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Clockwork | Park Sunghoon

Vampire!Sunghoon x Fem!Reader

Summary: “If there’s one thing stronger than your need to feast,” You lift that hand up once again, “-its your need to fuck."

Warnings: Language, Implied Violence, Dark Fic, Morally Ambiguous!Reader, Blackmail, Reader has a crush, Librarian!Reader, Implied age gap, Confrontation, Smut (+18) mdni, Blood Kink, Biting, Sadism, Masochism, Dom!Sunghoon, Sub!Reader, public sex, dub/Con, fingering, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Ownership kink, Pain Kink, Marking, Dumbification, Dacryphilia

Idek yall…

They are such stuff as monsters are made of.

That is the very last thing you are taught about Sunghoon.

That he is something to fear.

Predatory.

Killer.

But all you saw and all you’ll ever see is the boy casted in the shadows of library bookshelves. This is the setting that births your obsession- no- your love for him.

Every Thursday afternoon.

When the library has cleared out.

The only time he’s not with his family. The only time he’s alone.

Like clockwork.

“What do we have here?” A phrase you were obligated to say. Not many townsfolk valued literature and those that did, as per your boss, “needed to find every reason to come back.” Even if that meant mustering a robotic sunshine smile. As if you were a cashier at Starbucks and not a small town librarian.

How you managed to speak so coherently with Sunghoon looming on the other side of the desk remains a complete and utter mystery. If you were driven, otherwise, by the bundle of love knots in your stomach you might have stuttered foolishly and squeaked your way through scanning his books.

“Books.” He answers curtly, brusquely, leaving absolutely no room for further conversation- or interrogation, as it would apparently appear.

Sunghoon is not looking at you. His eyes - those endless golden voids-, are looking down at the mahogany desk you are standing on the opposite side of. You wish for more than anything to feel that otherworldly feeling of having those golden eyes focused completely on you.

What must that feel like?

To have Sunghoon’s sole, undivided attention.

You would soon have the unfortunate pleasure of finding out.

“W-Well I know they’re books,” You continue, stating this with an airy, light chuckle. A chuckle that indicated this conversation should have been over a long time ago and that you’re blatantly aware of that. Why aren’t you keeping your mouth shut?

“I mean- Well I just mean, you know it’s not everyday a 20 year old takes out,” You glance down at the book in your hands before sending it through the system, “Wuthering Heights?” Your brows furrow as you send a second one of his books through the scanner, “Turn of The Screw?” And the final, “Frankenstein-Mary Shelley?"

You quirk a questioning eyebrow up at him- one silently inquiring ‘what the fuck’s up with the archaic books, grandpa?’ But he, of course, is not sparing you a single glance.

Or wait- he does. But for the briefest moment.

"I enjoy literature.” It almost makes you keel over in inexplicable discomfort, the way the words were chewed on before they were forcibly spat out. You can see he is done entertaining your mindless spiel but for some weird, fucking stupid reason, you’re not done with him.

“Well yeah, sure. But I mean, the dust on these books are ageless, you must be the first man to borrow these in like, 40 million years-”

“21.” It is all he says. One little word that cuts your rant short like a heated knife. You glance up at him, hoping those dazzling eyes look down at you.

And they do.

Bloody, fucking, Christ. They do.

“You said 20. I’m 21.” Before you were about to ask how that could be the case- how Sunghoon could be older than you when you distinctly remember finishing high school the same year?

He decides to shock you.

“I got… held back a year. I was already supposed to have graduated.” You are not sure whether it’s the sprinkle of rain that has begun falling. Whether it was the weight of the impenetrable fact that Sunghoon fucking Park has just spoken to you more words than he’s ever said your entire high school career. Or whether-and this may exactly be it-you were affected by those blazing eyes that glided backup to look at you.

Not golden.

Blazing.

For the golden hues have simmered into something darker. They’ve literally bled into a darker shade of the gold-almost yellow hues in his eyes. The breath completely escapes your throat. This time he does not look away.

“R-Right. Of course. Sorry.” You had nothing to be sorry for. How could you ever have known any of Sunghoon’s and his weird friends’ ages when the only people they directly interacted with were the teachers and themselves? You could never have known Sunghoon was 21 and therefore did not need to apologise but… those eyes… they made you sorry.

“It’s just-” why the fuck, after everything, after all of that, is your mouth still moving? It’s like this was your only opportunity of bravery. Your only window letting through a sliver of courage before you would retreat in on yourself for the rest of your waning time in this town. Moving amongst the books like a spectre before you ran off to college.

This was your only opportunity.

“Well they’re all Victorian.” You finally let those words tumble out of your mouth.

You hear the sharp intake of breath.

“Bronte, James, Shelley.” You slide the books to him. “All Victorian… is this pattern the product of some trend I’m missing out on?” You chuckle lightly at the end of that, hoping to wrench one out of him too but you knew that was an impossible feat. Still, the chuckle drains down your throat when you hand him his books. Your fingers, still encircled around the hardbacks, brush over him accidentally.

“Jesus, are you cold?”

He pulls away quickly, evading eye contact like you’d turn him to stone. Evading your touch like your skin scorched his. “It’s raining. I-I could give you a ride-”

Sunghoon gulps visibly. In the span of a single conversation, those dark-golden eyes have stayed firmly on you but now they are prying you apart.

“That won’t be necessary.” He says, swallowing thickly once more.

“Of course.” You wave him off, immediately overcome by the embarrassment of your own presumptuous nature. Sunghoon's gaze drifts down to the books once more.

No. You can’t afford the dismissal. You can’t bear the non-verbal rejection any longer.

The faucet that is your mouth, just continues spewing.

“Vampires aren’t usually the ones being offered a ride, are they?” You turn your head, focusing on the raindrops shooting pellets at the tall library window. Your gaze appears far away but that’s what you want him to think. In your periphery, you see his eyes snap up from the mahogany desk with his head following; enough to make those dark strands bounce in surprise. You know you finally have him.

“I’m the victim,” You continue basking in the attention. Retaining more satisfying heat from his gaze alone than the husky fluorescent buzzing above you both. You are suddenly all too aware that the library is deserted.

“I’m supposed to be coaxed into your car. That’s how it works right? Like Bundy."

You lazily swing your gaze back from the window until you meet his eyes that have bled into an even darker shade of gold. So dark the gold has vanished completely, actually, leaving two soulless depths. His eyes scream, ‘how do you know?’

His jaw is tightened like screws and his fist is clenched so tight it should spout blood.

But there is no blood, is there? Dead things lose all of that.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about-” You lift a hand up. Right there, right in front of his stone face, silencing him immediately.

“That dance gets a little bit tedious, doesn’t it?” You laugh loudly into the hollow air filled with nothing but raindrops and thunder. “A little bit boring?” You give him a smirk. “I know one thing your little family specialises in isn't boredom.”

You make the unforeseen move of stepping back from your computer, slowly making a show of sauntering around the desk. Sunghoon's dark irises track you like a sniper and you revel in it.

You must stop your hands from fisting at your own sides.

You must maintain the little control you have, or it might just cost you your life.

“You're wrong,” he says, “The books. They’re not all Victorian.”

He’s stalling. Deflecting. Trying to distract himself from your nearing frame.

“Frankenstein,” he continues, “Shelley published it in 1818, that’s just short of the start of Victoria’s reign.”

You give him a small, tight-lipped smile.

“Hm. You would know though, wouldn’t you?”

He is pulled into silence.

“But back to your little lie.” Your path is set and your mind is made. “Vampire's daylighting as average university students? That’s a good fucking story.” You nod slowly, “A good fucking story.” You take small, tentative strides closer to him. Not wanting to engage too quickly. Sunghoon was big, tall and looming. Having that kind of frame tense- more tense than he already is, would only result in a blood bath. Your blood bath.

“Everyone at school, everyone in this town thinks you’re all so goddamn close but you wanna know what I think?” You saunter closer and he inhales sharply.

“No.”

You tsk and click your tongue, not stopping your calm gait whatsoever until his scent completely enveloped you. So empty and… dead.

A smell that can’t be masked by the most expensive cologne and yet you enjoyed it. It made your blood race and if what you knew was true, then he could hear the erratics of your heart as well. You wanted him to.

“See, Hoonie-”

“Sunghoon.”

“Hoonie. Why else would you be entertaining this nonsense?” You continue moving closer until his back is pressed against the wooden desk, looking down at you with a near pitch black abyss. You look up at him, feigning innocent doe eyes as you pressed your voluminous chest against him. You dare even let your hand drift over his black, cotton sweater.

“I could-” Sunghoon's eyes flutter closed before he snaps them open again. “I could hurt you. But you know that, don’t you?” A finger slips itself under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

Or so you thought.

He continues to lift your chin until you were looking up at the fluorescent light. Then, and only then, did you understand that he was baring your neck to him.

“Aw, Sunghoon.” You chastise lightly, still letting him do with you as you please. Unbeknownst to him, you were leaning in closer, letting your hand slip onto the desk behind him until you found just what you were looking for.

Letter opener.

“I’m counting on you to hurt me, Silly.”

You finally pull back, before he can lower himself further in-before he could go in for the kill.

You aim the sharp two-edged blade of the letter opener into your left palm and, with all the reserve in the world, you cut a long, shallow gash all the way in.

The very second your palm stains crimson, Sunghoon's entire build begins to shake. His chest begins to heave uncontrollably. His face is perfectly the same but somehow you still hear the hungry tufts of air leaving his nostrils, even over the raging rain outside and you smile.

“Trust me.” You say,

“I’m counting on you hurting me,”

“You’re really goddamn stupid, you know that?“ He says cockily, feigning his control when his pitch black eyes are a dead giveaway. The pupils are trained on the beoken skin along your palm and that alone. The blood has begun dripping aimlessly down your palm and you hold it up to him, showing him his prize. Showing him everything he’s been missing.

"Maybe I am. Maybe I’m crazy and stupid.” You discard the letter opener on the carpet beside you. It clunks to the ground and you let out a little sigh.

“You can go ahead and bite me Sung-” You might not explicitly be on a nickname basis, but you figured now was as good a time as any to familiarise yourself with each other, since-

“You’re gonna turn me."

Sunghoon finally rips his onyx eyes away from the dripping crimson faucet and he stares down at you questioningly.

"Why would I do that?” Some hair has fallen in front of his left eye but he makes no move to brush it away, so naturally, you do it for him… using your bleeding left hand.

“Well… because you’re you. And self restraint isn’t very you, Sunghoon.” You tuck the dark strand, now stained lightly with your blood, behind his ear and you begin to trail your hand slowly down the side of his face. Sunghoon's eyes flutter closed and he leans, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, right into your bleeding grip. He turns his head sideways and inhales sharply.

“I knew it.” You marvel at the boy before you. “Sure it was just a theory but- it all fell serendipitously into place: The absent days when it’s sunny out. The deathly paleness. The untouched lunch trays. The old ass books that probably give away your real age.” His eyes are still closed and he is still moving his cheek against your bleeding hand. He hums unintelligibly.

“The ice cold skin was my final check.”

“How clever.”

He produces the first smile you’ve ever seen and the beauty of it releases a wave of endorphins and butterflies in your gut. “You want a cookie for that?” He has a dangerously gorgeous lopsided grin that, coupled with the gleaming, pointed canines that have emerged, leaves your pulse quickening in more places than your heart.

“What’s to stop me from ripping you open right now? There’s no one here. No one will be here in time to stop me from killing you.” He turns to look at you and you almost gasp at how severely sexy your smeared blood on his cheek looks.

“Give me reasons.” He urges with his voice bouncing off the walls.

“I need reasons or-” his eyes flutter closed “-or I just might do it. I will kill you.”

You needed to maintain control. But in that moment you knew and feared that you and him were beginning to realise that your dominant reserve was slipping right through your fingers. It was your turn in the hot seat. Okay.

You got what you wanted. Find out what you needed to find out. But all that came at a price.

You try to keep your voice steady as you answer him.

“As much as it annoys you and me, Sunghoon, it is a fact that you wanna fit in with everyone else.” Sunghoon's eyes never leave yours as you continue talking. “You probably never really had a home and this town allows you to blend in with the rest of us.” He breathes deeply through his nose. “Killing the bookkeeper would put this little fantasy life you've built for yourself in jeopardy,” Your breathing is irregular and harsh and you look at his lips and oh god you need to taste him.

“But you’re still you, Sunghoon. This town can’t and never will change that fact. You’re not like the rest of us,” You finally say, “You’re not-”

In a blur and manipulation of time, space and all the little things in between, you’ve been transported with a swift dash across the room until you were being held by the throat against a bookshelf. Pain stems from the sudden and rapid movement but the firm and unwavering squeeze on your throat, elicits a wave of lust.

“I’m done playing your little mind games.” He’s seething and he’s angry and he’s right where you want him.

“Oh? But we were having so much fun, Sung-” He squeezes your windpipe, so incredibly close to crushing it.

“What do you want?”

You let the first ever genuine smile slip onto your face.

“For you to turn me, Hoonie."

He pauses. Quite literally.

Sunghoon's rapid breathing goes to a complete stand still and his form goes as still as a statue. You deduce that this is him thinking. He’s mapping out all the possible shit storms this would conjure up for him and his precious family and you hold the will to roll your eyes. After a few stunted seconds, Sunghoon eases back again.

"Once I start-”

“You won’t stop? Sunghoon, we’ve been eye fucking this entire time. I'm not sure what it is about Blackmail that gets you off but it's not difficult to see how bad you need it.” He squeezes your throat again in warning, already telling you all you need to know.

He's not sure why he's attracted to you. He shouldn't be. Whether its the fact that you should already be dead for even knowing his secret- for thinking you can offee him an ultimatimatum- its your sheer fucking guts that has him warming with attraction.

Your words slowly bring him up for air. “If there’s one thing stronger than your need to feast,” You lift that hand up once again, “-its your need to fuck. Vampires are immortal so they draw pleasure from the little things. The pleasurable things. That bulge in your pants can’t go unnoticed, Sunghoon, no matter how long you want it t-”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes before he murmurs: “Just shut up,”

He crashes his lips right onto yours. The kiss is not only electric but it’s magnetic. As if you would not be able to pull away even if you wanted to. And his firm grip on your throat keeps you there. It’s strong and he squeezes as he licks on your bottom lip, coaxing the opening out of you. So naturally, you moan, and the bastard uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

You needn’t open your eyes to see he was half-smiling into your kiss. That little nugget of information made you need him even more. During your kiss, you squeeze your legs together. Sunghoon hums disapprovingly in your mouth, sending his other hand down your thigh, urging them apart.

“You can’t do that.” He breaks the kiss and says the words at a perfectly even breathe, meanwhile you were a heaving mess.

“What?” You inquire dumbly, all too focused on his hand on your jeans to rather give a fuck about anything else.

“Pathokinesis.” Is all he says before he ducks down into the crook of your neck, ripping the gasp out of your lungs by force. His large hand around your throat moves up to your cheek, rubbing the skin with his thumb softly.

“Don’t do that.” He says into your neck before venturing to flick his tongue out, licking the skin and driving you all too insane. You almost don’t register his words but the weight of his revelation has you tumbling to your senses momentarily.

“What? So you can like-”

“Sense and manipulate your emotions?” He says, coming up from your neck. “Yeah.” He nods once before he takes your mouth in his once more.

“What you feel,” he mumbles in between the kiss, “I feel too."

Yet another gasp strains your throat when you feel two sharp teeth graze against the skin of your plump bottom lips as Sunghoon pulls away.

Have you really thought any of your movements through?

What if sex with a vampire was fatal?

You’re about to spiral into oblivion before Sunghoon speaks up.

"No.” He says curtly, and you’re all too aware of the hand trying to push past your denim jeans. “You’re not pulling back on me now. Not after everything.” You’re in awe of his words.

“Jesus, so you really can feel everything.”

