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diorsluv · 7 months ago

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casual , part 7

“ you said ‘we’re not together’ ”

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next chapter notes ) soooo yes they’re a little toxic but i love my toxic men 🥴

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 7 months ago

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Rick Grimes: Insomnia NSFW

Broadening my fandom horizons. My first TWD story and I’m excited to write more for Rick!

The night is pleasantly cool, and the grassy area provides a decent cushion under you. The group had all managed to reunite and were trudging along after leaving Terminus looking for a safe place to make permanent residence. You were all exhausted but safe and together. Rick was lying behind you, holding you securely to his chest. His breath was warm and even against your neck. All in all, it was the best-case scenario in a crappy situation, except for one thing.

You couldn’t sleep.

Your body was exhausted and sinking into the ground in relief, ready for sleep. Your brain was not on the same page. It was going a million miles an hour in hundreds of different ways. You had bouts of insomnia throughout your life, but this one had to take the cake. You tried to lay still. Everyone was still on high alert and extra movement and rustling could easily wake up any of the sleeping parties. Not to mention Rick who had always been a light sleeper. “Ya need to get some sleep darlin’.” Rick’s voice is rough, his calloused hand tailing down your thigh to stop your unconscious jiggling.

“I’m trying,” You whisper back in frustration. You want to sleep. You know tomorrow will be another long day of walking without a destination. If you had to fight off walkers or another group of people without having any sleep again tonight, you weren’t sure you would make it. Not unless the group pulled your weight on top of their own. “I’m so tired, Rick.” You felt a few tears mist your eyes, as embarrassment flooded you at your whiney remark.

You feel a soft kiss on your shoulder as he hushes you. You shift against him trying to get comfortable. His hand caresses up your side soothingly. His sweetness starts making you feel worse. Just because you had barely been able to sleep the last week didn’t mean that he should have to suffer through it with you. “I can almost hear ya thinkin’ baby.” His strong hand slips under your shirt rubbing your stomach in gentle circles. His fingers inch closer to your waistband until the tips sneak under.

“Rick,” You gasp, your hand going over his trapping it against your body to keep it from moving southward. “What are you doing?”

“Turnin’ off that mind o’ yours.” He kissed down your neck, his beard scrapping at the delicate skin. His movements are slow and his words are slightly slurred. He is exhausted and half asleep himself. You try to object but he unbuttons your pants with a flick of his wrist. The zipper slides down as his hand pushes deeper cupping you through your underwear. “Let me take care o’ ya.” You stroke up his forearm as he rubs you through your cotton panties. You lean back farther into him as his other hand snakes around you kneading your breast. It’s been too long since he touched you like this. Even exhausted your body responds to him, arousal pooling in your lower stomach.

You turn your head down and into his arm to muffle your moan as he slips a finger inside of you. He pumps it inside you a few times before adding another. You shift to open your thighs wider for him. It makes the angle deeper and Rick curls his fingers expertly. You whimper louder than you mean to when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, and he hushes you. He knows your body and he doesn’t tease; every movement is purposefully pushing you towards your release. You rock your hip as he rubs firm circles on your clit.

“Rick,” You breathe nails digging into his arm. You are close and he knows it. His other hand comes up to cover your mouth. He sucks on your neck and doubles his efforts on your clit while keeping a steady thrusting of his fingers. You open your mouth to gasp, and he slips his finger inside. You moan sucking on them as your orgasm rushes through you. He works you through it making the orgasm linger, sparks of pleasure curling your toes in your worn boots.

Your body goes limp, melting into him boneless. Your vision is still blurred from your orgasm and Rick still slowly caressing you. Your mind is blissfully blank, exhaustion echoing through your body. You feel Rick’s beard scratch at your neck, and you are sure he is saying something, but you can’t make out the words. You just hum your agreement falling into a deep sleep before his hand can leave your underwear.

#the walking dead #twd #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes imagine

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cobaltperun · 11 months ago

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Lost (4) - When they come for me

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Warning for this chapter: I believe it is intense and violent, if you are sensitive to graphic depictions of violence, please don't read

Word count: 5.3k

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-Opposite of lazy, far from a punk, Ya'll ought to stop talking, start tryin' to catch up motherfucker-

You've always been a light sleeper, well, unless Tara was in your arms. She relaxed you, her warmth, her body close to yours, brought you peace, chased away any nightmare you might have. Unless she was sick and you were taking care of her she made it harder for anything else to wake you up. You still should have been more alert. Sam got attacked, yet you relaxed completely, believing the police officer outside of Tara’s room would do his job. You should have realized that it was clear the attacker could get into the hospital and slip out unnoticed.

Yet you didn't wake up until a robe brushed against you.

Not that it mattered. That was still plenty of time.

Your right hand shot up, grabbing the wrist and you immediately saw a knife. The black robes, the chilling, white mask, the knife. In the darkness of the room, the person in front of you looked more like a mini Grimm Reaper than a human. You weren't struggling, you did feel the Ghostface trying to push the knife into your chest, with both hands now, but you were still stronger. You were just still drowsy from sleeping and this just wasn't triggering your fight-or-flight response, you didn't even feel any adrenaline. You felt anger though, coursing through your veins, that need for revenge threatening to make you act rash.

You wouldn’t though. You were a trained fighter; you wouldn’t be consumed by emotions. You faked a yawn, wishing to irritate the Ghostface, you’d break it mentally first. Once it realized it couldn’t do anything to you, that’s when you’d beat it up.

You felt more than saw Tara shifting her weight, she woke up due to your sudden movement. Tara screamed, her healthy hand getting between your chest and the knife, though luckily she didn’t try to grab the knife, and you finally saw tiny dark red spots on the knife. The desire to mentally break the attacker vanished, leaving only the thoughts of beating the monster within an inch of its life and then letting it rot in prison.

You jerked your knee up, colliding it with Ghostface’s right shoulder. The pushing against the knife stopped and you forced your elbow into the attacker's guts. With the Ghostface gasping to regain its' breath the next part was a walk in the park. Without letting go of the wrist you slipped Tara off you as gently as you could, though not without giving her a comforting squeeze to the shoulder. "I'll be right back," you began sitting up as the Ghostface tried to get out of your vice grip. It tried to make you let go of its wrist, to pry your hand open, to push it away, to take the knife, but the way you were holding its right hand made sure it couldn’t let go of the knife either. The struggles were futile as you lifted your right arm, still holding onto Ghostface’s wrist and proceeded to punch it in the stomach once again with your left fist. Another punch to the side of the head and you felt the person underneath the mask going limp in your hold.

"Let's take this outside," you growled at Ghostface, fury burning in your eyes. This attacked Tara, this hurt her! This thing? That didn't even bother to clean the knife? As if her blood was something it wanted to admire. Maybe it was someone else's blood? It didn't matter. The possibility that it was Tara's was enough. The possibility that this was the knife that the monster used to hurt her was enough. You slammed the monster against the wall, disorienting it further, before pushing it out the doors. There was no need to do this anywhere near Tara.

That's when you saw it, a body to your right, the blood. So, it did kill someone... Your attention went back to the killer as it tried to get back up. With a scoff on your face, you approached the Ghostface to shut that idea down. A reckless, almost desperate slash missed your neck by several inches, you stepped to the side to avoid the next one, swept the arm holding the knife away and once again went for the head, slamming your fist into the mask and hearing a small crack.

The Ghostface tried to stab you again and yet again you grabbed the wrist. "Got you," it was the first time you heard the voice Tara heard as she was being attacked. It was, indeed, a chilling voice. A glint of another knife caught your attention, and you pulled back before it could reach you, switching from standing your ground and pummeling the monster to a proper fighting stance, bouncing lightly on your feet and putting up a guard.

It was just in time as well, as you narrowly ducked underneath another knife. Another Ghostface. Well, as long as they were focused on you, you were okay with this situation. You grappled the one that just attacked you, reaching down as you ducked and grabbed the attacker's shin, forcing it to the ground with a loud thud. You didn't have time to attack again, as the other Ghostface lunged at you aiming to end the fight with the two knives.

You lightly nudged one of the arms away and dodged to the side, leaving you enough opening to land a quick punch to the enemy's side. By the time you pulled away from the dual-wielding Ghostface the other, taller one got back up. The dual-wielding Ghostface didn't give you time to focus back on the other one and tried to stab you again. You pulled back just out of reach and grabbed one of the arms, twisting it and forcing the murderer to drop the knife. As the other Ghostface rushed you from your right you leaned forward wrapping your arm around the waist of the one in front of you and tossing it at its partner. The two stumbled back a bit but otherwise remained on their feet.

You raised an eyebrow when they seemed to look at each other. The smaller one motioned toward Tara's room, and your heart began beating faster. No way, not a chance.

They split up, the taller one heading for Tara's room while the one that began all of this attacked you. You had moments to react, you feinted with a punch to the head, and just as the Ghostface stopped you spun around, landing a spinning back kick to the side. The other Ghostface stopped right in front of Tara's room, as if taunting you.

And like a fool, you took the bait. Not that it mattered, you had no choice but to take the bait. It was either this or letting Ghostface get to Tara.

You went after it, sidestepping a stab and landing a knee on its chest. With each hit you pushed it back, away from Tara's room. A series of quick punches to the head and upper body should have finished the one in front of you off, and you would have, as you pulled your fist back, ready to slam a haymaker right to the side of its’ head, but instead, there was a loud bang, and you felt a piercing pain in your right side. You stumbled forward, stopping the flurry of punches and looking back, your eyes wide in surprise. The other Ghostface wasn't right behind you. It wasn't holding a knife. It was holding a gun.

"Guess you aren't invincible after all," the Ghostface taunted and went for your neck. With a grunt, you got back up and traded a blow to the side of the head for a cut across the right side of your jawline. Not too deep, but it would leave a scar. Ghostface didn't get up, but it didn't matter. You lost.

"How about we play a game, Y/N, where you don't move, and I don't shoot Tara."

Your blood ran cold, you tried to think of a way out, a way to save Tara, but you couldn’t find any solution. There wasn’t any way to save her, other than to hope that listening to the Ghostface would be enough to buy you some time to figure it out.

"Turn around," you obeyed the command and saw the gun was pointed toward Tara. "On your knees," what choice did you have? You weren't fast enough to reach Ghostface. You couldn't get between Tara and the gun. You couldn't do anything.

To make matters even worse you heard the one you just knocked down getting up. "You really are a guard dog," the phrase the one behind you said was familiar, in the back of your mind you knew you heard it dozens of times, but all you could focus on was the gun pointed at where you left Tara. At the moment, it hardly mattered where or who said that phrase before. And it certainly didn’t matter that he slammed the handle of the knife to the back of your neck, you didn’t react and that seemed to stop him from doing it again.

