravity; it’s just the dull weight of your own body, muscles relaxed after so much attention.

“You still with us?” Alejandro’s accent is velvet on you. One of his hands leaves your hip to rise and span the side of your neck. Letting the fingers dig in slightly, he tilts your face upwards to his. “Hmm? ¿Bonita? All tired out now?”

Yes.

No.

Neither comes out, just a soft hum as your fingers grip his shirt, and the strands of hair at the base of his neck. He tips his head back ever so slightly at the grip, teeth bared in a grin that you return.

You feel so good. Sated, heavy, and like you could just lie here for hours with his weight on you. In you.

You tug on him instead until he leans back down over you with a deep chuckle, noses knocking as you chase a kiss he won’t quite give you. Instead, his smile is a press against your lips, tongue peeking out to tease then escaping away until he finally holds your face in both hands and kisses you fully. You sigh into it, and hold him closer to you, trying to drag him down, down. Like if you kissed him hard enough he’d join you where you are in your daze.

Rodolfo is over Alejandro’s shoulder. He comes into your vision as your head tilts to the side, a sign Alejandro takes to pepper your neck in kisses. The blunt drag of his teeth has you shaking lightly as Rudy steps up.

You reach for him and he comes to you like you’ve beckoned him into your arms, within reach in one broad stride. His touch is light as his fingers thread into your hair at your temple, his thumb rubbing comforting sweeps over and over. When he talks his voice is as soft as his touch.

“¿Cariño? How are you?” For him, you try.

“Goo- good Rudy,” your voice weaker than it had been earlier.

At that Alejandro rolls his hips into you. It’s a lazy roll, little intent behind it other than to pull a few more sparks of pleasure from you. You gasp, ankles locking again around Alejandro’s waist, his teeth pressing firm at your neck with a wolfish grin.

“Si, she’s good. Our chica bonita is so good.” There’s pride in his tone - deep and warm and it blossoms something in your chest so you hold Alejandro a little tighter. His smile feels softer against your skin.

“You need to rest?” Rudy asks, pulling your attention back to him.

You do. You really do. A whole night’s sleep and now it seems you can only take two of them before feeling tired again. But Rudy is right there, and the pull you feel towards him is undeniable, equal to the man on top of you.

You shake your head, then no to make yourself clear. Want you too, to be sure. A smile breaks on Rudy’s face at that, sunshine and bright and you just want to be closer to him for that alone.

Finding strength, you reach up and hold Rudy’s hand, your fingers just about linking in his to pull his touch fuller. He cups your face with it, gentle eyes assessing you like he has so many times before but never like this, never in these circumstances. He looks over your expression, your reactions to both men, every little move you make.

“Si. You have me.”

Alejandro yields you with a huff of a laugh, pressing one final kiss to your temple on the other side before pulling away.

“Take good care of her Rudy.”

When he pulls out you miss it instantly - the soreness you feel only seems to be soothed by the thickness of a cock in you, and a small moan slips between your teeth. Your reaction brings a smug smile to Alejandro’s face and tempts him down to kiss you again, your sudden gasp as two of his fingers press into you swallowed by him.

“Keep it there, ¿si bonita?”

You can only nod a mumbled yes, trying to chase sensations as they slip away from you, your fingers clinging to his shirt. But Alejandro steps back leaving you empty, in emptiness. Your whine does nothing to call him back to you, his smile not faltering for a second, although you think the self-satisfied pride almost drops into something kinder. Only Rodolfo’s voice quietly calling your name pulls your attention away.

In your peripheral Alejandro slides his two slicked fingers into his mouth with a smirk, then Rudy steps forward and he’s all you can see.

His gaze is soft and kind, eyes liquid, as his hands trace over your form. As if he’s mapping every sore spot you have before he moves, soothing you with gentle hushes when you whimper at a pain point, all the brighter for the contrast to his kindness.

Rudy’s touch is a balm after Soap and Alejandro’s enthusiasm. Somehow every light caress of his fingers over you begins to soothe - just the right pressure, in the right places, and you relax deeper and deeper into each touch, almost forgetting the deep throb between your legs that says more with every heartbeat.

It almost feels like exaltation. Its hushed prayers said at an altar, asking for forgiveness before stealing away to commit sins. Its promises dripped in honey, sweet and smooth.

Up your legs, skirting your thighs along the outside, and then up to tug Soap’s oversized shirt back down your body.

“Let’s keep you warm, si?” He murmurs - as if in way of explaining - before his hands soothe down both your sides. A final check, a reassurance for himself that you seem to pass.

“Can you sit up for me cariño?”

“No, no,” the words fall from between your lips, tongue slipping as you try to form your thoughts. “Rudy I’m too tired- too tired to ride you.”

“Está bien,” he murmurs in gentle tones, firm hands rubbing over your shoulders and thick fingers into the tension in your neck. “I’ll do all the work. Promesa.”

It’s the look in his eyes - too kind and soft, pleading with a promise of more care to come - that has you moving towards him. You nod and Rudy’s smile brightens.

Alejandro helps you as you try to push yourself up. His hands are firmer against your back than Rudy’s, and it brings a sharp laugh to the top of your throat - that you now know what all their hands feel like on your body. That you can tell them apart blind. Your mind skitters to other thoughts, replaying the previous night then—

“Easy, easy,” Rudy soothes, perhaps taking your bitten-off noise as a sign of your soreness. To reassure him you loop your arms around his neck and kiss it, trusting Alejandro to ease your weight up as you lean against Rudy’s chest. Your legs splay awkwardly under you at the shift and it takes some uncomfortable shuffling until you’re settled - legs on either side of Rudy’s hips in a sore stretch, but pressed comfortably against the man and in his lap.

Behind you Alejandro tuts. “It’s all gonna leak out,” he grumbles, his hand slipping between your legs from behind, fingers gently nudging at your sore pussy to push his and Soap’s cum back into you. You hiss at the surprise intrusion, head dropping with a dull thump against Rudy’s chest. Alejandro’s touch softens.

Rudy takes his time acknowledging Alejandro’s comment. Instead - sooner than any of them - his hands are gentle on your face and lifting it. He watches your expression as it shifts with Alejandro’s touch, before speaking in muted tones to the older man that you don’t quite catch. His eyes never leave yours.

“Que romántico eres,” comes Alejandro’s reply, deep and humoured.

“Si,” is all Rudy says.

Then he’s kissing you.

He takes his time with it, languid and luxurious. No rush to be anywhere but here. It shoots a thought into your head, sharp then smoke curling - how a part of him must have just ached last night, that you weren’t kissed as much as you should have been. Because that’s what it feels like - like he’s making up for kisses you haven’t had.

Rudy kisses you like it’s your first time and your last, cradling your face in his hands as he does it as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held. His lips are soft as they press against yours, the pads of his thumbs rubbing callous-rough over your cheeks. A kiss here, then he moves. A kiss to the corner of your mouth, your cheeks, each eye then your forehead.

He’s all warmth and soft touches, it feels like slipping into a warm bath after a long day, every part of you warmed and relaxing. And when he slips his tongue into your mouth the sensation pulls at you like a lapping tide. Over and over you rock up against him, lulled and content.

“Hermosa chica,” Alejandro groans somewhere to your side at the scene, his voice deep with awe. His fingers stroke down your neck and you tremble and whine at the praise, leaning your head in his direction. But you just can’t seem to unmoor yourself from Rodolfo.

With a shift, Rudy takes your attention back from Alejandro. He bands his arms around your waist and ass as he rises on his knees, kissing his way down your neck to gently suckle at the love bite there. Every time you whine at the bruise he laps his tongue over it, alternating with gentle kisses and the odd nip that makes a smile bloom. And when you’re distracted with it there’s a shuffle, and then his cock is bare, thick, and warm between your legs and pressing between your slick folds as you both settle again.

The press of him has you gasping, but you rock against it all the same - like an itch that’s only better when it’s scratched, it hurts and soothes all at once. So you chase the pleasure.

“This ok cariño?”

Your head is hazy with it all - the thin line between pain and pleasure blurring and mixing until it’s both, each as rich as the other and just as intoxicating.

“Yeah— Yes. So good.”

Rudy helps, but even so the exertion would have been worth the small groans it pulls from him. Groans that are echoed deeper by Alejandro, muting the wet sounds that aren’t only coming from between your bodies.

The slick of Soap and Alejandro’s cum eases the way, your poor pussy still sore from the beard burn Price gave you. It pushes through your puffy folds, stinging and soothing in equal hot-cold measures, never enough to make you want to stop.

“That’s it, ir poco a poquito,” Rudy murmurs to you, hands warm and guiding the roll of your hips on top of him. Each roll burns you up, feverish and more sensitive than you've ever felt.

“¿Que esperas hermano?” Alejandro questions. Rudy huffs hot breath against your skin at the comment.

“Siempre apuras estas cosas,” comes his grumbled reply. ”Nuestra chica necesita lenta,” said with a kiss to your neck.

”Nuestra chica—” Alejandro begins to repeat back at Rudy, then, “Bonita, what do you want?” He comes into your vision again. Hair sticking up from where you must have pulled it, the thought sticking muddy in your head that you’d marked him somewhat too. Then, “Hmm? More?” he asks, firmly pressing against your clit with spit-slick fingers, and your mind blanks with a jolt.

The yes bursts from you before you can catch it, even as your hand snaps down to grab Alejandro’s wrist. It’s out and Rudy pulls you tight into him. Protective, possessive, this was his time with you, and guilt pangs in your chest - despite muddled thoughts you can still feel Alejandro pulling one way and Rudy the other.

“I liked it Rudy, really,” your voice wobbles as you reassure him. “You’re so good— sweet, to me.” And that’s the truth.

He only smiles indulgently against your neck.

“This is what you want, hermosa. Just that.” He finds your eyes when he says it, and the sincerity calms you and builds you up at the same time. Rudy’s hand is on your cheek, so you tell him more, breathless but sure, before taking his thumb into your mouth. Something flickers in Rudy’s eyes at your action, his breath caught before it escapes in a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl.

“Joder!— I— Cariño—” Then he’s kissing you again. Needier, sharper than before, his teeth catching on your soft lips before he pulls back and kisses the spot in apology.

“More hermosa chica? Yeah?” He asks, trailing kisses down your neck and rutting up into you like he can’t quite control himself. It makes you dizzy with his sudden enthusiasm, sharp and bright flashes of pleasure shooting up and down your spine.

“Please,” you moan against his forehead, now holding his face in your hands to keep him close, rolling your hips against his. Unsure if it’s to move away or closer.

“Ok. I got you.”

Rudy lifts you with ease, his gun-calloused hands digging into your thighs. You whine at the loss of his heat, absentmindedly still rocking your hips until he moves to hold you with one arm secure under your ass. When you still he lines himself up with your entrance, smearing mixed slick along your puffy folds before pressing gently against you.

“Tranquilo cariño. Hmm? Go slow. Easy.” He makes sure to find your eyes as he says it. They’re liquid warmth and you know you’re safe.

Your thighs tremble, and your forehead knocks against his.

You inhale.

You exhale.

You nod.

“Please Rudy.”

He lowers you back down and you can’t help the moan that bubbles out of your throat.

It’s like being able to breathe again after near drowning - your throat hurts, your head spins, but you move regardless.

Smooth and you’re liquid against Rudy, dropping your forehead to his shoulder and moaning into the bunched fabric there. It chafes and irritates, and you use what energy you have when he lifts you again to pull it back with one hand, breathing relief and relaxing against his warm skin.

“Like this?”

“Yes, yes. Like this Rudy.”

Slow.

Easy.

Good.

You rock together until Rodolfo finds perfect time, lifting you up then sinking you back down onto him to the hilt, effortless in his strength. The man is bloody perfect. You tell him so, between the little gasps he pushes from you. “You’re good Rudy…So— so good. Fuuuuuck—” The way he fits in your sore cunt, it’s just the right amount of pressure, just the right friction. You cry out, twisting in his hold at how beautifully overwhelming it is.

“See?” Comes Alejandro’s gravel-rough voice as he shifts closer, “Our girl likes it like this.”

You bare your teeth in a smile at Alejandro’s comment, but would bite down on him if the man was close enough. Instead you hold Rudy tighter, clinging to him as he lifts you up on your knees then lowers you again in a perfect slide that has sparks skittering behind your eyelids.

It’s not like anything any of them have done for you. Last night was drunken pleasure, only sobered by the things you did. They all gave as much as they took, but this—

Rudy cups the back of your head as he moves you single-handedly. It only strays to thread through your hair, fingers massaging into your scalp before he has to move it down to hold you. His grip is firm, but it’s closer to being held than moved. He’s sweet and you just know he’s giving you everything, the thought urging you to hold his face and kiss him.

So you do.

Rudy was watching you as he slowly fucked up into you - even though he couldn’t see your face you realise this as you lean back to look at him and find his eyes already on you. They’re glazed over and soft, but attentive bright as you move toward him. You don’t give him a chance to speak before pulling his lips to yours.

It’s messy and not your best kiss. Every heavy slide of him into you has your mouth opening on soft moans and whimpers, eyebrows scrunched with the confusing blend of pleasure and pain. He chuckles warmly as you try to kiss him at the same time, nuzzling his nose against yours then dragging it up to kiss your forehead.

“No, no,” you mumble, trying to pull Rudy back down. “I…I was kissing you.” He comes back down to you with no complaints, settling you heavy in his lap, using one hand to pull you both back together. He seems no more urgent in his kisses than when he first started, but they feel headier for the heft of his cock in you.

“You can have both,” he says with a smile against your lips, tilting his head to kiss you deeper just as his hips rock up again. It sparks something and you realise suddenly you can come from this alone - the pressure of him filling you, rubbing insistent deep in you as his tongue slips over yours. You clench and he groans, rutting up harder.

“Rudy…” You don’t know exactly what you’re asking for but you need him.

“What? What is it cariño?” He doesn’t stop when he asks, holding your face gently in both hands, barely a breath from you as he presses in, in, in. It makes you curl in, one hand clinging to his shirt, the other seeking your clit.

Alejandro says something, an exchange in Spanish that goes over your head, followed by the warmth of his hands on your waist.

“You should have said,” Rudy murmurs. Then his thumb is on your clit, wet with spit and smearing it in deft little circles.

It barely takes anything until you break with a soft cry. More gentle than any time you’ve come in the past twelve hours, but it still leaves you shaking in his hold. Rudy soothes you through it, hushing your little gasps with kisses and gentle rocks until you finally settle against his chest.

“Easy mi cariño, easy.” He still twitches in the tight clutch of your cunt, but doesn’t press you for more. Instead, he sweeps the sweat-stuck strands of hair from your face and rubs soothingly against your skin under your shirt. Alejandro moves into a space somewhere behind you too, his warmth a presence at your back like a blanket being placed over you.

The smell of three men comes to you as you even out your breathing with deep inhales.

It’s Soap first from his clothes sticking to you; warm and pink peppercorns, clean Scottish pine, and the moss of the forest. He’s citrus bright tempered by an equally sharp wit and kindness, and you smile into the neckline of his hoodie as the memory of him this morning floats over.

Alejandro is next as he presses himself against your side, moving your hair back to find more spaces to kiss you. He’s spiced sandalwood and frankincense, sweetened by oudh and cut by the alcohol still lingering around him. When he lazily slips his tongue into your mouth for a kiss, you swallow down on the feeling of honeyed whiskey. He makes you dizzy with it.

Then finally Rodolfo as he brings your face back around to him. His warmth is gentle - honeysuckle candles and the soft smell of salt-tinged wildflowers on the coast. You trace patterns absentmindedly against his neck as you breathe his scent in stronger until it calms your heartbeat, soothed by his hands on you, cupping your head to him and strong at your lower back.

As you come back down you realise. “You… you didn’t…?” You’re hazy with fatigue, but still sure on this.

“It’s ok.”

“Rudy—,” you start but he gently cuts you off.

“Está bien cariño.” He says it with such kindness, and although it has to be - you’re truly too sore and spent now for anything - you know he means it honestly.

So instead, “remind me to give you a blowjob later,” you promise him before settling against his chest.

It doesn’t take too long before the pressure of Rudy’s cock in you becomes heavy and bright.

“Too much.” You don’t think he’s heard you, heavily turning your head to try and speak again against his ear.

“¿Qué?”

“Too much,” you repeat, whine dropping to a soft moan as you try to lift yourself up, your thighs trembling and protesting the effort.

Rudy understands. With gentle hands he lifts you up from his lap again, slow and smooth until he slips from you with an exhale, air hissing through his teeth. You miss the fullness of him and you don’t.

“Better?” His voice is against your chin, lips finding and pressing to your cheek in adoration as you lower back into his lap. You hum your reply against his ear - yes - pressing your face down onto his shoulder again.

You find yourself once more weighed down by your own body. Sleep pulls and tugs at you and you let it, wrapped around Rudy and safe in his embrace. The last thing you’re conscious of is the sweet murmurs of both men, and two sets of hands soothing over you.

[specialinterestshows]

Get ready to answer an unexpected call in this section of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Betting mention, social/phone anxiety

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 31 of ?): Meet And Greet

“Hey, is everything okay?” you answer your phone anxiously.

Upon feeling the insistent vibration in your pocket, you had checked your phone to see an incoming call from “Mami” on your screen and excused yourself from your small gathering of friends to take the call out of earshot. This was the first time she had called you out of the blue and you had no idea what to expect.

“Everything’s fine,” Rhea’s voice assured you, “Better than fine, actually.”

You faintly heard some excited chatter in the background.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“The Judgment Day is going to be in your city next month!” Rhea says, putting on her best announcer impression before returning to her usual voice, “And I got you a backstage pass.”

“Really?” you can’t suppress the excitement in your voice.

“Yes, really,” she chuckled, “Damian and Finn want to meet you. And Dom” - she said his name and the rest of the statement a bit louder and in a way that makes you think he’s somewhere near wherever she is - “wants to apologize for how he acted when you first met.”

More chatter in the background, still unintelligible.

“Here, I’m going to hand him the phone,” she said suddenly. Your anxiety spiked slightly and before you could respond, there was a loud shuffling noise and a small cough, followed by “um, hey.”

“Hey,” you reply, trying to sound casual.

“This is Dom,” he said, after a pause in which the only sound you heard was your slightly panicked heartbeat.

“Yeah, Rhe mentioned,” you kept your voice level, unsure if his hesitation was from embarrassment, jealousy, or genuine regret.

“Well, uh… I’m sorry for threatening you. That wasn’t okay.” Dominik said before a small pause, “Oof! Oh, and sorry for the uh, slut-shaming.”

“No worries,” you respond, eager to end the interaction, “I appreciate the apology” - even if it wasn’t genuine, you thought.

More shuffling noises, and you think you faintly hear “Priest!”

“Hey, chica,” a new, lower voice comes on the line, “It’s Damian. Can’t wait to meet the woman who brought Rhea out of the closet - and helped put $50 in my hand while you were at it.”

“Bastard,” you hear faintly before the Northern Irish accent cuts to scuffling and comes back on the line, louder this time, “I’m going to be direct, lass: You owe me $50.”

A sudden light behind you makes you turn to the open door one of your friends is holding open.

“Just checking in,” they whisper upon seeing you on the phone, “Who are you talking to?”

I don’t know, you mouth, holding the phone slightly further from your ear as - presumably - Rhea’s phone loudly changed hands in one way or another.

“Sorry, babe,” the Australian lilt greeted your ears again, relaxing you, “Everything between those two is a competition, I swear.”

“No worries,” you smile, giving your friend a silent thumbs up. They smile, nod, and close the door behind them.

“Anyway, I’ll message you all the details about next month later,” Rhea circled back, “And don’t worry, you don’t owe Finn anything; it was really just a matter of time before the money was Damian’s.”

The both of you laugh.

“I have to head out,” she says, “Talk to you later, beautiful.”

“See ya, Rhe,” you respond before pulling the phone away from your ear.

Taking a moment to process the call, you hang back a bit longer before heading back to your group of friends. You were nervous about seeing the entirety of the Judgment Day face-to-face, but you couldn’t wait to see Rhea again. At least Damian seemed to like you.

“That was her, wasn’t it?” one of them said when you rejoined the group, causing the others to “Oooo!” in unison. A few laughed and you felt your face get warmer.

“You’ve got it bad, girl,” someone said upon seeing you get flustered.

“Well hey, sex with someone who’s that strong is probably amazing, right?” another asked before exaggerating a pout, “Not that you’d tell us.”

“C’mon, stop,” you say, stretching out the last word and smiling to yourself.

The topic changed, but your smile remained. In a few weeks, you would be in Rhea’s arms again and the wait would be worth it.

[end part thirty-one of ?]

Part 32: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726763089141334016/absolute-smokeshow-part-32-of-backstage-rage

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Tag List (thank you!)

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[monty-glasses-roxy]

Do you have any evidence of Roxy playing with the plushes in her room? Mostly because I would like to see it

Okay so I don't have like. The most concrete evidence in the world here, I'm mostly just looking at the environment and thinking about what it says about the characters and stuff. With that said, I'm also not the only one that noticed this (can't remember where I've seen people mention it before but I know I've seen this around a few times in fics and posts and stuff) so I dunno take this as you will

The idea Roxy plays with her plushies comes maingly from how the plushies in her room are arranged and a little from how her plushies are in the most random ass places sometimes. I don't know if there's more locations than the ones I'm about to show you because I don't have the game and can't just wander around looking for them, but here's what I know for sure!