That life threatening smile again.

“Pretty much.”

He begins to undo the buttons of your pants tentatively, almost meticulously, as if you were fortunate to have all the time in the world. You’re about to urge him to hurry the fuck up but one of the shelves behind your head collapses. Books fall to a sad heap on the floor and the wood is snapped in tiny pieces. Sunghoon's hand was leaning against that particular shelf.

Maybe he’s not as calm as he’d like to convey.

“There is one thing,” the buttons are undone but he’s stopped moving his fingers. They are in fact paused on the lining of your underwear. The material is calmly in between his index and thumb, creating the sickest, most twisted need you’ve ever felt. You almost abandon modesty and grind into him right then and there.

His next words however, have you almost wanting to keel over in grief.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” he says with a sick smile.

“Why?” It's all you can manage and suddenly, you think the universe must be smiling at the irony of this situation. The encounter had begun with You as the master of this blackmail, yet here you were, grovelling for him.

“I think you’re really good at getting what you want,” he says, leaning forward and slowly, oh so slowly, letting his hand slip into the fabric. The graze of his fingers on you cunt alone making you almost sob out in need.

“And I’m not gonna allow that.” He concludes before pushing his hand all the way in. Sunghoon does nothing but snicker when he feels the pool of wetness.

“This is how this is gonna work,” he uses his free hand to pick up your limp left one. The wound is of considerable size however, the blood is not flowing as much but it’s still there.

“You’re gonna give me this.” He lifts your limp hand up and you comply like a puppet on a string. “And I’m gonna give you this.” His fingers-the index and the middle,- flick over your clit, causing you to let out an aching whimper.

“Got it?” He’s already placing your bloody palm against his plump lips and you’re too enamoured. Too enamoured at the sight of his tongue sticking out and lapping at the blood as if it were a healing potent. You’re too enamoured to respond and he does not like this one bit.

Sunghoon flicks another finger against your clit.

“JESUS!” You scream into the empty library. Sunghoon, who’s eyes were closed, shoots open and he hums disapprovingly.

“No,” he says irritably, “Sunghoon. Say Sunghoon.”

You’re a drunken, sex filled mess. “Fuck-Sunghoon.” He smiles, satisfied, before returning to your palm. You begin to grind into his fingers and his chuckles.

“Sung… Sunghoon please.” There are tears staining your eyes and you’re so completely torn apart. The thrill of it being in a public setting. The rain. The licking on your palm. It’s too much.

Way too fucking much.

“Please? Please let you finish?” Sunghoon asks mockingly and a sob releases from your throat as your hips begin to buck into his hands. “You’d like me to let you cum all over my hand?”

“Please, Hoonie. Please.”

“That’s a shame…” He replies, “I thought we were having so much fun.” You do not even have the strength to act stunned at having your words being flung back at you, you’re too focused on the fingers that have slipped inside of you and the hissing noise escaping Sunghoon's throat.

It’s all so unbelievable. Sunghoon pulls back and hisses loudly. Your heart stops at the sight of his canines elongating even further but that all falls away when he sinks them further into your palm. Biting down.

Hard.

“Hoon..” You're completely out of it. The fingers slide in and out and in and out, searching rapidly for your g-spot, but in the very same breath, there’s a sharp, bright and blinding pain in your left palm, letting the tears fall as they may.

“Fuck, Sunghoon! Oh god! It hurts! It hurts so fucking bad!” You’re sobbing but his fingers inside you are relentless and his sucking, even more so. You feel like nothing but an object of his pleasure as your hand begins to grow numb. Sure he was bringing you to orgasm, the very same time you felt even that was for his own pleasure.

Never had you experienced a pain quite like this. This pain felt otherworldly. Diabolical. As if someone were ripping the nails right out of your fingers. As if you slammed the car door in on your hand repeatedly.

And the pain. God, the pain is white and bright, you fear passing out may be inevitable.

Sunghoon brings his head up, releasing his fangs from your palm but continuing his assault by licking and sucking on the two indents. “I know, my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he says, “I know."

The sobs stop, perhaps because you want to hear his voice. Perhaps because you feed on his praises. "You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he mutters unsoundly in between his licks, “So pretty, so perfect.” You realise he’s as delirious as you, his eyes are wide, gazing down at the madwoman before him with his own madness swirling in his irises. His lips are stained red and somehow that sets you over the edge.

“Hoonie?”

His eyes are red. Blood red. You gasp. “I’m-” You don’t finish the sentence, already feeling your orgasm crest as you carelessly fling yourself over the edge. It hits you and you forget all about the pain. All about the blood.

“That’s it, my pretty, pretty girl.” He encourages and your body is shaking violently against the book rack. Your eyes are screwed shut and you’re rocking uncontrollably into his hand.

In that moment, Sunghoon may have thought that he gained everything, but you gained far more. And when you come out of that high, once the fog cleared and the rain simmered down to a tiny, light pitter patter.

You begin to feel…

New.

“Welcome to immortality, Beautiful.” He whispers in your ear with that recognizable lopsided smirk.

You feel… empty. Drained. You feel nothing at all.

“Population… You”

[misc-obeyme]

Okay and here are the headcanons for Kinktober!

It's a pretty well known fact (I think??) that Mary Shelley had sex on her mother's grave. (This is also the Mary Shelley who wrote Frankenstein and carried her dead husband's heart around.) It just seemed like such a perfect spooky Halloween situation, I wanted to write some headcanons about it lol.

So this is MC getting it on with our characters in a graveyard on Halloween in the middle of the night. In the case of the brothers, MC just summoned them. For the dateables, some creativity was required.

I didn't do the undateables this time because I wanted to do only one post and I didn't want it to be longer than it already is lol!

Happy Halloween!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x the demon brothers & dateables (minus Luke obvs)

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: penetration (reader receiving), oral (both reader receiving and characters receiving), fingering (reader receiving), tailfucking (uhhh do I have to say reader receiving well here it is just in case), semi-public, outdoors, mention of corpses and the like but this is mostly kinky jokes so nothing too gruesome

Lucifer

Why have you brought him here, MC? What could you possibly want to do in a graveyard? You had better have a real good explanation for why you summoned him to a graveyard in the middle of the night. You should know that he has better things to do than go ghost hunting with you.

The minute you kiss him, he understands. There's something desperate and needy about your lips on his. Already your tongue has entangled with his and heat has risen up between you.

He has no problem with making you lose yourself in a graveyard, but are you acting like this because it's Halloween? You're seeking some kind of trick? He won't bother to ask you because his lips are too busy sucking on your neck. Your hand is in his pants, freeing his cock, already hard and leaking. He's pulling you along with him so he can brace against whatever he comes across first, hoisting you up so he can enter you.

It's really too bad that your human world friends wouldn't believe you if you told them you were railed by Lucifer behind a mausoleum in the graveyard on Halloween night. You really wanted to tell someone because those are some epic bragging rights. Instead, you kept the memory to yourself, a little thrill pulsing between your legs whenever you thought of it.

Mammon

Terrified. Why are you in a graveyard? Why is he in a graveyard? And on Halloween of all nights! You try to distract him with kisses, but he keeps pulling away and asking you if you saw a ghost.

This seems like it's not going to work. Even when he tries not to be afraid, he's definitely too afraid. You're able to make him forget some of that fear by going to your knees and putting his cock in your mouth. Now he's scared and horny.

S-seriously, MC! What’re ya doin? He’s trying to protest but he isn’t very convincing because he keeps moaning. You pause to tell him the most ghostly thing in the graveyard tonight are his moans. He gets flustered and starts to argue but you shut him up pretty quickly.

After he comes in your mouth, he wants to return the favor, but he insists you have to leave the graveyard. He won’t be able to focus when he’s scared. Once he gets you somewhere else, he pays you back by making you scream his name.

Leviathan

Woah, MC! This graveyard reminds him of the manga I Was a Lonely Florist That Got Hit By a Bus and Now I’m a Ghost Living in a Graveyard While I Try to Solve My Own Murder! There’s a medium that tries to help the ghost florist and- you’re gonna have to cut him off unless you wanna be there for hours.

The minute Levi figures out that you brought him here because you want to have sex with him, he becomes a blushing mess. What if someone came to visit their grandma and sees you? Tell him it's Halloween, nobody is going to come visit their grandma.

He won’t protest for long once you start kissing him though. In fact, he gets hard so fast you’re pretty sure he’s just as turned on by this location as you. You have him sit down on low decorative wall so you can straddle him. He does his best to bite back his moans as you ride him, his hands tight on your hips.

Don't ever remind him of that experience. It's too embarrassing! But he does lend you all fifty three volumes of the ghost florist manga. Despite his embarrassment, the two of you read them together.

Satan

At first he’s a little confused. Why would you summon him to a graveyard like this? Then you start to kiss him and he figures it out. Actually makes you stop to ask if you know about Mary Shelley. He’s impressed when he finds out that was your inspiration.

Now he’s fully into it. Can’t resist adding to the Halloween vibe by shifting into demon form. Curls his tail around your waist as he pushes you back against a tree. Cushions the back of your head with his hand as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He’s thrusting into you at a steady pace but he’s also rambling quietly in your ear. It’s all poetry about darkness and fear, adding a satisfying thrill to the sweetness of him inside you. Your moans only encourage him.

Always after that, he will randomly recite a specific line of poetry to you, one that mentions a graveyard, one that he whispered in your ear while he was fucking you against that tree. It sends a shiver down your spine every time - a spooky little secret between the two of you.

Asmodeus

He shows up looking absolutely fabulous, fully decked out in Halloween themed makeup, clothes, and accessories. He looks around in confusion before asking why you summoned him to a graveyard. The look you give him is enough to reveal all.

MC! You want to do that here? In the dirt? Next to a bunch of corpses? He appreciates your dedication to the vibe but it’s kiiiinda gross! No matter, he's not here to kink shame. As long as he doesn't get dirty.

You decided to kiss him until his lipstick is smeared all over your lips. Seeing it makes him lose his mind and it isn’t long before he’s got your back pressed up against his chest, his cock buried inside you while he smears more lipstick across your neck. He doesn't care about being quiet and moans continually in your ear.

He may have to reapply his makeup look later, but it was worth it. Anytime he wants to send you a subtle message, he wears that particular shade of lipstick.

Beelzebub

Confusion. What’s going on, MC? Why did you summon him to a graveyard? Are you in danger? He’s looking around in the dark, ready to defend you from any ghouls that might show up.

It won’t take much for him to realize what you actually want. Oh. Oh. Once he’s figured it out, he’s more than happy to take care of you right here if that’s what you want. Wastes no time boosting you up against a mausoleum wall so he can put his head between your thighs.

You end up begging him to shift to demon form just so you can hold onto his horns. You're pulling harder than usual trying to keep your noises down and you don’t want to pull out his hair. Beel doesn’t mind, but he does what you ask.

Innocently asks if this is some kind of human tradition. Go ahead and tell him it’s an ancient Halloween ritual. It isn’t like that’s too far off from the truth anyway. Every year after he asks when you want to go back to the graveyard.

Belphegor

Ha ha, MC. He may be sleepy, but that doesn’t mean he wants to hang out with the dead. Honestly thinks you summoned him to the graveyard as a prank. Offended at first but okay he has to admit that it’s kinda funny.

That is until you start kissing him. Now he’s confused. Your hand on his cock clears things up for him. He’s going to smirk and bend you over, already moving your clothes and putting his fingers inside you. He teases you for a while, bringing you close only to pull you back.

Eventually you beg to feel his cock inside you and he finally does as you ask. You have to find something to brace yourself on. Maybe it’s a nearby tree or maybe it’s a nearby tombstone. Either way, Belphie’s prepared to make your legs shake.

He’s secretly turned on by this whole scenario. Brings it up to you occasionally just to watch you blush. You sometimes dream about that night and every time you do, he can’t keep his eyes off of you the next day.

Diavolo

You can’t summon him so you have to get creative if you want to fuck this demon in a graveyard. He’ll know if you lie to him and tell him it’s a human world custom. But it’s also Diavolo’s birthday, so you tell him you’ve got a gift for him which isn’t actually a lie.

He shows up at the graveyard as you request and he’s already in demon form. He’s hoping any humans who see him will think it’s a costume. It’s Halloween after all!

There is something about seeing the demon prince standing in a graveyard in the night with his horns and his wings and his exposed chest… he catches on quite quickly to your intentions because you can't keep your hands to yourself. As expected, he laughs, finding your idea delightful. He catches your hands and kisses you. You've already freed his cock so it's only a matter of moving your clothes out of the way before he's inside you.

What a thoughtful gift you gave him this year, MC! You can't quite tell if he's teasing you because he seems so genuine. The truth is that your boldness really turned him on, so he was being honest.

Barbatos

There really is no way to get him there without just asking him to meet you. As soon as you do, he's onto you. He finds it unlikely that you would ask him to meet you in a human world graveyard on Halloween in the middle of the night unless you were up to something. But he's curious, so he portals himself there at the appointed time.

Your sweet blush gives you away. Now that he's there, looking poised in the moonlight among the tombstones, you're a little embarrassed. But you aren't going to let this opportunity pass you by. And he can already tell what you want anyway.

My, my, MC. You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you? Don't worry, he's happy to indulge you. Before you even have a chance to try seducing him, the tip of a tail is creeping beneath your clothes. Barbatos fucks you with his tail so good you're seeing stars, clinging onto him and moaning his name.

He's not satisfied with this, though. Keeps you close as he portals you back to his own room in the Devildom. He keeps you there all night and now you've got a whole new Halloween tradition.

Simeon

At first you aren't sure how to get him to the graveyard. But you tell him that there's a place in the human world you want to show him. He seems happy enough to meet you there, but he is confused about the late hour. You tell him it's relevant to what you want to show him.

When he gets there, you waste no time and cut right to the chase, kissing him and putting your hand down his pants. Simeon, to your complete surprise, responds in kind.

Oh, MC. If this is what you wanted, you should have just told him. He's moved without you realizing and you feel something hard behind you. You look up and almost laugh - you're being pressed against the base of an enormous angel statue. You're not distracted for long though because Simeon is already moving aside your clothes. He bites down a little as he enters you, making you gasp. You wondered momentarily if the dead in that graveyard experienced heaven the way you were at that moment.

He'll never tell a soul about what the two of you did, but you know when he's thinking about it. He gets a particular look on his face, a light blush and a sparkle in his eyes. You're not even surprised when it happens in one of his future novels.

Solomon

Sure, he's happy to go with you to whatever graveyard you like, even if it's the middle of the night on Halloween. He gets it. It's spooky season, after all. You don't have to trick him into it, he's ready to go wherever you suggest.

When you get there, he waits for your direction, perhaps thinking you're on the lookout for ghosts or something. Figures out what you want immediately when you start to kiss him. And now he's turned on. Takes you into a nearby mausoleum and you find yourself bent over, hands braced against the wall. He's losing himself in you and praise tumbles out of him as your moans echo through the stone room.

You're both breathing heavily as he takes care of the clean up and fixes your clothes for you. Then he grins wickedly. Would this be considered a graveyard smash, MC? You threaten him with bodily harm for saying that, but he only laughs at you.

For a while afterward, he'll start humming Monster Mash near you, just to get a reaction out of you. You get to decide if you kiss him or hit him, but either way he's pleased about it.

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Gentle On My Mind - Chapter 5

Initially set in 1967 when Elvis is filming Clambake. Feeling miserable and trapped after the Colonel banishes Larry and the spiritual texts, Elvis invites Gloria to keep him company through the last five days of filming. Gloria is an aspiring movie editor and more importantly she's a lot of fun. Will she be what Elvis needs to get him out of the depressive funk he's in?

Catch up with the other parts here.

Many thanks to @sissylittlefeather being my beta reader on this one.

Pairing: Elvis x OC - Gloria, a budding film editor.