"Here's how things are going to go. One of you dies here, but one of you might just survive if you play along," the one with the gun decided. "Tara, come here or we'll slit Y/N's throat."

"Leave her out of this!" you immediately moved to get up, but the finger getting closer to the trigger stopped you and you settled down, biting your lip and forcing your body to stay still. Where was the security?! Surely someone heard a gunshot, right?

What were you thinking? As if they’d risk their lives to face a lunatic.

"You broke the first rule," the Ghostface behind you whispered in your ear and stabbed the knife into your left side. You barely held back a scream, instead inhaling sharply and gritting your teeth. Fighting professionally for two years made you think you could tolerate pain, and to an extent you could, much better than most people, but this was a whole different kind of pain. The warm blood soaking your shirt around the wound, the piercing pain, it was like nothing you have ever experienced.

And Tara was stabbed again and again, alone in her own house, where she was meant to be safe.

Your wounds didn't hurt nearly as much as hearing Tara whimper in pain as she got out of the room in her wheelchair. You could see the blood soaking her bandaged left hand and you desperately wanted to get to her, to protect her. "Y/N," she whispered weakly, tears filling her eyes.

For the first time in years, you truly weren't sure what to do to help her. You wanted to comfort her, to tell her it would all end well, but you couldn't.

"Now, here's a game we're going to play," the one near Tara spoke up and got behind Tara's wheelchair. "Are you scared Tara? Y/N failed to protect you."

"Fuck you," Tara gritted out, glaring despite the pain she was in.

"Another one," on command the Ghostface behind you added another stab to your left side.

"No!" Tara screamed as you gasped for breath.

"If you move in any way I don't want you to, Y/N gets another one of those. If she moves, I slit your pretty little throat. You got it, Baby?" Tara remained silent. "Guess that's another one then."

Realizing what Ghostface meant Tara quickly nodded. "I got it!" she cried out, her breathing already labored.

"That wasn't so hard, was it? Next up, you get to choose what happens. You can live by shooting your precious guard dog," you and Tara looked at each other, equally terrified. Of all the things the monster could have asked for... You couldn't even try to convince Tara to do it, because what if that made them change their mind and then they asked Tara to do something even worse.

"No, no," Tara shook her head as the gloved hand slid down to Tara's left hand.

"Do you need me to hold your hand?" Ghostface squeezed Tara's injured hand and then pointed the gun at you as Tara whimpered in pain. "It's easy. Look Baby," the Ghostface fired the gun and if the one behind you didn't hold you back you would have fallen to the floor. You gasped as the burning pain engulfed your abdomen and just for a moment you couldn't hear anything, not even Tara's screams of your name.

"So, so easy," the Ghostface leaned down next to Tara and, while still maintaining a strong grip on the gun, placed Tara's right hand on in.

"I'm begging you, don't make me do this," Tara wept as she desperately tried to get free from Ghostface's grip.

"Keep begging," the Ghostface encouraged, clearly pleased by Tara’s desperate attempts to plead for your life while pulling the sleeve of the jacket Tara was wearing up and then taking a knife and cutting through the bandages wrapped around her hand.

"I'll do anything else, whatever you ask, just please not this!" her voice was getting hoarse. "Please, anything but this!"

"Fine. Here's anything but that," and then, with the gun still in Tara's hand, the Ghostface pushed Tara's finger against the trigger and fired the gun. The bullets hit you in quick succession, one near your left shoulder, the other grazing your right shoulder.

"Y/N!" Tara's desperate scream echoed throughout the hall.

"Careful with that aim, you nearly shot me too," Ghostface behind you complained and pushed you down to the ground.

You could feel your heart beating faster, drops of cold sweat falling from your face as you tried to control yourself, to stay strong for Tara.

"You know I'd never hurt you," the other reassured and then got the gun out of Tara's hand. "I don't know what you are screaming about, Tara. You got what you wanted right? You didn't kill Y/N," the monster even began slowly reopening the wound on her hand, digging the tip of the knife into the surface,

“Stop that!” you raged, as Tara cried out. At this point, the situation was far too desperate to hope Tara would make it out of this alive, so you tried to find whatever strength was left in your body to get up. The weight on your back was too much and your arms, especially the left one gave out after a couple of attempts.

Tara's sobbing turned into coughing and wheezing and even from where you were you could see and hear she was struggling to breathe. Asthma. Now of all times. "Tara!" you couldn't remember the last time you yelled as loud as that. "You won! I can't fight back! Just let her go!"

"Let her go?" the Ghostface holding Tara reached around and squeezed her neck. "Why? She didn't do her part of the deal; she didn't kill you. Did you, Baby?" the monster ignored Tara's rapidly worsening condition and pointed the gun at you. "Hmm? Should I do it instead? That way you can feel less guilty. What do you say? Want me to do it just for you? Want me to kill the one you love so you don’t have to?"

Despite an asthma attack Tara quickly shook her head, her tear-filled eyes met yours for just a moment, the despair, the anguish showing in her eyes, almost made you look away.

"What was that? You have to speak up if you want something. Here, I'll even count to three. One," Ghostface taunted as Tara desperately opened her mouth, but all that came out were gasps and failed attempts at pleading for your life.

You doubled your efforts, managing to push your body up. You had no idea how much more Tara could take, and you were not about to find out.

"Hurry up and speak Baby, we're at two now," another taunt, another struggle, all for nothing.

"Damn it!" you yelled, pushing even harder to get up, but a stab below your shoulder blade made you drop down to your forearms once more.

"Oh, Baby, guess you don't love her enough, after all, all those times you daydreamed about your guard dog, all those nights you dreamt of her, and yet you just don’t love her enough," there was even a gleeful cheeriness in the bastard's voice.

"N-No!" it came out as if spoken by someone on the verge of drowning, desperate and gasping for breath, but there was no doubt what word came out of Tara's mouth.

For a moment everything stopped, your struggles to get free, both Ghostfaces, it all stopped. The only things that continued were Tara's desperate attempts to get her breathing under any semblance of control. "Please, no," it sounded even worse than the first no she spoke.

"Okay, okay, Baby, I get it," it started out calm, that damn voice, but then there was a muffled maniacal cackle. "Well, someone has to die, Tara! Otherwise, this was all for nothing!" and then the monster tilted the wheelchair, tossing Tara to the floor. "Guess you made the decision on who goes first!"

The pain from gunshots, the stab wounds, the weight pressing on your back; the adrenaline rushing through your body pushed all of that away when the Ghostface pointed the gun at Tara. Get to her. Nothing else matters! You abruptly pushed your body up, digging the knife deeper into your back. That didn't matter. In a split-second decision, realizing you couldn't just get up, you stopped holding your body up and twisted as both you and the Ghostface holding you down dropped to the floor. Your right elbow landed on the side of the Ghostface's head.

At last, you did it. You were stumbling back to your feet, but it was a few moments too late.

"Tara!" your eyes met as the trigger was pulled, but instead of a gunshot, all you heard was a deafening click. The euphoria at the realization the gun was fresh out of bullets added a much-needed boost of energy to your movements as you slammed a haymaker into the Ghostface's mask. The Ghostface dropped to the floor, and just for a moment, you considered finishing it off. It would end one half of this nightmare, and the other one would be easier to deal with, but Tara's coughing getting even worse made the decision for you.

There was no time left to finish the fight or to be gentle, and you dropped to your knees next to her. Getting hurt, aggravating the wounds, those could be fixed. Suffocating when there was no way you could get her to safety quickly enough, couldn't. So, you, as carefully as the situation allowed, turned Tara around.

She whimpered, biting her lip and then immediately continued coughing. As she struggled to take a breath you put your arms beneath her knees and upper back. "I got you, okay?" Tara managed a weak nod as you got back up, your knees nearly buckling under the pressure.

The first step was torture, unsteady and painful. Your arms screamed for you to just let go. You could feel the stab wounds and the gunshot wounds getting worse due to the strain you were putting on your body.

And then there was pressure on your gunshot wound. The one near your left shoulder. Tara, despite wheezing and gasping for air, couldn't take her eyes off the wound. The third gunshot. The one that happened while the gun was in the very same hand she was using to press on the wound. The steps that came after that became easier, quicker, and before you realized it you were back in her hospital room and putting her back on the bed.

The inhaler was, luckily, easy to find and you shook it before bringing it up to Tara's lips. She wouldn't take it though. Her eyes remained glued to your wounds. She was starting to sweat now, as her breathing became more and more shallow, but she kept pressing the wound, stuck in her thoughts, and likely blaming herself for that wound.

"Tara, look at me," you pleaded, cradling her cheek with your free hand. "Tara, please," panic was setting in. "Love, look at me," that somehow seemed to snap her out of it. You couldn't blame her, you had no idea where that one came from, but it got her to look you in the eyes. And that was all you needed, just Tara not looking at all the blood covering your upper body, or the blood slowly dripping from your jaw down your neck.

Finally, her lips parted, and she accepted the inhaler, and your body relaxed as Tara's breathing gradually went back to normal. Her right hand remained pressed against your wound. "I hurt you," she cried out, clutching your shirt as tightly as she could, despite her own pain.

"No. No, you didn't. You hear me? None of this is your fault," you took her hand, gently pulling it toward your heart. "Still beating, okay?"

Tara squeezed her eyes shut and nodded as tears fell from her eyes.

“I’m okay, Tara,” you wiped her tears away, smiling slightly when she leaned into your touch, her breathing shaky, but at least her asthma wasn’t an issue right now.

Both of you heard steps and your eyes widened at the realization. It wasn't over. Tara began shaking as she dragged her hand to the back of your neck. She pulled, simultaneously pulling you closer and pushing her body closer to you. You took a deep breath, just for one more moment basking in her warmth, and then you were ready for this to be your end, as long as you took these two down with you.

"Pull the knife out," you almost forgot it was still there. "I need a weapon."

Tara's eyes widened at that, but seeing the look in your eyes and hearing the steps approaching she shakily pulled your head to her shoulder and reached down for the knife. You bunched up some of her hospital gown and your jacket she was still wearing and bit down, trying not to notice how your blood stained her clothes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tara kept repeating and your arms went around her as she began pulling the knife out. It hurt even more than it did when you got stabbed. You felt the blood trickling down your back, it wouldn't be long before the blood loss would kick in. You were already starting to feel lightheaded so maybe it already kicked in. All you knew was that the knife was out, that it was now on the floor next to you, that Tara was still apologizing, and that the footsteps stopped. From the sound of it, the bastard was right at the door.

You bit back a groan, picked up the knife from the floor, and got up as smoothly as you possibly could. "Damn, you're persistent..."