First, Roxy's room!

Roxy's room is the only one of all four rooms on Rockstar Row to have the plushies arranged somewhat properly and not just left strewn about the place. Most importantly though, some of them are placed in ways that make it look like they're doing something. Here's the screenshots of all the ones in there:

So there's two sat nicely against the base of the kids motorbike ride, with one looking out the window and one looking towards the vanity table. Then there's one sat at a racing arcade cabinet as if it's playing it. There's two laid on the couch like they're taking a nap or just relaxing. There's one on the table either watching the one playing the game or maybe doing some imaginary other thing. There's another on the table, lying face up with a bunch of wrenches, a little shampoo bottle and a helmet so small it's the perfect size for the plushie next to it. Then you have one plushie driving the go-kart and running over another plushie from behind.

Yeah, the ones on the couch might be a little bit of a stretch, but some of these just kinda make it look like Roxy intentionally put them there to display them or to set a scene up. Like the table could be a pretend parts and services or something, hence why ones lying on its back with all the wrenches and stuff. They all just seem a lot less randomly placed, ya know? I think it's pretty cute ngl!

And then you have the Roxy plushies in weird places! Here are the ones I noticed (again, I don't have the game so these are screenshotted from videos I found):

Gonna quickly explain this one by saying I misremembered it a little bit, but it's still relevant. This random little room in the loading docks area, with nothing but a Sunnydrop poster, a staffbot staring at the door and two wet floor bots, has the Glam Roxy plush collectible in it. Bit of a weird placement given Roxy is literally never in this area to my knowledge and this is typically Chica's territory, so it makes me wonder what the hell it's doing in this werid ass room. An old idea was that Chica was playing with the plushies one day and stuck her in Gay Baby Jail or something.

Though, now I'm looking at it, if Roxy put it there, you could see it as leaving a plush down there to keep these guys company or for them to protect her or somethig? I dunno. A bit sad if she put herself in Gay Baby Jail though lmao but anyway...

This one is located in the Kid's Cove boat! I'm pretty sure that aside from the Golden Sunny plush and regular Moon plushie collectibles, this is the only plushie in Kid's Cove. Which is to say this is the only plushie I noticed that was actually visible. Given the light from the left is from a TV screen playing nothing but static (what's up with that??), this plushie was having a movie night or something. Or someone's living in the Cove. Or Roxy's made herself a secret hideout in the Cove. I dunno, but you see how the little drinks can is within the plushie's reach and all the... maybe sweets near its feet? I dunno whats going on with the shoes and the tiny Roxy mask, maybe there was a dress-up thing going on, who knows? I dunno if this is Cassie's secret hideout and she was playing with a Roxy plushie but regardless! This is a weird ass place for a Roxy plushie when everything else around there is Sunny and Moon themed!

Oh yeah and there's also another itty bitty helmet off screen to the right. Maybe the story is that this Roxy was driving the boat but it sunk or something? I dunno. I'm convinced those tiny helmets are for the plushies or some other toy cause there's a height limit on the go-karts they are not letting babies drive go-karts lmao

These two are in the dressing room style area thing of the Superstar Theatre. There's a good few plushies dotted around here but look! The one on the right is keeping the endo company! :)

Anyway, I don't know where the others are. I know there's a good few of her plushies just fucking everywhere in weird places and someone had to put them there, right? Her room having them all arranged like that is the only reason I would think Roxy's putting her own plushies everywhere though. I just think it's kinda cute that they usually seem very deliberately placed there by someone and given the whole murder scene going on in her room, Roxy seems the most likely culprit lmao

[darknessofroses]

Doll Gator

Apologies for not doing this again, lots of stuff I need to focus on. But here's another t-fic crossover between Digital Circus and Security Breach

Summary: Ragatha and Monty enjoy spending time with one another and decide to tickle each other because why not

Lee/Ler/Switch Ragatha

Lee/Ler/Switch Monty

Ragatha was in Monty Golf standing at the entrance thinking about this new place that she is now in. She hasn't been everywhere in this pizzaplex, but she's planning to explore more when she has the time. This pizzaplex, it's very colorful and cool wherever she and the others had gone. The child that had found them when they had appeared, Gregory, was very nice. Freddy, when he introduced him and his friends, was also very nice and he seemed very sweet as well. Chica, she seemed very excited to know that there were new friends here. Roxy, she reminded her of Zooble a bit, they were both chill. And Monty, he was very friendly and she and him were friends. She heard about a Dj from Caine and Bubble, Freddy said he was a nice fellow, I guess she could take his word for it. And the 2 daycare attendants, Sun and Moon, were very funny in their own way.

Ragatha then wondered what her friends were up to. She felt bad for Pomni, the poor thing must be taking all of this pretty hard. Hope Pomni gets used to it eventually. Jax must be having the time of his life here. Caine and Bubble were ecstatic as usual. Zooble must be liking it, Kinger… was Kinger, and Gangle is whatever mood the mask is, so maybe she’s happy or sad. But the others that Freddy mentioned must be keeping them company. Ragatha then saw Monty strumming his guitar and got an idea.

"Hey Monty!" a voice called out. Monty then turned and there was Ragatha. "Oh hey Ragatha! How's it going?" he said. Ragatha said "I'm doing good! I have an idea that I think we'll both enjoy!" Monty raised his eyebrows in interest "Oh? And what would that be?" Ragatha giggled and said "We can tickle each other! If you want to, of course!" Monty was taken by surprise but he thought 'Why not' so he nodded.

"Great!" Ragatha then wiggled her fingers on Monty's sides. Monty giggled at his sensitivity and the light touch that Ragatha had on him. "Yohohohou are prehehehetty good ahahat theheheis" he said while giggling. Ragatha smiled "Well, yes, that's true. I've had some experience after all. Mostly with Jax. But you are very sensitive Monty" She then moved her fingers up to his armpits. This must have been his most sensitive spot as he started to laugh.

"HAHAHAHHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHA" Monty laughed. Ragatha giggled alongside him "Wow, this must be a very sensitive spot! Your laughter is so cute!" Monty couldn't respond as he was laughing to much "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE" Ragatha then stopped her tickling by only a bit by going to his stomach. "Is that better?" she asked. He giggled again and nodded as it was better. "Good! Would you like me to stop?" she then asked a minute later. He nodded again "Yehehehehes, plehehehehehease!"

Ragatha then stopped. "How was that?" Monty breathed heavily for a good minute before answering. Monty said "That was good. You are a very good tickler. Should I tickle you now?" Ragatha nodded "Yeah! It only seems fair. I tickle you and you tickle me!" Monty nodded in return and started to tickle her sides. "EEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE" Ragatha started laughing and lightly kicking her legs. Monty smiled as he knew his claws were sensitive to her and others, he even liked her laugh, it was a bit sweet. He then wiggled her fingers over her belly, which made her squeal and laugh more "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA" Ragatha had made some cute noises while laughing.

Monty then stopped his tickling with a simple wiggle on her armpit which made her squeal. "Eek, wow, that was pretty good Monty, your fingers are so tickly." Ragatha said while giggling still. "Yeah, everyone says that, it's probably a pro of them." Monty said with a tease. The two then started having fun talking and tickling each other.

(FINALLY, PROCASTINATION SUCKS)

[corruptedroses]

— Drowning in you

Fandom —  FNAF Pairing — Nightmare/OC Summary — It's the night after the events of Escaping Desire. Amelia is fighting herself is she should embrace this new life or drown in the ocean of worry. Content Warnings — master/pet, possessive behavior, collaring, light gaslighting, implications of murder, murder contracts, mirror sex, dubious consent, fear play, blood (blood nose), Dacryphilia (crying kink), boot humping, oral fixation, oral (male receiving), sub space, unhealthy dynamics, public sex, dirty talk, not very good aftercare, discussion of torture methods Word Count — 13,002 Author's note — commission piece, set in the same world as the other mafia au fics. extremely long.

Amelia had thought that it had all been a dream, that she would wake up in her bed alone, without someone else to hold. But he had been real, he had been with her, his face oddly calm as he slept beside her, her whole body frozen as she watched his sleeping face. A sinful desire hotter than fire was burning her cheeks warm, especially with his arm snugly over her hips. This was the first time she had seen him so unguarded, personal, his lips parted slightly as he slept.

Sin all through the night till the early morning, Nightmare’s face was just a reminder that she had allowed herself to give in, settle for that desire, yet as his eyes fluttered open, his fingers gripping her through the blanket, she let out a little gasp as she was dragged forward, to his chest. “Mornin’…” he mumbled softly, his grip firm and yet gentle as he held her, “you look pretty with your hair like that.”

That was very unexpected. Amelia was glad that she was so close, able to keep her forehead pressed against his chest as he spoke, feeling the way he grumbled and rumbled as he spoke, rousing himself from his slumber. Had he felt her staring at him? Had he felt the way her eyes had taken the time to examine the way his eyes had fluttered or that his hair was tied in a particular way to keep it out of the way while he slept? She didn’t know, yet his hand didn’t wander far from her hip, rubbing soothing circles into the bruised flesh.

Was he only doing this because he knew that he had been rough with her? Was he only doing this because he knew that they were in the comfort of her own home? Pulling away from the man with little resistance, she didn’t even look at him as she begun to dress, ignoring the way her body ached and groaned with each movement. “I’m meeting up with a friend today.”

“Hm?” The male in her bed mumbled, hearing him move about under her sheets, feeling the way his eyes stared into her skin as she put on layers of clothing, reaching for a bra when he spoke again, “wear the blue one, it looks nicer.”

“You went through my underwear drawer?” She struggled to keep her voice even as she spoke, her face burning a bright red as she finally put on a shirt, feeling less exposed in the room as she turned to the man in her bed, watching the way his muscles were tensed supporting his head above the pillow.

“Why not? Need to make sure my little pet only has the best things.” She hated how she bent to his will as he cocked a finger, beckoning her closer, her legs moved before her mind, sitting on the edge of the bed as she watched the man shift forward, placing his head on her thigh almost like a cat. If he had the same eyes as one she was sure they would be in slits too. As his fingers reached up, gently ghosting her neck, she kept her eyes firmly on his own, watching as the red hues thought for a moment before sighing, tracing fingers down her collarbone, “need to take you to get a nice necklace.”

“A necklace?”

“One that shows you belong to me.” Shit, Chica had mentioned it once in a passing conversation. What was it, what was it— “the term you’re looking for is a day time collar.” His fingers left her neck, leaving heat where they once were pressed against her skin, yet his lips curved upwards into a smile at her expression as she gazed down upon him. “You knit your brows when you’re thinking.” She wasn’t able to respond as the male rolled himself off her thigh, watching the way he stood from the bed with little effort, towering over her in less than a heart beat, walking around like he owned the place as he did so.

At least he gave a good view.

A lot of firsts today; first time seeing him sleep, first time having him in her apartment, and first time she had not seen him in a shirt, taking the time to trace his scarred back with her eyes before he disappeared into the hall, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end as she caught herself. No, last night had been a moment of weakness, he had simply caught her off guard… right?

Following the man out into her living space, she stepped over the remains of her broken phone, the smell of sex having yet to disappear from the apartment from the early hours of the morning as she rounded into her kitchen, watching as Nightmare rummaged through her fridge, a stack of things in his arms already. “How do you like your breakfast?”

And that was another first; cooking for her.

“Regular?”

Though his brows raised at her response, a hum coming from his throat, he seemed to take it as an answer. “We will eat and then we’ll go out. I need to buy you a new phone for being so good last night.”

That reminded her, she needed to clean the broken plastic off the floor.

Chica was never hard to find if you were looking for her. From her bright blonde hair and lavender eyes to the designer clothing she wore, she was like a beckon of light whenever she went — of course having her boys trailing behind her shopping too, they also were not hard to miss. Standing outside of the phone shop to catch her breath, watching the people pass by in the shopping mall, it had been Chica that had seen her first and practically came charging her way; the poor boys had nearly tripped over themselves when they had seen her take off, most of all Bonnie — who had been left to carry what looked to be a bunch of shoes — as Chica crushed Amelia in a bone aching hug.

“When you weren’t answering your phone this morning I was so worried!” Chica said after a bit, the shorter girl finally releasing Amelia, allowing her to gulp in air. “You usually pick up after the second ring, darling.”

“She was ready to break down your door.” Pinching the bridge of his own nose with his free hand, Freddy’s brow clenched, his mouth lines more prominent as he frowned. “Your phone drop off your balcony?”

Well, it might as well have. Digging out the remains of her phone from her bag, the screen glitching this way and that, Chica looked between the phone and Amelia’s face for a moment before sighing, shaking her head. “I swear I didn’t drop it off a balcony.”

“I believe you.” Though as fingers came under her chin, Chica’s eyes fixated on her neck, she let the other woman tilt her head up, feeling her eyes on the new piece of jewellery around her neck. “So, who’s the lucky person that got you collared like this?” Amelia’s face flushed dark at Chica’s deadpan expression, watching the way her eyes roamed over the chain around her neck, feeling her other hand coming to trace the knot that rested against her collarbone.

“How did you—.”

“Oh please,” Chica laughed, leaving ghostly impressions of her fingers against Amelia’s skin as she pulled her fingers back, purple eyes glistening with mirth, “I’ve seen plenty of day collars in my time with the boys, your’s just happens to be very expensive.” She could tell Chica already knew her answers before she even spoke them, especially as her eyes softened as she met hers once again. She was a very intelligent woman, one that learned the ropes of the business of this city.

Escaping her eye would be a miracle on her own.

Nervously bringing her fingers to play with the collar that had warmed with her body heat, she could hear the boys talking amongst themselves, throwing names that she hadn’t even heard before into the ring as potential ‘masters’ as they phrased it. Getting close to Chica, she whispered in the woman’s ear, “It’s Nightmare.”

“Oh dear…” Even if Chica had warned her, knew the behaviour of the man from her encounters with him, she could still see the way her hair stood on end at the news, purple eyes narrowing before returning to normal. “He forced it on you, didn’t he?”

“No—!”

“Then why the long face?” Was she that easy to read? The air had been so nice and warm before, now replaced with tension so thick you might as well cut it with the knife. As the two stepped further away from the boys, Chica’s fingers came to brush at Amelia’s knuckles. Touch had always been Chica’s main form of affection, besides teasing, and it helped ground Amelia in that moment as she couldn’t help but do the same, eyes focusing on Chica’s fingers as they brushed back and forth.

“He came to my house last night,” Amelia began, watching as Chica’s fingers stopped brushing for a moment, a small mutter of something that she barely couldn’t hear escaping from the blonde, “he cooked for me, he cleaned me up.”

“You fucked your intruder?”

“I wanted to…” Even as those words — looking away from Chica — that had hung in her heart was spoken into the air, she couldn’t believe them herself; why had she given into him so easily, allowed his fingers to soil her skin, taint her soul further? Taking a deep breath, she met the eyes of the woman again. “I just don’t know what he wants.”

“He likes having things,” Chica said, fingers coming to brush a strand of Amelia’s dark hair away from her face, “you let him have you, he won’t let you run easily.”

Of course he wouldn’t, if he was crazy enough to break and enter her apartment and cook for her, he would search hell and high water to make sure she was back with him. He had become addicted to her just like she was to him, their night together proved it, especially the way she had allowed herself to be treated the way she was. She could get help now, run to Chica and get protection, but yet something heavy weighed on her chest, stopping her from saying those words.

“You love him.” Chica’s voice grounded her back into reality again, Amelia blinking as she looked at the woman in front of her. “I know it when I see it.” Love, how could this feeling be called love when she wanted to run, to escape from a man who wanted to hold a leash on her neck or his hand. It was more like she was obsessed, obsessed with the way he made her feel, obsessed with the way he treated her?

Oh, she really was no better than a love sick fool.

“But he hurts me.”

“So do my boys.”

As the voices of the boys behind them died down, reduced to only chatter of passersbys on the street, Amelia looked over her shoulder as a shadow loomed over her figure, meeting Nightmare’s gaze as he stared down at her. “Got you a new phone.” Taking the bag was was offered to her, she pulled out the phone inside, blinking once, twice as she stared at it. “Newest version.”

This wasn’t set to come out for a few days.

Flipping open the phone, she was met to a nice screen, noting how it had already been set up with the way the reception pinged in the top right of the home screen. “I got you set up on a plan.”

“But I already have my—.”

“I told you that you won’t have to pay for anything.” He cut her off quickly as he spoke, wrapping an arm around her waist before pulling her close, away from Chica and into his chest. “You’re her friend?”

“Pleasure to see you, Nightmare.” Chica’s warmth was gone, her posture changing as she stood straighter, more stone faced as she looked up at the man. She was like a whole new person, one that she didn’t even recognise. What bad blood had they gotten into, especially with the boys automatically coming to surround Chica? “Of why do I owe the pleasure of speaking with you?”

“Chica.” Foxy warned from beside her, his good hand coming to his waist, Amelia knowing that’s where he kept his gun on a good day. Were they really going to engage in a fight, right here, right now?

Amelia’s throat tightened slightly, feeling the way his fingers gripped at her waist, knowing he was watching the same movement as she was, though as they rubbed soothing circles, she couldn’t help but slightly melt into his embrace. “I’m just taking my girl, I’m buying her a dress.” They were? Blinking a few times as she thought back to their conversation on the ride here, she wasn’t able to think of it, wasn’t able to recount anything about a dress. Starting to be pulled away, Amelia quickly dug her feet in, holding out the phone to Chica.

“I don’t have your number memorised, you think you can put it in?”

At least he had the patience to wait for her to get her friend’s number, yet as Amelia was saying goodbye, being dragged away by her waist, she looked down at the phone, staring at the two contacts that were now in it.

‘His name is Nathan?’ Looking up at the man that held her close to his body, she never thought he was a Nathan — a Conner or maybe a Jacob, she could get those, but Nathan? That was unexpected, unthought of. “So, Nathan?”

“What of it?”

“Nothing, nothing at all.” She allowed her voice to become softer as she trailed off, watching as the shops passed by. Yet Nathan’s fingers drummed against her side, feeling the way his gaze stayed fixated on her before she met his eyes again, noting how the red of his eyes swirled with something darker, a grey maybe? She wasn’t too sure, but yet as she looked at him, he looked away. “Is there something on my face?”

“We’re going for drinks after this.” A lump jumped in Amelia’s throat at those words, knowing exactly what he meant by that; the flashing lights and the sinful scents, sights and noises filled her mind. The club where they met, the underbelly of the city watching their every move. Before, she was a nobody, just someone who was visiting, not apart of the sin that went outside, but yet she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the situation fall on her fully.

She was associated with them now. She might as well have a target on her head.

Letting her fingers dig into her palm, settling into the side of the man who held her, she inhaled his scent, noting the smell of her on his clothes as well as vodka and something minty. It was oddly him, oddly Nathan, it suit him well, especially as she watched the way he talked and acted outside of the club. It was like a slightly different person, watching the way he wouldn’t betray his emotions, watching the way he negotiated with others, it was unique, especially when she could still feel his want for her in the tiny ways he touched her.

Now she was his, how would he fuck? As crude as the thought was, it was one that was thought of. Before he had fucked with no feelings besides taming her, but with the way he acted, she knew that things would get interesting fast, quick. This man was showing her sides of him that she wasn’t expecting.

She could only wonder. For now at least.

The lights of the club were just as blinding as the first day she came here. Given the Afton’s reputation of being a noble kind of mafia lord, it wasn’t shocking that the club that trade marked itself for being a club for the depraved was oddly classy. It was classy in the sense that there was low ambient light but not much of a club, more of a social club than anything.

Yeah, if this were at a gentleman’s golf course, it would fit in — except for the scantily clad men and women serving food, of course.

Sipping the flute of champagne in her hand, Amelia looked around the club, trying to spot anyone she might know. Chica and her boys were rarely here, instead liking to indulge in each other at home, but she had still hoped this would be one of those rare nights they decided to make an appearance, decided to flaunt their healthy relationship to all the men and women that struggled to even consider having a serious thing. Was her situation ‘serious’? Especially with the way Nathan had his hand on her hip, holding her close as he talked with someone else.

“So this is Amelia…?” The woman Nathan was talking to started, watching the way her smoky eyes followed her form, sizing her up. She looked big, and powerful, her muscular arms on full display with the dress she wore, a sunset colour that matched her tanned skin. Fingers came to tilt her chin up, Genevieve — or at least, that’s what Nathan called her — staring down at her. “I like her.”

What?

Feeling her fingers brush away from her chin as quickly as they had, Amelia felt the ghost of them against her skin as Genevieve stole her own champagne from a passing waiter. “Knowing you ditched us for some girl, I was going to be angry, but I can see why you like her.”

Hearing Nathan cough from beside her, Amelia snuck a glance at the man, watching as his brow twitched with annoyance. “You went out drinking with no thought to plan ahead. I did not ‘ditch’ you.” Gesturing to the woman, Nathan kept talking, “and yet you’re back here, also getting wasted again.”