Word count: 4.2k ish

TWs: Gloria's filthy mouth, angst, infidelity, blowjob, fingering, p in v sex, possessive kink, size kink, spanking, Elvis is quite dominant, think that's about it.

Elvis spends that afternoon’s filming trying very hard to concentrate on his lines and not daydream back to his lunch break, him almost dragging Gloria back to his trailer, both of them giggling like naughty kids and probably making what they were about to do incredibly obvious to half of the film crew. Going through additional takes of some of the opening scenes in the gas station, he fights the urge to think about the feeling of Gloria’s mouth all around him as he leant breathless up against the wall. Tries to forget for a few minutes the puzzle of what it was she’d done with her mouth and hands that had made him come so quickly right down her throat. Between takes, chatting to Shelley about how hot it is and whether that makes LA seem more like Florida, he repeatedly pushes the thought that this was the second time he’d left Gloria full of his come out of his mind. 

Gloria also finds herself a little distracted, her mind drifting back to the fun they’d had at lunchtime. But, as she walks back to his trailer at the end of the day, a little later than usual because she’d got so stuck into what she was doing, she reflects that maybe she’s actually learning enough to get herself a proper job. Or at the very least, enough to make those stuffy old men think that she knows what she’s doing. She bites the skin beside her thumbnail a little, thinking briefly about going back to San Francisco, and then her mind drifts back to Elvis in the trailer earlier, his hand over his mouth so everyone on the film set wouldn’t hear him moaning as she sucked him off. She’s pretty impressed with herself for somehow stuffing all of that dick into her mouth and down her throat, it’s definitely a record. 

“Where you been, honey?” 

Elvis is sprawled on the couch, taking up the entire thing. She looks down at him. 

“Got sucked into editing. I’m really enjoying it, I can’t believe how interesting it is when people actually let you do things rather than just making you get them coffee.” She picks his feet up just enough to give her space to sit down, replacing them on her lap. “Thanks for making it happen it for me.”

“No problem, Glory.”

She tilts her head to the side. “You okay?”

“Hmmm. You ever been to Hawaii?”

“Family vacation in Honolulu a few years ago.”

“Did ya like it?”

She nods, her hands resting on his shins. “Mmm yeah. Beach life. It’s definitely a nice vacation spot. But there are beaches here!” 

Elvis frowns. “Can’t really go to the beach here. Too busy.”

Gloria doesn’t miss a beat. “Not if you went in disguise,” she suggests. “Why don’t we sneak off now and go to the beach and get dinner there? Instead of just sitting in here and eating burgers again.”

Elvis is briefly completely baffled by this turn of events, and he’s about to say he probably needs to take at least one of the guys with him, and that he doesn’t know if there will be food he wants to eat at the beach, and that he really doesn’t go places that are so busy… and then he just doesn’t say any of those things and instead just says “okay.”

Gloria sits for a few seconds blinking in confusion. She had been expecting a little more resistance, but since she hasn’t got it she just pushes his legs out of the way and leaps up off the sofa. 

“Let’s go!”

***

They take her car, and he hides in the backseat as they drive off the set. Gloria has a hard time keeping a straight face driving through the gates, thinking of him in shorts and a denim jacket she’d somehow found for him to wear, lying down as flat as possible. Once they’ve got far enough up the road she pulls over and he gets out and into the front seat. She can’t help giggling at him. She’d jammed a baseball cap on his head and made him wear his shades too, and he looks successfully nothing like himself. He had complained a lot, looking at his reflection in the long mirror in the trailer, but he relented when she put her arms around him and kissed his neck and told him she thought he looked sexy. She wasn’t lying. Looking at him now, once the giggles have subsided, she thinks he looks really good. More casual than usual, which she likes. And he’s not wearing too many clothes. One of her main gripes with the movie, whenever she stops to watch a take or two, is that they’ve over-dressed him. Since it’s meant to be set in Florida, she’d have expected him in shorts and a t-shirt a bit more often. And more sensible shoes. She does have a soft spot for that all-denim outfit, especially remembering him changing out of it and giving her her first glimpse of the outline of that fucking huge dick, but it still seems an odd choice for the movie. 

“What’re you thinking about, Glory?” 

She shakes her head a little and looks over at him. “Your fantastic outfit.”

“I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me.”

“I like it.”

“Even this?” Indicating the baseball cap.

“Even that. In fact, you can leave that on later if you want, in bed.”

She starts to giggle again. Elvis shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I know.”

He smiles as he looks across at her. She’s just put the top down on her car so her golden hair blows gently around her face under her sun hat. Her hazel eyes are shining with amusement and he watches her tanned arms on the steering wheel. She drives comfortably, seat back, keeping her eyes on what she’s doing but never looking remotely bothered by anything that happens. The car never jolts, the whole journey is a very smooth ride and Elvis wonders if he’s ever been driven by a woman who is this good at it. 

“God must’ve sent you to me,” he murmurs, almost to himself. 

“God?” She asks, spinning the steering wheel quickly as she looks for a space to park. “I’m agnostic, I don’t know if he’d have sent me. Probably would’ve wanted you to have a true believer.” 

She sticks her tongue out slightly in concentration as she backs the car up into a space. Elvis frowns slightly. 

“Agnostic?” 

“Hmm yeah. C’mon, we’re good, I’ve just seen a hot dog stand over there too. I bet you like hot dogs.”

“You don’t believe in God?” Elvis asks, following her as she bounds out of the car, barely stopping to lock it before she runs over to get in the line for the stand.

Gloria shrugs her shoulders. “Don’t think we can know so I don’t try. Maybe there is one, maybe there isn’t. Presumably I’ll find out eventually. Two hot dogs please, one with extra mustard.”

Elvis blinks at the heady mix of theology and fast food. He puts his arm around her as they walk down to the beach together. There are a lot of people, but none of them give him a second glance.

“I read the bible every day,” he tells her, somehow becoming deadly serious. “God is an important part of my life.”

She nods. “That’s cool. I wish I could believe in God but I just don’t have it in me. What about here?” She gestures to the bit of sand just in front of them. 

“Sure.” 

They sit down and start to eat. “You just believe in that white bearded guy up in the sky, or anything else?” She asks, with a mouthful of food. 

Elvis laughs and finds himself suddenly less serious again. “I’m interested in a lot of things. I’ve got this book which shows you how to calculate your number, and once you do that you can find out about your destiny and…”

“Numerology!” Gloria declares, completely interrupting him. “I love that shit.”

Elvis is immediately torn between loving her enthusiasm and being embarrassed by how loudly she just cussed.

“I’m a five, look,” she shows him the bracelet on her arm which has the number 5 hanging off it in the form of a golden charm. “What’re you?”

“An eight.”

“Oooooh we’re so compatible!” 

Elvis laughs. He finishes his final bite of hot dog and looks into her eyes. “Well it makes sense that you’re a five. It’s the number of freedom.”

“Yeah and I am still free from my panties, which I have to say is a very dangerous situation on this beach.”

“Oh. You could’ve brought a swimsuit.”

“Well no-one told me that!”

Their eyes sparkle as they tease each other back and forth, getting in a little play fight which ends with Elvis lying on his back in the sand, his cap knocked off, and Gloria half-sprawled on top of him. 

“Okay, so what are eights like then?” She asks, once she’s got her breath back.

“Great leaders,” Elvis replies, then giggles. 

“Oh, great leaders. I see. I’m just a mad impulsive girl who came to the beach with no swimsuit and you’re gonna be the president or something.”

He pulls her closer to him with the arm that’s currently wrapped around her shoulders. 

“It doesn’t look like I’m going to be the president right now, does it? No-one here has recognised me. Not one person.”

She puts her chin on his chest. “You’re in disguise.”

He huffs. “I was wearing a hat.”

They lie there for a while longer, talking about their respective numbers and debating whether Elvis wants to be recognised or not, and then he looks at his watch. 

“Think we should be getting back, Glory. The guys will be wondering where I am.”

***

Gloria notes the look of disappointment on Elvis’ face when he discovers that far from sending out a search party for him, no-one had even realised he hadn’t been in the trailer for the whole evening. 

“Can’t even pay people to give a shit about you,” he mutters, throwing himself melodramatically onto the bed, even though it's still early. 

Gloria kicks off her sandals and tries to dust the sand off her feet before getting onto the bed next to him. “I give a shit about you,” she says quietly, into his neck. 

Elvis is startled into looking down at her. He can’t see her face, buried as it is in the crook of his neck, but she sounds sincere. “I’m sure you do, honey.” He runs his fingers through her hair. 

She doesn't like his tone. It sounds like he’s dismissing her feelings, which had sort of snuck out of her when she wasn’t looking. She does give a shit about him though. It’s hard not to. 

“Well I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Elvis isn’t sure how to respond. He had thought that she just liked sleeping with him. But she has spent a lot of time listening to him over the past few days. 

“Um, thanks,” he mumbles, awkwardly. 

Gloria sighs quietly. Never mind her feelings then. Back to being her usual fun, sunny self. Only one day of filming left anyway. There’s no point in getting deep. 

***

The final day of filming is a busy one for Elvis, and he barely has a moment to himself. He looks longingly at Gloria from time to time, but there’s no opportunity to talk let alone anything else. He keeps thinking back to what she said about giving a shit about him. Running the conversation over and over again in his mind, he feels like he should’ve said something better than thanks, but once he’d missed his initial opportunity she had just started prattling on about numbers again. And not long after that she’d taken her dress off and he’d forgotten all about anything she might’ve said. 

“That’s a wrap!” 

Elvis sighs with relief at the words. It’s fairly late and he’s desperate to be alone with Gloria, on their final day together. Then he remembers the wrap party. There’s no way he’s going to get away without going, and probably staying for most of it. He doesn’t have any excuses. 

***

Gloria flits about the party, talking to anyone and everyone. She loves an opportunity to socialise, and this is even better because she’s making contacts in the industry too. Contacts outside of her daddy and his friends. And because no-one knows who she is, they treat her differently. With respect. She can see Elvis out of the corner of her eye, his flirting with Shelley getting almost completely out of control. She knows he’s trying to get her attention, but she doesn’t care about him flirting with actresses. After all, it’s not as if they’re going to be together after tonight. He’s going home to marry Priscilla. 

***

Elvis is pulling out all the stops with Shelley. Laughing loudly at everything she says that’s remotely funny, leaning in close to her when she’s talking quietly, carefully brushing a strand of hair from her face. Even going so far as to wrap an arm around her waist. Shelley’s enjoying herself but she’s not daft. She can see Elvis’ eyes flicking across to the pretty blonde on the other side of the room to see if she’s noticed what he’s doing. Shelley is amused that Elvis Presley is trying to get a girl’s attention, and in such a roundabout way. She decides to help him out a little. 

“Do you think it would help her notice if I did this?” She asks, putting both of her arms around his neck and looking up into his slightly surprised face. 

“Ah-I-I… I dunno what you’re uh… talking about,” he replies, stumbling over the words but putting his hands on her hips instinctively. 

“Ah come on, yes you do. You’re flirting with me to get her attention!”

“Oh no, baby, I wouldn’t do that… I-I-” 

“If you wanted to talk to me you just had to come over.”

Elvis looks away from Shelley’s amused face to see Gloria standing next to her. 

“Oh-Ah-I… honey, I jus’...” 

Both women laugh as Shelley removes her arms from around his neck. “See you later. Nice working with you again,” she tells him, giving him a kiss on his now burning cheek. 

“You looked busy,” Elvis tells Gloria, sheepishly. 

“I was networking.”

“Networking?”

“Yeah, you know. Making friends who don’t know who my daddy is.”

He nods. “I’m dying to get out of here.”

“Me too. Think you have to do a bit more though,” she nods at a man with a moustache making a bee-line for them. “Let me know when you’re ready to go. You can just come over and tell me this time.”

***

They finally get back to the trailer in the early hours of the morning. They’re barely through the door before they start pulling at one another’s clothes in an attempt to get them off. 

“I’m disappointed I was too busy filming to do this earlier,” Elvis pants, between frantic kisses. 

“Me too,” Gloria moans as he starts to kiss her neck. “And I hate that the party went on for so long. God, I thought we’d never leave.”

He unclasps her bra now that he’s taken her dress off. “When Bill started that speech…” he groans, then slides his mouth over her nipple. 

“The world’s longest, most boring speech, you mean?” She arches into his mouth as her hands find his belt and undo it. 

“Mmmm. Worst. Speech. Ever.” He punctuates each word with kisses that get lower and lower until his mouth is just above her clit. 

She squirms, her hands in his hair trying to push his head further down. He smirks and kisses his way back up her body again, lips finding hers. Moaning into his mouth, she grabs one of his hands and tries to guide it to where she failed to get his head to go. He chuckles as he pulls away from her again. 

“Needy little girl, aintcha?” He teases. 

She nods. “Been needy for you all day, big boy. Feel.” Finally managing to get his hand between her legs, she directs his fingers to run over her soaking pussy. 

He groans. “Bet ya ruined that skirt you were wearing earlier.”

“Yeah, it’s actually a great way to give yourself extra laundry,” she jokes. “As I’m sure you know, Mr. I Don’t Wear Underpants.” 

“Don’t do my own laundry,” he replies, before picking her up and putting her over his shoulder. “Right, you. Bed.”

Gloria squeals and kicks her legs and he gives her a quick sharp slap on the ass. She squeals again, in surprise and delight. Walking the few steps to the bedroom, he throws her down onto the bed so hard she bounces back up slightly. 

“Oooh Mr Dominant!” 

He shakes his head, trying to look stern but unable to keep himself from smiling. “It’s Mr Presley.”

She throws her head back and laughs uncontrollably. “Oh, is that what you want me to call you?”

Still giggling until she finds him on top of her, pinning her hands above her head, his eyes full of lust. “No, you know what I like you to call me. My needy girl.”

She moans a little at the name, trying to wriggle her hands free but unable to get away from his firm grip. “I want you… so bad… big boy,” she whines, arching towards him, desperate for more contact. 

“Think I might want to tease you a little first.”

She can’t resist trying it, despite what he just said. “Yes, Mr Presley.” 

He feels his dick get immediately harder at her words. He hadn’t thought he’d like it, usually people calling him Mr Presley made him feel old. But her cute west coast accent, her fluttering eyelashes and the slightly desperate tone in her voice have changed his mind. He leans down, kissing the skin just beneath her ear. 

“You can keep doing that.”

She bites her lip and rolls her body into his, now he’s that bit closer. “Yes, Mr Presley.”

He groans. Fuck. It’s going to be more difficult to tease her than he thought, if she keeps saying that. It’s going to be very hard for him to not just come in his pants. He kisses her again and then shifts so he can take the rest of his clothes off. Leaning back over her, he starts kissing gently down her body, enjoying watching her squirm trying to get him to move more quickly, deliberately stopping and peppering her with kisses just below her belly button until she’s groaning in frustration and begging him to move lower. 

“Please. Oh fuck. Please. I’m dripping for you.”

His eyes roll back in his head at the description and he decides to give her what she wants, spreading her legs with his palms and kissing her soaking wet pussy. She moans pornographically, hands grabbing his head as she grinds her hips up into his face, completely ignoring the fact that he’s only gently kissing her. He growls against her, vibrations making her moan even more loudly. Grabbing her hands and pulling them off his head, he looks up at her. 

“Don’t think my girl is doing as she’s told.”

She whines and wriggles. “I just want you to touch me…”

Shaking his head, he suddenly grabs her and wrestles with her until he has her over his knee. He brings his hand back and then slaps her hard on one ass cheek. She squeaks. 

“Feel like my girl needs to learn her lesson.”

Gloria rubs her thighs together, desperate for some friction. She’s so turned on she can barely stand it. She’s starting to wonder if she could just just come from him spanking her and calling her his girl. 

“Yes, Mr Presley,” she breathes. 