"I should say the same thing," the Ghostface, from his height you figured it was the one that was holding you down before, spoke. "You still want to fight?" thankfully, it looked like all the hits you landed were effective. There was an undeniable tremble in the attacker's posture. He wasn't as shaken as you were, but you had experience on your side, so things were more or less even you supposed.

"Tara is right behind me," you said, at peace with whatever was about to happen. You'd at least take these monsters down with you. As long as the other one doesn't get up right away you might actually do it. The bastard still didn't get into the hospital room. Not that it mattered. You'd wait. Maybe that would let you recover enough strength to pull through.

You felt a weak pull at your shirt and smiled somberly when you heard a sob. "Just in case I don't get another chance. You saved a life that had no right to continue. So let me-"

You were interrupted when several gunshots made the Ghostface in front of you and Tara run for cover.

"Tara!" you both heard Sam's shout and you couldn't help but grin as you looked back at Tara. Finally, there was relief in her eyes.

You sighed. "I'm getting you out of this damn town ASAP," and you would. Damn it, you would. The moment someone patched you up you'd be on your way to preferably Sacramento, or, alternatively, San Francisco. Susan was a nurse, she could take care of Tara, so you really hoped she'd let you stay at her place.

Sam rushed in along with a man you vaguely recognized. The former sheriff? You really didn't have the energy to think about that right now.

"Oh, Sam!" the relief in Tara's voice was like a balm to the wounds. Everything would be fine now.

"I'm here," Sam reassured Tara and then looked at you. "Oh, God, Y/N," yeah, you imagined there was a lot of blood, everything kind of felt wet and sticky.

"Come on, we need to get out of here," the man ushered the three of you.

"Y/N can't, she's injured," Tara sounded desperate and you couldn't blame her, you really couldn't. You were injured, she was injured, she couldn't walk and there were two murderers between you and safety.

You looked at her blankly. "You did not just..." oh, if you weren't already motivated to get the hell out of the hospital, now you'd move out of spite. You handed the knife to Sam. "How's this for 'can't', huh?" Tara yelped when you once again lifted her up. "Keep us safe?" the question was mostly directed at Sam.

"Of course," there was certainty in Sam's eyes. You could recognize that look, Tara could recognize that look. It was the same look you had plenty of times during the fight. Sam would rather die than let anything happen to Tara.

"Sam," Tara tried to speak, maybe to say something about the way they ended the conversation from earlier that day, or maybe it was something else entirely, but Sam just leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"We'll talk later," she promised softly.

The man, who you now realized was holding a gun, left the hospital room first and Sam followed him. You were the last to step outside and you looked at your options. The elevator would be the best option if you could reach it. It was far and there was a Ghostface in your path, the one that was holding Tara, the one you knocked out, at least temporarily. There was no telling how long Ghostface would stay unconscious though. Not to mention another one was still somewhere nearby. Still, the stairs, while closer, were probably even more dangerous. Not to mention that you, plain and simple, didn't have enough strength to do it. The man and Sam probably had a similar train of thought, as they began moving toward the elevator.

This time Sam was the one leading as the man remained close behind you. With the way your vision was getting blurry this really was the best option. If you and Sam switched you doubted you'd be able to fight back, like this, you were mostly moving on autopilot. You heard a commotion behind you, you were vaguely aware of Sam stopping, conflicted over helping the man or keeping her guard up in case the unconscious Ghostface regained consciousness and attacked again. You were completely aware of Tara's whimper, of her fear as she curled into you as much as she could. So, you kept moving. You passed the unconscious Ghostface, you reached the elevator, you got in. Sam got in. The man didn't.

They argue. Someone mentioned the head. Pain. Pressure on the chest. Shooting. Elevator lights.

Tara.

Too bright. The hall was dark. White flashes. Dizzy.

Tara.

Doors closing. Cold sweat. Words. Someone speaking. Buzzing. Heart is too loud. Heart. Brother.

Zack.

Keep going. In, out, two times in, out, in, two times out. Keep doing that. Keep breathing. You have to make sure Tara is safe. Keep breathing.

Tara.

Doors open. Move. Move. Move. Something pulls your head down.

Tara.

It's soft. Small. Trembling. Hand. You're moving.

Tara.

The hand vanishes. You feel lighter. Tara isn't struggling to stay in your arms. Did Sam take her? Who took her? Your vision clears just for a moment, and you see the doctors around the three of you.

Tara is safe.

Everything goes black.

~X~

Nothing could have prepared Sam for the way Tara cried out your name, raw, frightened, desperate for you to respond to her. It made Sam turn around just in time to see you stumbling back and dropping to the ground.

“Help her, please! I-“ Tara gasped, tethering on the edge of another asthma attack and causing Sam to rush to her side, to hold her and try to calm her down. “It’s my fault, it’s my fault,” Tara still cried covering her eyes with her hands and the blood stains left on her face, your blood on the side of Tara’s hospital gown and jacket… Tara felt it, the warmth and stickiness of it, the smell of it, and Sam couldn’t even begin to imagine how her sister must be feeling right now.

Sam knew you got seriously hurt, but seeing you carrying Tara made her think it wasn’t as bad as it looked. She looked back at you, just as you were being taken away, and then at the spot where you fell, and the stains of blood left behind. There was so much blood there and she feared you might not survive. It was only a fleeting fear, because you would survive. You’d survive, you’d survive for Tara. Sam had to believe I that, otherwise she’d start panicking as well.

“Sam, help Y/N,” Tara pleaded, looking up at Sam the same way she used to when they were children and thought Sam could do anything.

But Sam couldn’t do anything right now. She couldn’t help or fix you up, she could just wait with Tara.

“She’s strong, she’ll get through this,” was all she could say as she held Tara as tightly as she could without further aggravating Tara’s injuries.

Sam felt tears soaking through her shirt. “I shot her,” Tara said, and then repeated those same words, stuck in that moment, spiraling into guilt and fear and Sam had no way of helping her. She simply didn’t know how to properly approach Tara now. What to tell her, and Sam fully understood what the distance did to them. She no longer knew how to make her own sister, the person she loved the most, feel safe.

The only option remaining, before she got another asthma attack, or did something to worsen her wounds was to sedate her and check up on her injuries. And Sam? Sam felt helpless.

Even more so she saw Dewey in a body bag. Tara nearly getting killed twice, you nearly getting killed. Wes, Judy, and now Dewey, dead, all because some lunatic somehow found out she was Billy’s daughter and was now after her. In the back of her mind, she thought she didn’t deserve to be the one capable of making Tara feel safe, not when she was the reason why Tara wasn’t safe in the first place.

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#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #scream #jenna ortega x reader #x reader #x female reader

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lindsay00000008 · 2 months ago

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More quiet whump :)

Inspired by this post by @defire

[CW: general abuse, whump in public, hiding abuse and injuries]

Keeping Whumpee in line.

Whumper doesn’t need to deal threats when they can simply deal consequences.

Shock collars are far too gaudy for a night out, not to mention conspicuous. Whumpee wears thick bands around their wrists instead, hidden beneath their sleeves, making their hands clench and shake whenever they’re activated.

The sharp pinch of a guiding hand on the sensitive skin of Whumpee’s ribs. A “friendly” hand on Whumpee’s shoulder, grinding collar bones and fraying nerves. The quick step of a heavy boot on the toe of a cloth shoe. Whumper leaves bruises where no one else will see.

Whumper with a painful magic touch. What looks like a gentle caress can come with the bite of thorns. It’s starting to hurt whether or not the magic is used. God forbid Whumpee flinches in front of Whumper’s friends, or their enemies…

A more severe punishment is sometimes required. But no need to be dramatic or cause a scene, just find a quiet place to get Whumpee back on track…

Whumpee is backhanded, the blow startling them to fall to their knees. Whumper’s expression never even changes. They just continue walking, expecting - demanding - Whumpee to keep up.

Whumpee has their knee kicked out from behind, making them drop, and their hair is gathered and pulled in an unrelenting grip. They gasp as their head is pulled back, their airways straining. Then, as quickly as it started, they’re released with a shove.

Whumper pulls Whumpee into a dark corner and wraps their hand around Whumpee’s throat. It’s jarring, yet the action itself is slow, tempered; every twitch of muscle fiber spelling out Whumper’s intention. Whumpee tries to apologize, but their breath emerges limp from the crushed airway. Just when their eyes burn and flash with dots and darkness - like a thousand cigarette stubbings - Whumper let’s go. They stare at Whumpee then, watching the heaving lungs and the shuffling, unsteady feet. Then - maybe the flash of a pleased smirk, too quick to tell - they turn away.

Actions speak louder than words, even in Whumper’s personal domain.

When Whumpee says anything other than what Whumper wants to hear, their head is forced under cold water. They’re sputtering and gasping for breath before the next shove, and Whumper gives them no hints as to how to end the torture. They can only guess wrong, and drown again.

Whumper likes the way their whumpee responds to the snap of their fingers. The sound, after alerting Whumpee to a mistake, used to be immediately followed by pain. A fist to the side of the head, a dose of magic poisoning the blood, an ear-splitting scream transposed into their thoughts. Now it’s followed by silence. Of course Whumpee still flinches, still cowers, still tries to right the wrongs. They know about the mental tally Whumper keeps. How Whumper likes the efficiency of this new tactic — how Whumper also likes that if they hold off on the impulse to punish Whumpee in the moment, they’ll have plenty of time to think of something better. Something a lot more fun.

Was gonna make this an even three but I’m tired lmao

Bonus

Whumpee is restrained and muzzled. They’re being spoken about, but not to, and they feel like an observer in their own torment. Are they being sold? Examined? Evaluated? Mocked? Even cooed or awed over, they’ll feel the shame of their silence and inability to participate. They can only glare… that is, if they can get away with it.