“You’re not the boss.”

“Say that to the actual boss.” Amelia’s eyes followed Nathan’s finger to the man that was currently dancing on top of one of the tables with another person, the striped undershirt being too unusual for the theme the rest wore, fancy dresses and shoes and more. “He has me run the ship while he’s doing… whatever that is.”

That was really his boss? Watching the way the man flailed about like a puppet on strings, she couldn’t imagine the man running or even starting a mafia when he most likely may have came from the circus. Yet as the other man, dressed to the nines in dark copper clothing danced with the boss, she couldn’t help but blink a few times. How had she missed them every time she came here? “That’s because I make sure we’re away from them.” Nathan whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy as he muttered, letting his lips brush the shell of it. Like a mind reader, he was to the point, frank, even as he pulled away to continue his talk with Genevieve.

Leaving her to lock eyes with her shoes, cringing slightly at the shoes she wore as they blistered her toes. Brand new shoes, a brand new dress, she looked like she was wrapped in ribbons than modern dress. The dress itself left little to the imagination with how it exposed large areas of skin, leaving little to keep herself warm. It was a soft lilac against her skin, her shoes a pitch black, but yet the necklace around her neck seemed to hold more weight than the rest of her outfit combined, leaving the skin around it warm.

They were here for a reason, one that she knew very well; she could hear the screams and gasps and pants of couples as they fucked like wild animals somewhere nearby, though they at least kept themselves hidden in one of the many rooms for hire. She had seen the inside of them plenty of times, especially in her games with the man beside her; chains, whips, collars and leashes were to the ready, ready to use, ready to tame people like her into submission.

As his hand wandered closer to her ass, she struggled to keep still as she felt his warm, hot hand palm at her through the fabric. How was he acting so natural, so calm when he was clearly waiting for his chance to escape the conversation to take her where nobody else could see? Each scenario that came to mind seemed to be more absurd than the last, especially as she let her eyes wander to he large curtains that remained drawn at all times of the night. Heavy looking, large, it made her feel so small in comparison. What were they made of? Velvet? It really did look like it.

“You look bored.” Jumping out of her skin, Amelia’s eyes snapped back to Nathan, seeing how he slightly leaned down in order to look her directly in the eye. How long had Genevieve been gone? She was nowhere to be seen as others filled the spot she was before. Just how long was she spaced out? “Something on your mind?” His hand had returned to the small of her back, slowly massaging the skin as he spoke, red eyes oddly soft for the room they were occupying.

Shaking her head, Amelia muttered a soft, “nothing really, was just looking at the curtains.” Yeah, curtains seemed about the most sane reason to be spaced out, especially in a club where the sounds of moaning and clapping of skin was beginning to cause your panties to soak through, it sounded good. Feeling her face grow slightly warm as she looked back to the ground, her face was forced to face Nathan, his red eyes staring right through her, right into her soul as he did so.

He really needed to stop doing that.

“You want to go and find a room?” That was the first good suggestion she had heard all night, giving a brief nod before her thoughts caught up with her body. Finding a room meant that they were probably going to be done with everything faster, finding a room meant that she would be able to get out of this stupid dress and heels and at least have some fun while she was here.

So why was his grip so gentle as he took her to book a room, where was the usual rough hand that gripped at her waist, held her close to him in a way she knew would leave bruises? He would have at least started manhandling her by now, right in front of everyone else, but yet he wasn’t, he was just… holding her?

All the other times she had been here, he couldn’t wait to make sure she looked completely fucked up, that her makeup was smeared and that her clothes would have at least one new hole by the time he was done with her.

So why was he being so… kind?

Even as they got to the hired room, even as he pushed her in, his touches were too gentle, too soft against her body. He was going slow, he was going gentle against her skin, each kiss not even emitting the same amount of fire that they usually would. Amelia couldn’t believe this — wasn’t this what she usually wanted in a man? To be treated like a princess, soft and gentle? Yet, even as she had it in that moment, she couldn’t help but yearn for the usual, yearn for those kisses that stole her air, stole her energy.

She wanted those hands to grip her so tight she would have bruises for a week, to feel him every time anything would brush against them. His fingers brushed down her sides as he laid her down on the bed, his gaze softer, kinder than the usual. It looked so off on him when she was so used to seeing his eyes hardened, determined to make her scream and cry.

Had he truly corrupted her this much?

She tried to settle into it, tried to enjoy the softness, the kindness. Amelia tried to embrace the new side of Nathan that he was showing, that he was displaying. So why did it feel wrong, why did her stomach twist and turn in the wrong way? “Stop…” She muttered, watching as Nathan immediately pulled away from her, yet he kept his hands on her hips, his grip firm and warm.

The silence was large, deafening, Amelia able to hear her own ragged breath as her thoughts deafened everything out. She could see him, she could hear him as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, but yet none of this felt right, none of this felt… Nightmare. “Can’t you go a bit… rougher?” She watched his gaze shift, not enough, but slightly that it was noticeable, watching the way her hands pressed against his chest, against his heart.

“What bought this on?” Nathan muttered, his lips dragging against the column of her throat as he asked, Amelia’s breath stuttering at the sensation of something so soft, “you don’t like this?”

She wanted to like this, she really did, but yet as she slowly shook her head, Nathan’s eyes shifted, long gone was the soft look he gave her, hardening into one that was much more familiar, more known to her psyche… There was Nightmare, staring down at her with a gaze that might as well have set her on fire.

“I thought this was what you wanted with Devon.” His voice had dropped a few octaves, long gone was that soft feel that had littered his words. It was like even mentioning Devon, the star boy, had been like an insult to his name, being an insult to his strength, especially as he bit down on her shoulder, not enough to draw blood but enough to make her hiss through her breath. “Don’t you want soft?” Hot breath blew against her skin, his words even hotter as he settled himself there, not moving, not letting her inch away from him.

Devon, was this seriously about Devon?

“I thought—.”

“But he hurts me.” Those words struck deep into her heart as Nathan mimicked them against her skin, his red eyes blazing with fire as he muttered them, “You said that.”

Her fingers shakily came to slowly scratch at his exposed back, feeling how his skin was raised in some areas, smooth in others as she thought, slowly scratching. He must have heard her conversation with Chica, must have heard her speaking her worries to the blonde, yet he so easily melted in her touch. Had he really held himself back for her?

“Answer me.” Bringing her gaze back to Nathan, to Nightmare, she watched as his lips came to brush against hers. “I need to know, pet.” That nickname sent shivers down her spine, her grip digging slightly into his back. She could trick everyone else, but she couldn’t trick herself, especially as that burning hot desire, the same one that had been burning in her gut since the day she met him. Those twisting, turning feelings burned her body, made her skin bubble and burn.

“I don’t need soft.”

That grin that spread across his face, all teeth and hunger that filled his smile being enough to send that familiar heat pooling in her panties, enough to make her heart skip a few beats. “Good girl,” he muttered, his tongue coming out to lick at his lips. Would it be greedy to say she wanted them on her cunt, eating her out until she could barely breathe? “Let’s play a little game then.”

Pulling her from the bed, Amelia was made to stand in the middle of her room, dress skewed and her hair already a mess from the way she had styled it. He stared her down like a hungry animal, one that sat perched on the end of the bed, his tattooed and muscular arms shimmering with the slightest amount of sweat in the low light. These heels wouldn’t do much to run in, so she quickly took them off, glad to have her toes sink into the plush carpet.

“You know the layout of this establishment, correct?” She nodded once, listening to the hum that echoed from Nathan’s throat, his red eyes narrowing slightly as he smirked, “good, you’re going to need it.” He stood in front of her in so little time, his fingers coming to play with her hair before slowly, slowly dragging them to her mouth. She let his thumb into her mouth, letting her tongue glide over the skin as he shuddered, his own words stuck in his throat for a moment. “I’m going to love using that mouth.”

His hand left her space, the man taking a step back and she had to consciously avoid stepping closer, stepping closer to his heat as it suddenly felt far too cold, far too alone in the centre of that room. “You’re going to run from me, in the building, for thirty minutes,” he begun, pushing some of his own hair out of his face, “and I’m going to catch you.”

“What happens if the time runs out?” Amelia asked, swallowing excess saliva in her mouth.

“You’ll be allowed to do whatever you want.” If he won didn’t even need to be stated, especially with the collar already around her neck, but yet her eyes flickered to his lips, wondering if she gave herself right here, right now, he would be nice with her.

“Go, you have a head start.”

She didn’t need to be told twice.

When his wrist watch indicated five minutes had passed, Nightmare was out on the hunt. Like a bear, he was large, intimidating, stalking through the halls as he searched for Amelia. She couldn’t of gotten far, she was far too innocent to walk out into the floor where a bunch of killers, drug smugglers and the like were patrolling the floor, so the main area was a no go.

Other rooms were locked off with key cards, and those that were currently unlocked… he could hear them inside, gasping, moaning, fucking each other like wild animals that they were at heart. It was a sex club, after all, that sort of behaviour was expected. He chose to ignore the noises, the gasps, and that one couple that had their wall completely able to be seen through as he walked about.

“Ah, Nathan, surprised to see you here.” Spinning around on his heel to face the voice, William Afton stood there with his too good of a smile. Unnerving as always, William was dressed like every other in the club yet the weight of his presence filled up the hall, especially as he slowly tilted his head. “I thought you were busy with other things?”

“Other things were dealt with.”

That man never talked with someone unless they had something of his interest. He never spoke to anyone other than his sons and wife for that reason and yet everyone knew that he neglected them too. As the Afton stepped closer, that aura only seemed to strengthen, intensify, wrap around his limbs and kept him in place as he stood there, staring at that god forsaken smile that was too big for William Afton’s face.

“Good, good.” William chuckled, the cane he walked around with swinging in the air as he did so, twirling like a baton as he drew even closer, “you owe me a favour, Nathan.” Favours, you never wanted to owe favours to the Aftons, knowing how they twisted their games, twisted their morals for whatever they needed. Their opinions never set in stone.

Yet Nathan didn’t know he owed any favours.

“What’s the favour?”

William Afton’s grin widened. Shit, he fell into a trap. If he backed out now, William would find a way to get back at him, if he turned away, he would be seen as turning his back on William. As William pulled a little bit of paper from his pocket, the action seeming to be more looming than his presence, Nathan felt it press into his palm, his fingers forcefully coming to bend over it.

“This is just a little list of people. Take them out for me, won’t you?”

If looks could kill, William Afton would be smeared on the carpet under his foot. “Why couldn’t you do it yourself?”

“Oh, just reasons. Have to make sure I play a good father to my family.” That was a bunch of bullshit if he ever heard it; he just didn’t want to do his own dirty work, he didn’t want to work to do the things he wanted. Always panhandling it off to someone else and claiming the work as his own. All he could do was nod, Nathan shoving the slip of paper into the pocket of his pants. It felt heavy, far too heavy in his pocket as William’s grin seared into his skin. Not even the hottest shower would be able to rid him off the feeling of that grin.

“Is there anything else?” Time was ticking by, he had a game that he wanted to win, yet as William put his hands up in a mock surrender, Nathan didn’t waste any more time as he turned around, allowing himself to be free of the conversation. He chose to ignore those eyes that he knew was watching him.

Crazy bastard. That man was a crazy, sick bastard. It wasn’t like any of them could do anything about him either considering he had most of the city wrapped in a tight leash.

Now, where could Amelia be? He had other things to worry about other than that Afton. Staring at the door that sat open ajar, almost as if calling to him with a siren song, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“There you are, pet.” She wasn’t going to be getting away that easy, as long as he wanted her for himself.

Amelia stared at herself, Amelia stared back.

The hall of mirrors she had entered seemed endless as she walked through, each mirror tall and wide, each mirror staring at her as she looked around. So many of her, all wearing the same dress, with the same hair and the same gait. It was unnerving, no matter how far she turned she never seemed to be able to look away from herself.

The staring eyes just looked back at her.

Steeling her will, the only sounds that accompanied her in the hall were her own foot falls and breathing, listening as they echoed off the mirrors and walls as she continued through. She wanted to win this game, she really did, but yet the nagging voice that echoed in the back of her mind told her she couldn’t. That she would always give in. “No…” She muttered softly under her breath, shaking a hand through her dark hair, “I’m not like that… am I?”

The hickies that reflected back at her told her otherwise. They burned brightly against her skin, purple and red hues that marred her flesh, reminded her that she had let herself lay with who might as well be the devil in disguise as she allowed her gaze to return to the mirror again, staring at herself in the eyes. Kiss bruised lips, marred skin, the heat in between her legs that refused to fade no matter how much she wanted to deny it, it was so frustrating, so confusing.

The door into the hall creaking open joined her foot falls, her breathing, Amelia’s breath hitching in her throat as she stood still for a moment, turning around to look at the mirror that faced towards the door around the corner. There was no doubt about it, that was Nathan that had walked into the hall, it was Nathan’s red eyes that pierced through the ambient darkness, looking around.

It was those eyes that pierced her soul through the mirror, watching the way his smile quirked up into the smirk she knew from the bottom of her heart. “I know you’re in here.” She took off running, further into the hallways, further away from Nathan as fast as her legs could take her. It couldn’t have been that long since they had started their game, Christ, she didn’t even know how much time had passed. She knew that he had a wrist watch on, that he lived up to his promises, but yet she could feel that overwhelming sense of doom come over her as she went down this hall and that hall, the mirrors only seeming to grow closer and closer together as she ran.

Eventually, those mirrors turned into one, the walls no longer visible as all she could see was mirrors after mirrors besides the floor, feeling the wood floor underneath her feet as she ran. Her heart beat had joined her foot falls, her breathing, raging loud in her ears as she ran, like a drum that only seemed to beat louder and louder the longer she ran. She could hear him, his voice taunting her over the drumming of her heart beat, calling her name.

Was he still following her?

“Amelia, come on out.”

Could he still see her in the mirrors that signified her doom? There was no escaping her reflection by now, staring straight ahead as she slowly moved to a jog, her lungs breathing for air. She wanted to stop, wanted to sit down and wait to catch her breath, but he was so close, he was too near. If she stopped now, she would most likely be caught.

“Amelia, come on, you know you want to be held.” She was trying to ignore his siren calls, tried to block her ears, but yet her arms had become too tired from pumping her forward, her limbs beginning to grow sore. She hadn’t even recovered properly from the night before and now she was stuck in this game of cat and mouse. A bear stumbling after its prey, waiting for it to grow tired. A bear did not even think to go fast, its steps long enough to catch up to the frightened mouse, but yet Amelia’s heart pounded.

This mouse really thought she had the chance to escape.

Which way was up, which way was down?

Which was her reflection staring at her in the face, which was her body?

And was that really Nathan behind her?

His breath was hot on her neck, his hands nearly coming to grasp her shoulders before she darted, her legs burning with the sudden use of energy as she allowed herself to keep running. Keep running, she had to keep running. He was so close now, she could smell his cologne on the air, feel his eyes on her as she ran.

Turning a corner, she ran into a hard surface, stumbling back slightly in a daze as she held her nose, feeling as blood slowly dripped from her right nostril. Her reflection stared right back, meeting her gaze as she watched Nathan come up behind her, his hands no longer as soft as they had been in the room as he pinned her to the mirror. The bear wasn’t even breathing heavily as he watched the mouse gasp for breath, yet his breathing were as sharp as blade as he leaned close to her ear, breath tickling at her skin.

“Found you.”

His eyes bore into hers through the mirror, staring deep within her psyche as he slowly ran his fingers along her body, tutting to himself as if he didn’t know what he wanted to do next. She knew what he had in mind, she knew that this man knew what desires he wanted to fulfil in this twisted game of cat and mouse they played, but yet his form hulked over hers so easily, she was struggling to understand where his body started and ended in the endless hall of mirrors.

Struggling against his grip, Amelia wanted to get away, to not look at her face that stared back at her, judging her beyond the wall of silvery reflections, but yet he kept her still, pressing his hips against hers as she felt the hard outline of his cock press against her backside. He was enjoying this, watching her struggle, watching her whimper. Screaming, pushing, resisting, she did everything she could think of, she struggled, she cried, she begged, but yet her voice only worked to become hoarse and her limbs weak as she slouched against the mirror, softly sobbing as her eyes looked right back at her.

“Giving up already?” His smooth voice taunted from behind, “that’s not the Amelia I know.” Yes it was, she was weak, she was soft willed, she was actively craving his harsh touch. She could feel her panties slicken with her arousal, panting as the mirror fogged up with her body heat. Her own gaze continued to taunt her, showing the look that she dared not want to look at; pure, unadulterated lust.

As his grip loosened enough for her to fall onto her knees, Amelia’s head was kept straight, staring at herself in the reflection. The dress, the flush on her cheeks, the dazed look in her eye, she could see them all on top of that blasted collar that twinkled in the low light. She looked no better than the common whore, but yet something about it thrilled her, made her heart flutter, especially as she watched Nathan behind her through the mirror.

His silence was haunting, his clothing too rich for this scenario, but yet as she slowly turned around to face the man, she could feel her bottom lip quiver. An ocean, one which smelled of gun smoke and whisky, one in which taunted her with that wide, wicked smile.

And she was drowning in it.

“Why do you even want me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but yet in that hall of mirrors, it might as well be as loud as a roar. Those mirrors, as cursed as may be, forced her to see where she was, forced her to see what she had done to herself. It had been her that had walked into this club on that fateful night, it had been her that had accepted his hand into his twisted world.

And now it was her who sat on her knees, feeling as he took her chin into his hands. “I want to break you,” Nathan muttered, his red eyes half lidded, “you deserve to be broken.” And like the mirrors around her, her resolve was just as fragile. Those words shattered through it like a bullet from a smoking gun, her eyes welling with tears as she attempted to look away.

Yet the mirror only glowered at he. She did this to herself.

“Let go, let yourself give in.”

As her tears fell, Nathan’s fingers came to wipe them from her skin, yet some managed to make it pass her chin, splattering to the floor as she had nowhere else to look. She could say the club’s safe word, escape from this scenario. It was something they all had to abide by, but yet as her fingers gripped at his pants, she found the word stuck in her throat. She wanted this, she wanted this badly, she wanted to be broken, owned, serve this man in front of her.

Chica was right, she was in love with him. A sick, twisted love, one that charred the outside of her heart black as she whimpered, looking up at him. She was burning, overheating with desire, panting softly as her body began to act on its own, finding the nearest surface she could grind her needy, neglected cunt against. His foot met her half way, drawing a moan from her mouth. How shameful, how lewd, she relished in this feeling that bloomed from her chest like a hot iron pressed into flesh, her hips slowly dragging her cunt along his shoe, feeling as he alternated how firm he pressed against her clenching cunt.

“Please…” She couldn’t help but whisper under her breath.

His chuckle from above sent shudders down her spine, especially with the way he gripped at her hair enough to stop her movements, stop her from pleasing her aching core against him. Oh, he wasn’t even undressed yet and she was soiling his boot like mud, but yet, he didn’t seem to be angry; he seemed to be amused. “Anyone could walk by,” he started, Nathan’s fingers gripping at her hair tighter, “anyone could see you humping me like a dog in heat.” That she was, her whole body was burning, blinding need filling her.

“Am I doing it wrong, Nathan?” Oh how his name came smoothly out her whimpering mouth, feeling the tears sliding down her cheeks as she let one hand unbundle from his pants, her fingers coming to paw at the obvious tent in his pants. He felt so heavy, so hot against her palm, keeping her eyes locked on his as she kissed at the zipper. “I need you.” It would have been yesterday when she would have denied her own urges, but yet in that moment, with him above her staring at her like she was the most dirty yet priceless thing in the world, it made those words fly free.

Mouthing at the crotch of his pants, Nathan’s fingers untangled themselves from her hair, letting it fall down around her before he hooked his fingers around the zipper, slowly pulling it down, her eyes remaining trained on the prize within. As she reached for the rim of his underwear, his hands came quick to slap her hands away.

“Mouth only. You have to work for it.”

How easily had he turned her mind to mush, how easily had he made her crave him despite the depravity of it all. Her mouth closed around the bulge through his underwear, feeling the heat on her tongue, the musk of his sweat. It smelled of him, tasted like him, but yet her tongue craved to have his flesh. She was careful as she slowly pulled down his underwear, eyes fluttering to stare above her at the man who held her heart in his hand, letting out a soft gasp as she felt his cock slap at her forehead from where it was set free.

“Good girl.” Those words flowed off his tongue naturally, flooding her ears with that sound. She wanted to be good, she wanted to be a good girl, a good hole, a good slut for him. She wanted to make him happy, to be praised, to be adored, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his shaft. Hot, heavy against her mouth, she gently kissed her way up the prominent vein on the side, watching his reaction, tasting the salt on his skin. The scent that had scared her previously frightened her enthralled her senses in a trance, Her nose was still dripping blood, crimson, dark against her face as she came to the tip, leaving a gentle kiss. Nathan’s fingers came back to her face, smearing the blood across her check. Her nose hurt but she knew it wasn’t broken and that the bloody nose was slowing down, but there was something about the way he cradled her face in his hand, paying attention to her expression.