He bites his lip and tries really hard not to let on how much he’s enjoying this, though he’s sure she must be able to feel his erection digging into her. Slapping her ass again, he watches it jiggle and get red and listens to her moan and whine. Then he slides two fingers into her pussy. 

“Oh, fuck.”

Her head flops down onto the bed as she feels his fingers slowly thrust in and out, pleasure building inside her. Just as she’s starting to really enjoy herself he removes them and slaps her again. She screws her eyes shut and tries to control the noises that are coming out of her mouth as he continues alternating between touching her and spanking her. Eventually she completely loses control. 

“Oh fuck please Elvis please I want you so bad I’m sorry for being a bad girl.”

He chuckles and gently lifts her head with his other hand. “I better put ya out of your misery, huh?”

Her head flops back down again as he starts rubbing her clit quickly, pushing his thumb inside her, listening to the pleasured noises she makes as her orgasm builds quickly and then completely overpowers her. 

“FUCK.” 

If he thought her cussing on the beach was too loud, this was on a completely different scale. He puts his hand over her mouth as he gently rubs her through her high, shushing her. Her hot breath and mumbled curses against his skin. He doesn’t let her lie there for long though, he’s so desperate to have his fill of her.

“On your knees, baby.”

She gets up slowly until she’s kneeling on the bed, looking up at him expectantly. 

“No, not like that. Hands and knees.” He gestures at her to turn around so she’s facing away from him. 

He strokes her ass with one hand and his dick with the other. “All that looking at your ass made me want you like this.”

Her moans start off soft and soon crescendo again as he starts to push inside her. Groaning as he finally bottoms out, he pushes her head down onto the bed. 

“I need you to be quiet.”

She whimpers a little at the feeling of being so stretched in this position. “Yes, Mr Presley.”

Trying his best to hold it together at those words, his hands grip her hips as he starts to move inside her. She presses her face into the bed to muffle the noises she makes as he pulls almost all the way out and then slides in again, repeatedly. Elvis is driving himself crazy too, the intensity of the feeling of her all around his dick is almost too much. He gives up on moving slowly, his thrusts hard and fast now, making her body rock with each one. Her fingers dig into the mattress, trying to stop herself just collapsing on the bed with the force of his movements. He’s pounding her so hard she can feel tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. But it feels so good too. So good that she can feel her second orgasm building in the pit of her stomach.

Elvis is so close it’s almost killing him but he really wants to feel her walls squeeze him again. “Is my good girl going to come again?” He pants. 

“Y-yes… yes Mr Presley…” she pants back, getting up onto her forearms and pushing back against him with every thrust. 

His eyes roll back in his head and then all of a sudden he feels it, the squeeze of her walls around him as she falls forward onto the bed, only the force of him gripping her hips keeping her from collapsing completely. 

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs, and just like the last time it’s only one or two more thrusts before he’s coming too, deep inside her. Letting go of her hips they both collapse in a heap, breathing hard. 

He rolls off her and then pulls her into his arms, covering her face in kisses. She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. Breath still uneven, he looks at her with grave seriousness. 

“Are you okay Glory? I don’t know what came over me then…”

Her mouth curls into an even bigger smile. “I’m great, thank you, Mr Presley.”

Wrapping a leg around his waist as she watches him cringe a little and blush.

“Oh God you’re never going to stop with that now, are you?”

“Never. Thought you were enjoying it. I know I was.”

He moves to kiss her neck. “Yeah I was,” he murmurs against her skin. “You sure I didn’t take it too far?” He looks up, his face worried. 

“No way. That was so hot. You can throw me around like that any time you want.”

She watches as his face changes from worry to a look that’s almost pride. Then it changes again to sadness as he remembers that “any time” will be over in a matter of hours. 

“Do you have to go back home tomorrow?” He asks, urgently. 

“I don’t have to do anything,” she replies. “But um, no I can stay, if that’s what you’re asking?”

Is that what he’s asking?

“Yes please. Please stay.”

***

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Love Bites

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia au)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

tags: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving, other sexxy funtime stuff)

Chapter Four: Apple Cider

“Rina, you lied to me. You make it sound like you teach the spawns of satan but all these kids look absolutely adorable.”

“They are spawns of satan,” Rina hisses quietly, making sure no other teachers can hear her. You shake your head in disbelief. “Of course they are on their best behavior now. Nobody wants ISS.”

“Well I think that they are adorable. I mean, there’s mini Princess Tiana and tiny Jack Sparrow. That’s a crossover I never thought I would see,” You point at the kids who came dressed up for the fall festival. There were different booths open, from games, to food, to arts and crafts, and apparently the school had a special surprise as the finale. 

“I guess they’re not all bad,” Rina grumbles. 

Three kids walked up to Reyna’s booth, their costumes bringing a bright smile to her face. The child in the middle looked familiar to you but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. 

“And what can I get the vampire queen, Frankenstein, and the werewolf today? I have caramel brownie bites, mini cinnamon rolls, and peppermint bark. Oh, and I also have apple cider,” you display. 

“I’m Frankenstein’s monster. Mary Shelley never gave the monster a name,” says the kid in the middle. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“You’ve read Frankenstein already? I didn’t have to read that until high school,” you blink. The little kid just shrugs his shoulders.

“How much do we have to pay you? I would like some brownie bites,” says the vampire queen. She has a hand held mirror and checks her fangs in it. 

“It’s all free. Just let me know what you want.”

“Then I want one of everything and some cider!” Says the werewolf.

“Yuji, leave some for other people.”

“What? She said it’s free,” Yuji looks back at you and you nod your head. “See Nobara!”

“Fine. I’d like to have a brownie bite and peppermint bark then. What about you, Megumi?”

Megumi was about to order until he read your apron. It was the same flourish of cursive letters that he had seen on the boxes his dad brought home. His eyes narrow suspiciously, pointing his finger at your clothes. 

“Are you the owner of Love Bites?”

You chuckle nervously. “Yes…why?”

“And you’re dressed like a witch?”

“The Wicked Witch of the West, yes.”

“Megumi, you might be right. She really did curse your dad,” Yuji says with a mouth full of brownies. Megumi scowls at him, but his face looks so much like his father that you had to hold back a laugh. 

“So you’re Toji’s son? It’s lovely to meet you. I promise, I did not curse your dad to be a slave to my baked goods.”

“Yeah. You haven’t given him your cookie yet,” Rina whispers in your ear, making you smack her arm. 

“My dad was eating a jelly donut once, your jelly donut. He has never eaten those before. The jelly fell on his pants, and he just stared at it for a really long time. I think the sugar is rotting his brain since he keeps on going back to buy more.” 

You snort but you couldn’t get mad at the child. He says everything so matter-of-factly you almost felt compelled to agree with him. “How about you taste one of my treats and you can come to your own conclusion?”

Megumi narrows his eyes again, but the pretty lady didn’t set off any alarms in his head. He takes a caramel brownie bite and takes his time to really chew it. You, Rina, Yuji, and Nobara stand in anticipation as you await Megumi’s verdict. After what seemed to be ages Megumi swallows and looks back to you. You lean in close when he opens his mouth to sigh.

“I don’t hate it.”

You turn and high five Rina while Nobara hands Yuji a one dollar bill. “I told you he would like her eventually,” he smirks. Nobara shakes her head in despair and clings to Megumi’s shoulder. “What happened to your cold heart? I just lost money because you want to be nice.”

“I may be a hater but I won’t be a liar,” Megumi grumbles, taking a cup of apple cider to wash down the snack. 

“I’m glad that you liked it,” you swell, and Megumi really couldn’t get himself to dislike the mystery baker lady like he had planned to. 

“Megumi, there you are!” Huffed Toji. He was in his customary black suit, except his hair was pushed back and you couldn’t help but to stare. Toji’s eyes bounced between Megumi and Reyna, and then to you and Rina, then back to Megumi. He nods to you before turning his attention back to his kid.

“The fireworks are about to start,” Toji said carefully. “Let’s go get a good spot.”

Megumi could tell the nervous look in his father’s eyes as he looked at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Frankenstein’s monster turned to look at you. “Do you want to come with us?”

You start to decline but Rina jumps in. “I’ll take it from here. I’m not a fan of fireworks and I see them every year. Go, have some fun,” she winks. 

You look at Toji and he looks hopeful. He sees her wearing the earmuffs and beanie that he had bought you a week before and he smiles . Not a wide, opened mouth smile, but you have studied his facial expressions long enough to know that he was beyond happy and you blush, following them to an open spot on the field. The kids trail in front of the two adults and whisper among themselves.

“Megumi, your dad should be holding her hand. Why isn’t he doing that?” Nobara hisses.

“He’s a slowpoke that’s why. Why do you even care?”

“She’s pretty and she can bake. We’d be dumb not to like her,” Yuji answers. Megumi scowls at them but before he can answer the fireworks start.

When everyone’s attention is focused on the glittering light show Megumi looks back at his dad, and sees that you are standing much closer to him than before. He squints, noticing that you have your pinkies entwined together before fully enclosing each other’s hands, and when Toji’s eyes fall on his son’s, he gives a father a sharp nod before turning back to listen to his friends try to shout louder than the fireworks. 

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

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What about Larissa taking the reader to a pumpkin patch and they just have fun all day and get apple cider and pumpkin spice donuts!! And then they get home and put on a horror flic, and the reader swears they aren’t scared but they can’t fool Larissa at all, so she puts something else on? 😋😋I thought it was such a good idea and I would have done something like this myself but you are such a talented writer, I would love to see something like this from you!

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you so so much 🥺 that is very sweet. I thought this would be appropriate for October so I tried to get it done in a timely fashion. I really hope you enjoy 🥺 also... happy Friday the 13th! 👻

we fell in love in october

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Larissa takes you on a sweet autumn date to a pumpkin patch - fluff ensues.

Words: ~2.9k | ao3 link in title

Leaves fell from the tree outside the window, hues of brown, deep red, muted orange coloring the evening sky in their descent. Blown away by a crisp breeze that carried the sounds of students laughing and chatting on their way inside for dinner as the sky slowly turned darker, dusk settling over Nevermore Academy.

The crackling of the fireplace and the clacking of Larissa’s keyboard served as background noise as you lounged on the couch in your girlfriend’s office, engrossed in your copy of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. You and Larissa had been together for a few months now, and it had turned into an unspoken ritual that you would pop by after work more afternoons than not to keep Larissa company as she finished up her emails, before sharing a glass of wine and some takeout and basking in each other’s company.

Today was no different. Your ears perked up when you heard the tell-tale sound of Larissa’s laptop shutting, and you set your book aside as you heard her footsteps approach. Within moments she came into view, rounding the couch and placing two fingers under your chin to gently lift your head towards hers. Soft, warm lips pressed against your own, and you could feel her smile into the kiss as she soothed her tongue along the seam of your lips. You parted them to allow her to lick gently into your mouth, sighing as her tongue began to dance with yours, every movement languid and loving.

“Hello, darling. Thank you for waiting for me,” she whispered against your lips as the two of you parted for air - you would never tire of her dulcet tones, her voice like music to your ears.

“Hi,” you said with a grin, patting the space next to you. Larissa sat down and you immediately snuggled into her, allowing her to wrap her arms around your waist and rest her chin on your head. “You’re done with work?”

“I’m all yours,” Larissa replied with a chuckle, pressing her lips to your temple - it made you shiver.

“Mmh… Do you think you could be all mine on Friday as well?” You bit your lip, watching Larissa carefully - in spite of her constant reassurance that she enjoyed spending time with you, you still sometimes felt like you were asking a lot. You knew how seriously the principal took her work, but you’d come up with the best date idea and it would be a shame to let the opportunity pass you by.

To your relief, Larissa’s face lit up with a teasing smirk. “I think I could be,” she purred. “Did you have something planned for Friday?”

“Well… This Friday is Friday the 13th… And it’s October! That’s kind of a special occasion. So I was thinking we could maybe go to a pumpkin patch together and have a date-day?” You looked up at Larissa through your lashes with your best pleading pout, watching her lips curl slowly into a soft smile.

“Hmmm,” Larissa hummed, tapping a manicured finger against her chin in thought. “What do you say I work a half-day on Friday and pick you up around noon?”

“Really?” You could feel your limbs start to tingle with excitement. “Can we?”

“Of course,” Larissa said with a chuckle, cupping your cheek. “There’s a little farm near Jericho that has a pumpkin patch around this time of year. I haven’t been but I have heard quite a few students rave about it.”

“Deal,” you said, your words turning into a squeal as Larissa began to pepper your face with kisses, before pressing her lips to yours. You melted into the kiss, as you always did, feeling her warm breath against your lips as she let out a contented sigh.

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

Friday morning was spent choosing an outfit - you settled on an orange knit sweater, jeans, and loafers, and took to lounging around as you waited for Larissa to pick you up.

She was, of course, punctual as always - the doorbell rang at 12 on the dot, and you shot up from the couch to answer the door.

Larissa greeted you with a soft, gentle kiss, one hand settling on your hip. “You look beautiful. Are you ready to go, my love?”

Blushing at the compliment, you nodded. “Yep, I just need my keys.” You turned to grab your keys and your bag from the little table next to the door, and allowed Larissa to lead you out to her car with her hand on the small of your back.

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

Nothing in your life thus far could compare to the feeling of holding Larissa’s hand in public. Her fingers curled around your own, her warm palm fitting perfectly against yours like a puzzle piece. Today was no different as the two of you ambled hand in hand towards the little farm, only briefly letting go so you could pay for your entry. 

“I don’t think I’ve done something like this since I was a teenager.” Larissa sighed wistfully as she looked around, her lips curled up into a soft smile.

“It’s beautiful here,” you breathed, taking in your surroundings.

The highlight of the festival was, of course, the farm’s pumpkin patch - massive orange, white, even green pumpkins nestled amongst bales of hay - resting against the backdrop of a picturesque forest, with leaves turned brown and orange. Across from the pumpkin patch was a corn maze - you could hear the giggles and screams of children flitting between the corn stalks. 

“Are we gonna carve pumpkins for Halloween this year?” you asked suddenly.

Larissa’s face broke out into a splitting grin. “I would love that,” she admitted. “Would you like to pick some?”

You nodded eagerly, spending the better part of the next half hour roaming through the pumpkin patch, picking up various pumpkins and handing them off to Larissa for inspection. She watched the entire time with an amused grin on her face, finally helping you settle on not two but four medium-sized, orange pumpkins (one for each of you, and then extras in case you messed up). 

After helping you carry the pumpkins to her car, Larissa nudged you and pointed to a small, fenced in area in the distance. “I think they have a petting zoo.”

You could hardly contain the squeal of delight that left your throat at the mere thought, and you dragged Larissa over to the petting zoo.

“Oh, look, you can feed them!” You pointed to the little machines with animal feed, making your way over and purchasing a cupful. The alpacas situated nearest you began to flock around the fence, sticking their head over the top and eyeing you eagerly. 

“You wanna try?” you asked, offering the cup to Larissa - she removed her glove and reached out her hand for you to pour a bit of the food in her waiting palm. She stepped up to the fence, glancing nervously in your direction as she stuck out her hand. Her face contorted in surprise as one of the alpacas began to nuzzle her palm, inhaling the feed within seconds.

“It tickles,” she said, quickly retracting her palm as you began to laugh.

“Here, let me try.” You poured some feed in your hand and offered it to a different alpaca, gasping and jumping back a bit. “Shit, you’re right, it does tickle,” you said with a giggle, shaking your hand to get rid of the funny feeling.

“How about we see the goats instead?” you suggested. With a reproachful glance at the alpacas, still gathered around the fence and staring the two of you down, Larissa agreed and followed you to the goat’s pen. There was a little latched door in the fence and you let yourself in, Larissa following behind you - albeit somewhat reluctantly. 