#whump writing #whumpspiration #whumpblr #ramblings #fantasy whump #lindsay00000008

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iliketangerines · 9 months ago

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you can't run away from us

a/n: also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: dom!kung lao x afab!reader x dom!liu kang

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), dubcon, edging, overstimulation, finger-fucking, pussy/clit slapping, double penetration, brief breeding kink

you’re on a covert mission from Lord Raiden to go to the Netherrealm and retrieve an artifact from the palace

it’s going exceptionally well, you got in undetected, moved through the base without alerting the guards, and picked up the artifact with no trouble

you put the artifact into the bag and turn around and take a step back when you see Kung Lao and Liu Kang

or, at least their revenant selves

before they were killed, the three of you had been friends, very close friends, and had grown up with each other and eventually taken each other as lovers

you had watched them take stumbles and break their bones and in turn they watched you master your fighting skills, though you could never really beat them in a spar

when you had watched the two of them die in front of your eyes, your heart had broken into pieces, and you swore to never love again

but now, they’re both standing in front of you, red glowing eyes looking at you like you’ve just walked into a trap and they’re about to feast

your eyes dart around to look for an exit, but they’re standing in front of the only one, damn this palace and it’s lack of exits

you grab the dagger at your side and point it at them, trying to ignore how your hands shake, but they clearly notice it as Kung Lao smirks and Liu Kang lets out an amused huff

you know you can’t beat them, but you can try

you lunge toward them with your weapon, and they easily deflect the blade

this goes on for a few minutes, you try to stab them, get away and get through the entrance, but they hold fast

but soon, you’re out of breath and your body aches, your body has aged throughout the years and while you still maintained a fit physique, you were no longer filled with boundless energy

and it seems the revenants know this too because they finally stop toying with you

Liu Kang grabs onto your wrist and knocks away the blade, and Kung Lao teleports behind you, hitting one of your pressure points with deadly accuracy

you go limp onto the floor and pass out

when you wake up, you don’t find yourself in a dungeon, rather you find yourself in a rather plush bed, one of your legs chained to the bedpost and you’re completely naked

immediately you get out of bed, testing the limits of the chain, but the bed post is made of metal, and the chain is also metal

you don’t have any special powers like Johnny Cage or gadgets like Sonya Blade, you were just a small human that was very good at sneaking around

the door to the bedroom creaks open, and you crawl backward on the bed as far as you can and draw the blanket up to hide your body

Kung Lao and Liu Kang walk through the doors and notice how you’re awake and alert

Kung Lao stalks toward you first, pulling you toward him against your thrashing, and pulls you in for a bruising kiss

you bang your fists against his chest, trying to pull away, but he just grabs at your wrists with one large hand and pins them above your head

he forces his thigh between yours, your bare cunt rubbing against the rough texture of his pants, and you can’t help bet whimper at the sensation

Kung Lao smiles at this and continues to kiss you, moving his other hand down to grope at your chest

he grabs at your chest greedily, squeezing it so that it hurts and you whine into Kung Lao’s mouth, and he uses his fingers to pinch at your nipples much too hard

Liu Kang just watches in the corner, pumping his cock slowly and smearing the precum around the shaft

Kung Lao humps into your leg, finally pulling away from your mouth to place open-mouthed kisses down your neck and bite you hard enough to leave indents

you sob in pain as he bites you but still can’t help but whimper as your pussy clenches at the thought of him marking you up

Kung Lao feels you clench around nothing against his thigh and chuckles, moving his hips so that your legs are forced to spread around his waist and that you can’t close them

he trails his hand down from your chest to pinch your clit, and your back arches off the bed as you whine in pleasure

he rubs your clit in rough circles, dipping his long fingers into your wet pussy to press against that spot inside that has tears rolling down your face

he removes his fingers to slap your pussy with a resounding smack, and it sends your mind whirling and a choked moan spilling from your throat

he watches you closely, enjoying how you’re crying from the pleasure and the pain

you’re so close to cumming, and Kung Lao knows it too because he doubles his efforts, fucking you on his fingers and bullying that spot inside of you while grinding the heel of his palm into your clit

you’re so so close, and your hips buck upwards at his fingers, but just as you’re about to come, he removes his fingers and the friction is gone and you let out a cry of frustration

you look at him angrily through your tears, but he has a wide grin on his face and leans down close to your ear, saying that if you want to come, you have to obey his and Liu Kang’s every whim

your eyes look between the two revenants, and you shake your head, you don’t want to be stuck down here in this hell

Kung Lao just shrugs and looks at Liu Kang, and Liu Kang nods his head in some sort of agreement

Kung Lao looks back at you and says that you are going to agree soon enough, and then he starts fucking you open on his fingers again, and you moan at the pleasure

he pinches your clit, slaps your pussy until it’s red and puffy and drooling wetness, your chest is filled with hickeys, and your hands are starting to go numb for how long they’ve been pinned above your head

Liu Kang just watches in the corner, fucking his fist and even coming once onto the floor, but Kung Lao doesn’t seem to care, he just keeps on edging you, bringing you to the edge before stopping and watching you beg and beg and beg

he gives the same question, that you must obey his and Liu Kang’s every whim, and you’re just about to lose your mind

finally, after the umpteenth time of Kung Lao denying you your release, you finally break and agree, you’ll obey him and Liu Kang

they both smile, eyes glowing bright and red, and you feel some part of your soul rip away from you, as if shackled to them now

finally, Kung Lao rubs at your clit in fast and rough circles, not letting up as you buck your hips into his fingers and whimper in overstimulation

you see stars as you come, eyes squeezing shut and head thrown back as you ride Kung Lao’s fingers and let him fuck you through your orgasm

as you come back down, Kung Lao releases your hands and tells you keep them there

you experimentally try to move your hands from the spot above you, but you feel something in your body resist, and you can’t move your arms from their spot

it seems that Kung Lao’s noticed you trying to resist and smiles at you

he leans down close and says you belong to him and Liu Kang fully now, and your heart beats erratically in your chest as you relieve the gravity of the situation

Kung Lao throws your legs over his shoulders and slides his dick in between your pussy folds but doesn’t put it in, just admiring the way you grow more desperate for him to fuck you

he tells you to beg for him to fuck you, and your mouth opens against your own accord and you start begging

‘please please please, i need you fuck me, please, i’ll be a good little slut, please, please-’

he thrusts into you in one smooth stroke, not allowing you to adjust as he starts fucking into your pussy with reckless abandon

Liu Kang finally moves from his spot behind the bed and straddles your chest and shoves his hard cock into your warm mouth

you choke on his dick, but he doesn’t care, just telling you to take it like a good whore and suck on his dick

he fucks into your throat mercilessly, moaning at how warm your mouth is, and Kung Lao behind him is rubbing circles into your clit

you sob at the overstimulation, it’s all too much, Kung Lao fucking into your pussy and flicking your clit, and Liu Kang fucking your mouth

you’re light-headed and can only take the ruthless fucking as you clench around Kung Lao’s dick and cum around him

they don’t let up though, in fact, they somehow get rougher, chasing their own release as you start to cry

finally, Liu Kang shoots thick ropes of cum down your throat, and Kung Lao buries himself deep inside of you and his seed starts to leak out your cunt

Liu Kang removes himself from your mouth, but Kung Lao stays seated inside of you

in fact, Kung Lao moves you so that you’re now sitting his lap, and you whine as you sink down further on his still-hard cock

your eyes grow wide when you feel Liu Kang push up behind you, positioning his dick to enter your already full pussy

you go to squirm but Liu Kang tells you to stay still, and you freeze in place

Liu Kang tells you that you can take it, your pussy is too greedy not to, and pushes his way in until he’s also seated next to Kung Lao

you cry at the stretch, it’s all too much, and your body is trembling at all the stimulation

but you can’t move and can only take it as they both start thrusting in and out of you, and you go limp in their arms as Liu Kang reaches his hand up to wrap a large hand around your neck

they whisper the dirtiest things to you, that you’re their good whore, that they’ll fuck you whenever they like and you’ll like it, maybe they’ll fuck you when Lord Raiden inevitably comes to see what’s wrong and you’ll only be able to be a drooling mess as you come undone on their cocks

maybe they’ll fuck you in front of all their friends to show them how desperate of a whore you are, and they’ll show everyone how they own you fully and completely

Kung Lao presses a hand against your stomach and you whimper at the sensation, and Kung Lao grows even more feral at seeing the bulge of their cocks through your stomach

they fuck into you until you’re cumming on their cocks again, and they bury their seed into you

and yet, they’re still hard, you look up at Kung Lao in front of you, and he smiles, wiping away a tear on your cheek

he says they’ve waited two decades to have you again, and they won’t be satisfied any time soon

when they’re done, you’ve already passed out and their cum is dripping out of your abused cunt, and Kung Lao shoves it back in with his fingers before they both leave to finally let you rest

you’re going to need it with how much they’re going to use you

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marvelobsessed134 · 10 months ago

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I know Halloween is coming very quickly and I had this fic in mind of older nicki being a serial killer with his eyes on the young female reader

Somebody’s watching me

So even tho Halloween is long gone I still wanted to fulfill this request so here it is! Enjoy!

Pairings: Older!Nikki Sixx x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, dark content! Serial killer!Nikki, dub con, sub reader, knife usage, blowjob, stalking

It was around 12:00 am and you were walking home from the club. Yes, not so safe as a young girl like you to be walking home alone this late. But you didn’t think much of it.

But little did you know, he was watching. The raven haired bassist that had a less than moral and legal hobby on the side. And he happened to have his eyes set on you.

He didn’t want to kill your though. Something about you intrigued him. And made him hard. He just had to have you.

Finally, you got inside your house, turning on the light and taking your coat off to hang it up in the coat rack.

Then, you walked into your bedroom to take your makeup off and put on your satin pajama’s before walking into the living room to grab a glass of wine and watch TV. You’re not feeling too tired and want to catch up on some 90 day fiancé.

Suddenly, as you were curled up on the couch, you heard your back sliding glass door open. Your eyes widened and you perked up, almost spilling your wine as you were on high alert.

You stood up, putting your glass on the side table before walking towards the dining room which had the door to the backyard.

Slowly walking towards it, you called out, “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Dumb move, girl. Because the next thing you know, you’re being pressed against the intruders chest, his hand covering your mouth.

You squirmed and tried to get out of his hold but you couldn’t. Crying in distress. “Shh bunny. Don’t want to alert the neighbors do we?” Your eyes widened at his words. That voice sounded familiar.

Turning your head, you saw the face of the man you’ve been crushing on for years.

“Nikki Sixx?” You asked, but was muffled by his hand. But the bassist understood what you meant. “In the flesh, baby.” He chuckled.

He dragged you into your room at the back of the house, tossing you on the bed after locking your door and pulling his knife out.

You were in shock, you didn’t make an effort to run. Though you should’ve. Nikki had a wicked smile on his face as he walked slowly towards you. His erection visible through this black jeans. Your heart rate picked up, goosebumps forming all over your body. Your core heating up. Something about this was kind of erotic.

“So pretty.” He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he trailed the knife down the side of your face. You shivered, partially from fear and being turned on.

“N-Nikki…what’s going on why are you in my house? How do you even know I exist-“

“Shhh…” he put his finger to your lips.

“You wanna know what I do when I’m bored? Hm? You wanna know that your idol is sick and twisted in the head? Hm? You wanna know about the groupies I’ve killed?”

Your eyes widened. No, no, no. No way Nikki would do such a thing! Sure, he’s done bad things but not this bad right?

You tried to squirm away but he gripped your wrist so tightly, and pressed his knee down on your lower stomach so you couldn’t get away.