It sent butterflies through out her entire being. Was that gentleness before something fake or had there been some truth to it? Had he only been playing the con to make her give in or was he sincere with those touches? She frankly couldn’t tell, but she knew the truth that was there when she took him into her mouth, tasting him on her tongue. Hard, heavy, Nathan, he always was a hard fit to get inside her mouth no matter how many times now she had taken him in, but yet it was familiar and oddly comforting.

Being on her knees, in front of him, comforting?

She would’ve probably laughed if it didn’t mean that she would probably choke.

“You look adorable like that.” She could hear Nathan mutter from above her, his hand taking the time to pat at her hair, “I want to see you like that every day.” The thought was tempting to her, imagining herself by his feet at all hours of the day, but yet even she knew that was just a fantasy, one that played out in her head over and over as she knelt there, slowly bobbing her head, letting her tongue brush against the veins that made up him. Thick, warm, Amelia swore she could feel his heartbeat with every pulse and jolt his cock made in her mouth, her hands coming to rest on his thighs to help give momentum.

Even his thighs were hard to wrap around, so large in her hands as the muscles tensed and relaxed, his other hand came to rest gently over her hand, softly stroking at her knuckles. She was doing a good job, she was pleasing him with her mouth, she was making him feel the same pleasures that rolled down her spine with each groan she was able to pull out of him, every good girl that fell from his lips.

Her tongue pressed against the skin just under the head of his cock, watching and feeling as he shuddered with the touch. “When’d you learn that?” Was barely heard from under his breath, the look that reflected in his eyes one that she would save forever in her mind. He looked relaxed, interested in just watching her, patting her, even as her tears rolled down her cheeks in fat globs.

The dress seemed to melt onto her body, far too constricting, far too tight, her fingers working at the strappy dress as she slowly peeled it off her upper body, feeling the way the air teased at her skin, her breasts, her nipples as they pebbled against the cool air. It was a relief in the stifling heat that was Nathan above her, but it helped her keep her mind stable. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she watched it glisten in the air with a mixture of spit and his precum before kissing down the shaft again, kissing the skin of his scrotum.

How he looked so pretty decorated in kiss marks from her lipstick painted lips.

Moving to engulf him again in her mouth, she couldn’t help but whine as she was stopped by his hand in her hair, pulling her face away from where she wanted her mouth to be the most. “You’ve done so well, good little pet.” He muttered, helping her to her feet, feeling the way they wobbled as she struggled to recirculate to her feet.

Her reflection soon greeted her again in one quick motion, though this time with less clothing on than before. Forced to stare, forced to look, Amelia’s brown eyes glistened with tears that threatened to spill as she looked at herself, yet she couldn’t find it in her to look away. “That’s you right there.” Nathan muttered in her ear, his chest pressed against her shoulder blades. Even with him right against her, he still looked so much bigger, wider, like a bear looming over its meal. Yet what predator interlaces their fingers so carefully in their meal’s fingers, pressing it against the cool glass? A cruel one, that’s what it was.

“You’re there too…” Her breath fogged up the mirror as she spoke, Amelia’s face becoming obscured a bit as she stared at him through the mirror, watching the way his face morphed from that cool, unmoving smirk to a smile, watching the way his red eyes glittered with mirth.

“Pet got her tongue back.” His hips were firm against her, his cock just barely brushing against her dripping, needy cunt, feeling the way he just so barely pressed against the slit. “Yes, I’m right there.” Right where she wanted him to be; above her, dominating her, owning her. Those were all the things she adored, all the things she wanted, all the things she craved from the man who held the power over her. Oh she wanted him to ruin her, make her undesirable for anyone one else — she wanted to be his and his alone.

When confronted with the truth, you become a lot more truthful to yourself.

“I don’t think I even need to prepare you.” Was all the warning she got before he slipped in, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the all too familiar sting that accompanied him every time he claimed her, dominated her, owned her. Her mouth, her cunt, he always was a tight fit, one that brought tears to her eyes as she squeezed them shut.

Yet he stopped. “Eyes open, or else I won’t continue.”

How cruel, how nightmarish, how Nathan, he wanted her to watch, wanted her to see, her teary eyes fluttering open as she felt Nathan fill her up, delve into the depths of her that she wouldn’t be able to reach on her own as her chest was pressed further onto the glass, the cold surface freezing against her feverish flesh. All his, all Nathan’s.

“You’re sucking me in, Amelia,” Nathan chuckled against her ear, “still craving me that much?” A whine left her throat at the taunt, feeling the way her cunt contracted and pulled at the intrusion inside of her, begging for it to move, begging for it to pound her into nothing.

“Please, please.” Left her lips like a choir’s song, feeling the way her lashes clumped together with the tears. If he didn’t move, then she felt like she was going to die, if he didn’t move, then she would sob and cry. She could only utter those words, her brain too far gone in the moment, but yet he understood.

His hips did not know soft and gentle, they only knew rough and hard. Nathan’s thrusts always tore the breath from her lungs, pushed it out her mouth each time he moved in her, but yet she loved it. Each of those thrusts were measured, calculated, known to her, shaping her insides, moulding her insides into the shape of his cock. His hands holding her down against the mirror, the way he stared into her eyes from behind, it swallowed her deep into him, into his influence, into his wicked embrace. Her only saving grace from her crying again was the fact he liked to draw things out, the fact that he willed himself to keep a steady pace.

Making him pant was the last thing you’d expect to happen. To make him want to lose control, to make him want to rush into you, it was something Amelia dreamed of, but yet all she could do was dream of that day. Her free hand, the one that wasn’t pressed on the mirror, went to between her legs, rubbing circles around her neglected clit that throbbed and cried with relief at her fingers. It had been throbbing between her legs the entire time she had him in her mouth, begged to be touched by his rough hands, but yet his hands were busy keeping her still, keeping her against the mirror, fingers between hers and a hand on her hip.

“Desperate?” Nathan was able to grunt between a hard thrust, one that pressed her face to the cold mirror as he did so. “Good.” Oh she could feel the tears falling again, the crusted blood on her face beginning to grow damp from sweat, flaking, sticking to the mirror. The heat was building so much, his own making her even hotter, but yet nothing could stand against the lava that pooled in her gut, built up with each and every thrust he pounded into her needy cunt. She wanted to be filled, she needed to be filled, her breaths and moans coming out so hot onto the mirror that she couldn’t even see her own face’s reflection in the glass anymore.

So hot, so hot, her entire body felt like it was burning up, higher and higher it went, her mind becoming fuzzier and fuzzier until she felt the familiar twitching of her climax, gasping and moaning as she felt herself drip around his cock. Maybe it was the thrill of someone else possibly coming to find them, maybe it was the nerves that they would, but she swore she had never came harder. Her legs, oh her legs, she could barely feel them anymore at the angle she was bent at, only feeling the way they wobbled and swayed with each thrust. “Harder, harder.” If the woman from a week ago had heard her current self, she would probably roll around in her bed sheets, but yet she wasn’t that woman, she was currently just a play thing, a toy for the man above her.

Though the rational part of her mind was glad to be off her feet by the time Nathan wanted to change their position, letting out a squeal as she was picked up by her thighs, spread open with her legs and his cock deep inside of her. She could see where they joined, see where her greedy, needy pussy clamped around his throbbing dick like it was a life line, feeling the way he twitched and throbbed at the sight, especially as each thrust was accompanied with a squelching noise. Even if she was sore, even if she had just cummed before, he didn’t hesitate to use Amelia like his own personal flesh light, her moans becoming a symphony of sobs and cries.

How deep was he now? Any deeper and he might as well fuck her womb while he was at it. Her fingers came to his hands, scratching at the skin as he repeatedly dropped her on and off his cock, feeling the way his fingers flexed and tensed around her thighs, feeling the way his lips came to her neck, kissing and biting at the already bruised skin.

‘Look at you now,’ she swore she could hear the man behind her in her mind, hearing the way his eyes stared at her, examining her face, ‘hungry and desperate to be filled. You want that, don’t you?’ She wanted that, she wanted to be filled, wanted to be full of him, yet he denied her that pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm he worked out of her, changing their positions, keeping her face towards the mirror. Each position made sure to show her the way her cunt was being abused, constantly sucking him in, each position sending a whirl wind through her brain until she was nothing but tears.

Pearls of sweat left trails of wetness in their way along her glistening thighs, her mouth hanging open as she moaned a chorus of song. How long was he going to keep this up, how long was he planning on torturing her like this? She already felt so full with just him alone, but yet as she felt the way he finally plunged her down on his cock the final time, she was finally able to see their bodies shudder together as they came for the final time that night.

So full, so filled, she watched as she leaked around his thick cock, her gasps short and quick as cum dripped to the floor underneath them, staining the carpet with their sin. How was he still standing despite shuddering so much, holding her in his arms? He would probably never tell the secret as to how, but yet her legs were like nothing, her lungs filled with molten iron at every breath she breathed. Pleased, satisfied, she let her head roll back against his shoulder, listening to the way his pulse pounded away against his neck, hearing their heartbeats as they beat erratically. Usually, he would put her down, distance himself from her, but he just held her there, slowly dropping both of them to the floor, their reflections looking back at them as they did so. It was nice, to be slowly let down, to be held all the while, listening to the way their breaths evened.

“Good girl…” Nathan’s voice was hoarse, kissing her pulse, “you did so well for me.” Even if she had leaked what he gave her, he still praised her all the same. Each word tumbled out of his mouth like a rough whisper as her feet slowly descended and touched the ground. His grip was still rough but yet gentler than normal, feeling the way her skin slowly began to cool, her sweat cooling her skin.

Basking in that silence, Amelia could feel the way her heart beat loud in her chest, Thump, thump, thump, it was that thumping noise you only got when you were beyond your limit, one that thumped in her head again and again, feeling the way her entire body throbbed with her heartbeat. She could still hear Nathan’s too, drumming away in his own body as he breathed slowly, carefully, eventually dropping Amelia to the ground, pulling his softening cock out as he did so.

“I’ll be keeping these…” Watching as the man stuffed her underwear that had been torn off in the frenzy into his pocket, Amelia couldn’t even find it in her to utter a sentence or roll her eyes, too focused on breathing. If he wanted to keep some of her underwear, all he really had to do was ask. His hands didn’t stop there, even after tucking himself back into his pants. She watched as his hands fixed the dress that had bunched up around her waist, watching as he gently adjusted the straps to cover her back up, to be in the places that they were meant to go — like they had been when they had walked in — before coming to her hips.

If you had looked at her now, there would be no clue that she had been fucked so viciously at first besides the blood and tears that still marred her skin, that smeared across her face from their actions. She just looked like she had been hurt by accident, especially with the way he sat behind her, his red eyes focusing in the mirror.

“We’ve been here before,” Nathan begun once he had caught his own breath, “you know the layout of this room.” It wasn’t even a statement, it was one laced with a hint of a question; why this room of all of them, why had she ran into here when she knew that there was no way to run? Frankly, Amelia didn’t know completely herself, but yet a small inkling of her did; maybe it was the fact she wanted to be caught, maybe it was the fact she knew that she knew that there was no escape in here.

In the end, she didn’t answer, feeling the way his fingers brushed through her hair in the silence. It was nice, having those fingers that usually hurt her, pleasured her, just simply doing something idle, like a girl would their dolls. Licking at her fingers, she gently started to remove the blood from her face.

“I’m moving you into my home.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Nathan’s heat came closer, surrendering the space they had between them as he leaned against her back, feeling the way his arms came to loop around her waist. “You’re associated with me. I can give you protection.”

“And what if I don’t want it?”

“Then I’ll give it to you anyway.”

Her fingers came to interlace with his fingers, feeling the callouses that marred his skin. He was serious with the way he looked at her, scanning her face in the mirror that stared at them both. Goodness, her apartment had already been breached by the man himself so easily, how easy would it be for someone else to breach her apartment, to actually hurt her in the ways she wouldn’t want to be hurt?

“Fine, but I want my own room.”

“No can do, you will be sleeping with me.” His face came to her neck again, his nose brushing against the love bites and bruises that lined her throat, Amelia sucking in a deep breath as she felt the way he kissed each and every one of those marks. “Don’t trust the others with my play things.”

“Even Genevieve?”

“Especially Genevieve.”

Beyond that moment, both of them on the floor, it seemed that Nathan didn’t want her to touch the ground for the rest of the night. By the time she was able to stand, Nathan had already swept her up in his arms, carrying her around like she was nothing. But then again, Amelia couldn’t help but wonder if he really thought of her as that priceless toy he wanted, that show pet he adored.

But he never really did this before, the most he would do in the club was just make sure she was alone before he left. This was new, this was all new. The carrying, the closeness, the soft voice he spoke as he entered the room he had started their game in earlier. The bed was still imprinted with the shape of their bodies, only disturbed by the moment that he had set her down.

Had he even put her shoes by the door? Staring at the shoes, at the way they had been placed there so carefully, she listened as Nathan fumbled about, muttering something about things not being in the places they belonged. It was strange, it was new… it was oddly cute, especially as he draped a blanket over her shoulders.

“Water?” Nathan muttered, offering a bottle of water to her — which was already opened, how sweet — in which she took. Each sip was like heaven, each sip was like fresh relief in her throat. As Nathan sat next to her, his own bottle in hand, she watched the way his shoulders were tensed, watched the way his eyes flickered to everywhere but her.

With a small smile, she rested her head against his shoulder, feeling the way his shoulders tensed up more before relaxing. The music could be heard down the hall, the sounds of moans and gasps and everything other couples did in this building of debauch echoing through out the walls, muffled by the walls of the room. Yet, compared to the madness, the horniness that echoed around them, this was the first time that Amelia even had a chance to be alone with her thoughts the entire day, it was oddly soothing to do so. The fact that she was here, the fact that she had given into desires that before she had tried to ignore, it was all coming to the front of her mind, one that made her brows furrow as she thought.

The food that he had bought, the fact he had been cooking, was the front he gave where he was cold and mean only a front? Tensing up slightly as she felt something rest on top of her head, she realised that his head had lightly sat on top of hers, hearing his breaths as he sat there, equally as silent as she was. This closeness, being so close without the head of sex, without the heat of needing to tear her clothes of, it let her take the moment to realise that there wasn’t just whisky and gun smoke that clung to his skin, but something like freshly baked bread, one that allowed for her to get lost in it as she sat there, breathing in softly.

A soft rap of knuckles echoed through out the room, disturbing the serenity that had been created, one that made Nathan grumble as he left Amelia’s side to open the door, Amelia barely able to see the uniform of staff as someone stood on the other side. “I’m sorry sir, but we are in need of you to take your companions home.”

Sitting up straighter on the bed, Amelia’s ears perked up at the words the staff spoke, watching the way Nathan’s fingers clenched against the door frame. “Again? What did they do this time?” Nathan said, his voice gruff as he spoke. Again, this wasn’t the first time he had been asked to do this?

“Felix somehow set fire to the curtains.” Oh, that wasn’t what she expected. If she had to guess, given the general populous of the club, she would’ve expected something related to stabbing or guns. Not fire. “Mason is also heavily intoxicated and Genevieve is trying to start fights.” Now that sounded more in line with what she was expecting.

Nathan groaned, a hand coming to his face to rub at it, his tattoos flexing in the low light as he sighed, “fine, give me five minutes — and half off this room for the inconvenience.” It was a few more lines exchanged before Nathan turned to her, his red eyes seeming dimmer as he stared for a moment, his face unreadable. “You’re sitting in the front seat, they can puke all over the back seat for all I care.”

The office was quiet, Michael Afton watching on from his father’s chair as the cameras picked up incidents such as fighting, debauchery and more fighting. He knew his mother would blow a fuse if she knew he was sitting there in her husband’s club, knowing that the cameras picked up on every little thing that went on, but Michael couldn’t care less in that moment.

It wasn’t like his father would care much either, especially since he was the one that bought him here in the first place.

Black, white and grey screens all faded into each other over time as he watched the scenes unfold, his legs kicked over the arm rest as he used the remote in his hand to surf the cameras, as if he were surfing channels. His father should be back soon, he just wanted to go out and check something.

“Michael…” Ben muttered from where he sat in his own chair, the child’s head tilting forward with every attack sleep threw at him, “when are we going home?”

“Dunno, Benny, dunno…” Michael muttered his response, swinging the chair around to look at his little brother. “Try and go back to sleep.” It wasn’t hard for the youngest Afton to try, especially with how he clung onto his stuffed bear like he did. Frankly, Michael couldn’t help but he jealous at the fact his brother could sleep whenever, wherever, especially as the music bored him.

Once confirming his brother was asleep, Michael returned to watching the television screens. “Stupid dad…” It was meant to be a day where he took them out, no mafia shit involved, no gangs, no drugs, no guns, no anything illegal — he had promised their mother that — yet he had carted them around to meetings, to deals, to everything and anything under the sun that could get them arrested. It was like being a pair of show ponies being trotted around to show off their coat.

‘My sons will take over when I’m gone.’ Michael couldn’t help but roll his eyes. While an Afton, he got bored of the ego boosting he did to himself; even if he was going to inherit the family business, what their name had struck into the city via fear, he wanted to at least have done it with his own worth, his own work.

Yet as he sat up, watching as his father approached another on the screens, Michael’s eyes narrowed, trying to capture a glimpse at the paper that was passed. Alas, the footage was terrible, the screen too pixelated and small, he could only dream about making out the writing on that paper, especially as the door opened behind them, Michael rushing to turn off the television screen.

“I didn’t leave you waiting, too long, did I?” William Afton was never an easy sight on the eyes, even to his own boys, Michael sitting straight up in his chair as he watched as his father strolled in, counting money in his hand. “Your old man made quite a bit tonight!” Michael could only imagine that, especially when his father flaunted stacks of cash like it was nobody's business daily at home.

“Ben’s tired,” Michael began, gesturing to his brother that slept soundly in his chair, “can we just go?”

“Not yet,” William tutted, forcing Michael from his chair, “I need to make sure nobody’s stolen nothing.” Charismatic, greedy, Michael swore the man had his own detector for when people double crossed him, especially as he watched him go through tapes, go through times where Michael knew the cash boxes would be emptied and moved to another room.

Michael knew he was just looking for someone to make a example out of.

Something must have gone wrong recently, something wrong enough that it sent his father into one of his silent, blind rages. It was the kind that made his skin crawl every time he thought about it. The gloating at home over dinner in detail that made you want to hurl. He could see the way his father’s eye twitched, even as he put on his glasses.

Someone had really decided to gamble fucking with an Afton.

“What was on the paper?” Michael at least had to try to save whoever had pissed his father off, watching as those hazel eyes he hated made contact with his own, the rage that held within them enough that it made him want to turn and run. “I saw it poking out of your pocket before you left. ” Last thing he wanted was for him to know he had been spying on the cameras.

“Nothing much, just a list of people I want dead.”

So he was really angry. One murder wouldn’t be enough, he needed a group of people gone, a group of people that would find themselves in a shallow grave by the end of this week. As those hazel eyes of hate blinked, changing into the fake friendly kind he was used to, Michael could count the smile wrinkles on his father’s face as he smiled.

“Say, Michael,” William began, his voice slow and taunting. Michael hated it. “What punishment would you give someone for snitching to the pigs?” He hated being put on the spot like this.

Blinking once, twice, Michael placed a hand to his chin in thought, letting the unfitted suit jacket bunch up at his elbow. As much as he wanted to not answer, to give a ‘I don’t know’, he knew it was best to give one that would please his father, an answer that he knew would be enough to at least amuse him. Squealing to the pigs, that was something that was considered a no for everyone involved. “We have left over acid, right?”

“Indeed we do, good remembering.”

That was at least a start, watching as his father leaned forward in the chair.

“Why don’t we slowly drip acid into their mouth?” His words were slow, calculated, watching his father’s face, gauging his next words carefully. “As time goes on, they’ll slowly get more dripped in, which will burn their mouth and throat.”

“A slow torture.” William’s smile only seemed to grow bigger as he spoke, nodding to his son’s words. Michael hated it, he hated the fact he could see his father stashing away that information for later, he hated the fact he could see his father’s eyes begin to twinkle. “This is why you’re the eldest. You’re the one that comes up with the good ideas.”

Thank god Ben was still asleep, the last thing he wanted was for his little brother to hear the plotting going on. The boy was already having nightmares as it was, he didn’t need to get more about having his throat burned with acid.

Michael watched as his father returned to the footage, once more beginning to scroll through. It was like an eternity, watching as his father muttered, noting names in his little book of his. Death after death was plotted, some of the guests that came into the club, the others being staff he felt like just didn’t fit.

Michael turned his head away after the third name, he couldn’t stomach seeing that list grow. Watching his little brother, curled up in the chair with only his own tiny suit to keep him warm, Michael took off his own jacket, placing it over his little brother. “We’re leaving soon…” He softly muttered, letting himself onto the floor as he heard the pen scribble away.

His mum was most defiantly throwing a fit now, wondering where they were. Dinner would’ve begun an hour ago by now, imagining his mother waiting as the dinner grew cold.

“Nathan, we’re not that drunk!” Echoed from below, catching Michael’s attention. A group of people, ones that he couldn’t recognise from this angle, crowded the street, four of the seven swaying, hanging off of others like they were life ropes.