The goats could smell the food in your cup and some ambled over immediately. You leant down towards a small goat with a black head and white legs, offering it a handful of feed. It felt much less ticklish than feeding the alpacas, and you handed Larissa the cup so that you could use your other hand to gently pet the goats.

Larissa watched you fondly, holding the cup of feed just out of reach of the eager animals.

“You’re cute, you know that?” she murmured. You looked up, blushing profusely and smiling shyly. 

“Give me your hand.” You reached out and Larissa placed her hand in yours, cocking her head and watching with wide, curious eyes as you rested her hand on the goat’s back, holding it as you guided her to stroke its fur. 

Larissa’s gaze never left your face, her eyes sparkling with admiration, watching you delight in being able to pet the animals. It wasn’t her favorite pastime in the world, but getting to see you so joyful was more than enough for her to be having a good time.

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

“Let’s go sit down for a bit,” Larissa suggested, giving your hand a squeeze before gently tugging you in the direction of a couple of wooden stands in the distance. 

You agreed, and the two of you came to a stop in front of a stand selling apple cider.

“Would you like some?” Larissa asked, already reaching for her purse.

“Is that even a question?” you teased.

Larissa paid for your drinks and the two of you took a seat at a wooden picnic table nearby. You took a sip of the warm apple cider, moaning as the taste exploded on your tongue, and Larissa raised an eyebrow at you.

“What? Does that turn you on?” you purred, taking another sip and moaning even louder this time. Larissa laughed and shook her head, a blush creeping up her cheeks. 

“Hush and drink up,” she murmured.

Your eyes scanned the area you were sitting in, lighting up as they landed on a donut stand. “Riss, do you want a donut?”

Larissa nodded between sips of apple cider.

“What kind?”

“You pick.”

You ambled over to the donut stand, returning a few minutes later with two pumpkin spice donuts and handing one to your girlfriend, before settling on the bench across from her.

“Of course you would get pumpkin spice,” Larissa teased, chuckling as she accepted the donut from you.

“I don’t appreciate your tone,” you said with a laugh.

Larissa huffed, taking a bite of the donut regardless and letting out a moan of her own - you began to laugh harder and Larissa joined in, her eyes crinkling at the outer edges and her face scrunching up in glee. 

The two of you ate in amicable silence, savoring the donuts and each other’s presence and basking in a surprisingly warm fall day.

“Maybe we could go on the hayride before we go home?” you suggested shyly as Larissa placed the last piece of her donut into her mouth. Her eyes went wide and she nodded, her cheeks puffed out with food. You laughed and Larissa’s face turned pink as she swallowed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, you’re just very adorable,” you said with a grin, earning you an eye roll and a light, playful slap from your girlfriend. She always said she hated when you called her adorable, but she would blush and smile every single time, so you would keep doing it. 

“Call me adorable again and we aren’t going on that hayride,” she mumbled with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling in the low light of the afternoon sun.

Ten minutes later, you were sitting in a wagon with Larissa to your left, the sun slowly beginning its descent in the sky and casting a golden glow over the blonde. Your surroundings were picturesque, but all you could focus on was the stunning woman next to you. It seemed your sentiments were returned, for Larissa’s eyes - flooded with warmth and affection - never left your own. Her right arm was wrapped snugly around your shoulders as her left hand rested on your thigh, her thumb rubbing absentminded circles over your jeans. 

“Rissa?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I love you.”

A beaming smile spread across the blonde’s face and she ducked her head, leaning in until her lips were inches away from yours. “I love you, too,” she whispered against your lips, before closing the gap to kiss you. The kiss was soft, and tender - it made your heart flutter and your stomach flip as the last rays of the sun enveloped the two of you in a warm glow.

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

“Can we watch a horror movie?” you asked as you stepped through the threshold of Larissa’s apartment after the short drive back from the pumpkin patch. The two of you left the pumpkins outside the door for later.

The blonde raised an eyebrow at you, her expression nothing short of skeptical as she slipped out of her heels and removed her coat. “Are you sure? Don’t you remember what happened the last time we watched a horror movie together?”

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re talking about,” you replied airily, kicking off your shoes and tossing your bag on the floor. Of course you knew what she was talking about - you’d gotten so panicked that, during one particularly gruesome jump-scare, you’d thrown the popcorn bowl at the tv. Larissa had found stray pieces of popcorn underneath her couch for weeks after.

“Whatever you want, my dear,” Larissa said with a teasing grin, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before ushering you in the direction of her bedroom. “Let’s get changed first, hmm?”

Being that you spent so much time at Larissa’s, you had a few spare changes of clothes for when you’d spontaneously decide to stay the night - but you still preferred to wear your girlfriend’s clothes whenever possible. They smelled like her, and they were big and soft and somehow just way comfier than your own.

Tonight, you opted for a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt of Larissa’s, while she went for a sage green, silk camisole top and a white cardigan, paired with matching sweatpants. Larissa stepped behind you as you got changed, helping you pull the t-shirt over your head - you shivered as her fingers brushed teasingly down your abdomen, before splaying out over your stomach and pulling you flush against her.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered softly into your hair, pressing her lips to the crown of your head. You could feel yourself blush and you spun around in her arms, wrapping your own arms around her neck and pulling her in for a languid kiss. 

Larissa reached around you, flicking off the light in her bedroom and guiding you back out into the living room, her lips still pressed against yours until the backs of your knees hit the couch.

“Hot chocolate?” she breathed against your lips.

You nodded gratefully, curling up on the couch as Larissa disappeared into the kitchen - returning shortly after with two mugs of hot chocolate.

“Would you like anything else?”

“Nope, thanks.” You accepted one of the mugs - it warmed your hands, and the huge pile of marshmallows on top made you giggle.

Larissa settled beside you, wrapping an arm securely around your shoulders and pulling you into her. “Is The Conjuring alright?” she asked as she began to flick through Netflix. 

“Yes! I love Vera Farmiga!”

Larissa chuckled and pressed play, wiggling her hips a bit to get comfy.

You tried to be brave, you really did. But every slight change in the music made your muscles tense, your entire body flinching so bad that you had to place your mug on the coffee table.

“Are you alright, dove?” Larissa whispered, directly into your ear - you hadn’t expected it and you jumped in surprise, your heart pounding viciously. When you turned your head to look at your girlfriend, she was smirking, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I’m fine,” you squeaked. 

Larissa knew you like she knew the back of her own hand - somehow, she’d been able to read you like a book from day one. She snorted and set her own mug down, pausing the movie and wrapping both arms around your waist. You melted into her touch immediately - warm, comforting, safe. Your heartbeat began to slow and you let out a nervous giggle. “Okay, I’m not fine. But we can keep watching it if you want!”

“Hmm… I think I’d rather you feel comfortable with what we watch.” Larissa pressed her lips to yours, her hands stroking up and down your sides. “How about we put something else on?”

Biting your lip, you nodded and accepted the remote from Larissa. Some dumb, silly comedy like The Heat would be good, you thought.

“Come here,” Larissa murmured, patting her lap. You curled up on the couch, resting your head on her thighs. Her hand immediately settled on your head and began to stroke your hair, her nails lightly scratching at your scalp and making you shiver.

“Sorry,” you whispered timidly, peeking up at Larissa through your lashes.

Larissa looked down at you with a confused smile, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead. “Sorry for what, darling?”

“Suggesting we watch a scary movie and not being able to finish it.” You felt your cheeks flush and hid your face in her lap - then you felt Larissa’s lips on your head. “That’s not something you need to apologize for. I promise.”

You peeked up again to see Larissa beaming lovingly down at you, and you sighed in relief, snuggling closer and allowing her to continue stroking your hair as the two of you watched the movie. The perfect ending to a perfect day.

x

-> some activities (HELLO, PETTING ZOO, ANYONE?) based super loosely on a fall festival/pumpkin patch I visited in 2019 with my best friend, near Nashville, TN - one of my fondest memories! hmu if you want to see a picture of me with a goat <3

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a final dance

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader summary: steve harrington was someone you’ve always seen as unobtainable, a night behind a mask changes that. warnings: curse words, reader wears glasses btw! a/n: when you dive deep back into writing, you simultaneously have about 3 WIPs, this is one of them. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't Part 1 of 2

The moon cast a bright light over the depths of the forest, creating a glow in the middle of the night. The wind whispered softly, the trees feeling its limbs move with every whisper it spoke. The dirt beneath your heels sunk with every movement, your dress bunched up in your clammy palms as you desperately searched for your lover. 

“Steve?” You spoke aloud in the dark, your neck twisting every way to catch a glimpse of your lover. 

The cracking of leaves over to your left made you jump, your heart begins to race, feeling every pump of blood coursing through you as you dragged yourself closer to the sound. You peer around a tree when you see him standing there, standing tall as the moonlight cast a glow over his face. 

His jaw is set sharp, eyes as brown as honey that could see into your soul, caramel colored hair that moved gently with the wind, there he was in all his glory. His eyes meet yours and a sense of relief enters you. The corners of his lip twist into a smile, he rushes over to you, his white chemise only buttoned halfway, his dark curls from his chest peek out proudly. 

“My love” he murmurs, his large hands reach up and touch your face. He’s so much bigger than you but you feel so safe and secure in his arms. Your hands find themselves grabbing onto his forearms. 

“Steve, my love, we mustn’t see each other anymore, it’s too dangerous, I can’t risk losing you” tears of desperation prick at the corner of your eyes as you both grasp each other in such a heated moment.

“I’d rather die a thousand deaths than never see you again” he states, brushing your tears away with a swipe of his thumbs. 

“I need you to do something for me” he suddenly says, his face is much closer to yours, the tips of your nose lightly rub against his and you’re so close to tasting him, to feel his lips against yours. You close your eyes to relish in the feeling. 

“Anything Steve” you whimper. 

“I need you to wake up”

Your eyes shoot open, you stare at Steve with your eyebrow raised to the sky.

“Huh?”

“Henderson, I need you to wake up” he says again, more firmly. You remove your hands from his biceps and you pull away from him. Steve stares at you blankly as he opens his mouth again to speak but this time he sounds like … Dustin?

“WAKE UP!”

You jolt up from your bed, gasping heavily as you take in your surroundings. The dark forest is long gone, your lover Steve was just a figment of your overactive imagination. You brush a hand over your face, you check the clock, 7:15 AM, fuck. The pounding on your door continues as you try to bring yourself back to reality 

“Jesus Christ Dustin I’m up I’m up!” You scream at him.

“Eddie’s gonna be here in 10! And if you’re not ready by then then you’re on your own!” 

You groan loudly, running a hand through your messy hair.

Another dumb dream about your stupid crush on stupid Steve Harrington. 

As if he would ever look your way anyways. 

Your eyes scan across your room. Your walls are littered with medals and awards, two large bookcases on the side of your room that hold literary classics from Mary Austen, Mary Shelley, JRR Tolkien, ones that you loved to reread in your free time. A messy desk on the other side of your room with large textbooks neatly stacked next to your lamp, your finished homework laying right in the middle.

Being a Henderson in Hawkins, Indiana meant that there was a large stamp on your forehead in bold, red letters that screamed nerd. Your little brother was just as bad, if not a little worse than you. It’s how you ended up becoming best friends with the local pariah in town, Eddie Munson. He took your little brother under his wing a couple years ago after long nights of D&D campaigning at the school. To Dustin, Eddie was like an older brother he never had, and to you Eddie was like the stupid, annoying, yet loveable best friend who took your fries way too often at lunch. 

And then there was Robin, your other best friend. You had met Robin in band class after you had tried out to play the flute which you then realized that you had absolutely no music talent and quit the next semester. You and Robin however, managed to get seated next to each other and she soon become your best friend after you tossed a drumstick at Jason Carver’s head for calling Robin a slur. You saw the way she stiffened up and as tears began to pool around her eyes. 

Maybe it was because you were bullied for most of your life, but you could not stand to see others being taken down.

“Hey Carver, munch on this you fuckface” you tell him as you chucked a drumstick at his large and stupid head.

You got sent to the principal office but in return you got a best friend. You wouldn’t have changed that for the world.

You stretch your limbs, your hands reaching up to the sky, you grab your glasses on your nightstand, shoving them on your face as you jump out of bed. You quickly throw on a pair of jeans and sweater, your black converse to match. You rush into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face when you hear Eddie’s horn blast from the outside. 

You grab your homework and shove it into your backpack, racing past Dustin to grab an apple in the kitchen.

“Did your alarm break or something? I can’t keep waking you up ya know!” Dustin scolds you. You turn to face him, apple now in your mouth as you drop your bag to put on your jean jacket. You take a big bite as the apple returns to your hand,

“Sowee Dusty, won’th happenth again” you say, mouth full of apple as he walks right past you to open the door. You follow right behind him to Eddie’s van, Dustin taking shotgun while you take a seat in the back. 

“Hendersons! Good morrow to you both!” Eddie exclaims.

“Ugh Eddie you’re too happy for a Tuesday morning” you groan, still trying to wake yourself up. 

Eddie leans towards Dustin, “Jeez someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” he whispers, albeit loudly. 

“She woke up late, I think she had another dream about Harrington”

“Ah makes sense”

“Hey!” You snap at the two boys, “I heard that and I resent that!”

“So you did dream about Harrington” Eddie states plainly, pulling the car in reverse, easing out of your driveway. 

“No!”

A pause, then a large groan. You shove your face in your hands,

“Ugh fine, yes”

“Ew, gross! I don’t know what you see in that asshole anyways” Dustin says. 

“He’s not an asshole! He’s changed I swear, he doesn’t hang out with Tommy and Carol anymore and the other day he asked me for a pencil” you state that last part proudly. 

It was true, something in Steve had changed within the last couple of months. Maybe it was his breakup with Nancy Wheeler, or maybe something else had happened to him, you weren’t sure. But what you were sure of is that he actually was starting to notice you, give you soft smiles in class, ask you more questions about assignments. He even stopped hanging with Tommy and Carol which to you felt like you were in the twilight zone for a second. This just intensified your crush even more - you just had to convince your best friends and little brother that he had changed.

“Whoa no way? He actually spoke to you? Maybe he’ll ask for your hand in marriage next”

You shove your brothers elbow, “Fuck off Dustin” you mumble, taking an angry bite out of your apple. 

“Hey, hey Hendersons, it’s far too early to be arguing in the morning. Especially over an asshole like Harrington” Eddie waves his hand

“Eddie! You’re not helping!” 

“Whaaaat? You know I hate jocks, especially ones who throw balls in basket” he shakes his head, his brown curls jumping with every movement. 

“Thank you Eddie, at least someone here has a brain” Dustin glares at you, disappointed that his genius of an older sister just has to have the hots for Steve. 

You snort, “Okay as if I’m not going to graduate top of the class this year”

“Exactly, you’re going to go off to college and he’s just going to throw balls at baskets for the rest of his life, it’s just how the universe works” Eddie says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. 

Before you can retort back the van comes to stop in front of Robin’s house. Eddie honks his horn, a second later Robin comes bouncing out of her house, 

“Please, please, please don’t mention anything to Robin. It’s enough having you two chastise me” you grumble at the two boys in front. 

Eddie and Dustin share a look, a look that you’ve seen before. You can’t trust them when they’re both together, they’re both turned against you too many times - always out numbering you 2 to 1. Robin opens the van door, 

“Morning guys!” She cheerily greets the three of you. She takes the seat right next to you, placing her book bag on the floor. Dustin and Eddie mumble a good morning up front. Her eyes start to shift from you, then to the boys up front. Robin has good intuition, you can’t hide anything from her. 

“Ooooh, you dreamt about Harrington again didn’t you?”

You place your head in your hands as Dustin and Eddie snicker up front, 

“Jesus fucking Christ”

— 

After waving Dustin goodbye, the three of you walk into school side by side, Eddie on your right, and Robin on your left. Everyone at Hawkins knew the three of you were attached at the hip, the outcast, the nerd, and the band geek. 