“But don’t worry. You’re too sweet to be killed. I just want to keep you,” he moved to whisper in your ear, the knife lightly pressing into your rib cage, “forever.”

He pressed his lips to yours, and you began to passionately make out. You moaned into his mouth, going completely limp as you got lost in the feeling.

Nikki let go of the knife after he trusted that you wouldn’t run away. You just laid there as you watched him take his shirt off and unbuckle his pants. His cock sprung out and you immediately got down on your knees. Wanting nothing more than to taste him.

He slid his cock into your eagerly awaiting mouth, you closer your lips around him and allowed him to fuck your face.

“So good, such a good girl. Tight little mouth.” The bassist groaned. And it was in that moment that he one you were going to be his forever.

#motley crue #motley crue x reader #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #fanfic #mick mars #smut #current nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx smut

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iridescentprose · 8 months ago

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your dangerously stupid little idiot - steve harrington x sinclair!reader insert

author's note: a long overdue steve fic that's been sitting in the drafts. i miss steve.

divider by: @bunnysrph

summary; you're in a secret relationship with steve - fluff; no warnings

The sound of laughter and the consistent thud of footsteps coming up the stairs made you groan. Although you'd much rather stick to your hermit agenda, you promised your parents you would keep the door to your room open, ensuring that your younger siblings and their friends didn't burn down the house without you knowing about it.

Hunched at your desk, you were busy with your nose in a book until a sudden incessant taping at your doorway got a little too annoying for comfort.

"Nice Van Halen poster."

"That's Bauhaus, idiot," you said, while your heart began to drum in your ears. You kept your back turned to him, eyes trained on the same sentence you had been reading ever since you heard Harrington's voice from downstairs. "What are you doing here, anyway? I don't remember Lucas inviting you over."

You heard him shuffle across your room —over to the poster with four Caucasian men clad in grey suits and dark sunglasses. You heard your bed creak, followed by an exaggerated sigh. You looked over your shoulder.

"Steve—"

"How come you don't have a picture of me on your wall?" He's lying in the center of your bed, legs hanging off the edge while his eyes are fixated on the Bauhaus poster above your headboard.

You sighed and shut your book before swiveling to face your boyfriend. "Because I'm not a psychopath...and last I checked, you can't carry a tune to save your life, Harrington." Abandoning your book, your walked over and grabbed his wrist, initiating a game of tug of war with a weak start.

Steve chuckled as he sat up, his body flopping forward like a limp noodle as he gave into your lack of strength. "Hey, hey. What's the rush? We're not going to get caught. Your parents aren't here."

"Yeah, but Erica and Lucas are. We'll be over before we've even started—"

You shook your head, a hot flash rising to your cheeks as the word 'dating' got stuck in your throat.

The word made you cringe. It made feel you like were in one of those lovesick romance movies whenever you said it. An unfamiliar queasiness rose in your stomach as Steve rose an eyebrow.

Crap.

You had been caught.

"What was that?" Steve stood up straight, towering over you, his features laced with an alert sense of curiosity. He had stepped forward now, nearly trapping you between him and the wall. You still had a hold on his wrist. "I didn't hear that last part, Sinclair. 'We'll be over before we've even started...?'"

You rolled your eyes. "Cut the crap, Harrington. You know what this is," you hissed under your breath, eyes darting to the open door that could expose your secret any minute.

"Yeah, but I don't think I've ever heard you say it out loud before," he said with an amused grin on his lips. A tendril of his hair loomed over the center of his forehead. You resisted the urge to brush it back into place. Now wasn't the right time for that.

Now wasn't the right time for whatever this was.

"If you don't get out of my room, you're not going to live to hear me say it."

With a small grunt, you pulled him by the wrist, guiding him to the threshold of your door. He's stumbling behind you, stifling a laugh and purposefully dragging his feet until they reach the creaky floorboards of the hallway. You then maneuver around him, taking your place in front of your door as you wait for your boyfriend to retreat back down the stairs.

But as smooth as a criminal, Steve turns around, arms braced against the doorway, feet locked into place. He has no intentions of moving until he gets what he wants.

"Harrington," you whisper, lowering your voice as you both were now in closer proximity to the stairs and Erica's room down the hall.

"Sinclair."

Seconds of silent staring pass before you sigh in defeat.

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"But, I'm your idiot," Steve says, his face lingering close to yours. He's wearing a contagious smile that has somehow slid across the thin space between you and jumped on your face. "Now, are you going to repeat what you said earlier or am I going to have the privilege of properly introducing myself to my future in-laws?"

Crossing your arms, you lifted your chin and narrowed your eyes. He always found a way to have the upper hand, even if it made him look dangerously stupid. But as dangerously stupid as the thought of Steve introducing himself as your boyfriend to your parents and siblings was, you couldn't stop your lips from twitching upwards.

"I said," you started, your voice getting lower which each word, "If my brother or sister finds out that you're in my room, we'll be over before we've even started dating for a month."

You swallowed your embarrassment, your eyes falling to your shoes as the word tumbled out of your mouth. Steve had asked you officially to be his girlfriend only two weeks ago and you still couldn't admit out loud that you were dating him. Let alone in secret.

Having Lucas and Erica find out before your parents would be an never ending nightmare. Your parents had forbade you from dating until you had finished school. Thankfully, you only had a few more months and then —and only then—did you plan on making your relationship with Steve known to your parents.

"See?" Steve said, tilting your chin upwards. "Was that so hard?"

But before you could say 'yes' with gritted teeth, Steve had pecked your lips, leaving you speechless.

"I'll see at Family Video on Friday?" He whispered, already backing away from you as laughter came from the room right down the hall.

"Uh, yeah," you said, trying to keep your head straight. "Family Video. Friday," you confirmed long after he had vanished down the steps.

You leaned against your doorway, massaging your temples as you fought the smile on your lips.

"That boy is going to be the death of me," you mumbled to yourself before retreating back into your room and rereading the same sentence of your book all over again.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #iridescentprose #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve x reader #steve x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #strangers things fic #st fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic

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the-fandom-abyss · 2 years ago

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Tase and Save

Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 1,695 words

Warnings: mentions of drugs, a smidge of violence, unwanted attention and Sam using her muscles

The lights were dimmed, music turned to high volume and cups littered the surrounding areas. There was no mistaking this as a frat party by the way the smell of sweat and alcohol, filled your nostrils. At the sudden hit, you scrunched your face in disgust, second guessing why you had come tonight. A familiar face brushes past you and it all becomes clear. One of your friends had mentioned that Tara would be of attendance. This was shortly followed up by how she had convinced her sister to join her. This was unheard of since the beginning of the school year. Samantha Carpenter out in public and at a frat party, you had to see it for yourself. You had played your interest off as curiosity, but you couldn’t deny how your heart fluttered at the name. So here you were, homebody by trade, hoping that the equivalent to Big Foot would show up.

Taking advantage of your sudden haze, a substance was slipped into your drink. Distracted, you took a long sip, eyes searching for the taller Carpenter in the crowd. It wasn’t long until you had finished your cup, wanting a refill. When you had turned around, the room began to spin, causing you to lose balance. What you couldn’t comprehend was how one drink could cause you to be drunk. Shaking it off, you headed for the various bottles spread on the counter. One of the boys noticed your wobbly stance, taking it upon himself to help.

“Hey there” he introduced, handing you the bottle that you wanted. His presence was close to yours, alerting others that you were his.

“Hi” you said while pouring your drink, not once paying him attention.

“What’s a cutie like you doing all alone?” His body bumped yours, a smile graced his lips at how you lost your balance.

“I’m not alone, I’m with my friends” the words all slurred into one, and yet for you it was crystal clear.

“I don’t see them”

“They’re over there” you pointed towards random group of people, hoping that he would take the hint. In your defence, with the blurriness that had settled in your eyes, any one of them could have been your friend.

“Let me take you to them” before you had the chance to move away, he held you by the wrist. On a normal day, you would have protested, kicked your feet and screamed. Under the circumstances, all you gave was a nod, a glazed over stare and a weightless body to move. He lead you towards the stairs, wanting nothing more than you in his bedroom. In your state, you didn’t seem to notice the change in direction. All your focus was placed on putting one foot in front of the other. It was only the first step and your foot had slipped, causing your body to fall. With his strong arms, he held you by his side, opting to lift you instead. Another few steps and your body went limp, losing all control of your limbs. He carried you bridal style, not bothered by the state you were in.

“Put her down!” Someone shouted above the music. The man turned to see Chad staring from the bottom of the stairs.

“She’s tired, she’s sleeping in my room” he called down to him, trying to hide his true motive.

“Like hell she is” Sam ran up those stairs, two at a time, just to make it to you faster. The man tried to shake her off, bumping her with his body. When an energy was given towards his groin, he yelped in pain, accidentally letting you go. Sam was quick to catch you, heading back down the stairs.

“Stupid bitch! Keep the whore” if Sam wasn’t angry before, she was downright furious now. She handed you over to Chad before marching her way back up the stairs. She kicked his freshly grilled groin and punched him hard enough to make him bleed.

“Don’t you ever speak about her like that” she practically growled which caused the boy to fumble up the stairs and out of sight. Pleased by her methods, she turned her attention back to you. Chad passed you back into her arms, and you were carried away from the scene.

“Sam” you said dreamily with a dopey smile on your face. She could see the effects of the drug taking over your system. She was beyond worried about your well-being so she decided to stay with you all night. She carried you all the way to your dorm, which was closer than her apartment. Thankfully your roommate had gone away for the weekend, so they wouldn’t be startled by your appearance. Sam gently laid you down on your bed, manoeuvring you to take off your jacket and jewellery. Once you were sorted, she sat beside you, running her fingers through your hair. Even in your blissed state, you instinctively wriggled closer to her body. Curling up next to her, with a hand clutching to her shirt. Small snores passed your lips, signalling that you were officially asleep. Samantha couldn’t help the smile that graced her lips at how utterly adorable you were.

Night had turned into morning, with the sun rays beaming through the cracks of the curtain. Sam had already woken up, had a shower and helped herself to some of your clothes. So when you’re eyes fluttered open and landed on the woman in your room, it took your breath away. Sam was in your room, wearing your clothes and if the drugs hadn’t messed with your brain, this surely would. When a headache began to form, the groan that left you alerted Sam to your awakened self.

“Here” she sat on the edge of the bed and handed you two aspirins and a glass of water. She watched carefully to make sure that they were swallowed before taking the glass from you. You fell back on to the pillow, hands covering your eyes.

“Did we?” You asked, hoping that she would understand your unfinished question. A laugh was heard in response, a hand meeting your on the bed.

“No we didn’t” she gave it a squeeze in reassurance. If she had found you earlier before the events of the night, maybe that could have happened.