“You can barely stand.” Another yelled loud enough that it was barely heard. Michael knew that voice, Nightmare’s, due to being friendly with the man… if friendly counted playing one round of cards with them. He had another man’s body slung over his shoulder, carrying the other like a sack of potatoes.

Staring at the city below, Michael watched as the group disappeared from sight into the adjacent parking garage.

He would be home soon, he would eat soon, he would leave this hell soon.

[some-dark-side-writing]

Beauty Leaves The Beast

[milktea067]

Montgomery gator x reader with anxiety!platonic! Gender neutral!!

((This is similar to my first sunnydrop fic! Reader is stuck in the megaplex! I’ve noticed that people love this idea, so I’ve been brainstorming on how Monty would act! I see him not really knowing what to do, but If you have a request please don’t hesitate! I will be doing this plot with roxy and chica! That way everyone gets to be included in this general idea!))

Warnings:mentions of crying, mentions of fear, panic/anxiety attack, little to no comfort from Monty at first but he slowly becomes more gentle, mentions of screaming, reader getting dizzy from lack of oxygen due to extreme stress, mentions of gagging (almost retching)(Let me know if I missed anything!)

Sorry if this seems kinda all over the place, I’m used to doing sun and moon, but I am trying to switch it up a bit!

Not proofread very well 💀☝🏻

Jump! Run! Swerve!

You thought, eyes focused and trained on the screen in front of you. You had been playing this arcade game for hours, trying desperately to beat your highest score.

Luckily for you, your parents didn’t really care where you went as long as you were back before your curfew. Being a regular at this place the guards didn’t really pay any attention to you, letting you do what you want. Unfortunately, that was part of the reason you now found yourself stuck, past your curfew, in the now closed down pizzaplex.

The other part of that reason was that you had gotten lost in your game, completely focused on finishing it. Despite being a regular at this place, you were still EXTREMELY terrified of the robots. That included the security bots. You knew they were there to help you, but you couldn’t approach them.

Instead of attempting to alert a security bot, you decided to try and find a security guard. You knew your parents would be upset, but being scolded was better than being chased by a robot security guard.

Being a regular at this place didn’t mean you knew exactly where everything was, or knew the exact layout of the building. So unfortunately you found yourself lost extremely quick.

Between constantly hiding to avoid the robots and being scared out of your mind at the thought of being ripped apart by one, you began to feel a panic/anxiety attack coming on. You were stuck in here, no security guard in sight, surrounded by robots with flashlights, and out past your curfew.

Tears began to fill your eyes as the complete weight of the situation came down on you. What were you gonna do? Are you really gonna die in here? The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and everything was overwhelming.

You had come down from excited high, no longer getting rid of your anxiety by playing a game, now you were living what you thought was a nightmare. You were usually okay if you had something to distract you, like a phone, or a video game. right now your phone was dead, and your game was long forgotten.

Not only did you have nothing to distract you, but you also realized that to get out of here and find a security guard, you actually had to speak to them. That terrified you more than anything at the moment. Imagine the embarrassment of having to explain to someone you had gotten stuck in here past closing time. You couldn’t handle that.

You could swear you could hear the blood rushing through your head, everything was on panic mode. Your heartbeat was visible through your shirt, and sweat was beginning to form on your forehead. The tears that were previously filling your eyes were now rushing down your cheeks as you shakily rushed towards another trash-can, quickly bending down and hiding behind it.

Taking shallow, panicked breaths, you furiously began to wipe your cheeks, getting rid of some of the never ending tears falling down your face. You were overthinking, thoughts running through your head at breakneck speed.

Suddenly your knees gave out, making you fall back against the trash-can behind you and causing it to fall over, alerting the security bots.

You were practically frozen as you watched them rush over to you, lights shining in your face and alarms screaming. Just then you heard another crash from behind you. Whipping your head around, your blood ran cold.

Monty. It was monty.

You were scared of all the animatronics, but Monty petrified you. The way his claws were such a prominent feature, and the fact he was always getting repairs or stuck in his room, very obviously angry due to how many times you passed his room in rockstar row and heard the way he constantly threw things around.

You always pictured him as scary due to his tough and rough nature, and the way he broke down his own door, pieces of wood all over the carpeted floor, to see what was going on didn’t help you picture him any different.

The moment his eyes landed on you, they softened just a little bit. You weren’t a thief, or someone else trying to break in, you were a child, very obviously scared out of your mind.

The next thing you knew, he was beginning to walk- well…more like stomp towards you. You could swear your heart stopped as you watched each step he took, inevitably bringing him closer to you.

Forcing yourself to snap out of your freeze response, you moved on to the next best thing, flight. A scream ripped it’s way out of your throat as you bolted from the floor, taking off on foot as fast as you could carry yourself in the opposite direction.

You couldn’t believe this, your mind was racing while your body was on complete autopilot. You were stuck here, and now the most terrifying animatronic was after you. This was just great.

You could still hear the way his large feet stomped on the ground behind you, effectively pulling you from your trance while his heavy steps shook the floor. This caused you to stumble and wobble with uncertain and uncoordinated steps, making you nearly fall with each one you took.

“Hey! Squirt! Come back here! Stop running!”

He called, his voice deep and rough, just like you had imagined it to be. This wasn’t comforting, nor was it reassuring, and it only made you panic more. he was probably gonna eat you if you stopped now, or worse he would scratch you with those terrifying claws. No way in hell you were stopping now.

Eventually you made it to what seemed to be a gift shop, quickly ducking under the metal barriers and hiding behind a table that held different animatronic themed stuffed animals.

Suddenly everything was quiet, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Was he still after you? Maybe he had lost sight of you and was looking somewhere else. Slowly, you peeked your head out from behind the table, staring out past the metal barriers and into the open space just behind them.

It was all clear, no terrifying green alligator robot in sight. You shakily exhaled, holding onto the table as you stood up. You were still scared, but you knew you couldn’t stay here. The security bots checked the gift shops constantly, and you didn’t want to set off another alarm.

Taking careful, slow steps, you slowly made you way out of the gift shop, just past the metal barriers before you let out a loud squeal, being snatched up into monty’s strong arms.

At this point you were acting like a wild animal, kicking and thrashing, scratching and screaming until he gently placed his hand over your mouth, careful not to cover your nose and block your airway but forceful enough to keep you quiet.

“Hey! Hey! Calm down! Relax kid! You’re not in trouble! Chill out!” He said in a rather harsh tone, trying to get his point across. This only made you more nervous, he was sort of gentle while holding you, but his harsh, nearly yelling tone wasn’t helping.

He quickly realized this, the way you were shaking and squirming when he spoke tipping him off as to why you were so scared. Taking a deep breath, he slowly loosened his grip on you and tried to start over again.

“You’re okay. I-I’m sorry for yelling. Just calm down, and then I can let you go, right now the least I can do is take my hand away, as long as you promise not to scream anymore…okay..? He asked, this time in a hushed, less hostile tone. Sure, there was still a little bit of a rough sound to it, but he was trying his best, and you were sure that if he kept his hand on your mouth any longer you would pass out.

You answered by quickly nodding your head, that alone nearly making you gag as your head was already spinning due to fear and how long you were deprived of oxygen while nearly hyperventilating.

Monty let out a sigh as he nodded back in response, still holding onto you but slowly taking his hand away from your mouth, allowing you to breathe more clearly.

“There…just breathe for a second….” He said, taking a moment to breathe himself as he watched you cling onto his forearm while you caught your breath. You were slowly beginning to calm down, still unsure on if you were in danger, but he hadn’t given you a reason not to trust him yet, so you would let your guard down just a little bit.

“I-I wan…I-I wanna…” you choked out, trying your best to create a sentence as you attempted to force your mouth to make the correct sounds. “I-I wanna go home…!” You said, finally getting it out along with a harsh sob that racked up your body.

Monty groaned gently, knowing that you were scared, but he didn’t know how to handle emotions all that well. Most kids were scared of him, so he didn’t really know how to comfort a child when the time came to it.

“I know. That’s what I’m trying to do, If you would just let me help you, then I can get you out of here faster.” He said, slowly lowering your shaking form to the ground as he felt it was okay to do so, and you wouldn’t take off running again. Unfortunately, your ability to stand up on your own was completely obliterated due to your panicked, scared state, so as soon as he set you down on your feet, you immediately collapsed to the floor.

He sucked in a sharp breath, making a slightly panicked sound as he quickly bent down and scooped you back up, this time holding you to his chest awkwardly in an attempt to comfort you.

“Listen…I can get someone to contact the front office…from there they can get someone to take you home…or contact your parents…b-but I think you need to calm down first.” He said, slowly looking over at you as you hugged yourself, holding onto your own clothes as you quietly sobbed.

This was always what happened when kids came to see him, screaming, crying, running away. None of them wanted to play with him like they did with the other Glam-rocks. That’s just how it’s always been, he was never really accepted, not by children, and not by his so called friends.

He was beginning to get lost in thought before something you did pulled him out of it, just a small thing, but it still made him stop dead in his tracks. Unfolding from yourself, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and laid your head on his shoulder, seeking comfort from the very thing that was previously scaring you away.

You were actually leaning into him, HUGGING him, seeking out his touch and relaxing in his arms. You weren’t running away anymore…you were accepting him.

Monty was always touch starved, he always wanted to have a close relationship with kids, just like Freddy, but he never got the chance to, until now. Seeing all the others have lines of children outside their rooms each day, watching them give hugs to each child while the rest eagerly waited their turn always made him jealous.

So when you wanted so desperately to be held by the animatronic, he just couldn’t help but feel…happy. Hesitating only for a moment, he brought his arms up a little bit higher. Hugging you close.

“H-here…why don’t be go back to my room…there we can hang out for a bit while someone gets ahold of your parents…alright..? Maybe we can uh…maybe we can play a couple games…would you want to go to monty-golf instead…? I can let you have a go at the games there…it’ll be fun..” he said, slowly walking away from the gift shop and heading towards his room while he continued to list a couple things you two could do while you waited for help to arrive.

And you? You were beginning to realize that maybe the big green robot wasn’t that bad after all.

Yeah…he wasn’t so bad after all.

Taglist!: @starryshipz @femalemarvelself @caigas-bullshit @boxofbadsenses

[sun-sakura]

Dancing with moon/reader trying to convince Moon to dance with them, headcannons or fic I'm good with anything!

[For a request go check the rules]

[Reader is gender neutral]

Now playing: les yeux noirs [pomplamoose ft the vignes] 🎶

The music echoed loudly in the great hall, booming loudly for several feet outside of it. You laughed loudly at the sight of Freddy's embarrassed face, forced to dance because of that program error he had once mentioned. You really needed to talk to the parts and service's mechanics. However, such a view was honestly too funny, it would have been a shame to deprive you of it so soon. Smiling at the hand Chica held out to you, you took it with pleasure, resuming your energetic moves on the dance floor. It had been a long day, the pizza plex that day had officially ended one of the many costume events. That day the theme was the 70's. You walked lightly on the skates you were still wearing from that morning. Your feet hurt like hell, but you decided you could stand the pain a little longer. Soon you would have gone home anyway. Speaking of home, you wondered what time it was. Glacing at the big luminous clock in the corner of the room, you notice it was past midnight. 'Oh well, good thing i have the evening shift tomorrow'. Lowering your gaze, you noticed someone leaning against the drinks table. The sight of the bright little stars immediately jumped out at you. You made a quick gesture to Chica indicating that you were going to take a break. She seemed to understand, because in response she gave you a knowing look. She smiled at you "going to get your boyfriend?" you rolled your eyes, pushing her away playfully, before walking away from the dance floor. Moondrop was still there, arms crossed and an expression that suggested he'd rather be anywhere at that moment than there. Boyfriend? Yes, of course. Your relationship with Moondrop was quite complicated. You had tried several times to get close to the grumpy animatronic, but each attempt had failed. He was a very difficult guy. Honestly, you had come to think that perhaps he simply couldn't stand your presence. "Hey there moody boy" the glare he gave you only made you smile more. He might have been a grumpy guy, but god if you didn't love annoying him. Everyone else on the staff had started calling you a masochist, but you simply couldn't help yourself. You were determined to get into the good graces of that brusque, tall animatronic. "What do you want y/n?" You leaned down beside him, serving yourself a drink. Sipping it few moments, you turned a quick glance to the dance floor before focusing back on him. "Wanna dance?" Moondrop looked at you as if you'd grown a second head right in front of his eyes. He raised an eyebrow "with you?" "Well yes why not, everyone is dancing, you should join the party" "No thanks" you weren't discouraged, deciding to press on a little longer. "Come on, get loose Moon. It's fun!" "I don't like to dance" "not even with me, honey?" you said jokingly, anticipating his answer with a smile. Moondrop stared at you in silence. Slowly, he leaned down, towering in all his height over you. "Oh trust me, i wouldn't dance with you if this place went up in flames, darling." The tension was palpable. For several moments, the rest of the room seemed to blur into the dimness of your two figures. The music resonated muffled in the slight accelerated rhythm that your heart had undertaken. Your faces were close, you could see the details of his from that distance. Moondrop's bright eyes seemed to dance to the rhythm of the colored stage lights, giving them an almost hypnotizing effect. You felt your body's irrepressible need to bridge the distance between you. 'Too close'. You backed away abruptly, raising your hands in an ironic sign of surrender. 'Alright alright, i was just trying to show you a good time. Too bad for you, you missed your chance to dance with a fantastic dancer" you skated backwards, still giving him the grin you knew always irritated him. Turning around, you head back to the dance floor. Your heart seemed to be dancing to the rhythm of a fiery tango against the violent notes of the music.

You let out a deep sigh, feeling exhausted. With a grimace of relief, you took off your skates, allowing your poor feet to finally be free. You looked around. It was strange, to hear such a deep silence in a room that just a few minutes before was filled with people and music. Noticing that it was getting really late before, you had sent everyone to bed. You grimaced at the mess that was scattered everywhere. You couldn't leave all that to the cleaning crew. Stretching, you summoned all of your remaining strength, deciding that you would give it a quick tidy up, and then finally head home. Your bed was mourning your absence, you could hear it. You ran a hand through your already messy hair, resulting in even more messiness, and finally start to work. "You're still here?" the sentence had the effect of almost making your soul jump out of your body. You turned around sharply, nearly dropping the bag full of trash in the process. "Shouldn't i be the one to ask you that?" Moondrop approached you. Every detail, from his posture to his annoyed expression, made it clear that he was not happy to see you there. Honestly, you wondered if there had ever really been a time when Moon had shown himself happy to see you. "Shouldn't you be in the daycare recharging? It's the middle of the night" "I was doing a round of patroling, and it looks there was really an intruder" The tall animatronic crossed his arms, giving you a disapproval look "what are you still doing here? You should have gone home long ago" "the party's end late, i decided to do a quick clean up" "the cleaning crew is here for that" "i know, but i felt bad about leaving them this mess. They already have their hands full daily" Moondrop said nothing, however, you could feel his gaze silently studying you, analyzing your every little move. You heard him sigh, mumbling something under his breath, before you felt something being picked up off the ground. You turned around, genuinely surprised to find him helping you "Moon it's ok you don't need to help me" "the sooner we finish here, the sooner you'll go home and i can consider my patrol complete" his tone didn't allow for any reply. You stared at him for a few moments "alright" you turned around, hiding the smile that had begun to appear on your face. In two, the work became quicker, and within twenty minutes you had almost completely removed all traces of trash. "This should be enough" you wiped the sweat from your forehead, the muscles in your body begging for mercy. Moon nodded, setting the last bag down with the others "good, now let's get you out of here. Where are your shoes?" you watched him in silence scanning the room with his eyes. The sentence came out of your mouth before you could stop it "you know Moon, there's one more thing i have to do before i leave" the other one turned around, staring at you with a shadow of suspicion "what is it?". You moved your hand, clicking a few keys on the console at your side. The notes of a violin spread seductively through the room. You smiled at Moondrop's surprised expression. You bowed slightly, offering him a hand "may i have this dance?". Moondrop looked silently first at you and then at your hand, every detail of his body suggesting a stiffness he was almost trying to keep hidden. "You really are a stubborn one" "is that a compliment?" "No, on the contrary. I find it particularly irritating" you laughed, trying to mask the nervousness that was eating you alive inside "come on Moon, just one dance, please?". You saw the indecision pass over the bright red eyes. His shoulders relaxed, accompanied by the deep sigh he let out. "Fine, just one dance" you managed to barely hold back the excitement that swept over you. You hoped it didn't show too much in your expression, although the huge smile that had arisen on your face was eloquent enough. "On one condition, though" he took your hand, which seemed to almost disappear in the size of his own. The other found your waist, lifting you off the ground with a lightness that shocked you. You found yourself standing on the small stage, in front of the place where Music Man usually performed. You stared in shock at Moondrop, your height difference having shortened considerably. He was still a good head taller than you, but that didn't take away from the fact that he was much easier to look at that way. In response, Moondrop smiled at you. You felt every nerve in your body react to the sight, as if an electric shock had gone through them. Your stomach became a tsunami of butterflies. The hand that still wrapped around your waist pushed you forward, making your bodies collide in an impact that instantaneously took your breath away. You released a cry of surprise, shocked by that sudden closeness. Moondrop chuckled, finding your confusion seemingly amusing. He lowered his face, chaining you in place with a simple look. His voice was barely a whisper, yet you felt it rumbling all the way into your bones. "I'll lead" His body began to move at the exact moment the music began to stir. Still reeling from that rapid turn of events, you found yourself being pulled along. It was all happening so fast. You could feel your head spinning, and you knew it wasn't from lack of sleep. No, you felt anything but tired at that moment. "What's wrong darling? Can't keep up with me?" Moondrop moved swiftly and nimbly, a flow connected perfectly with rhythm and music. Elegant and light. He was beautiful. You blinked repeatedly, trying to regain control of your foggy senses. You straightened your back, tightening your grip around his shoulder. You shorter, if possible, the distance between your bodies even further. "Oh no trust me moonlight, i'm just starting to warm up" your response made him smile even wider. You two moved swiftly, passionately devouring every inch of the small stage. At one point, you heard him begin to murmur something under his breath "you speak french? Seriously?" "you'd be surprised to find out how many languages i know, mon cherì" "you're a man full of surprises, you know Moon?". You smiled at each other, dancing to the final notes of the song "would you like to know what next surprise i have in store for you, y/n?" He lowered his gaze, turning a quick glance to your lips. You felt a pleasant shiver run down your spine "why yes, surprise me".

[shittyblogname]

Heyyy, i can i request a fic with phone guy x fem reader? Maybe a oneshot? Where the reader and him are still friends (secretly liking each other) and when he was about to get killed the reader finds him and tries to safe him? You know, that scene where phone guy is killed, instead of that the reader safes himm?

And sorry if i dont explain myself very well, english is not my first language but i tried😭

And you dont have to do it if you dont want to or dont feel comfortable with it, it was just an idea i had :)

oh geez, I literally had a nightmare about this once LOL

honestly the fourth call always sounds like it's him actually calling you to me, so I'll be doing that.