As soon as the three of you walked in however, the halls were buzzing with people, all holding pink flyers in their hands. As the three continued to walk towards your locker there were pink flyers plastered all over the walls.

Hawkins High School School Committee Presents,

A Night in Paris

Masquerade Ball

Next Saturday at 7 PM

Eddie promptly rips one off the wall, his eyes scanning over the wording. He then turns to you, his eyes have now gone wide with excitement.

“Okay you have to go to this” he urges, shoving the paper in your chest as you spin your locker combination. Robin grabs another flyer that was stuck to the locker next to yours,

“A masquerade ball? Do we actually have the budget to do that?” She comments.

You shake your head as you take the paper from Eddie, “A masquerade ball? Yeah you know I don’t do dances” you tell him, shoving the flyer back right into his hands. 

Eddie whines loudly (and dramatically) as you slam your locker shut. “B-but you can dance with Harrington! That’s the whole point of the Masquerade Ball! You’ll be all incognito” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“You know Munsons got a point, if you ever wanted to chance with dingus this is your chance” Robin states as the three of you continue to walk. The bell then suddenly rings, alerting the three of you to be in first period. 

You sigh heavily, taking the paper back from Eddie. Maybe your best friends had a point, you weren’t one to go to dances, no one had ever asked you but a masquerade ball where everyone was in masks … that could be tempting.

“Think about it Henderson” Eddie says as he and Robin continue to walk down the hall. Robin gives you a small wave as they turn the corner and disappear. You enter your first period math class that you fortunately share with Steve. You shuffle your way to the back where you see Tommy and Carol sitting next to your seat. You plop right down next to them. Carol sitting on top of the desk obnoxiously chewing gum while Tommy humors her with whispers in her ear. 

They suddenly turn their attention to you, both with a scowl on their face. 

“Well if it isn’t four-eyes, I mean nerd, I mean Henderson” Carol taunts snarkily, a proud smile on her face. Tommy snickers at her comment. 

You’re used to this, hell they really need to come up with better material because you’re getting bored with the same insults. 

“Carol don’t you have any better insults or is your tiny brain not capable of computing anything new besides knowing how to suck Tommy’s dick behind the bleachers?” 

Tommy and Carol’s jaws drop - completely taken aback by your insult. She shoves Tommy violently with her elbow, “Tommy, do something!” She hisses at him.

“Listen here you bitch - “

“Hey assholes, how about you leave her alone?” A voice suddenly enters the conversation, one that sends chills down your spine. You gaze up and see your lover - uh you mean Steve taking the seat in front of you. He’s shooting daggers at Carol and Tommy as he places his books on the desk. Carol wordlessly jumps off the desk, a permanent frown on her face as she takes the seat on the other side.

Tommy too shuts right up, but not before getting one last word in, “I’ll get you for that four eyes” he whispers harshly at you, in return you just roll your eyes. 

Your eyes meet Steve’s and you give him a thin smile, mouthing to him thank you as he nods at you and takes his seat.

Class begins as usual, Mrs. Benning (or rather Ben the Hen is what they called her due to her large nature) starts class with a lecture. It starts to go smoothly until she does this thing where she picks on students who clearly aren’t paying attention. 

And for whatever reason she loves to pick on Steve. 

“Mr. Harrington, I assume you can give us the answer to number 6?” Her shrill voice echoes throughout the class. You watch as Steve stiffens in front of you, taken aback by surprise. He shifts in his seat as he pretends to flip through his textbook. 

“Uh, yeah, the answer to that is …”

Desperation claws at your lovesick heart, you decide to help the poor guy out. You bring a fist to your mouth when you then cough the answer loudly enough for him to hear,

“72!” He shouts proudly. 

However, subtly wasn’t your middle name.

Mrs. Benning narrows her eyes at you, “Miss. Henderson, I recall calling Mr. Harrington not you” she snaps.

All eyes are suddenly on you, shit, you were not good at this whole subtle thing. However Carol and Tommy put you in a sour mood and the whole masquerade ball has your head in a tizzy so your tolerance levels are at low - very low. 

“Well Mrs. Benning I don’t think it’s fair to pick on students who clearly don’t have their hands up, I mean would you like it if someone picked on you just to purposely embarrass you?”

The whole class gasps, even Steve at this point turns over and stares at you incredulously with a gaping smile. Mrs. Benning however, has fumes coming out of her hair, you swear you saw the chalk in her hand break in half.  

“I mean I’m just saying, it’s no fun either way right?” You finish politely, returning a smile at her. 

She lifts her hand and points to the door, “Principal's office, now” she orders through gritted teeth. 

You sigh loudly, grabbing your books and bag from the floor. This isn’t the first time your smart mouth has gotten you into trouble, you don’t care too much though at this point, you have bigger things to worry about. 

You head towards the door and out into the empty hallway. You’re about to make the corner turn to the office till you hear a voice yell your name,

“Henderson! Wait up!”

You freeze in your steps, that voice, it sends shivers down your spine. You turn around and see Steve running towards you, his brown hair flopping over his face as he catches up with you.

“H-hey Steve, what’s up?” you say, trying your hardest to keep it casual though your heart feels like it’s about to pound out of your chest.

“What you did back there … That was amazing, no one has ever stood up for me before. I just wanted to say thanks.” His brown eyes gaze into yours and for a second you forget to breathe. You can count all the freckles and moles on his face, you’ve never been this close to him before. As heat begins to exude from you, your glasses begin to embarrassedly fog up - something that tends to happen when you get riled up too much.

“Oh, your glasses - here, let me” Steve reaches down towards you, his large hand rests on your face for just a second as he gently tugs your glasses off your face. You stand there, in absolute shock, your brain trying to process what had just happened. You watch as he takes your glasses and cleans it with his shirt,

“I - I sometimes wear glasses to read, it happens to me too”

“You do?” You squeak out. Your absolute prince of a man wears glasses? 

“Yeah but let’s just keep that between us, it’ll be our little secret” he winks at you as he finishes cleaning the last lens. He then turns to look at you, really look at you, without your glasses.

“Huh, you’re cute without your glasses” he casually comments. But he realizes what he said and he begins to backtrack, “I - I mean not that you’re not cute with them! It’s just that I can see your eyes more. You have pretty eyes” he concludes.

Someone needs to come and pinch you because it feels like you’re dreaming. Steve Harrington - THE Steve Harrington calling you cute? You could die. 

You continue to gaze at him as if god broke the mold when he made him. Through thick lashes you watch him, palms clammy and feet rooted to the ground.

He carefully places the glasses back onto your face, his lips curved upward into a small smile. 

“T-thank you Steve” you manage to speak out, swallowing a large lump that was stuck in your throat. 

“Hey it’s no problem - “ he pauses as his attention turns to the pink flyer that is stuck behind you. He reached towards it, grabbing it off the wall.

“You going to this?” He asks.

“Uh … yeah?” You manage to say but in your head it just sounds like jumbled words.

“Cool, maybe I’ll see you there then. Catch you later Henderson” he gives you another wink as he begins to head back to class. You watch him as he disappears back into class, but your legs are glued to the floor, your mind still reeling from the interaction you had.

Well damn, now you had to go to the masquerade ball. You were never going to hear the end of it from Eddie and Robin. 

[isabellehemlock]

Caitlyn Siehl ▪︎The Hours ▪︎Mary Shelley ▪︎Crimson Peak ▪︎ unknown

Lestat & love and monsterhood

Image descriptions and sources under the cut

First quote:

When is a monster not a monster?

Oh, when you love it.

First image:

Lestat is looking at Louis off screen from the scene at the opera. His hair is tied back, and he is wearing a suit, staring longingly at his companion. Like all the pictures, it is a black and white still.

Second quote:

Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved.

Still, there is this horror at being left behind.

Second image:

A still of Lestat from his monlogue about his creation, looking off screen, and covered in bruises. His face is an expression of restrained pain.

Third quote:

There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.

Third image:

An image of Lestat floating in the night after his attack on Louis. The frame is cut off just beneath his eyes.

Fourth quote:

But the horror - The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.

Fourth image:

A close up of Lestat on the street car. He is wearing a tailored stripe suit and looking off screen as if contemplating something while out on his hunt.

Fifth quote:

I've been bad. These days, when I tell you I love you, what I mean is, I'm sorry. I daydream pain into myself / in hopes I'll be too tired to refuse your gentleness. I need it. I want to crawl into your chest and come out when I've given you all the love I have. It was never meant for me. I love you. I want my blood in your mouth.

Fifth image:

A still of Lestat and Louis embracing near the coffin. Lestat is kneeled against it from the outside, while Louis is reclined within. Lestat’s arm is draped around Louis' shoulder, and Louis' hand gently touches Lestat’s - smiling as they kiss.

All images were edited by me and were found online via pinterest (x, x, x, x and x). And two screengrabs from gifs I unfortunately saved when the show first came out and can no longer find the source for - happy to edit with credit of course.

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Can't Catch Me Now

Part 1 here and Part 2 here

13th Doctor x Reader (Platonic by Reader, Romantic by Doctor)

Dhawan!Master X Reader (romantic)

Kinda jumps around this time but ends up at Timeless Child episodes. It took ten days, but I got this part finished!

2,242 Words

You had been happier the last couple of weeks, running around with the Fam and The Doctor. It was like a switch had been flipped in your brain with that headache you had, you had become who you were during the start of adventuring with her. You still talked about your boyfriend, mentioning that you hadn't heard from him.

Today's adventure was meeting Mary Shelley. You had dressed for the occasion, something Regency era. Of course, you were the one that really dressed for the occasion, the rest were supplied with whatever The TARDIS had given them. You spun in the console room, catching the Doctor rolling her eyes at how over the top your outfit was. "You always say fit in to the time period. Thought I'd actually do it this time."

Yaz rose a brow and looked at you. You were still you but it was different to the rest of the Fam, you went from being like this to hanging off The Master's arm and then being back to that happy, trying to fit in person you are, it was a hard adjustment. The TARDIS landed and Yaz just shook her head, when Graham had sent her a look.

The group of you stepped directly into a downpour, drenching all of you. You groaned and looked over at The Doctor who also was just as drenched as the rest of the Fam. "What's wrong with a little rain?"

"We're humans, we get to cold and then we get sick. I'm gonna end up with an illness from 1816!" You weren't really that angry but you wanted it known that you didn't want to die from an illness that she couldn't treat.

"Can't believe we're fighting in the rain." The Doctor grumbled and you laughed softly, the Time Lord seeming to brighten even more at the sound.

You shook your head and pointed to the Villa in front of you. "I'm going to see if we can get shelter there if anyone wants to join me."

Graham had immediately joined you on your trek up to the villa while Ryan stalled for a moment before rushing to catch up, leaving Yaz and The Doctor to trail behind. You didn't hide your flinch when a lightning strike happened and The Doctor started to speed up, leaving Yaz behind to grab your hand. That instinctual need to protect you still raging in her hearts.

~

Of course you all had to investigate what was wrong with the villa. Of course Byron had to start flirting with The Doctor and each time The Doctor ignored him, he had turned to you and started to try on you. The man had stepped up next to you as you watched The Doctor check the walls.

"You really are beautiful." Byron whispered.

Your head whipped around and you didn't even think and slapped him. "Excuse me! I am happily in a relationship!"

The Doctor whipped around to see what had happened and sighed at the sight of you glaring at Byron while the man held his cheek. "Now Doctor, I think you need to get your companion under control!"

Your mouth dropped open and you glared at him. "No wonder you can't return to London! All you do is flirt with everyone and at the first sight of someone actually disgusted at your actions, you try to blame it on the person!"

~

Byron and you did not get along well after that and of course you got separated from The Doctor and The Fam, instead stuck in a room where the only entertaining thing was to stare at the wall. You tried to ignore the headache that was brewing, one that you thought was caused by the moving villa issue and being constantly annoyed.

You noticed a purple sleeve and a familiar hand waving at the other side of the room. "Hey doc!"

"Yeah? What's wrong?" The Doctor shouted back.

"Have any of you seen a purple sleeve coming out of the wall yet?" You shouted.

"Do not grab it! I mean it!" The Doctor yelled.

You turned to face the wall where her voice was coming from. "The hand looks familiar, Doc. Are ya sure I shouldn't grab it?"

You barely had time to think before that arm and hand turned into a grumpy looking Renegade Time-Lord, his eyebrow raised and staring right at you. "Come on, pet. Its time to go."

You heard thumping on the wall next to you as you stared at The Master, your brain raising alarms as he walked closer. "Come on! It's time to get you home."

"Do not go with him! Just stay there, love!" The Doctor shouted.

Your body made the choice for you and grabbed his hand, and he pulled you tight to his body, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Sorry, Doctor! Took your favorite pet!"

~

You were curled up under a blanket in The Master's TARDIS, on his couch and you just stared him down. Your body seemed to relax around him and yet your brain was giving you warning signs left, right and center. The Master just ignored your stare as he piloted.

"Why did you take me?"

"Because you are mine, love. I don't know what she did to your head but you have no memories of me." He said, turning to look at you.

"You look like my boyfriend, but he doesn't wear all purple." You had turned your head, you couldn't look into his eyes.

"Yeah, he does. Sure, I didn't wear it undercover because that would be just way to obvious."

“Why me?”

“Because I am dating you, I swore to protect you and she did something to your head to make you forget all about who I actually am.”

It took a minute for your brain to catch up. His face was oddly familiar and suddenly you were surging towards him to pull him into a hug. Your brain was still figuring out pieces but you got the major factor, O and this Master guy was the same. The Master eagerly clutched onto you and pressed multiple kisses to your head. He wasn't about to tell you how long he had been just in your peripherals the last couple of weeks, trying to get your attention. He certainly wasn't going to tell you about how much he had missed you.

The two of you just clutched onto each other for awhile, you finally pulled away from him when you started to think about The Doctor. "What do you mean she did something to my head?"

The Master grabbed your hands, rubbing them with his thumbs. "I think she removed every bit of me using my name and who I am from your brain while keeping my alias there, and of course, my real name. Probably a big shock for her to realize you knew the name I used all those lifetimes ago."

You just listened to him, you hadn't heard from him in so long, at least in your brain it felt like it had been forever. You barely noticed how tired you had started to get. The Master kept his eyes on yours, gently, very gently pushing on the block he had assumed The Doctor had made.

"It's okay if you fall asleep, I still have your room ready." He quietly said, his eyes catching how yours had started to go distant.

You could feel that headache starting to build again and you absentmindedly started to fight against him. His grip tightened on your hands. "I know, I know. Its probably going to hurt with how much you were in pain last time."

"W-we thought you caused that one, Master." Your voice breaking as you tried to focus on him and not on the pain in your head.

"Wasn't me, sweetheart. I wouldn't knowingly cause you that much pain unless I absolutely have to, like right now." The Master mumbled, closing his eyes to focus fully on breaking apart the block.

~

You waited for The Doctor to show up, you were sat next to Feekar, a soft smile on your face. "The Doctor will come. She always will. She likes saving humanity even if it's at the last second."

You could hear her from a mile away, she was never able to keep her voice quiet, even in battle fields. You slowly stood up and looked for her, catching her jacket in the distance. "Doctor!"

You watched as she stopped, head twisting in your direction, and you waved your arms. The Doctor stilled and it was like she physically relaxed when you jumped so she could see your face.

The Doctor practically ordered the Fam to follow behind her while she hurried to get to you. You were running to her and you smiled at the sight of her. "How long has it been for you guys?"

"We've been hunting down Ashad, from the villa!" Yaz snapped and your brows furrowed.

"Who?" You asked, looking over at her.

"There was a Cyberman inside the villa, it was crazy!" Ryan chimed in and you smiled.

"Okay, makes sense why you guys are here in the future then, during a Cyberman invasion." You looked over at The Doctor, whose brows furrowed.