“Then what happened?”

“What do you remember?”

“I remember seeing Tara in passing and then finishing my drink. After that it’s all a blur”

“That would be because someone spiked your drink” at that you sat up, ignoring the sudden nausea it gave you. When could that had happened? You made your own drink and were holding it the entire time.

“What?”

“Some scum slipped it in when you weren’t looking”

“Ugh, I’m such an idiot” you covered your face with your hands, embarrassed that this had happened to you. All because you were too distracted by the thought of the woman next to you.

“No you’re not, it could have happened to anyone” she reassured you, rubbing calming circles on your exposed leg.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that” you felt so foolish, letting this happen to you. Even more embarrassed that Sam had caught you like that.

Sam shrugged her shoulders, eyes trained on yours. “It’s okay, I was happy to help” another squeeze to your hand to show she was telling the truth.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome” a beat of silence passed between you. Both wanting to continue the conversation but unsure of how to continue. Your bodies leaned closer to each other, noses close to touching with how close. In an attempt to put a stop to this, you just had to ask a question.

“How did you stop him?” It took a moment for Sam to register what you had said. Her mind still stick on the idea of your lips on hers.

“I tased him” her words were quiet, nervous for your reaction. Normally people don’t respond well to the idea of Sam, let alone violent Sam.

“You what?!” Your mouth hung open, shocked by her confession. She cared enough to tase a man for you, it was very sweet.

"In the balls" she followed up, with more confidence than before. She watched as a grin began to form, before laughter pushed its way through.

"Samantha!" You nudged her softly, the laughter more prominent than before. That was just the cherry on top, only she could do something so outrageous. You had only wish you were coherent enough to not only witness but remember as well.

"He deserved it" she defended, remembering how she felt in that moment. How he looked down at your weakened state and how eager he was to take you away. He deserved a lot worse for the way he spoke about you.

"Oh I bet he did" your laughter had calmed down to little giggles which Sam couldn’t help but find infectious. Her own giggles mixed with yours, sharing the sweet moment together. The giggles slowly faded and had left a smile on both your faces. The look of adoration Sam had for you was enough to reduce you to a puddle. It has built a confidence within you that you thought you never had. Without a chance for doubt, you had leant forward and connected your lips. Hers were soft as they mixed with yours, minty from brushing her teeth. Her hands moved to cradle your face, just to make sure this was real. When you had pulled back to breathe, Sam’s lips were pink and swollen from the sudden kiss. She looked dazed like she was daydreaming, only this had happened in real life.

“You can save me from as many creeps as you’d like”

“Oh really?”

“Mmhm” you recaptured her lips, leading her to lay down with you as you sunk back into the pillows. Her body felt warm next to yours, her arms holding you steady by the waist. A discussion would have to be had after this, especially with the heavy topic of the night before. But for now, soaking up everything Sam had to offer you, was all you could think about.

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jumpywhumpywriter · 5 months ago

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Drugged Hero Whumpee used as Party Favor at Villain's Party part 1

Warnings: drugged sedation, torture, blood, severe whump/intimate whump, restraints

PROMPT:

Man, I just love the idea of a dazed- out Whumpee, drugged-beyond-comprehension, sprawled out vulnerable and unprotected on the couch as Whumper's party guests interact around them. I love the idea of Whumpee being a party favor; a cheap little bit of entertainment. Conscious, but barely. Alert, but subdued and drugged enough that they can't fight back.

Do the guests pull Whumpee's limp form into their laps, caressing their face and hair and chuckling at their incomprehensible mumbling? Do they tilt their chin up and pour alcohol through the parted, un- protesting lips? Does Whumpee sputter and choke, causing the party-goers to laugh cruelly, shoving their head between their knees so they don't suffocate? Do they blow their smoke into Whumpee's face, mouth, or eyes?

Do they hurt Whumpee, or mishandle. them, or assault them? Do they take pictures or videos? How do they react when Whumpee reaches out a limp, sluggish arm in a futile attempt to push their tormentors away?

Do the party-goers mock the Whumpee, forcing them to their knees, making them crawl across the floor just to watch them struggle? Do they scoff at the way Whumpee is too dizzy to move without collapsing? Do they tell Whumpee to "sit" and "speak" like a dog, punishing them for slurred mumbling and rewarding them if they can somehow manage an intelligible word or phrase?

Does the Whumpee, in their delirious state, call out unintelligibly for Whumper? Does Whumper hold them, wiping away their tears, reassuring them that they're doing great and that they'll feel better soon?

Or does Whumper simply let them cry, watching from afar as their guests do whatever they want to the victim?

MY WRITING:

For context "Shadow" is my main Hero character, she/her pronouns, a rare human-like creature thought to have gone extinct centuries ago that was captured and is now held captive, being shown off/flaunted as a prize for her rarity at Villain's party. She has regenerative powers and ice magic, but the heavy drugs she was given is wreaking havoc on her systems so she can't easily access that power. She used to be the city's Hero until Villain finally took her down. All right now on to the story!

Shadow was standing chained up in the dreadful, dark cell when Villain entered, flanked by two muscular henchmen. Her wrists had metal cuffs with magic-blocking properties that prevented her from lashing out or acting up, and the chains attached to them were pinned to the wall on either side of her, forcing her to stay standing upright with her arms spread to the sides. She lifted her head, and despite her haggard, battered appearance she still managed a fierce glare.

"...Come to rub your victory in my face again?" She rasped hoarsely, her throat dry from dehydration and raw from screaming as she had been tortured for hours upon hours. Villain hadn't given her proper food or water in days, and her bones were starting to show.

"Not today," Villain said in his typical arrogant voice as always. "I have something far more... exciting planned for this evening."

Shadow didn't like the sound of that. She forced herself not to flinch as Villain stepped up to her, bringing a loaded syringe to her neck.

"Wait--what is--" Shadow couldn't help the surprised gasp that escaped her as the needle plunged in, delivering something unknown. Almost immediately, a slow, stretching pain started spreading through her body, latching on to every last muscle and nerve.

"What... did you give me...?" She slurred, head lolling forward, as her body slumped against the restraints against her will. The world had an odd tilt as her vision grew hazy and disoriented, hard to focus on anything.

"It's something to make you a bit more... docile," Villain hissed venomously into her ear with a dark chuckle. "We're going to have so. Much. Fun together."

Shadow felt the two henchmen fiddling with the chains holding her up... unlocking them? The magic-blocking cuffs remained, but Shadow felt a small wave of relief as the tension on her aching and over-strained arms was let up for the first time in days, even though she knew the freedom was limited. She tried to catch her balance as the chains no longer held her weight, but her weak legs buckled under her almost instantly.

The two henchmen grabbed her arms and practically dragged her out of the room, toward an unknown place with... voices. Strange voices. Lots of them. Where on earth was Villain taking her?

Shadow was left to wonder until Villain pushed open a giant door in his mansion, and Shadow was hit with a blast of bright colors and loud sounds. It looked like... a party? Why would Villain be bringing her to a party?

Villain's voice sounded warped and distant to her as he addressed his party guests, introducing her as the Hero he'd single-handedly conquered. The one with unique abilities unlike any other.

Shadow felt herself being carried and then dumped rather ungracefully onto one of Villain's giant lavish couches. She immediately made a move to escape, trying to spring to her feet and get ready to fight with her fists, her strong suit, but it ended up being more like a rather humiliating drunken lurch from the couch as she struggled to coordinate her heavy limbs to obey her will. The world swam dizzyingly in front of her eyes, and she could barely balance, swaying unsteadily on shaky legs.

"Oooh, I've heard so much about you!" An unfamiliar female voice sounded, and Shadow felt a hand grab her shoulder, easily shoving her back to trip onto the couch in an undignified heap. She landed on the soft surface with a grunt, before stubbornly trying to get up again. She was no quitter.

"Oh dear... trying to leave so soon? But we haven't even gotten to have fun with you yet!" A lively, sing-songy voice giggled darkly, and something about the sound made Shadow bristle from head-to-toe with dread. A hand pressed firmly into her collarbone, pushing her down into the couch and keeping her pinned so she couldn't give another attempt at rising.

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marsxcutie · 6 months ago

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Fixation│Jonathan Crane x Reader

Fixation - Part 4

Fixation Masterlist

A/N: I hope you all are liking the story, I love writing it!! It’s kind of taking over my life but I don’t mind. Reader’s backstory is introduced a bit in this part. There’s some more random time skips in here hope y’all don’t mind! Things move pretty fast and reader literally cannot catch a break in this fic I’m sorry. Again, reader’s appearance is very specific!! Jonathan is 32 years old in this fic.

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Female Reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) is Arkham's new lead psychologist in the developing acute pediatric unit. Dr. Crane soon becomes fixated on the pretty young doctor. Is she just as fixated on him?

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: hurt/comfort themes, manipulation, angst (?), violence, choking, use of a needle (syringe), reader is drugged again

You awoke with a start, sweat covered your forehead but you were freezing. Your wrists and legs were still bound, and your mouth was still gagged. You immediately started sobbing. That sick fuck didn’t even bother to untie me? Oh god, was he still here? You looked around frantically but the masked man was nowhere to be seen. Your black out curtains were drawn, you had no idea what day or time it was. You desperately tried to spit the gag out but to no avail.

You tried your hardest to scream, to make noise past the gag. Tears streamed down your face at your futile attempts. Panic set in. Did he leave me here to die? You had no family in Arkham, let alone any friends. The only people who knew you in this city were Rick and Dr. Crane, they probably would just think you abandoned your job after the encounter with Elias. You looked down at your body, no wonder why you were freezing. The man had stripped you down to just your bra and panties, you hadn’t noticed before, probably due to whatever drugs he had given you. You thrashed against your restraints but it just tightened around your wrists and ankles. You sobbed and went limp, accepting your fate.

You heard a faint noise in the front of your apartment. Your eyes widened and you cried harder. He was still here.

“(Y/N)?” Someone called out from your hallway apartment.

Relief flooded your body. You tried to make noise, alerting whoever was there of your location.

They called your name again, getting closer to the bedroom. You silently prayed that they would find you.

The bedroom door opened and Jonathan’s eyes went wide at the sight laid out before him. You were tied spread eagle on the bed in just your underwear, your mouth gagged. Your eyes were wide and filled with tears, you looked terrified.

He rushed to your side, pulling the gag from your mouth. You tried to speak but all that came out were broken sobs. Jonathan quickly freed your hands, and then moved down to your ankles, ripping off the rope as quickly as he could without hurting you. He moved back up to you, pulling you into his chest, cradling your head and wrapping his other arm around your shaking body. “It’s okay, I’m here.” He rubbed up and down your back, attempting to calm you down. You curled into him, gripping his dress shirt. Your body shook with sobs and you hid your face in his chest. He sat there and held you until you calmed down, rubbing up and down your back gently.