I wasn't sure how to write this? I mean, in the Audio you can hear (probably a Animatronic) pounding on the door, so, how would reader get in there? You get me? So what I did was give the reader a small window of time where they step away, hope thats fine lol (I couldn't come up with something better tbh)

Warnings: serious injuries, blood & Angst 

You waited for the phone to ring, you know, the typical night routine by now. Checking the cams on Foxy quickly became a pain and hearing Philip's voice always brought a certain calmness to your panicked buttom-clicking & light-checking. Even though they were recorded tapes, it still gave you a certain sense of safety that he was around, even at night. You've met Philip before, and he's quite the charm. Sometimes you wondered how he could be so chill talking about the Robots & incidents that occured at the place, or even how he made it through the first week? It was a mystery to you. By the time the Phone began ringing, you immediately picked up, excited to hear his ramble for tonight. Instead you were greeted by a nervous tone in place of the enthusiastic Hello's you were used to. You didn't interrupt him, he clearly was in distress. The banging boomed through the speaker, making you jump. By the time the classic chime played through you quickly got up, checking the cameras for the last time before putting the tablet down on the desk. Sure, you were nervous and never exited the office before during the night, but what you just heard wasn't some funny sarcastic "prank" from the guy you grew to be so attached to. He didn't mention a single thing about death, or that he is in serious danger, which amused you a little. Despite the circumstances Philip still tried to stay within company standarts with his words, turning his call into more of a silent cry for help. It was a gamble rather Bonnie would be right outside your door, in the hallway or in the back room with him, but that was a guess you were willing to take in order to check up on Philip. Even if you did see one, all you had to do was just stare at them right? They don't move when you look at them, so you hoped that in case Foxy jumped out you could use that to "stun" him. For a moment you even thought about going through Chica's side of the hallway, since she tends to be busy for quite a long time in the kitchen or restrooms. It would be better than running into Freddy or Bonnie right? But at the same time, you didn't really want to walk past Foxy and your time is probably limited. You pressed your face against the glass to see if you could catch any glimpse of Bonnie around before opening the door, and it seemed like the luck was on your side. The hallway was empty, only a eerie feeling & the cold creeping through. You did see Bonnie's shadow somewhere in the dining room before though, so he'd probably switch to the hallway in a bit. Scrambling through your pockets for the backstage key while running down the hallway, you quickly went past the Pirate cove, shivers running down your spine. There were pots and pans being smashed together in the kitchen, and Bonnie stood, seemingly lifeless, in the middle of the dining room. You didn't want to turn your back on these horrifying machines, but in order to unlock the door you had to. You put the flashlight you carried to the ground in order to shine at the Bunny, hoping that it would prevent him from moving. You were trembling, heartbeat throbbing in your ears. What if you're too late? You shook your head in disagreement with your thoughts, checking behind you one last time before going to stick the key into the lock. It clicked fairly loudly, much to your distress about Freddy hearing you. Since he was nowhere to be found you just assumed that he was going to pick up on audio clues. Entering the backstage room you pointed the light towards every corner, making sure that nobody was with you two before locking the door behind you. Placing the flashlight on the table, you rushed towards a suit sitting upright against the wall, kneeling down in front of it. You heard a splashing noise and looked down to your knees, only to find the jeans you wore soaking up the blood you were sitting in. You panicked, breath going faster. You gripped his shoulders, shaking the male. He was unconscious, not responding to any of the actions from you. Looking around the head of the mascot you caught a glimpse of where the bars ran through the mask & started pulling. Careful not to hurt Philip more than necessary you managed to get the Freddy head off, throwing it to the side to observe any wounds he might have. You got the flashlight from the table pointing towards him, revealing the horror of a mutilated face to you. Tears started stinging your eyes, desperate for him to wake up you begged & cried while pulling the suit off of his flesh, both of you covered in blood by now. The signature song starting to play in the background only made your fear worse. These Robots can't have a conscience, right? Why would they be programmed to horrify humans like this?! Your thoughts were interrupted by banging on the door, another pair of heavy steps getting closer to the backstage room. You shook the man by the shoulders again, hoping for just the smallest sign of him being alive while checking for a pulse, relieved to find that his heart was still beating. You pulled off the company phone that was attached to your belt, dialing the number of police & ambulance services. Squeezing the phone between your shoulder & ear while explaining the Situation to the operator and putting Philip into the recovery position, it was safe to say that the woman on the phone sounded quite scared. At first not willing to send paramedics into a situation like that, with the machines still roaming around. You furrowed your brows, yelling into the microphone that an employee is going to bleed out if they don't hurry the fuck up, which seemed to do the trick. "is there any way you can shut off the Robots miss?" she asked while giving you first aid advice, trying to keep her cool just as much as you. "No, they are in sort of a free roam mode at night. I-I can't do anything. If I go outside or even unlock the door they're gonna put me into a suit aswell." the woman on the other end hummed in agreement. "okay, the paramedics will arrive shortly. When they are at the establishment, you're gonna have to open the door." you rested your hand on Philip's shoulder, hoping that he knew that you're gonna stay with him no matter what. "how am I gonna know that it's the paramedics and not the Animatronics?" the lady informed you that they're going to tell you about their presence, and surely the Robots couldn't mimic their voices. Blood dripped off your elbow, the what was once white fabric clinging to your skin. The lady gave you last words of reassurance before hanging up, leaving you only with that terribly stupid song and your mutilated crush. Your mind started going to imagening all the different outcomes, praying that he wouldn't die in the Hospital, or how horrifying he's going to look after surgery. People are going to be scared of what was a very handsome young man, or maybe he'll be recognizable. Either way, you swore to be there for him, whispering silent hopes to yourself. Soon enough you heard lighter footsteps rushing through the restaurant, looking for the backstage door. You hesitated getting away from Philip, but you had to to unlock the door. Creeking it open by just a bit to check if any Animatronics were around, you guided the medics to you, watching them perform more first aid to stop the bleeding before lifting him onto a stretcher to transport him into the Ambulance. You were invited to come along, since you were the one with the most information right now. You were questioned by the police who arrived shortly after the medics did before joining Philip in the back of the EMS. You were offered a blanket which felt more like a towel, given they didn't really have spare clothes to give out on the go. You kept your eyes on Philip during the ride, thinking over the events that happened tonight, hoping that he's going to be okay.

[widowed-mistress]

I have made multiple ideas for fan fics for atla, voltron, and miraculous ladybug.

I'm sorry to announce that the new hyperfixation is FNAF SB

LETS A GO!!!!

Okay, this is inspired by many pieces of work that have already been produced/are in the work. The commit from insta usar callmebreadthetoast and all the fan fics where Gregory dies or otherwise ends up in a comatose state while in the plaza and ends up inhabiting an anamatronic suit, which allows him to make friends with the gaang.

In complete clarity, this isn't so much a fan fic idea as it is a fan fic word search with an ending, but if you've read any other idea post I've posted then you're used to this.

As stated through the post, Gregory would "die" in the plex and end up in an anamatronic suit somehow(I'm thinking Charley). However, he only has a few days to find his body, defeat Afton, and end the virus before he can never go back to being human/dies permanently this time. Because this is FNAF, I'm giving him five days in this post.

During this time he spends his days looking for clues on Afton with Freddy and maybe accidentally the other animatronics, binds with everyone and saving them while also salvaging Bonnie(maybe Foxy even tho he's never explicitly mentioned in the game like Bonnie. Also yes I would like for Gregory to have two dads, sue me).

The last day arrives and they've located Vanny's secret base. During the fight Freddy gets seriously hurt which spurs the rest of the animatronics to fight as well after breaking free of her for the final time.

There is only so much time left, but Gregory KNOWS he has to fix up the rest of the animatronics before morning because there is a possibility they'll be scrapped if found in the condition they're in after a week of weird unexplained small glitches.

He spends the rest of the night on Chica, Roxy, Monty, Freddy,(and Boonie or/and Foxy) with the help of Sundrop and Moonrise to move them around since while he is still an animatronic, he's a small animatronic.

At the end of the night, after they've been all fixed and places in their rooms to charge he slumps in front a charging station out in the main hall(maybe filled with either Bonnie or Foxy) when Moonrise settled next to him to tell him the time.

It isn't enough to make it all the way down to the pizzeria to get back into his body.

He closes his eyes.

Screen closing,

A soft plush is placed in his arms for comfort,

Morning doors open,

Morning light fills the room,

3,

2,

1,

YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO KILL HIM; HELL NAH I LOVE MYSELF A HAPPY ENDING.

He slumps out of a charger into the arms of his new, strange, loving family. He may not be human anymore, but that just means I don't have to worry about the legality of an animatronic adopting a human.

[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Eleven

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword

Authors Note: This chapter might be smaller than some... hold on to your butts kiddies, there is so much more to come!

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Eleven

Ricky had turned the lights of the bar into a deep seductive red, highlighted with white lights now and again. Vinny couldn't help but smile a bit in her own amusement, knowing Ricky was doing his best to wingman for her. He had noticed when she slipped up to get ready immediately after making the coffees for their roommates… though he was quick to take them up for her. 

When she came down, her curls had been styled, framing her face seductively. She had pulled out one of the “silly” dresses she had gotten online. It was tight around her frame, with cutouts around her ribs and hips… and an open back. It was a rich velvet red, lips painted, and her heels clicked on the stairs as she came down.

When they awoke from their stone day slumberous prisons, Christopher was quick to remind both Justin and Ryan, they were both on patrol duty tonight. He had been patrolling the last two nights, it was his night to guard the Church, never did he leave the Church unguarded now that Vinny and Ricky lived here with them. It wasn’t just that the Church was active again, it was that they lived here, that they were here and called it home, that this needed to be a safe space again. Christopher would always keep the Church as a safe space, always, especially after Chenza. 

He’d told Vinny he didn’t want her to move that platform as a remembrance for her, but also, it was a reminder. A reminder for those he needed to protect, everyone he loved, including those that were here, now. Including her. 

Once Justin and Ryan had taken off to the air from the rectory balcony, Christopher started to get anxious, Vinny had mentioned dancing. He didn’t know anything about dancing… She had mentioned having a nice dress, what did he have to wear that was nice? Nothing. All he had were those jeans and shirts that he stole from the workers that had come to the Church. They would have to do. He went to the little wardrobe that they’d put in the rectory, to change, when he saw it, it, it was a suit. A modern suit. 

She did think he was homeless, and saw how little clothing he had. Not that he saw many people wear actual suits downstairs at the bar, but if she was wearing a nice dress. He smiled a little.. He lifted the clothing from the closet and started to change. Admittedly, he made some adjustments.. Christopher was here to protect them, and to protect them, he needed weapons.. So he found means to keep a few of his daggers concealed within the lining of the jacket, vest, the waist of the pants. Not too hard. Thankfully, his preference for smaller and more concealable weaponry made it easier. 

Looking in the mirror in the bathroom, however, his hair had grown out far too long for this, it was well down past his shoulders right now. Pulling out a dagger, and sweeping his long hair up and pull it back into his fist, it just sliced a length of most of it off. There. Shorter, now it was sitting at a length above his shoulder, but he could still pull it back out of his way for patrol, and he did as well now, so it looked tidy as possible. Taking in a breath, he set out to head down to the bar, making his way down the stairs, his eyes searched over the place looking for Vinny.

Vinny was seated at the bar sipping a Shirley Temple when she spotted Chris, seeing him in his suit. She had made sure they would be matching at least as she stood up, abandoning her drink to walk to him with a wide smile, lips painted a deep burgundy, “I’m happy it fits so well… I was worried.” she admitted softly.

Christopher didn’t see her at first. No, that was a lie. He saw her, but the dress wasn’t anything that he expected, and had continued to look on among the other patrons for a second.. But.. There she was.. 

Those golden brown eyes were wide as he looked over her, flittering down her dress, this, this, she, the material sparkled under the light of the bar. The red material, slunk over her skin and the way so much of her upper body was exposed with those thin straps, he was tempted to shrug his coat from his shoulders and quickly cover hers for her modesty. By the Angels, he was breathless as he watched her approach him, even her lips were painted. Then, with the way she walked towards him, when she stepped forward, oh, oh, one side of her dress seemed to have a tear in it all the way up the side, so her leg was exposed. “Vinny, BabyGirl, your dress, it’s missing pieces, and all torn up, it was so beautiful too!” The panels around her middle were actually cut away, who would do that to her dress?

She giggled looking at him so lovingly, “No, no, nothing happened to it. It’s just… not a dress I get to wear often. It’s… supposed to be sexy, but I suppose I over shot it.” she whispered, now feeling a bit silly, her face falling just a bit, anxiety rippling through her. Maybe… she had read the situation wrong? Was… She looked down at her feet, “I… I think I should go change.” 

“What, no!” Christopher immediately reached for her, stopping her should she move away from him, though she was only looking down to her feet. “Ch- Vinny, You look absolutely delightful, I, I was not aware this was, this was how the dress was, was supposed to look.” Swallowing, his face growing warmer, he was not, how did he fix this, what was he to do? He did not have this issue with Chenza, she wore the same military garb he did, at most, when else would they have had time to dress otherwise? They had patrols, and battles. He did remember her wearing looser fitting hides towards the end to assist her pregnancy. However, gargoyles, even full term ones, did not have quite the growing bellies that mortals experienced, nor did they have the luxuries, of…

“BabyGirl, you look, beautiful… Unfortunately, I have to tell you, I should have this morning, I don’t, I don’t really know how to dance.”

She looked up at him, face burning, as she stepped closer to him and held his hands tighter. “It’s okay- I… I can teach you if you want.” she offered softly. It wouldn’t be complicated. She wouldn’t go into something complex right off the bat. Thankfully, Ricky had put on a bit more suggestive playlist for the night. Ever the best wingman. She was delighted by that at least. 

“Only if you want, though.”

Christopher had seen the way people had danced at clubs like this, it was why he was so surprised Vinny had left him a suit quite like this. It felt so much more sophisticated than most of those others that were dressed around the bar, just as Vinny looked so much more gorgeous than any of the other women. As far as he was concerned, she always was, no matter what dress she wore, there was no question about that. “I would like that.”

She smiled softly, taking his hand to lead him to the center of the room and put his hands on her waist, as she moved her arms around his neck swaying with him some, “This is really basic but I love it… if you wanna learn some of the complicated ones I can teach you those too… but for now… this one.” she whispered swaying and spinning with him, smiling softly, feeling dainty for once. The feel of his hands on her skin was alluring and savoring. She loved it- almost addicting.

His hands were so lightly over her skin at first, where the dress literally had panels of material missing by his thoughts, his initial thoughts being the dress was ruined because of it. Now, now she’d placed his hands in those very spaces, and it felt so intimate despite the dancing being so simple, just, swaying in place. Then, they were spinning slowly, her smiling up at him with the way her arms were draped up around him. Smiling down to her, thinking back on moments he’d stand in the towers, the rectory balcony with Chenza, waiting for those moments before dawn. 

In moments like this, he didn’t need the sun, she was his warmth, she was his light, this feeling, the way they said flowers turned to the sun every morning, was how he felt. He’d never seen it, but he had heard the sentiment, and he mirrored it. “How was the café today, did you have many customers?” Without thinking, he spun her around again. 

She giggled, her voice clear as a bell as she beamed looking up at him, “It was steady. But I was able to get a suit for you still. I hope you like it.” She breathed holding his shoulders gently pressed into his chest, almost no space between them, “What about yourself?”

When Ch- Vinny pressed so close to him, he could feel cold heat just rush through his entire body, his fingers tightening at her sides against her skin. Christopher’s eyes flickering down to her lips as he tried not to think about the temptation, he couldn’t give in, he, he couldn’t, he shouldn’t, he… “The suit is wonderful, thank you.” Hopefully she never discovered the small tears he made in the lining so he could create extra pockets to the ones already included for his extra weaponry along the back and sides. All easily accessible should he need them in a fight. Christopher would never allow himself to be unarmed again, never allow himself to be without means to defend those he cared for, ever again. 

It was only a matter of time before she asked on his days, asked on his time and how he spent it. “Our days are usually rather, stagnant in our work, as it were. Not much to report on, sadly, yet not much we can get out of doing it just the same.” This way, she couldn’t assume he could be called away from it. No way he could risk her thinking his days are free because he was claiming his days were empty and dull. “Our nights are far more, chaotic.” Even if it suggested they worked both day and night, it was what it was, in a sense, they did. It was their duty.

She nodded in understanding. “Security work… I did that for a time before we moved. Long hours and no breaks … it drives you crazy.” She admitted, a shiver racing down her spine, making her head swim for a moment. It was probably a bad idea… but she wanted it any way.

“Chris… would you… like to come upstairs tonight after dancing?” She asked, hoping she wouldn't be turned down. “I like you a lot, and I'd like to spend more one on one time with you.”

He should say no, he should say no, it was dangerous, he knew it was. After what happened the other morning, the temptation just outside of her window, and he wasn’t even alone with her, he should say no now. Sure, he’d been alone with her twice now, in the café, but this was different from in the café. That was a semi public place. Dammit Christopher, she just wanted a little one on one time, she probably wasn’t even considering him half of the way he was about her, forget the suit, the dancing. She was being sweet, and kind. Christopher was being a pervert, that was what he was being. His face warmed, nodding slightly, “That, would be nice.”

She beamed and pressed her face against his chest, “I'm so happy-�� she breathed, some tension easing off her back as she pressed her lips to his cheek, heart soaring. Maybe… maybe he could feel the same. Maybe… he would even want her enough… probably just because she reminded him of his lover.

Christopher swallowed, that cold heat rushing through his body again, with how she pressed against him, the way she leaned up, and her lips brushed against his cheek, they were so close. Temptation was right there, right within his grasp to taste her lips, his body had long betrayed him to his thoughts of Chenza when it came to Vinny, giving in now would be an insult, wouldn’t it? He couldn’t do that to her, she deserved better. Yes, the way she looked up at him, that pure joy, adoration, she even voiced it. “When you are ready to retire to upstairs, I am ready to join you.”

Her eyes widened, making her heart leap. “You… you would want to … spend time with me upstairs..?” She questioned sweetly, eyes wide and shining as her fingers gripped him a bit tighter. Her lips parted some as she looked up at him like he was offering her the universe.

There was a hitch in his breath when her heart skipped, her eyes widening so, did he, did he not just agree before? Oh, oh, “Yes, I, I would enjoy spending some more time with you.” The adoration in her expression in his agreeing eased his trepidations, smiling softly down to her, she was amazing. Christopher would stay with her for however long she deemed acceptable, at least, as long as he could, until was safe. 

She wrapped her arms around him, hiding her face with a happy smile. “Thank you…” she whispered while holding him. Their bodies swayed slowly and seductively to the music. Eventually others joined in dancing and laughter and joy surrounded them before she tugged him off the dance floor with her laughing softly.

[emma-nation]

Follow Me Through The Dark (Cassandra Dimitrescu x OC AU) - Chapter 1

Summary: After Mother Miranda's death, Cassandra Dimitrescu has been dealing with some unpleasant changes. When a stranger with a mysterious past arrives in the castle, she will realize her problems are only getting started.

Pairing: Cassandra Dimitrescu x f!OC Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning: for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Notes:

- My second Resident Evil fic - I've been replaying most of the games of the series to give me some new ideas and improve my fics. I can't believe I've been playing this game for over 20 years now!

- You voted and there was a tie between this fic and a sequel to my BelaxOC fic, The Devil In I. I started to write both, but decided to work on this one first as it's set before the sequel.

- Both fics are connected and in the same universe. There are mentions of the events of The Devil In I in this fic, as well of Bela's OC. So I recommend reading it, if you haven't yet.

- English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes.

- Your likes and comments are always appreciated!

London, United Kingdom - June, 2021

I stood frozen in place as I heard the sirens approaching. I always found the sound of them soothing, like a lullaby. Somehow I felt like someone was coming to my rescue again, just like in my first day in the city.

I thought about the woman who rescued me when I was seven years old. After we escaped from the village in a helicopter, she dropped me at some random street in London. After giving me some food and money, she briefly explained, in my native language, she could no longer take care of me. She had more important business to take care of.

I sat down and cried until I heard the sirens. Somebody called the police when they realized I was a foreigner child abandoned in an unknown country. I thought I'd finally be safe. I had no idea of what was about to come. The things I would have to face.

I hated my savior for a few years. But as I grew up, I understood her reasons. I never saw her again, but I still remembered her perfectly. She was strong, fierce and willed. I was determined to work hard to become a version of her.

And it was obvious I was failing.

"Hands in the air! You're under arrest."

I didn't resist. Somehow I expected to be taken to prison this time. No more community service or therapy. I was looking forward to something new. And unhealthy.

Unhealthy hobbies and coping mechanisms were my specialty.

"I hope you'll rot in prison this time, chica," I felt his hot breath whispering in my ear as he shoved me hard against the car.

"Well," I smirked sarcastically. "Me too."

He twisted my arm while he handcuffed my hands behind my back. I let out a pained groan, what seemed to annoy him even more, to the point he decided to inflict me some more pain.

"Hey!" I heard a familiar voice shouting from a distance. "That's enough. I'll take this from now."

I closed my eyes, knowing I was safe. Safe, not satisfied. Now I knew I wouldn't be going to prison. The Police Chief would assure it wouldn't happen. He would always clean up my mess.

"Again," Samuel sighed. I rested my feet on his car's panel and started to light up a cigarette. Before I could do it, he took it from my hand and threw it by the window.

I had been in trouble enough times to know the Chief by his first name. In fact, he was the one to find me when I arrived in London. When he first heard of my story, he felt sorry for me and we became close. For pity, affection or because I reminded him of his own daughters - I'd never know, but he was the closest I had of a father figure.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me."

"I am happy to see you, Gabby. When I visit you on your birthday or when you decided to show up at my house for the Christmas dinner. Not when you get caught stealing luxury cars!"

"So, I assume you still won't send me to prison this time?" I asked, as he continued to drive.

"No," Samuel calmly responded. "I still got the hope, you know? That you'll make things different, that you'll choose another path."

I recognized the route, he was taking me back to the place I had just escaped from.

"I... I don't live there anymore."

"I knew it. What was his name? Ryan, Hank...? What has he done to you this time, Gabby? I noticed the bruises around your neck!"

I closed my eyes, avoiding to give him an answer. Samuel changed the route to his own house. He'd let me spend the night like he usually did everytime I had nowhere to go.

"It explains why you were stealing again," he told, shaking his head in denial. He knew me too well. "Everytime something bad happens, you try to destroy yourself somehow. Why do you even do this to yourself? It's almost like you feel you don't deserve better. That you don't deserve happiness."

"Don't have such high expectations about me, old man," I finally opened my mouth to say something. "You'll get disappointed."

"Maybe. I'm giving you the benefit of doubt."

I had given up on happiness a long time ago. I had accepted my fate, I'd die young, alone and empty. My biggest accomplishment in life would be surviving what they called 'the incident'.

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I had a hard time to sleep that night - no pills seemed to be effective in my case. When I finally managed to rest, Samuel's wife, Sarah, woke me up to have some breakfast. That woman had the kindest heart I've ever seen. She always accepted my presence in her house and treated me just like any of her daughters. Even when I was at my worse, she was always taking care of me.