"How long have you been here?"

You shrugged and then pulled a little writing pad from your pocket, looking at the marks on it. "Like a month or two. Days get blurry when the attacks happen."

The Doctor's face fell and she reached out to grab your hand and you pulled your hand away, shoving the pad back into your pocket. "No time for sentiments, Doc. I have people I'm trying to protect. These people are the last of humanity here. I'm not having my people die and be upgraded because we're here chatting."

"How did you even get here?" Yaz and Graham asked at the same time.

"I'm guessing The Master. I mean, the last thing I remember is him grabbing my hand at the Villa." You replied, turning to head back to Feekar.

The Doctor hurried to reach your side, pressing next to you, her hand grabbing yours. "Did he hurt you?"

You shrugged. "Probably, he's the Master. He doesn't like humans."

"But he likes you." The Doctor pointed out and you scoffed.

"Oh yeah, enough to dump me in the middle of humanity's last stand against the Cybermen with no protective gear, no way to get in contact and I'm the only one in this group who knows how to contact you. It's by sheer luck I've lived this long, and kept my race alive. So if you are truly here to help, then ask me questions later, save my people now." You ordered, pulling away from her and looking up at the sound of the whirring.

"Whatever you guys have in your hands, I hope its enough to keep them safe." You snapped.

You turned to Feekar and nodded. "Lets get people into buildings!"

~

You all were separated. You stuck with The Doctor, Ryan and Ethan, as you all headed to Ko Sharmus, to the boundary. The Doctor kept looking over at you, it was like you had vastly changed from back at the Villa. You had held yourself more confidently, and more secure in who you were. Something had changed, and it probably had to do with The Master.

You were wearing 21st century clothing that had been patched up with other fabric, which led her to assume you had gotten hurt during the attacks. You looked like you had aged a lot during the month or two you had been fighting the Cyberman, but it was probably just stress.

The shuttle landed and you all got out, she watched as you took a moment to straighten your clothes.

You watched as the sky started to shift to purple as the Boundary started to open up again, you took a deep breath. You were going to get at least Ethan to safety, that's what matters.

"Yaz looking for The Doctor on all frequencies!"

The Doctor rushed over to the radio. "Yaz! We can hear you! Can you hear me?"

"Doctor!"

"Where are you?"

"We're on a cyberbattle cruiser, with that cyber guy, with a lot of cyber troops that are waking up."

"Yaz, get off that ship now."

"We can't! We're trapped and they're about to break in."

The sky started turning a deeper purple and you took another deep breath. Everything was just about to start. You could see the capital city of Gallifrey.

"What is that?"

You turned to look at Ethan, shrugging. "Looks like home."

The Doctor turned to look at you, her eyes widening. "That's not possible."

"That's my home planet." The Doctor mumbled, turning back to look at the burning city through the portal.

You turned to look at Ko Sharmus. "That's Gallifrey."

"Well I've never seen it look like that!"

"How is Gallifrey here?"

The Master suddenly appeared, stumbling forward and groaning a small bit. "Wow!"

"Great entrance, Master! Right on time!" You called, starting to step forward towards him while The Doctor stared in shock.

The Master held his hand out and you grabbed it, smiling. He turned to face you while keeping an eye on The Doctor, subtly checking you for injuries while you turned to face back toward The Doctor.

"You should be afraid, Doctor, 'cause everything you thought you knew, is going to change. Forever."

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: ̗̀➛ cnc, somnophilia, piss (holding and letting go), blood play, knife play, exhibitionism, size kink, snowballing, impact play, pregnancy, breeding, praise, degradation, voyeurism

: ̗̀➛ cheating/infidelity, stepcest, drunk sex, threesomes, cuckolding, predator/prey, period sex, sex pollen

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: ̗̀➛ pseudocest (iffy on adoptation), gunplay

: ̗̀➛ pegging, high sex (weed)

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: ̗̀➛ ddlg/age play, extreme degradation, race play, pet play, noncon, pissing in mouths, food play, feeding/feederism, teacher x student, period comfort ("___ taking care of you on your period")

: ̗̀➛ incest, being caught, kidnapping, sex w family near

: ̗̀➛ real people, male reader, major character/reader death, mental illnesses, ass eating, scat, sexual assault

characters ! 

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: ̗̀➛ stranger things : steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson, dmitri antonov

: ̗̀➛ outer banks : jj maybank, rafe cameron, sarah cameron 

: ̗̀➛  the hunger games : peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, finnick odair, johanna mason, young coriolanus snow

: ̗̀➛ scream : ethan landry, stu macher, chad meeks-martin, quinn bailey, charlie walker, anika kayoko, wes hicks

: ̗̀➛ avatar : neteyam sully*, jake sully, neytiri sully

: ̗̀➛ mcu : peter parker, loki laufeyson, matt murdock, adam warlock, peter b parker, miguel o'hara, hobie brown, peter quill

: ̗̀➛ teen wolf : stiles stilinski, theo raeken

: ̗̀➛ five nights at freddy's (2023) : vanessa shelley, mike schmidt

: ̗̀➛  pjo (2023) : luke castellan, ares, sally jackson, poseidon

: ̗̀➛  dune (2021-present) : leto atreides I, duncan idaho, feyd-rautha harkonnen, lady jessica, princess irulan corrino

: ̗̀➛ challengers (2024): art donaldson, tashi donaldson, patrick zweig

★ : ̗̀➛ the bear (2022-present) : carmen berzatto, sydney adamu, richie jerimovich, luca

: ̗̀➛  misc : dave lizewski (kickass), barbara handler (barbie)*, rodrick heffley (doawk), felix catton (saltburn), oliver quick (saltburn),

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Personality Ransack {Kit Walker x Reader OneShot} 

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3130 Summary: The 'Serial Killer' newcomer is forced into close quarters with you. Is something going to come of this? Warnings: Depression, talk of self harm, evil doctors, Sister Jude, talk of serial killers, talk of murder.

The rumor mill was spinning at full force inside of the asylum. Bloody Face was coming. The serial killer that made the news that you caught snippets of occasionally from the attendants talking about it. One of them had even let you see a newspaper once, and you could remember the headline clearly. ‘BLOODYFACE ON A RAMPAGE.’ Killed women, skinning them. It was a horrifying thing and yet - you lived in one of the most horrifying places of all. Something like that was hardly enough to even phase you.

 

You caught a glimpse of him once, after he had arrived. He was a pale boy, handsome, with short blonde curls. He didn’t look like the monster that everyone thought that he was. You regarded him with interest, looking him up and down in the hospital gown that he wore, since he wasn’t trusted to have his own clothes yet. How demeaning. It was as if this place was built with the intention of creating monsters. That certainly seemed to be Dr Arden’s goal.  

Of course, Shelley was all over him before he could even get his bearings, that slut. You never liked her much, she’d do anything to get what she desires, do anyone to fulfill her desires too. You watched their interaction, your eyes rolling as she stroked the boy’s bare back, but chuckled to yourself when he pushed her away. Good boy. The whole thing got turned around, however, when Spivey decided to open his fat mouth. That was never a good thing and it ended up in the new boy being put in isolation. 

You forgot about him for the next couple of days. Time passed; it always does. And you have got someone new to observe in the meantime. Lana Winters. Like everyone else in here, she protested that she wasn’t crazy. That she didn’t belong here. You hoped that she would keep that spirit. She would need it. You knew better than anybody that no one escaped from here alive - either by release or by running away.  

It was time for bed, and you solemnly made your way to your room, shuffling like all of the others, blending in with them. This place had the amazing ability to just suck the soul out of anyone who stepped foot in it. That explained Sister Jude. But it also explained the rest of the patients here. Given sedatives instead of real medicine. The way that they never melted under your tongue ... it was enough to make you feel sick. To act sleepy to fool them and then spit them out. You slept better without them, relaxed better without the feeling of being paralyzed. 

You were not sleepy now, but for a moment, you thought that you might have been dreaming. For in your room, there was now another bed, with the new boy on it, the leather straps pulled tight around his wrists and ankles. Sister Jude stood by the bed, her hands crossed in front of her, that sour lemon expression permanently on her face. “Ahh, Miss y/l/n,” she said, as if you were old friends. “I’m glad that I caught you.” 

As if you had no other choice on where to go. You said nothing and looked at her, and then looked at the man that was on the bed. His eyes were wide, alert, staring right back at you with visible nervousness.  

“Mr. Walker here needs to be kept an eye on. As one of our longest-time patients, I think you are just the person to get him assimilated into life here, at Briarcliff. Teach him the rules, so he doesn’t get himself into any more trouble.” 

“Let me guess, the only open space among the men was with Spivy, and you couldn’t have them fighting again, could you? And no - you couldn’t put him in with Shelley for obvious reasons. Lana is too fresh; they might try to scheme. So, you stick him in here with me, because I’m tame?” 

Sister Jude’s expression seemed to become even more sour. You could see the wrinkles growing along her pursed lips. Her eyes narrowed at you, and you knew that she was going to give you a tongue-lashing, so you opened your mouth once more. 

“I believe it is time for bed, and wasn’t it you, Sister, who preached about the benefits of rest? I’d like to be left alone to pray for me, and for his poor soul before I retire,” You spoke, your eyes still on the old nun’s.  

“I’ll leave you to it,” Sister Jude said, folding her arms in front of her. “Do not even think about touching his restraints. They are for everyone’s protection - including his own.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it sister. I’m sure you’ve done what you feel is best,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes once more. She didn’t believe you but at this moment, there was no other choice but to leave the two of you alone. She nodded, graciously, and then walked out of the room. It was closed and locked behind her, and you breathed out slowly, and walked up to the alleged serial killer. You looked down at him, your head tilted. “Hello.” 

“- uhm - hello,” he said, his accent sounding more southern than you had originally expected.  

“You kill all them girls?” You asked. “I have to ask, since we’re going to be sharing a room and all. I need to know if I can sleep around you.” 

He looked at you, bewildered, unable to calm all the way down. “I didn’t kill anybody. I swear.”  

“Alright,” You nodded. “I’m y/n, by the way. What can I call you? Bloody Face - just sounds stupid.” 

“My name ... is Kit." He told you. His voice was soft, too. Almost sweet sounding.  

“Hi Kit,” you said, letting the name roll on your tongue. You decided that you liked the way it sounded. “That doesn’t look comfortable, are the restraints on tight?” 

“A bit,” He admitted, trying to wiggle his fingers but having trouble doing so. You moved closer to his side, looking at the wrist restraints. They were clearly cutting off circulation, making you tut.  

“I can’t take them off because they’ll probably come check you in the morning but -” You unbuckled it, and then redid it so that it was a little bit looser. He was still confined, he couldn’t get his hand out, but he wasn’t struggling either. You went around and did it to all of his restraints. “There, that should be a little bit better.” 

“Thank you,” he said, his eyes focusing on you, dark brown and pretty, even in the low light. “Can I ask - what ya in here for?” 

Your face fell at the question. You were expecting it, of course he would have been curious. “Depression,” You explained. “I ... I attempted to kill myself and rather than take care of me, my family through me in here. That and my social anxiety, I never liked being around a bunch of people, I’m ... shy. And I guess that makes me different enough to be considered insane. But you don’t need to hear my sob story, I know you got one of your own, Kit.” 

He actually looked concerned for you. The one known as Bloody Face, was pitying you. It, like his voice, seemed almost like a sweet gesture. 

After adjusting his ankle cuffs as well, you went to your own bed, the uncomfortable cot with the thin and itchy blanket and the pillow that might as well not even exist. “I guess you’re lucky. I might be the least dangerous person here. If you want to kill me, skin me, well, I probably wouldn’t even put up a fight if I’m being honest with you. I might even thank you for it.” 

“I won’t,” Kit said, less tense with the restraints loosened, only by one hole but regardless. This was the first show of kindness that he had in days. That he could even remember having, since his abduction by aliens. “I didn’t kill nobody. And I’m not going to start with you.” 

“Alright, if you change your mind,” You hummed in the dark. “I don’t know why but - I believe you, Kit. You don’t seem like the other monsters I’ve met in here.” 

“Thank you,” he said, genuinely. “I’m not - I’m not like them. I don’t belong here. I’d never, ever hurt my wife, or those other people.” 

“I don’t know if you’ve heard this yet but - I’m sorry for your loss, Kit. Really.”  

“I - haven’t,” he said, slowly. “Thanks ... y/n.” 

“You’re welcome,” you said. “Now - try to get some sleep. It’s the closest thing to an escape that you can do here.” 

He sighed in response. You understood. The feeling of this need to escape from this hospital where even the highest floors felt like a dungeon was enough to build a fire in anyone. The horrible robe that served as ‘attire’ until you were given clothes that felt more like barbed wire than actual fabric. Trying to be okay when everyone and everything is telling you that you’re not. You wished him sweet dreams, though it was unlikely that he would have them. There was nothing sweet about Briarcliff. 

“How do I stay sane?” You asked, thinking about Kit’s question. You were just glad that the sisters and the doctors weren’t around in the common room to hear that. You were laying on the couch, your legs over Kit’s lap. After spending a couple of days bunked together, you had grown close. He had told you everything about his experience - the aliens, the memory of coming too. And he talked a lot about his late wife. It was enough to make you cry with him at night, if only because you wished that someone had loved you the way that he had loved his wife. Maybe you would have been happier. Maybe you wouldn’t have ever stepped foot in this place at all. “I just killed the memories of everything that is outside of these walls. If everything alive and vibrant out there ceased to be, then this place isn’t too bad.” 

Kit frowned at this, relaxing back against the rock-hard couch cushions of the disgusting couch. It’s probably as old as Sister Jude herself. Jokes were constantly being made that this was the couch that she was conceived on. Stains older than that were on it too. “That’s - horrible,” he said. “There are bad things out there, sure, but it’s plenty bad in here too. These nuns - I don’t believe that Sister Jude has ever had a good thought in her life.” 

“That’s why she married Christ. No man would ever marry someone like her,” You commented, licking your lips as the craving for a cigarette came on strong. Sister Jude was making you quit as a punishment for the last time that you had self-harmed. It might be the nicest thing she’s ever done but it sure didn’t feel like it. As you brought your nails up to bite on them - oral fixation increasing - you looked over to Kit and saw that his dark eyes were watching your lips carefully. Like a seed of something had just been implanted in his mind, before he realized he was caught, and his intense gaze moved up to your eyes again. He chuckled a little, though you weren’t sure if he had heard the joke.  

“Yeah, probably,” he said, absent-mindedly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know what I saw out there was bad - but I gotta believe there’s still good out there. That one day, they’re going to find the real Bloody face. Even if I were to escape from here now, everyone gon’ hate me. And they need to get caught. I don’ care if they’re aliens or the devil himself. They need to get caught and pay for what they did to Alma.”  

“I hope they do,” You nodded. “I hope that your big optimism doesn’t get deflated in here. Everything else does.” 

You stopped biting at your nails and instead, you dug your teeth into your lip, biting off the smallest bit of loose skin there. It was a disgusting habit. You knew it. Everyone around here knew it. But dirty habits were the least of anyone’s problems around here.  

“You’re not like anyone else here,” Kit said, as if this had just occurred to him. You chuckled at that, crossing your ankles. 

“Yeah - too bad no one with any power around here gives a fuck about what you think. To them, I’m the sad waste of space.”  

“No one says that” Kit said, his frown turning into more of a grimace now. His eyes kept flicking down towards your lips as your teeth made small imprints on the thin skin. “‘cept you. Maybe that’s why you’re in here.” 

“What, cause I tell the truth?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, thinking about it for a second, and then continued on before he had a chance to reply. “That would make sense. That’s why you don’t see many politicians in places like this, don’t ya?”  