You eventually calmed down and moved back to look at him. “H-how did yo-“ He cut you off, “You haven’t been to work in three days (Y/N). At first I thought maybe it just wasn't the right place for you, but I couldn’t shake the bad feeling I had.” He ran a hand through his hair, “Your front door was ajar when I got here.”

Your head hurt so bad. You put a hand to your forehead and tried not to topple over. Jonathan quickly supported your body, gently guiding you to lay down. “It looks like you were drugged. You need to rest. We can call the police when you feel better.”

You nodded, or at least attempted to. Your body felt like it was shutting down. He pulled your comforter over you, trying to make you comfortable. You reached out a hand to him, weakly grabbing at his shirt. “Please stay.” You whimpered. Jonathan gave you a soft smile, he got into the bed, sitting up next to you. “Come here,” he guided your head to his lap. “Get some rest.” He raked his fingers through your hair, attempting to provide comfort in your vulnerable state. You were fast asleep in seconds.

Jonathan just sat there and looked down at your delicate frame. Your hair was a mess and your eye makeup streaked down your face. You still looked so beautiful though. He loved the look on your face when you saw him, he was your savior, your hero. He loved providing this comfort to you, even though he was the reason you needed it. You didn’t need to know that though.

You were asleep for quite some time, Jonathan didn’t mind though. He loved how peaceful you looked just as much as he loved the terror on your face earlier. He kept raking his fingers through your hair, his eyes never leaving your face. You stirred and his hand moved to your back. Your eyes fluttered open and you moved your head to face him. “Are you alright?” Jonathan rubbed his thumb over your skin. You nodded slightly, sitting up next to him. “Do you want me to call the police now?” Jonathan asked in a soft tone. You stayed silent, you didn’t want to talk, you didn’t even want to move, you felt numb and empty.

Jonathan sighed, “I can make a report on my part, but they’re going to want a statement from you.”

You nodded slowly, not looking at him. He stood up from the bed, retreating to the hallway with his cellphone.

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table, startling you. You grabbed your phone, realizing you hadn’t checked yet. You had a couple missed calls from Rick and… 25 missed calls and about 30 texts from Isaac. “Shit.” You muttered under your breath. You shakily opened the unread text thread between you and Isaac.

Isaac

I know it’s been a while but can we talk?

Hello?

Are you okay?

(Y/N) please answer.

What is going on??

Pick up your fucking phone, I’m worried.

Hello??

There were a ton more texts from him, different variations of the first ones sent. You opened your call log and pressed his name. It rang once before he answered.

“(Y/N) what the fuck? Are you okay? What the fuck is going on?” Isaac’s voice was hoarse, as if he’d been crying. “I-I’m sorry, I’m okay.” You sniffled and pressed your fingertips to your mouth, trying to stifle a sob.

“I know you probably don't want to talk to me but when my texts were delivered and you didn’t answer, I knew something was wrong.”

Your heart ached at his words, he always knew when something was wrong. Isaac was a lot of things but he wasn’t careless. He had always been dependable, even when he was breaking your heart.

“Where are you? Do I need to come there?”

Your vulnerable state made it hard to say no to the man that would always have a piece of your heart. “N-no Isaac that’s okay, I’m okay.” The last thing you needed was Isaac knowing where you had run off to. You knew he would come and try to fix things again, like he always did, but he could never fix you.

“What happened?”

“I can’t talk right now Isaac. I’ll call you later. I’m okay.” You said softly, your chest tightened and you tried not to sob and beg him to come rescue you, like he had so many times in the past.

He paused and sighed, “Okay. Call me later.”

You quickly said bye and ended the call, letting out a shaky breath.

Jonathan appeared in the doorway, the look on his face was unreadable. “There’s a detective on the way.” You sniffled and nodded, looking down at your hands.

“Are you alright?” Jonathan was suddenly in front of you, he knelt down, looking up at you. You met his gaze and a wave of fear washed over you. No, this is too much, too intimate. You’ve known this man for what, not even a week? You quickly scooted to the side and scrambled out of the bed. “(Y/N).” Jonathan stood up and faced you, a look of concern painted his face. “I-I need to go to the bathroom.” You turned and rushed towards the bathroom, closing the door a little harder than you anticipated. You pressed your forehead against the door and let out another breath. You stepped back and turned, looking into the mirror. You were still in your matching bra and panties, shame creeped up your spine, Jonathan had now seen you almost completely naked. Your lacy bra was basically see through, and your panties were a tiny thong. You leaned towards the mirror, taking in your appearance. Your eyes were wide and bloodshot, makeup staining your face. Your hair was everywhere. You quickly got to work fixing your appearance, washing your face and brushing your hair. You looked back down at your body, of course he had already seen you but you didn’t want to go back out there like this. You cracked open the bathroom door, “Jonathan?” Jonathan stepped closer to the door, “Yes?”

“Could you bring me some clothes? They’re in the closet.” Jonathan chuckled lightly, and you could hear him move towards your closet. Moments later he returned with a pair of leggings and a tank top. “Thank you.” You quickly shut the door again.

Once you were dressed, you sat in the bathroom for a few more moments, you felt numb and confused. You acknowledged that you had just gone through a traumatizing event but for some reason Jonathan was the most nerve wracking thing on your mind. He was being so kind to you, why? Most people who were kind to you just wanted something in return. Another part of you was scared that if you faced him right now you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from ripping off his clothes. You groaned, pressing a palm to your forehead. A knock broke you out of your thoughts, “(Y/N), I don’t mean to rush you but the detective is here. Are you alright?”

You opened the bathroom door, almost running into his chest. You looked up at him, making eye contact. “Are you alright?” He repeated. Your eyes went to his lips, and then back up to his eyes. You nodded. “I already talked to the detective so they shouldn't be asking you too many questions.”

You nodded again, you really didn’t feel like talking but you also wanted to just get it over with. You followed Jonathan out to your living room, where a man was standing, jotting down notes in a small notepad. Jonathan cleared his throat and the man looked up, locking eyes with you. “I’ll leave you two to talk. I’m just going to step outside for now.” Jonathan said, looking to you for approval. You nodded and watched as he made his way out the front door.

“Miss (L/N), I’m detective Jackowski. I’m sorry to hear about what happened. I’ll uh make this short so we can avoid any more stress.” He seemed unreasonably nervous, which seemed odd to you. I mean this surely wasn’t the worst thing that has happened to someone, especially in Gotham.

You gave him your statement, the interaction being painfully short. The detective barely asked you any questions, also barely wrote anything down. A weird feeling gnawed at you. Something was wrong with this whole interaction. You had heard about the corruption in Gotham but surely it wasn’t this bad?

Jonathan seemed to walk in on cue, right as you and the detective were done talking. Odd. The detective and Jonathan exchanged a glance and a nod and the detective made his way out.

Jonathan joined you on your couch, putting a hand on your back. You unintentionally flinched at his touch, your muscles tensing up. Instead of removing his hand, he rubbed your back gently. “Rick is aware of the situation, not…fully aware but he understands it might take you some time to return to work.” You hadn’t even thought about work yet. You didn’t say anything, you felt like your body was shutting down again.

—

You spent the next week cooped up in your apartment, trying to heal your emotional wounds. Jonathan was over quite frequently, usually bringing you food or just keeping you company. It was nice but you couldn’t help but feel as if he had ulterior motives, you were surprised he hadn’t made a move on you. The comfort he provided was nice but that gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach never left. You tried to brush it off as the emotional aftermath of the attack.

You looked over at Jonathan, he was sitting near you on the couch, looking over paperwork that he had brought to work on. “I think I’m ready to go back to work on Monday.” You said softly. Jonathan looked over at you, “Are you sure?” You nodded, “I want to.” He gave you a soft smile, “I’ll let Rick know then.”

—

Monday came and you spent extra time on your appearance in the morning. You figured if you looked good, you might feel better. Jonathan had insisted on picking you up today. Something about him gave you a bad feeling but you weren’t exactly in a spot to reject someone’s kindness, so again, you brushed it off. You made your way out into the kitchen, you weren’t hungry though. You hadn’t eaten much since what happened.

You looked up at the clock on the wall, Jonathan should be here soon. The knot in your gut tightened. You wanted to return to work, to get back to a somewhat normal routine. That always seemed impossible for you though, your life had been filled with chaos and heartbreak. You seemed to be cursed, or maybe that’s just what you thought you deserved. Before you could spiral any further, your doorbell rang.

You sighed and gathered your things, making your way towards the door. You were greeted by Jonathan, he was wearing a dress shirt with a bright red tie, underneath a black knit sweater. You couldn’t help but admire how handsome and put together he always looked. “Good morning Jonathan.” You gave him a small smile. “Good morning, how are you feeling?” Jonathan grabbed your bag from you, leading you towards his car. “I’m okay.” You said softly.

The drive to work was mostly quiet, you were glad Jonathan wasn’t a big talker, as you weren’t either lately. You were quite spaced out until you two had pulled into the small parking lot. “It should be an easy day, we’ll just pick up where we left off.” Jonathan exited the car, coming around to open the door for you. He reached out a hand to you, helping you out of the car, he was treating you as if you were made out of fine china.

The first few hours of work went smoothly, Rick had popped in and checked on you, and you mostly just sat and shadowed Jonathan with intake paperwork. “I have a session with a client, I don’t think you should join me for this one. You can stay here and practice doing paperwork. I shouldn't be too long.” You didn’t try to protest, as you were in no place to be around an unhinged patient right now. You simply nodded, watching him gather his things and head out of the door, closing it behind him.

You spent the next 20 minutes practicing paperwork with fake names and fake symptoms. You sighed and sat back in your chair, looking around the room. A small black notebook sitting on the opposite corner of the desk caught your attention.

That looks like… a painful memory of you attacker flooded your brain, a knot forming in your stomach. You quickly picked it up, not being able to fight the feeling. You flipped through a couple pages, mostly just random notes or formulas you didn’t understand. You went to close it but noticed that one of the pages had the corner folded in. You flipped to that page and your eyes scanned over the page.

Female, 27

5’1” approximately 105-110 lbs

(H/C), (E/C)

Administered fear toxin through soaked rag, worked appropriately

Hallucinations of arachnids

Arachnophobia

Begged me to stop, personal feelings interfered with continuation of experiments.

Isaac ? Look further into.