Once I finished, I went to Samuel's home office to see him. He was sitting behind the desk, reading the daily news while drinking some coffee.

"Good morning, Gabby," it was impressive how he could sense my presence without even taking his eyes off the newspaper.

"Morning," I sat down in front of him, wondering what I should say next. I was torn between an apology or another lame excuse for my behavior.

"Want to give it a try?"

He finally dropped the newspaper to finish his coffee, offering it to me.

"Jeez, no. I can watch the news on TV later."

"But I have something here that will interest you," Samuel pulled a file from one of his drawers and threw it on desk. I read the label 'Castle Dimitrescu - Romania'.

"What is this?" I asked curious.

"A group of tourists who just returned from Romania were at the precinct a few weeks ago. Obviously no one believed them, they were going to discard this file, but I thought you'd like to take a look."

I opened the file and stared at the page, trying to focus my attention on the first few lines. I read them several times before moving on. Samuel anticipated an explanation before I even attempted to read the rest, which was nice of him.

"These tourists were exploring some secluded locations in Romania. They reported to have found a village where people worshipped a woman, who they called 'Mother Miranda'. Later, a stranger conducted them to this castle. The Countess and her daughters were reported to be vampire-like creatures, infected by a parasite. Somehow, they managed to escape unharmed."

A few specific words on that long report caught my attention: 'village', 'cult', 'creatures'. That was exactly what I had been looking for my entire life. No one would ever believe such a story, unless they went through something similar.

"See it, Gabby? You wanted to confront your past and prove people you're not crazy. This is your chance."

I was ready to expose that reality to the whole world. My people's history would finally be told. Their death would not be in vain.

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Eastern Europe, Castle Dimitrescu - November, 2021

Cassandra never cared about the concept of time. She didn't have to, she was immortal. The days in the castle were always the same, which she enjoyed. She hated changes. Even a minor alteration in her routine would get her in the worse of the moods. However, during one of her visits to the village she bought a calendar. All the previous days, until now, had been marked with a red 'X'. Nobody knew what that meant and they shouldn't know. That was her secret.

She knew the day had arrived right when she woke up, very early in the morning. That unexpected event was making a fuss among the new servants. It was everything they'd talk about in the last few days. As soon as she left the bedroom, she observed as two or three maids exchanged whispers in the corridors.

"Ms. Bela has arrived."

"Oh my god, you were right. She is so gorgeous!"

Cassandra cleared her throat, making them widen their eyes in panic. She had that effect on humans. She scared them quite easily.

"Shouldn't you be performing your tasks?" She angered. "You're not getting paid to gossip around the castle. Go! Now!"

They quickly obeyed. She let out a small victorious laugh.

When she arrived at the staircase, the scene in front of her caused her nausea. There was a pile of Dimitrescu women in the main hall. She could barely see her older sister, as her mother and Daniela squeezed Bela in a group hug.

"Ughhhhh," she muttered to herself as she discreetly approached. "I should burn that calendar."

"Hello to you too, Cassandra," Bela spoke when she finally freed herself from Lady Dimitrescu's enormous arms. She patted her on the shoulder. They wouldn't hug. That was not how it worked between them. No displays of affection, except in desperate occasions. Very desperate occasions. "I know you missed me."

Obnoxious bastard. She knew nothing.

"Not even for a day."

Cassandra continued to follow her sister until her bedroom. For Bela everything came easier, all she had to do was smile. That goddamn perfect smile that seemed to hypnotize everyone around her. In the moment, the servants were bickering to decide who'd carry her bags inside the bedroom and earn a position as her chambermaid.

"Where's your pet?" She asked, even though she knew the answer. She was in the office when her mother and Bela were talking through a video call, but every opportunity she had to taunt her older sister was precious. "Didn't she want to come with you?"

"If you're talking about my girlfriend," Bela corrected. "Aleena is spending the holiday meeting some relatives in New England."

"Oh and obviously, she didn't want you to be there."

"Nice try, but no. I was the one who wanted to give her some space during this moment."

The servants were paying too much attention to their conversation. Bela dismissed them and started to unpack her clothes herself. Cassandra watched in silence, feeling a hint of jealousy. Her sister looked different. Not only Bela seemed more mature and grown up, but she also looked prettier. All her clothes were new and modern. She was also wearing a hairpiece to cover the scar on her head. Maybe living in the civilization wasn't so bad after all.

"Be careful," Cassandra smirked. "You know what happens when you give them too much space."

She didn't hate Aleena Novak, but she wished she'd vanish, disappear. Then maybe things would go back to the way they were before. She blamed that kid for all the unpleasant changes she had been dealing with. But who was she trying to fool? Nothing would ever be the same and the only one to blame was Miranda.

"Don't worry," Bela adopted the same sarcastic tone she was using. "I'm only staying for one or two weeks, not enough for Aleena to forget me. We have a relationship based on mutual trust and respect."

Cassandra let out a groan, that was absolutely gross. Only a fool like Bela could've fallen into that human trap.

"Is that how the Americans call it?"

"No. It's called 'love', Cassandra. Maybe you should try it someday."

"I'll pass."

In the end, she decided to help her sister to arrange her stuff. No displays of affection. But who would know it wasn't an accident when brushed her fingers on Bela's arm?

"I missed you too," Bela spoke when they were almost done.

This time, she didn't deny it. But she didn't confirm either.

It was an accident.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Lady Dimitrescu's Room - November, 2021

Mother Miranda was dead, but she definitely left them a legacy of consequences and punishments. If a small part of her conscience was still inhabiting those fungal roots, in that moment she should be laughing. None of the Lords was struggling so hard to survive as House Dimitrescu.

They no longer had someone to find and capture humans for them to consume. There was a person who did that under Miranda's orders, but since her death they no longer showed up. Without consuming blood for such a long period, Cassandra and Daniela were weakened, losing their regeneration skills and their ability of turning into flies. It was Lady Dimitrescu who was struggling harder. The lack of blood was making her suffer from the symptoms of her blood disease all over again.

She had good and bad days. That was being a terrible week.

"She refuses to feed from the blood bags I brought," Bela lamented, shaking her head in denial. Cassandra knew her concerns about their mother's health was the only reason of her visit.

She glanced at Daniela. Her younger sister had no problems to adapt to Bela's new pathetic habits. Traitor.

"And so do I," Cassandra told. "I refuse to feed like a moron."

"Then die like an idiot."

"It won't be enough to supply all of us for too long."

"I know, Cassandra," Bela stood up, ready to leave Alcina's chambers. "I'm only trying to do something to help while I'm here. If you have any better ideas, I'd appreciate."

Her older sister was wearing a dress and a matching hat. She was trying to appear formal, but instead she looked like a bad version of their mother. It was almost like Bela was starting to think about the possibility of replacing her, in case the odds remained against them.

"What are you doing dressed like this?" The brunette Dimitrescu sister asked. "You look ridiculous!"

"Mother asked me to find a new servant to replace that one you 'accidentally' murdered a few weeks ago," Bela answered. "I'm going to interview the candidates."

"We're coming with you. It should be a task for all the three of us. After all, you don't even live here anymore."

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Sitting on the couch, in the middle of her two sisters, Cassandra couldn't feel more annoyed. And bored. Forty five minutes passed and apparently no candidates had applied for the job.

"The rumors are spreading fast," Bela was ready to give up. "Nobody wants to work on this damn place anymore."

The door opened, the new housekeeper announced their only candidate, an old man. The eldest Dimitrescu daughter rolled her eyes. They clearly stated they were searching for a woman, with some experience with gardening. Besides performing the other basic tasks, the new employee would be responsible for tendering for the garden while Lady Dimitrescu was feeling ill.

Cassandra grinned ear to ear. They didn't have a candidate for the position, but they certainly had found something much better. A candidate for that night's main dish. She didn't bother listening to the interview. She had other plans in mind.

"We can tell his family he had a heart attack," she shouted when the three sisters were alone again. "He's old as fuck!"

"Pretty please," Daniela made her puppy dog eyes. They always seemed to work on most of the people. Bela was an exception though. "I promise I'll never steal anything from your bedroom again."

"No," Bela sighed weary. "We can't do that. It'll raise the attention of the other servants, as well of the villagers. If they call the BSAA, it'll end badly for all of us."

"Screw the servants! Screw the villagers! Screw you, Bela! I'm going to save mother's life."

Cassandra stood up and headed to the door. Her sister was ready to stop her when the housekeeper returned, getting her attention. They had another candidate. A young woman that was late for the interview.

"Screw her too," Cassandra proceeded with her plan. If she calculated it right, the old man should still be in the castle's grounds. It would be a piece of cake. No one would even notice.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Living Room - November, 2021

I heard many things about Castle Dimitrescu around the small village in Romania. None of them were good. There were many reports of people who disappeared in the castle's surroundings and were never seen again. There were stories about the Countess and her daughters consuming human blood to live. There were rumors about them being able to turn into insects.

Okay. I was at the right place to obtain all the proof I needed.

When I found the advertisement on the newspaper I couldn't miss the opportunity. They were searching for a new maid and I had just been fired from my job. It was destiny.

"Good afternoon. I'm Mrs. Petrova, the housekeeper. And you are?"

I took a while to answer. I was too focused on observing the environment around me. Obviously, everything appeared normal. What did I expect to find? A puddle of blood in the middle of the main hall? Coffins? Skeletons?

"Oh, I'm sorry," I smiled and shook the woman's hand. "Gabriela. Gabriela Rodriguez."

"Follow me. The Mistress' daughters are waiting for you."

I checked down my watch as I followed the woman. Fuck, I was late as usual. Pissing off the Volturi coven wasn't a great start. Mrs. Petrova knocked on the door and announced my presence. A female voice told her to let me in.

"Hi," I waved and smiled. "I'm Gabriela. And... I'm late."

I couldn't allow myself to get nervous. I tended to do and say stupid things when I was nervous. I had the impression I should've kept my mouth shut, but then one of the two sisters smiled and waved back at me.

"Hi, Gabriela. I'm Daniela," the red haired sister said. "Oh my god! Our names match!"

The other sister censored her with a nasty look. She should be the one in charge. The Countess' heiress. She was the one I was supposed to earn the trust.

"Good afternoon," she finally greeted, after analyzing me head to toe. "Bela Dimitrescu. May you have a sit?"

I nodded. As I moved to the couch in front of them I wondered if I should do something special, such as curtsy or kiss their hands. I didn't. I just smiled again and sat down. None of them looked at me in disapproval. Good, I did it right at least once.

"Where are you from, Gabriela?" Bela asked while serving me a cup of tea. All I could do was noticing how gorgeous both of the sisters looked. That was how so many people managed to get kidnapped and killed inside the castle. It was easy to get hypnotized by their beauty. I'd have to remind myself often they were creatures, not humans, in case I got the job.

"I'm from London," I told, forcing a little bit my British accent. "But I was born in Spain."

"So cool," Daniela attempted to join the conversation. "Can you tell us more about the places you lived? I mean, we've never left..."

The blonde Dimitrescu daughter censored her again, before proceeding with our interview.

"Why are you interested in the position?"

"I... I was just fired from my last job," No! Bad answer! I had to find a way to fix it. "And I can do literally anything you ask me. I learn fast, you show me once and I'll immediately learn how it's done."

Then I remembered they wanted someone with some gardening experience. I repeated all the information I learned through some videos on YouTube, trying to sound like I was a botany enthusiast. Truth be told, I knew nothing about gardens.

"Do you have any experience in the area?"

My experience was limited to all those little plants I accidentally killed in my apartment. I handed her my resume. Her golden yellow eyes scanned it for a couple of minutes before they focused on me again. She knew there was something shady about me. Her vampire senses should be telling her there was something wrong. Nobody changed jobs so quickly as I did. Would she check my criminal records too? She was a murderer, for god's sake! Compared to any of the sisters, I was a saint.

I couldn't show any weakness. I had to keep a straight face. I had to appear confident. I took a sip of my tea and smiled again.

"Okay..." she finally sighed. "You can stay for a few days for practice. If you adapt well, the job is yours."

"I won't disappoint you, Ms. Dimitrescu."

"Don't worry about me. It's my mother you need to impress."

Alcina Dimitrescu. Her daughters weren't so scary after all. I couldn't say the same about her. Even the huge portrait hanging on the wall scared the shit out of me. Was she really that tall? Only a mutation would make that possible.

I headed back to the village, where I'd collect my bags, and I started to think about their names. Alcina, Bela and Daniela. A, B and... D. If the stories I heard were true, there was supposed to be a third daughter. But where was she? Where was 'C'?

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Castle Dimitrescu, Living Room - Present Days

That old scumbag gave Cassandra a lot more trouble than she initially predicted. With the lack of blood, she was slower than usual. She had a hard time chasing him through the vineyards. Her mother would freak out when she discovered she had damaged some vines. At least she granted her a decent meal for dinner.

When she returned to the castle, she was dirty and sweaty, leaving a trail of muddy boots behind. The displeasure at Mrs. Petrova's face was priceless. Tormenting the servants was one of her favorite hobbies.

"Here we go..." the smirk from Cassandra's face immediately faded away as soon as she reached the first corridor, headed to her bedroom.

Bela was also waiting for her, with her arms crossed and a frown. She was judging her, obviously. She always did. Even if her sister was only one or two years older, she still acted like she was a superior being.

"Don't give me this look, okay?" Cassandra anticipated. She tried to pass through Bela, only to get stopped. "Don't you even dare to call me irresponsible and selfish. I'm doing it for us. For our family."

"Not only you ignored my order, Cassandra, but you killed that man in the daylight," she scolded. "I could hear the screaming from the living room! What if any servants had seen you? You were absolutely reckless!"

"Okay, Bela... Let's talk about being reckless. If someone hadn't fallen in love with a certain stupid human, that fucking Alliance would've never gotten involved. We'd still be living in peace."

"Oh, is it Aleena's fault now? Mother was the one who brought her to the castle in first place. And did you forget that if it wasn't for her Miranda would've killed all of us?"

Deep down, Cassandra knew it. But the anger inside her was getting out of control. She had to burn some of that chaotic energy somehow. She wanted to pick a fight with her older sister. She wanted to hit her right where she knew it'd hurt.

"It doesn't matter! I should've killed her as soon..."

Their discussion was interrupted by a loud, familiar scream.

"CASSANDRA!" Lady Dimitrescu was feeling ill, but it didn't made her voice any weaker. The brunette's name echoed through the whole castle.

"You already told her," Cassandra sighed in disbelief. She couldn't expect better from Bela. If she had an opportunity to look good to their mother, she'd certainly take it. "You're a traitor."

"I'm sorry," Bela apologized. "It was the right thing to do."

She walked away, ready to meet Alcina. She inhaled deeply, preparing for what was about to come. Differently from Daniela, Lady Dimitrescu wouldn't take it easy on her. She always received the worst scolds and punishments.

"What you did was extremely stupid, childish and irresponsible! And you still question my decision of leaving your sister in charge in my absence?!" Her mother yelled. "You're disgracing this family, Cassandra! Someday you'll get all of us killed."

Ouch. That one hurt.

"Okay, mother," she lowered her head. "I made a mistake. It won't happen again."

"It's not enough, Cassandra. You need to act like it! You need to grow some responsibilities. There will be a punishment this time."

"What is it?"

"I don't know yet. I'll think about it."

Deep down, Cassandra had no regrets. At least now her mother would feel better from her illness. She wouldn't have to fear losing her again. She wouldn't have to fear losing one more member of their family.

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Eastern Europe, Pub - November, 2021

I spent the last few hours in the village's pub, attempting to charm Elena, the cute bartender, into telling me more about that place, the Four Lords and Mother Miranda. I could tell she was lying, pretending to be ignorant to the truth. But I could see it in her blue eyes. They had the same shade of trauma and fear as mine. She probably witnessed things she wouldn't share with anyone, especially a foreigner.

"You can trust me, Elena," I softly reached for her hand. "I won't think you're crazy. I've been there too."

"D-Did you?" She bit her lower lip. "How?"

"I was born in this village in Spain. We lived in peace until..."

My line was interrupted by the pub's door being opened. Elena's eyes immediately stared at the figure that walked in. The woman was wearing black vests and a hood covering her head. If everything in that village was so normal, then what the hell was that? A late Halloween party?

She walked to the counter and sat right next to me. She didn't noticed me. In fact, if I'm being honest, she didn't notice anything around her. That lady was focused on one thing only - herself.

"Serve me," she ordered to Elena, as if she owned the place.

"You're always so nasty," Elena complained with an annoyed moan, while she turned around to grab a bottle of bourbon and a glass.

"Don't test me. I had a bad day."

Was that a threat? Was she seriously threatening the bartender in front of me?

"Hey," I interrupted. "Is that how you treat every person you come across?"

The woman finally looked at me. I noticed how she and Elena looked like. They could be related. Sisters maybe.

"Only the idiots," she answered, before drinking the entire glass in one sip.

"Apparently you come here often, treat people like shit and they still serve you like you're a VIP guest or something. You should at least treat them decently."

"Please, save your manners for somebody who cares."

She stood up, showing no intentions of paying for what she consumed. That annoyed me more than anything else. I stood up too, accidentally spilling my drink all over her dress.

"Oh! I'm sorry," I said sarcastically. "Or not. After all, you don't care. So it means I shouldn't bother having any manners around a douchebag like you."

"You are so dead!" She grabbed my wrist. Her hand was cold and firm. I could almost feel her nails digging into my skin. "Useless human-thing"

"Let me go, your creepy asshole."

"Cassandra!" Elena called. "Let her go, now!"

The woman was much taller than me. I looked up, gazing directly into her golden yellow eyes. They were familiar somehow. As well as the symbol tattooed on her forehead.

"I'm going to call Bela!" The bartender insisted.

Bela? The Dimitrescu daughter that interviewed me that afternoon? Why would she have anything to do with that?

"What?" Cassandra let out a small, sarcastic laugh. "Do you think I fear Bela?"

She let go of my wrist, pushing me with some strength. I held onto the counter to keep myself steady. The whole pub had stopped to look at us.

"Idiots. All of you!"

Cassandra stomped out of the place, leaving everyone paralyzed in shock. I turned back to Elena.

"I'm so sorry about that. Who is she anyways? Is she your sister or something?"

"Oh god, no!" She told. "That's Cassandra Dimitrescu. One of the Countess' daughters."

That was when I realized. I had just met 'C'. And we didn't have such a great start...

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Castle Dimitrescu, Cassandra's Bedroom - November, 2021

Hangover wasn't something vampire-like creatures should experience. However, Cassandra had emptied one of the secret stocks of booze her mother kept in the castle. And she hadn't had any blood yet. She refused to stay and have dinner with her family after the discussion in the previous day.

"Ughhhh," she moaned in bed. "I hope there's still some for me."

The rays of sunlight were entering through her windows, making her head hurt even harder. Some incompetent servant probably entered her bedroom and opened the curtains before she woke up.

"I'm surrounded by morons!"

She walked to the windows, ready to close the curtains, but then, something caught her attention. A short, dark haired woman wearing too much black leather right at the castle's entrance.

She recognized her immediately. The meaningless little human that dared to insult her at the pub. What was she doing in her territory? Why was she carrying her bags inside?

Cassandra didn't even bother getting changed. She rushed to the stairs to see it for herself.

"Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu, Gabriela," Mrs. Petrova helped the bitch in leather with her bags. "I'll show you your new accommodations."

The interview. Cassandra missed the interview while she was hunting that old man.

Her mother was right. She had made a big mistake and she had to find a way to fix it. Nobody dishonored her like that girl did and lived. Nobody.

She couldn't be impulsive. Not this time. She had to act carefully. They had to believe it was an accident.

"CASSANDRA!" Her mother's voice echoed through every corner of the castle again.

"Yes, mother?" She appeared calm and composed when she entered Lady Dimitrescu's chambers.

"You have a job. The punishment for your latest actions."

"Anything."

"Bela hired a new servant yesterday," Lady Dimitrescu told. "You'll be responsible for helping her to settle down, as well as showing her the new tasks. Do you understand?"

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Playin' With Fire

Summary: Dani has moved in with Will and Benny Miller. One night they throw a party and she finally gets to meet the final Special Ops teammate, Frankie. There is an obvious connection between the two, but what happens when life throws a roadblock in the way of them being together?

A/N: So here it is. My first ever Frankie fic, my first ever Pedro Character fic, my first ever fic that has all the parts completed. I would like to say a BIG thank you to @221bshrlocked for the mood board because hers is TEN times better than any of mine were. Each part will have their own warnings. Translations will be at the end of every chapter, let me know if any of them are wrong. Also let me know if I've missed any warnings. Y'all forgive me if my writing is crap.

Warning: Explicit language, mentions of someone getting handsy, um dirty dancing?, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 4,205

It was a warm summer day, Benny’s birthday to be exact. Will had decided to throw a party at their house for him. Will had mentioned that their childhood friend, who they called ‘Tequila’ just moved in with them. Frankie had shown up early to help Will assemble the new grill he had gotten. He never expected for his entire life to be flipped upside down.

He knocked on Will’s front door three times before it swung open and there she stood. Dirty blonde hair that hung just below her breasts, eyes so blue it put the sky to shame. He was sure he looked like a damned fool, mouth agape, probably catching flies. Then she smiled, and Frankie’s heart beat faster than ever thought possible.

“Hey, you must be Catfish. Will told me he was expecting you.” She greets him and her voice sounds like a fucking angel. There was no way that she wasn’t messing around with Benny. She looked just like his type.

“I’m Dani, Will and Ben’s roommate, but everyone calls me Tequila.” Frankie groans internally, he was so screwed. She opens the door a little more and moves out of the way. “Will’s in the backyard.” She points through the house.

Frankie hurried past her and mumbled a “Thank you”. Frankie’s eyes were trained to the floor as he briskly walked toward the kitchen and out into the backyard.

“Fish!” Will bellowed with a huge smile on his face. “I guess Tequila let you in.” The two men embraced in a bro-hug. Frankie nodded, moving over to where Will had the grill pieces laid out.

“She did. You never mentioned your new roommate was a woman and hot.” Frankie responded, looking over the directions. “You know man, you pay like fifty extra bucks and they put this shit together for you.”

It took Frankie and Will three fucking hours to put the grill together. By the end of the last hour, Frankie was cursing Will, telling him he’d never help him do something like this again; Although, they both knew that was a lie. The two men walked into the kitchen, where Dani was prepping the steaks for dinner. “Finally done, boys? I threw a couple of buds in the fridge for y’all.” She chuckled as the back door opened.

Frankie knew he shouldn’t, but walking up to the fridge, he couldn’t help but steal a gaze at her back side. The shorts she was wearing left almost nothing to the imagination. Her tanned legs seemed like they went on for days. Her feet clad in converses, which made Frankie laugh, because who wears those any more.

Dani heard the laughter and turned around, seeing Frankie looking at her feet. "My shoes funny to you, Catfish?" She asked, with a playful smile on her face.

Frankie's head shot up. " No, no. I love Chuck Taylors as much as the next person. It just surprises me that people still wear them." He explained himself, hoping she didn't catch him staring at her ass, too. Frankie opened the fridge and grabbed two beers, before asking her if she wanted one. She shook her head, stating she doesn't drink beer. Frankie wondered what that meant, and handed the other beer to Will who watched the scene unfold in front of him with a smirk on his face.

There was about an hour to kill before everyone showed up to celebrate Benny's birthday. "The steaks should marinate for at least another half hour." Dani explained to Will, "And make sure you don't burn 'em this time, Ironhead." She teased him, and he threw a hand over his heart, feigning that it was broken. The two went about the kitchen prepping side dishes for the night.

Frankie was outside, trying to figure out why the grill wouldn't light and he was sure Will fucked something up. He couldn't help but wonder what Tequila and his friend were talking about.

Dani turned to her best friend, "So, what's Catfish's story?" She asked, twiddling her fingers. Will looked at her with a raised brow.

"Frankie? Why?" Will questioned her teasingly. Blush covered her cheeks and she averted her eyes to the floor.

"I dunno. He seems sweet." She replied and Will smirked, giving her a knowing look. "Will, stop it. All I said was he seems sweet." She playfully smacked the other blonde.

"Well, Ironhead. I figured out what you fucked up." Frankie's voice boomed as he opened the back door. He noticed that the two were talking and apologized for interrupting.

"It's fine, Frankie." Dani smiled, "What did this dumbass do now?" Frankie realized that was the first time she said his real name, and it was the greatest thing he has ever heard.

Frankie turned to Ironhead. "Maldito idiota. You forgot to connect the gas line. The whole place could have gone up." Will's eyes almost popped out of his head.

Tequila turned to Ironhead. "What the fuck, Will?!" She screeched. Will threw his hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry. I got distracted." He tried to save his ass. "I swear I connected it."

Frankie and Tequila rolled their eyes. "Well, I hope your girl of the week knows she almost killed us." Tequila groaned and walked outside, knowing exactly what was keeping Will distracted. Frankie just shook his head and followed her.

"Hey," he started as he walked up to her at the cooler. She gave him an acknowledging nod as she pulled a bottle of tequila out. "Oh. Is it time for the hard stuff,already? Una chica después de mi propio corazón." The spanish rolled off of Frankie's tongue and Dani could have fallen over.

She would never admit it to anyone, but she had a thing for languages. Or maybe she just had a thing for Frankie and his Spanish. She wasn't sure which. "Yeah, well after finding out your best friend almost killed you for a few nudes from his fling of the week, tequila seems appropriate." She forced a laugh. Frankie definitely caught on that she described Will as her best friend and that he was having flings.

Frankie nodded in agreement. "So, is this why they call you Tequila?" He tried to change the subject, pointing to the bottle of Patrón. She shook her head 'no'. Before she could tell him, Will stuck his head out the door, yelling that Santiago was here.

"Santi!" Tequila squealed, rushing to the door, and she missed the look on Frankie's face. It was a mix between hurt and confusion. How did she know Santiago when Frankie had no idea she existed? Frankie groaned and walked toward the house to greet his friend.

Dani had already made it inside and was wrapped in an embrace with Pope. “Fuck,” Pope groaned with a smile as Dani jumped into him. “Hey, Tequila.” He hugged her tightly.

“Look here, jerkface,” She said as they separated, “Next time you hook up with one of my friends and leave me to deal with her crying, I’m kicking your ass.” She poked him in the chest to get her point across.

Santiago just hung his head and mumbled a “yes ma’am” before Frankie caught his eye. “Lo que hasta hermano” He greeted one of his oldest friends. He looked at Dani and mouthed “help me” to Frankie, earning another poke from the blonde girl.

“Estás solo, hermano. Ella da miedo.” Frankie smiled, pointing to Tequila. She huffed and crossed her arms.

“Oh, fuck you guys. I’m fluent in Spanish. Deja de hablar mierda de mi.” The words rolled off her tongue with ease and Frankie almost lost his shit right there. Lucky for him, Will broke up the tension.

“Benny just texted me, he will be here in twenty. Tom is bringing Molly and will be here in about fifteen.” Dani excused herself to go get ready, claiming she wasn’t presentable for a party. If it had been up to Frankie, she wouldn’t have changed at all. He found himself excited when she came back about fifteen minutes later in the same shorts, shoes, and a cropped Guns-n-Roses t-shirt.

The party was in full swing. The seven of them were gathered around the fire pit. The group was too many drinks in and knew they would be crashing here. Thankfully Benny and Will had the room.

“So, Dani. Why do they call you Tequila?” Molly had asked and Will and Benny started laughing. Dani just shook her head. Benny answered before she could.

“Because Dani can knock you on your ass with one good shot, just like Tequila. Trust me, I know.” He explained, speaking from experience. Molly looked at her with wide eyes and she just shrugged.

“I bartended my way through college. Sometimes an asshole would get too handsy. It paid off to have two protective guys who taught me how to throw a good punch. Plus, I really like tequila.” She winked at Frankie, referencing their conversation earlier in the day, taking a sip of her tequila sunrise. She made a face, realizing it had watered down. “I’m going for another, anyone else need one?” She offered and everyone raised an empty bottle.

She got up from her chair and turned toward the house. Frankie got up too, “I’ll help you,” he offered, ignoring the whistle Santi let out. He was clearly feeling good. Frankie flipped him a quick bird and continued into the house.

Inside, Dani was already grabbing bottles out of the fridge, mumbling about how they have already almost finished off their stock. “Oh, here” Frankie started, leaning on the counter. Dani closed the door, turning her attention to the man beside her. “Let me help.” He said, taking the bottles out of her hands, seeing her struggle to hold them all. “Can I ask you something?” Frankie gets the words out before he changes his mind. She hmms in response.

“How have we never met? I mean you obviously know Santi.” He takes his hat off to run a hand through his hair. Dani smiled at the sight of his hair all disheveled.

“I’ve been asking myself that all night. You do seem to be the better of the bunch.” She flirted, hoping he would return the gesture and he did.

“You are definitely not what I was expecting when Will said they had a roommate.” He smiled, leaning a little closer to her. Dani noticed and moved closer herself. Before they could cross that line, they were startled apart by a very inebriated Benny.

“Tequila!” Their drunk friend slurred, “Wha’re you ‘n fish doin’? Cat, you hittin’ on my girl?” He tried to be serious, but Benny stumbled over his own feet into Frankie.

“Woah, Benny. Careful.” Frankie caught him and set him up right. Dani laughed, he always was a lightweight.

“We were just about to bring the drinks out.” She says, grabbing the bottles off the counter, leaving a couple for Frankie to carry.

Back outside, Dani and Molly danced to whatever music Will had playing. “Yeah!” by Usher came on and Molly squealed that she loves this song. “Dance with me, Tequila!” She pulls her closer and Dani lets her, the alcohol clearly gone to her head. The two girls are all but grinding on each other. Tom quickly gets up, knocking his chair backwards. He takes Dani’s place dancing with Molly, grumbling something she would never repeat in public.

Frankie wanted nothing more than to join her now that she was dancing alone, but Santi beat him to the punch. “Baila conmigo, cariño.” He whispered in her ear and she giggled. Frankie wished it had been him to get that noise out of her. Dani shook her head and pushed Santi away.

“Solo en tus sueños, playboy.” She responded and it was Frankie’s turn to laugh. Dani walked away from Santi over to where Frankie sat. “Dance with me, Frankie?” She asked sweetly. How could Frankie say no?

He followed her just as a Def Leppard flowed through the speakers. She began moving her body to the beat of “Pour some sugar on me”. Frankie did his best to keep up with her, but he kept losing concentration, especially when her ass connected with his crotch one to many times. His hands instinctively went to her hips and pulled her closer. “Joder, princesa. Tienes que parar antes de que pierda el control.” He groaned into her neck where only she could hear him.

She turned to face him, throwing her arms around his neck to pull herself closer. “Tal vez eso es exactamente lo que quiero.” She purred in his ear.

The sun beamed through Dani’s window way too early the next morning. She groaned and rolled away from the penetrating light. As she turned, her hand hit a warm body and it elicited a groan. “Too early.”

Dani’s eyes shot open, trying to see who was beside her. Looking around, she realized that she was not in her room, but instead in Will’s. “Will?” She questioned, berating herself for going this far with her best friend. The other person threw the blanket off their head and Dani let out a sigh of relief. Seeing Frankie took the weight off of her shoulders.

“Hermosa, did you just call me Will?” Frankie asked, sleep thick in his voice. Dani was so embarrassed.

“Sorry, fish. I opened my eyes and saw that we were in Will’s room. What the fuck happened last night?” Dani questioned the man beside her as she sat up to assess the room. She looked around for any indication that something transpired between them last night.

“Trust me, Tequila. You’d know if we slept together.” Frankie sighed, as he swiped a hand over his face. Cocky much, Dani thought; However, he was right, she didn’t feel like she had sex. “I need coffee.” He griped, throwing his legs off the bed and standing up. Dani caught him out of the corner of her eye. He had on sweats and no shirt. She turned her head, shamelessly checking him out, before he pulled his shirt on. “Take a picture, Teq.” He laughed and she threw a pillow at him.

Dani forced herself out of the bed too, happy to see her drunk self had put on decent pajamas. The two padded into the kitchen as quietly as possible. They had passed Santi and Ben passed out on the couches.

“Where are Molly and Tom?” Dani whispered to Frankie and he just shrugged. Frankie rummaged through the kitchen searching for the coffee. “Teq, where are the filters?” He yawned, holding up the coffee can.

“Shit, we might be out.” Frankie whined at her answer. “Come on. There’s a coffee shop within walking distance.” She continued, heading towards her room. She opened the door and found out where Molly and Tom were. “Holy shit!” she gasped and immediately turned around. Frankie heard her outburst and rushed over to her, seeing the same sight as her, Molly perched on Tom’s lap, moving in an obvious way.

“Jesus,” Frankie said, covering his eyes.

“I’m just gonna borrow some clothes from Benny.” Dani said walking away and closing her door. Once in Benny’s room, they found Will sound asleep. Dani quickly picked up some sweats and a tee from Benny’s drawer. “I’ll be right out.” She told Frankie as she entered Benny’s bathroom.

When she emerged, she had dressed and her blonde locks were haphazardly thrown into a bun. Frankie loved this look on her. She was just as beautiful as she was last night, and this looked more natural on her. “You’re staring, Catfish.” She teased him, “Let’s go get coffee before anyone else wakes up.”

The walk to the coffee shop was a pleasant one. It was about 7am and the North Carolina humidity hadn’t set in yet. Frankie and Dani chit-chatted the whole way. She had learned that he had met the guys while in the service. He joined right after high school, just like them. He was their pilot. His favorite color is black, and that is exactly how he likes his coffee. He drives the same chevy he got on his 18th birthday, and has no intentions of getting rid of it because “she still purrs like a kitten”.

He learned a lot about Dani, too. Her favorite color is purple. She likes her coffee with just cream. She met Benny first, since they were the same age. She is an only child, so Ben and Will are basically her older brothers. She just finished her residency at the county hospital and is getting ready to take her boards. She absolutely loves 80’s hair bands and country music, but has a soft spot for R&B and rap.

They were nice enough to get coffee for everyone, even though Tom and Molly seemed to have enough energy this morning. “I have to buy a new mattress now.” Dani cringed at the thought of what Molly and Tom were doing.

They got back to the house to see that everyone was now awake, and fully clothed. Dani gave Tom and Molly a dirty look and they both apologized, confusing everyone else in the room. Frankie started handing out the coffees, getting mumbled “thank yous” from the group.

“Are those my clothes?” Benny asked, gesturing to Dani. She nodded and proceeded to tell everyone why she had to wear Benny’s clothes.

“Holy shit. You need a new mattress now.” Will snorted, his face drawing up in disgust.

Dani laughed, “That’s exactly what I told Frankie!” Molly’s face was beet red and Tom just hung his head. “Awh, come on, guys. We’re just kidding. Although, I do need a new mattress.” She tried to lighten the mood.

Frankie quietly sipped his coffee, trying to figure out if he should ask Dani out on a date. They’ve only known each other for a day and Frankie can’t imagine his life without her, even just as a friend.

What seemed like hours passed and the group slowly trickled down until it was just Benny, Dani, and Frankie. Benny was the next to leave, loudly saying he was going to take a nap and for Frankie to behave himself. Frankie just shook his head at his friend.

“I guess I should be heading out soon.” Frankie sighed, not wanting to leave. Dani nodded, trying not to look disappointed.

Frankie scooted closer to where she was sitting on the couch, lifting her outstretched legs over his. The two sat in silence, purely enjoying each other’s company. “Fish,” Dani started, “You wanna get dinner sometime?” She asked, biting her lip nervously. Frankie looked at her, shocked, that she asked first.

“I would be damn stupid to say no.”

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Dani and Frankie had become best friends. Even through all of the flirting, they never crossed that line. Dani was working at the hospital, and Frankie was back on rotation at the airport. He was gone most days, but he was due to come back for a short time.

Frankie was ready to be back home. He loved flying, but now he had something worth being on the ground for. He had called Dani before his last flight left, telling her he would be back by 9am the next day.

Like clockwork, Frankie was knocking on the door at the Miller Party House™ by 9:30am. Dani begrudgingly dragged herself out of bed and threw on her robe. She scurried toward the door, pulling it open to reveal Frankie with a bouquet of sunflowers. Frankie laughed, “No need to get dressed up querida, it's just me.” He teased her.

Dani pulled him into the house and hugged him tight. “Fish! I can’t believe you’re here.” She said sleepily. Frankie smiled at her tiredness. She just looked so damn cute in her fuzzy robe and bed head. “Give me thirty and I’ll be ready.” She yawned as he released her from his hold.

He watched her pad her way down the hall to her room, his smile never leaving his face. He made his way to the kitchen, knowing where everything was, he started a pot of coffee. Even though they were going for breakfast, he knew she would want a cup to-go.

True to her word, thirty minutes later, Dani emerged from her room, dressed in distressed jean and a black T-shirt. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun, her signature go to. She walked into the kitchen where Frankie just finished making her cup of coffee.

“Just the way you like it.” He promised with a wink, as he handed her the cup. She happily accepted the hot beverage. Taking her first sip, she moaned at the heavenly taste.

“You are the best, Cat.” She murmured, walking past him, only stopping to place a sweet kiss to his cheek. She all but inhaled the drink, before she slid her feet into her trusty converses. The two made their way outside and climbed into Frankie’s Chevy.

The drive to their usual diner, Luanne’s, was a short one, but it was filled with laughter. Frankie was at his happiest when Dani was with him. They pulled into the parking lot, Frankie backing his truck into ‘his’ spot. He hopped out of the cab, rushing to the passenger side, so that he could open Dani’s door.

“Who says chivalry is dead?” She joked as the door opened and Frankie held out a hand for her to take. She gladly accepted it and slipped out of the truck. The two walked hand in hand to the door. Frankie pulled it open to see Luanne standing behind the counter.

“Well look what the cat dragged in! I ain’t seen you two in a hot minute.” She greeted them, not bothering to get menus because they always ordered the same thing. “Your usual booth is open, go on and take a seat. I’ll get the coffee.”

Frankie and Dani mumbled a “thank you” in unison as they moved toward the back of the restaurant. Just as they were getting comfortable, Luanne walked up with a thermal carafe and two coffee cups. “What have y’all been up to?” she asked, sitting down the coffee and some cutlery.

“I just got back into town.” Frankie explained, “Had to drag this one out of bed.” He laughed as Dani stuck her tongue out at him.

“Well I’ve been taking extra shifts at the hospital. I think I’ve earned the right to sleep in.” She shot back at him with a smile.

“Y’all are the cutest. What are we getting today? The usuals?” She didn’t need to ask, she already knew. They nodded. “ Alrighty then. Coming up darlin’s.” Luanne walked away, leaving them to each other.

“So, extra shifts at the hospital?” Frankie asked her as he poured coffee, sliding her a cup.

“Yeah. Residency is kicking my ass. I’m trying not to fall behind.” she told him. “I take my boards in a week and I’ve logged almost no time in neuro.” She sighed. She didn’t want to go into neurosurgery, but she still needed the hours.

“You are going to be the best damn trauma surgeon Memorial has ever seen.” Frankie promised her, “And if they can’t see that, then fuck 'em.” He smiled at her. Luanne brought them their breakfast and they halted their conversation.

When they were done eating, Frankie insisted on paying, telling her she could get it next time. They left the diner and went back to Dani’s place. “You have me for the day, hermosa. What do you wanna do?” Frankie asked her. Dani tapped her pointer finger to her chin, pretending to think.

“I believe we have a show to catch up on, Morales. Seeing as I can’t watch it without you.” She teased him. “You grab the snacks, I’ll get the drinks, and get Hulu up.” He nodded in agreement and they separated.

When Frankie entered her room, she had blankets and pillows set up in a mock fort on the bed. How she did it so fast, he will never know, but he isn’t complaining. The two settled down and turned on ‘Sons of Anarchy’.

The show was gruesome and Dani hated watching it without Frankie. “Hey, fish?” She started, “Doesn’t Jax look a lot like Will? I mean, if he had long hair?” She asked, and Frankie studied the screen.

“Nah, I don’t see it.” They laughed and continued watching. She wasn’t sure how many episodes they watched, but she looked over and Frankie had fallen asleep. She closed the laptop, moving off the extra pillows, and covered Frankie with a blanket. His signature hat was falling off his head and she set it on her nightstand.

Dani sat there on her bed, looking at her best friend sound asleep. He looked peaceful. His face smooth of the worry lines he normally sported. His curly hair in disarray. She couldn’t help but smile. In that moment, she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be. She curled herself up in the bed next to him, where she drifted into a relaxing slumber.

Translations:

Maldito idiota - Fucking Idiot

Lo que hasta hermano - What’s up brother

Estás solo, hermano. Ella da miedo - You’re alone, brother. She’s scary.

Deja de hablar mierda de mi. - Stop talking shit about me

Baila conmigo, cariño. - Dance with me, honey

Solo en tus sueños, playboy - In your dreams, playboy

Joder, princesa. Tienes que parar antes de que pierda el control. - Damn it, Princess. Stop before I lose control.

Tal vez eso es exactamente lo que quiero - Maybe that’s exactly what I want.

Hermosa- beautiful

Querida - Dear

[jackiebuckley]

FIC SNEAK PEAK

goal: write a literature themed piece for each of my main ships

Pairing: Luke and Penelope / garvez

Content warnings: because the book Alice in wonderland deals with the theme of madness this phrase will be used a few times. Also p*ych w*rds are mentioned and as are g*ns.

Sneak peak : The first time he had found her in his bed, the next morning he felt her trace her fingers down his spine. “Tell me the stories behind these scars?” she asked, and a shaky laugh hitched it's way out of his frame.

“I’ll tell you the story behind whichever ones you want chica.” he told her as he turned to face her. A light smile appeared on her face. Suddenly the pain he had received from those scars had been worth it, because he had stories to tell to someone who he could tell would listen. They still bickered at work though, a one time fling that sent his heart a blaze wouldn’t change that fact. Their conversations would range in small talk, from the weather to the latest movie someone from their group of colleagues had seen. Penelope listened intently to the stories from around her as she took them in one by one.