There was more writing crammed onto the page but you couldn’t stomach anymore. A wave of nausea hit you and you stumbled back, dropping the notebook onto the floor. Panic spread over your body like fire, you needed to get out of here now. You rushed to the door, flinging it open to blindly make a run for it. You slammed into something hard and you stumbled back. Jonathan stood before you, a perplexed look on his face. He took in the state you were in and his eyes shifted around the room, landing on the notebook on the ground near his desk. He sighed and removed his glasses, tucking them into his suit pocket. You were frozen, you screamed at yourself internally to run, fight, scream. You couldn’t though, your body was paralyzed with fear.

“How careless of me.” He made his way towards you, grabbing you by the throat and pulled you towards him, startling you out of your paralyzed state. You let out a choked cry and clawed at his hand, you thrashed against him and tried to kick. He wrapped his free arm around your back, restricting your movements.

Jonathan gave you an insincere look of pity, “Poor thing, you really shouldn’t snoop through other people’s things.” All you could do is look up at him, tears beginning to stream down your face. You tried to plead with him but the grip on your throat tightened. Jonathan pulled you by the throat close to his face, your lips almost touching. He looked at your lips and his gaze slowly came back up to your eyes. “You look so pretty when you’re scared.” His lips ghosted over yours and you whimpered out a protest.

He walked you backwards towards the couch, keeping a firm grip on your throat. He pushed you onto the couch and flipped you over, his hand leaving your throat. You gasped and coughed violently trying desperately to get air back into your lungs so that you could scream. Jonathan roughly grabbed your arms, pinning them against your back with one hand. He pressed his weight down onto you and shoved your legs apart with his knee. You yelped in surprise as his knee shoved up your skirt, dangerously close to your panties. You jerked and struggled against him, causing him to shove his knee up farther, now flush against your panties. You struggled again out of instinct, unintentionally rubbing yourself against his knee. You stilled your actions as shame crept up your spine. Jonathan didn’t give any reaction to you, reaching up and untying his red tie with his free hand. He quickly wrapped it around your head, tightening the knot so that it gagged you properly.

He sat up, releasing you from the pressure of his weight. He released your hands and you immediately tried to press yourself up and away from him but he shoved you back down. He grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking your head back towards him. He put his lips up to the shell of your ear, “If you attempt to run away, I’d love to put you through another experiment. Is that what you want?” The hallucinated spiders flashed through your mind and cried out against the tie, attempting to shake your head. “Good girl.” He shoved your head back down onto the couch, getting up from behind you. You quickly closed your legs, turning your head to see where he was going. He made his way to his desk, reaching up underneath it. He pulled out a small syringe with a clear liquid. He started to make his way back to you and you struggled to get up, you stood on shaky legs and attempted to run past him. He quickly grabbed you by your bicep and flung you back onto the couch. You cried out against the tie again and kicked at him violently. He grabbed your calves and pushed your legs together, pulling you towards him so that your back was flat against the couch. He straddled you and you frantically tried to push him off of you. He grabbed your wrists and forced them above your head, crossing them so that he could hold them with one hand.

He used his mouth to get the cap off of the syringe and spit it to the ground. Your eyes widened at the long sharp needle and you screamed against the tie, not much sound coming out. Jonathan plunged the needle into the side of your neck, releasing the contents into your bloodstream. You lost consciousness seconds after, the last thing you saw was Jonathan getting off of you.

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The Scout

Pairing: Ghost x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ghost runs into an old... Friend? Enemy?

a/n: idk man I'm just justing

c/w: adult themes MINORS DNI

Word Count: 8k

Ghost excused himself from the group of men after exchanging his post with Gaz for the night and headed towards the grey, empty room he’d been calling his. His body was worn out, along with his mind.

The mission had been going on for weeks and was moving at a snail’s pace. They were pursuing a militia that had recently aligned with Makarov’s forces. Laswell had received intel on a shipment of weapons that were heading for said militia’s hideout intended for Makarov. The shipment was set to arrive within the month and the task force intended to intercept it, but that meant a lot of time spent sitting and watching in shifts.

The detachment facility was concealed but close enough to intercept coms without being detected

Ghost was getting tired of waiting. He was used to action, and adrenaline, and the slow pace was wearing him and his comrades down even more than the countless neverending firefights they were accustomed to. As much as those moments left permanent marks on his psyche, he and everyone he knew craved it in some twisted, bloodthirsty way. At this point, he was doing a thousand pushups a day for “excitement”.

He blew air through his nose in frustration as he sat on the twin-sized wrestling mat he called a bed. He placed his gun on the floor next to him and threw his heavy vest against the wall to use as a pillow.

The weight coming off his shoulders leaves him rubbing his aching shoulders in relief over the sleek material of his sweater. He lies back on the paper-thin foam and his spine lets out a series of pops, finally releasing the pressure built up from hours holding the same position.

He groans quietly, reaching under his mask to scratch his scruff.

M’as well sleep on the floor, this mat is shite.

He rests his hand on his chest and the other on the knife sheathed to his belt. His eyes shut and he chases his rest fully clothed, boots and all.

-Time Skip: Approx. 0300-

He didn’t dream often, especially on the job. On the contrary, nightmares plagued him when he was home and a threatening darkness encompassed him on the field. But this feeling wasn’t right. Even asleep, Ghost was on alert. He could sense to his core that the air in the room had changed and a wave of uneasiness flooded him in his dreamless state.

He couldn’t pull himself from the darkness as he usually could. No matter how hard he subconsciously tried, his body was begging for rest against his efforts.

Ghost felt a weight lower itself onto his lap. Another person’s hands slide lightly from his waist to his chest.

Bloody ‘ell, wake up!

His body tenses involuntarily under the fondling. The zipper on his sweater carefully unzips. The cool air hitting his bare chest causes him to twitch in the battle between mind and body. The grasp the darkness had on him was lethal.

Small, warm hands graze the exposed skin of his abdomen, lightly tracing the patches of thick scar tissue that littered all over his body.

A soft, feminine voice coos at him as he twitches and his mind rushes to fill in the blanks, sending different scenes through his closed eyes in a poor attempt to mask the sound as a dream.

C’mon, wake up!

He felt as if he was floating through dimensions as he began the process of regaining full consciousness, eyes still refusing to open.

The mysterious woman lowers herself onto him, her nose gently nuzzling his neck. She takes a deep breath as if she’s trying to savor his musky scent. Her head pulls away from his neck and he feels fingertips graze his throat.

She fiddles with the hem of his balaclava before it begins to catch at the sides of his jaw. He feels his mask being pulled up and a shock shoots through his body. His limp state disappears instantly and he reaches for her. His other hand remembers its place on the knife.

His fingers wrap around her wrist, preventing it from going any further.

“Don’t worry, darling.” She coos as her free hand caresses his cheek. “I won’t pull it off, that’s not nice.” His grip tightens but she pays it no mind. She moves her hand from his cheek and uses it to pull his mask enough to reveal his lips. Her thumb outlines his bottom lip and she swoops down to plant a small kiss on his lips. He feels her lips through her mask.

His eyes flutter, trying to rid themselves of the blurriness. Moonlight pours into the room just enough for him to make out her figure above him and some of her features.

“I’ve been watching you for so long.” She wines, bottom lip quivering slightly under the material. “I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see you.” Her eyes crinkle as if she’s smiling under the mask. The black mask only covers the lower half of her face and a long single braid falls over her shoulder. He sighs, staring up at the ceiling.

“Y/n, we have to stop meeting like this.” The rasp in his voice sends shivers down her spine. She chuckles and tilts her head.

Ghost releases her wrist and wraps his fingers around her throat so quickly she doesn’t have time to react. Her hands come up to hold his in place and a whimper falls from her lips. Her eyes stare into his, lust clouding her pupils. Ghost shifts beneath her, feeling the heat radiating off of her. Her hips involuntarily grind against his in a jerking motion and arousal begins to stir inside of him.

Even through the mask, he could see her jaw go slack, her eyes burning into him. He couldn’t stop himself from giving her a small squeeze and watching her body come alive for him.

Fuckin’ ‘ell

He snaps himself out of the trance and slides himself up until his back rests on the wall taking her with him. He lets out a shaky breath before speaking.

“Why are you watching us this time?” He shakes her roughly when the words refuse to fall out of her open mouth. He unsheaths his knife from his belt and presses the blade to her throat just about his thumb. “C’mon, love, keep this easy.”

She grips his wrist and attempts to push the knife away but he doesn’t budge. A look of panic flashes in her eyes. “Decided to toy with the enemy and this time it isn’t going your way, huh?”

His bare lips graze her ear. “If you were under my command, I’d take you bound and gagged to teach you a lesson, you little minx.” His words drip with poison. She fights against his grip to no avail. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

The hem of his fatigues grinds painfully against her clit. He catches himself nearly panting at her little cries.

“I’m here to warn you, you stupid fuck.” She chokes out, clawing at his now painful grip on her jaw.

“Warn me of what?” He growls.

“Makarov has men heading this way. He thinks the task force has been tipped off.” She winces at his tightening grip.

Ghost chuckles, his plump lips tugging into a cocky smile. He sheaths his knife and his grip on her neck loosens and she gasps, finally being able to breathe properly.

“You’re working for Makarov now? That’s fuckin’ hilarious. You just keep getting worse.”

He tosses her backward onto the floor. He jumps to his feet, throwing on his vest and grabbing his gun. He readjusts his mask and turns back to her.

“Well, I recommend you disappear now.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, “So no goodbye kiss?”

“Fuck off.”

He places his headset over his ears.

“Bravo 6, Ghost. How copy?”

“What is it?”

“A little birdie told me Makarov’s men are heading our way.”

“All units pull out!”

Gunshots begin sounding through the hallway nearby. Ghost assesses the hall. When his head turns back she’s gone and the window is wide open.

He leaves the room behind to join the fight with his brothers. A trail of destruction leads to the vehicle barreling towards the compound for them. As Ghost enters the humvee he looks back to the dark building. Somewhere in the dense treeline, he could swear she was perched up watching him.

- Time Skip: UK -

“Makarov knew we were there. We did not prepare for that possibility. He could’ve used the gun deal to drag us out there and intended to have all of us killed.” Price sits at the head of the table looking to Laswell at his left.

“How’d you get out in time?” She looks over the images and reports plastered on the table.

Ghost interjects, “He had a scout visit before the attack, a familiar one.”

“Viper visited you before the attack?” Her eyebrows furrow. “This gives us plenty to look into. That’s enough for now.” She turns to Price. “Speaking of scouts, we’re gonna need one to plan for the next mission.”

They all dismiss from the debriefing, everyone heading their separate ways except Soap and Ghost.

“Yer tellin’ me she told ye they were coming? Tha’s a first.” Soap says in disbelief. “I guess Makarov isn’t payin’ them like he used tae.”

They say their goodbyes and Ghost heads to his barracks room.

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