“No, I mean - ya don’t but, that’s not why I think you’re here,” he said, his voice soft as he looked at you. There was a look on his face that you saw here a lot. Yearning. But usually that look was directed at the doors, or at the windows. To the city outside of Briarcliff. To freedom. “I think you’re here cause you aren’t seeing the truth. You’re not seeing how ... special you really are.” 

Your breath felt like it got stuck for a minute inside of your throat. Special. Now, you had been called special a lot, but it was always in a demeaning way. In the ‘you’re not like other people’ kinda way. In the ‘You’re special and you have to go to this special place for a time, but as it turns out, you’re staying there forever because we can’t be bothered to take care of you’ kind of way. “And how am I special?” You asked, skeptically.  

Kit remained quiet for a second, and then his hand went through his curls. They managed to keep their shape, their luster, despite the awful shampoo that they let the patients use. It was an all in one, if that told you anything.  

“Because you -” he said, and he looked a bit guilty as the words came out of his mouth. “You brought sunshine in the darkest place imaginable.” 

Once more, it felt like your breath just decided to stop in place, cause a pileup, cleanup in aisle esophagus. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “I ain’t ever done something like that. You just haven’t gotten used to me yet, I think. You haven’t seen all the gloom that I’m capable of.” 

“Even now,” he said, his eyes looking deeply into your own, making you gulp. He was leaning a little closer, his eyes so strong and exceptional, it was intimidating. You weren’t afraid of him, but you were growing a little nervous about the power that his words could have on you. That they could perhaps make you feel something ... real. It felt like he was ransacking through your personality, and trying to steal the bad thoughts that made you ... you. “Ain’t no question about it. You’re makin it brighter in here.”  

It almost looked like he was going to kiss you. Your hearts were beating in sync - you could feel his pulse through the small connections that your skin had. Through your legs. His hand coming down to rest gently on your arm. But before you could even blink your eyes closed, Sister Jude stepped into the room, the clicking of her heels bringing time back up to speed. Kit leaned back against the sofa, guilt in his eyes, not that he would let you look at them properly after what had almost transpired. 

You were all ordered to get to your therapy session, or to the bakery in some cases. Bakery was preferred, even though it was a lot more work. It was less emotionally exhaustive than meeting with the doctors. Fortunately for you this was where you were headed, but Kit had to go to see Dr Arden. 

“Hey,” you said to Kit, putting your hand on his shoulder. He still looked like he was avoiding your eye, but that was alright, as long as he stopped to listen to you. “Good luck down there. Arden is...” 

“Evil,” Kit said, hollowly.  

“Yeah. Actually. That’s a good way of puttin’ it. But rememba - he can only hurt your body, Kit. He can’t hurt your mind unless you let him get in it. Don’t let him in there,” You warned, and your grip on his shoulder turned into a light caress, sending visible shivers up and down his spine. His eyes finally reached yours, and you could see that he was feeling a lot in that moment. Guilt, and yearning, and fear most of all. That fear wasn’t a weak thing, it was perfectly reasonable considering where he was going.  

“I won’t,” He nodded.  

You nodded back and you let go of him. You were meant to be his friend, nothing more. No one ever finds more than that in a place like this, in a hellhole. Besides, he was still mourning his wife, his entire life, you had to remind yourself.  

“See ya tonight,” he said, though it was phrased more like a question than a statement. 

“I’ll be searching for ya if I don’t,” You promised. “People go missin’ around here sometimes, I don’t want that to happen to you.” 

“Well, I won’t go willingly,” he said, giving you a soft and sheepish smile. “Just know that.” 

“I’ll remember,” You nodded. “I’ll see you tonight ... roommate.” 

“See ya tonight,” He repeated, more resolute this time, putting our almost-kiss behind you, just like you ought to do. You finally let him go entirely and moved towards the kitchen before Sister Jude would take her bony chicken-like hand and drag you there herself to start making the bread loaves. But you looked over your shoulder one more time, only to see Kit doing the same as he stood at the top of the staircase that went down to Arden’s office. He nodded at you. You nodded back. A pact to look out for one another was forged, and no matter what the relationship between you two might turn into, it was going to stay that way. 

[waratah-moon]

could you do eddie x nerdy!reader with fluff #10 for your birthday drabble-a-thon?

(also happy birthday !!)

10. "You're adorable when you ramble." Thank youuuuu.... awww nerdy!reader is adorable... This really tested my knowledge of punnett squares. 🎂 other bday drabbles 🎂 masterlist / send me a message

"So if the mother has blue eyes and the father has brown eyes, what colour eyes would the child have?"

"Uh," Eddie sucked on the end of his pencil, bouncing his knee beneath the table. "Blue?"

"Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?"

"I've been listening, I'm just not really hearing what you're saying."

"Okay," you sighed, flipping to a new page in your note book and drawing up a table. "So blue eyes are a recessive gene, right? So we'll write that as a lower case b." You wrote a lower case b above each of the top two squares. "That makes brown eyes..." you drifted off, waiting for him to finish your sentence for you.

He scrunched his nose in concentration. "Dominant?"

"Yes!" You cheered, writing a capital B on the left side of the top square. "Let's just say the father also carries the blue eye gene." You wrote a lowercase b on the left side of the bottom square. "So let's put them together. What do we write in the first square?"

"Brown and blue?" Eddie asked.

"Yep, and what about the next square?"

"The same, right? And then the bottom squares are all blue so it's a fifty-fifty chance the kid has blue or brown eyes!"

"Yes, Eddie! You got it," you held out your hand for a hi-five which he eagerly returned.

"Thank you. For helping me. I know I'm a shitty student-"

"You can be a good student when you want to be."

"You're just a really good teacher." He leant back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head. "Did you end up getting into the college you wanted?"

You sighed. College was a sore spot for you, and it was all due to the fact that your parents expectations were sky high. "I got into the college my parents wanted." That had been their dream for you since day one; get your undergraduate degree in biology from MIT and then med school at Duke. They wanted a doctor more than they wanted a daughter.

"You're not excited?" Eddie thought anyone who got into college would be excited, but your flat expression told a different story. "What do you want?"

No one had asked you that. It was never about what you wanted, it was just expected that you would do what your parents told you to do. You didn't even have to think about it before the words came out of your mouth. "I want to study literature."

"Books?" Eddie raised his eyebrows, nodding.

"Not just books. Authors. I want to learn why they wrote what they wrote. And not just the American literature like Steinbeck or Twain that we do in school, but Tolstoy and Dumas. And feminist perspectives like Shelley and Woolf too-" you stopped because he was staring at you. "What?"

"Nothing," he grinned. "It's just you're adorable when you ramble."

Your cheeks suddenly felt hot and the tips of your ears burned. He'd said you were adorable, and he'd said it so casually. You chanced a glance up at him, he was still staring at you, his bottom lip was between his teeth.

You couldn't think of a response, so you looked down quickly and went back to the punnet squares. "That was a monohybrid cross, but if we want to look at a dihybrid cross-"

"Hang on a sec," Eddie put his hand on your notebook to get your attention. "I never told you this, but I actually asked Mr. Loch if you could tutor me. I've uh, kind of had this teensy crush on you for a while."

"You have a crush on me?" Your eyes widened. You were used to being the quiet girl at the front of the class that no one paid attention to. People weren't suppose to have crushes on you... right?

"Well yeah. And it's not teensy, it's more of this big distracting crush thats making it impossible to focus on anything."

"Oh," you felt the blush creep back and your stomach had started doing flips. You'd never thought of Eddie that way, but then again you'd never really spoken to Eddie before you'd started tutoring him last month. He was nice, and handsome, and the way he furrowed his brows when he was concentrating was insanely cute. Okay, maybe you had thought about Eddie that way...

"I know after the test next week you won't need to tutor me anymore, but maybe we could still hang out?"

You nodded a little quicker than you had anticipated. "I mean, we've had a pretty good study session tonight, maybe we could cut it short and get dinner?"

Eddie grinned. "As in a date?"

You nodded, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yeah, as a date."

"Okay, I just have one quick biology question for you before we go," Eddie covered your hand with his, his thumb brushing over your wrist. "What colour eyes would our kids have?"

[raccoonfallsharder]

nemotia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ preview [est feb 29] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 1/?? | wip | word count: pending.

She sits with them and presses the heels of her hands deeper into her eyes, and she tries to imagine the scent of the flowers, the feel of the grass between her fingers and toes. She traces the letters and the tops of the stones, smooth and sharp-edged.  And then, on the back of one bare shoulder, she feels that burn again: hot, scalding. Before she can even look around, the escaped wisps of curls at the nape of her neck suddenly shift. Her head snaps up and she whirls on one hip, nearly falling off the edge of the bed. “Who’s there?” Maybe no-one, she reasons — but if that’s the case, there’s also no-one to mock her for her fear. She knows she looks afraid: eyes big in her face, lips parted. She should hide it. She should. Instead, she holds her breath, and waits, but only the thunder answers in the dark. Then the light shifts on the floor, and she realizes the rain sounds different. She tears her eyes from the dark corners. The window is open. How? She’d traced every edge, looking for a crack or crevice, a lock, a lever — but now it’s open, swinging lightly on its hinges. Fear unfurls in her chest, and it’s so warm that she presses her icy fingers to her sternum automatically. “Who’s there?” she repeats, and her voice trembles. Thunder again, rumbling — but this time, when it fades, another sound remains behind: a chuckle, dark and low. Dark and low, and very, very close. Her head snaps toward the sound, and she catches the flash of something out of the corner of her eye. “Were you watching me earlier?” she asks, and that fear licks out from her sternum to the edges of her ribs, down to her shoulders and hips. “You shouldn’t be here. It isn’t—” It isn’t safe, she had been about to say — but then something grazes between her shoulderblades, like a paintbrush on her skin. Her head whips to follow it and she twists, eyes wide, lungs desperately trying to haul in air like stones up a mountainside. “You can’t — don’t touch me. It’s—” Dangerous. Another flick of the terrifyingly-soft thing again, on the back of her hand this time.  Something is moving around her in the dark. Something is stalking her. What to do? The door is locked. The closet is an open mouth of blackness in one wall, but she can’t barricade a sliding door. The open window had been a nice fantasy and she’s not ruling it out, but her curiosity is at war with her fear and she wants, more than anything, to make sure this creature or person gets out.  She knots her fist in the draping silk, gaze sifting through the shadows. Another flash of something her eyes can’t follow. She rises slowly to her feet, and reaches for the candle, and lifts it high. For a moment, there’s nothing. And then, in the dark shadows at the corner of the room, two perfect points of brilliant red gleam in the darkness: flat glowing coins, clouded with crimson. Twin blood-moons. Eyes.

chapter one [est 2/29] ✩

꧁･:☁︎ ⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂

wyndham’s bride lands on counterearth in time to prepare for her wedding. an unexpected guest arrives. warnings: discussion of non-sexual child abuse and grooming. brief mentions of suicidal ideations. animal/pet death. canon-typical violence.

inspired by mary shelley’s frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs. 

enemies-to-lovers (as per frickin’ usual, only one of these idiots think they’re enemies, and tbh the enemy part is pretty short-lived.) while the beginning of this fic is dark (please check warnings for each chapter), we always get happy endings here. most chapters will contain super-smutty commentary at the very least. this fic is a longform expansion on wyndham; or, the galactic prometheus (day 31) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023.

much like Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ , this fic is pure wish-fulfillment. i'd like a sexy space raccoon to rail me and then let me be stupid-sweet to him.

WARNING for dubcon/hate-sex (at the beginning), mentions of childhood grooming & abuse (no CSA), and brief suicidal ideations. please pay attention to all ao3 warnings/tags for every chapter.

if you’d like to join my fanfiction taglist, please comment or send me a message or ask! ♡

some explicit statements or references ✩ abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎

[dubljarnasims]

Motiejus Zbrowski

Part of the 6th generation of my legacy, Motiejus lost his mother the day after he was born. He grew up especially close to his dad, older sister, and grandfather. No CC included in the download - please see the list and links below.

Parents: Sofija Jasaitis & Bronislaw Zbrowski Sibling(s): Ona Zbrowski Partner(s): Shelley Silver

✨ DOWNLOAD HERE (Google Drive)

Clothing/Accessories:

Glasses - Iko | Glasses no 1

Pants - Kleos Sims | Abaddon demon set pants

Shirt - KK's Creation | Basic set 13 sweatshirt

Shoes - Lazyeyelids | Birkenstock arizona sandals

Hair/Makeup/Skin Details:

Beard - Pralinesims | N43 peter

Body Hair - Luumia | Body hair v5 plus

Clavicle - Sunivaa | Male clavicle

Eyebags - Poyopoyo | Eyebags n3

Eyeliner - ddarkstonee x Obscurus | Lower eyelids

Hair - Simkatu | Kolin

Eyebrows - RemusSirion | Eyebrows n34

Eyelashes - Kijiko | 3D lashes version 2 uncurled

Eyelashes - Kijiko | EA eyelashes remover

Mouth Corners - Miiko | Peachy mouth corners

Defaults:

Skin - Luumia | Vanilla skin default

Eyes - Pralinesims | Oasis v2 default

Presets & Sliders:

Butt - CmarNYC | Enhanced butt slider

Chin - Magic Bot | Default chin slider

Eyebrows - Magic Bot | Default eyebrow slider

Eyebrows - Obscurus | Eyebrow sliders

Eyes - marsosims | Eye size slider

Face - Luumia | Face asymmetry slider

Head - Northern Siberia Winds | Male head shape preset 5

Hips - Luumia | Hip shape slider

Lower Legs - CmarNYC | Enhanced lower leg sliders

Mouth - Magic Bot | Default mouth slider

Mouth - Teanmoon | Mouth scale slider

Neck - Golyhawhaw | Neck width slide

Nose - Magic Bot | Default nose slider

Thighs - CmarNYC | Enhanced thigh sliders

🐌 Many thanks to the CC creators! 🐌

@ddarkstonee @golyhawhaw @iko-sims @kijiko-sims @kleos-sims @lazyeyelids @luumia @magic-bot @marsosims @miikocc @northernsiberiawinds @obscurus-sims @ooobsooo @poyopoyosim @pralinesims @remussirion @simkatu @sunivaa @teanmoon

[envihellbender]

Michael and Gerard Keays, pre and post Distortion ?

Characters: Michael Shelley, Gerard Keay (The Magnus Archives)

Content: Doorkeay (Michael x Gerard), parental abuse reference, distortion Michael

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Pre-Distortion

Gerard awoke a little disorientated at first, he saw white washed walls that weren’t from his flat. It took him a moment to realise he’d stayed the night at Michael’s. He groaned and shuffled around in the bed, or rather the mattress on the floor. He was wearing his Cannibal Corpse t-shirt and his boxer shorts, his skinny, freckly body curled up under the thick, warm duvet to see Michael next to him. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, yawning.

“G’morning, Gerry,” Michael mumbled, he smiled sleepily at Gerard, reached over and ruffled his hair. It felt strange for them to be in bed together, Gerard thought, it was nice… but having the first time he because he had a minor breakdown caused a guilt-filled twisting in his gut like he was overstaying his welcome.

“Morning,” Gerard responded as he curled up a little smaller under the duvet. “I’m… Sorry for just showing up last night.” He spoke quietly, and barely opened his mouth. The springs in the mattress were old and weak, and the lack of a frame mean his joints had begun ache. He’d have to get some pallets, he thought, something to prop it up. He couldn’t help but think about Michael sleeping on this then sitting at a desk for most of the day, he couldn’t have that.

“Don’t be sorry! Much rather you came to me rather than just… suffered,” Michael said. He stroked Gerard’s over-dyed black hair and pushed it behind his ear. He went to kiss Gerard’s forehead, but instead he met his lips when Gerard looked up and surprised him.

“I didn’t know where else to go, don’t really know anyone else. Definitely don’t know anyone else who’d… get it,” Gerard mumbled. He shuffled over in the bed and rested his head on Michael’s chest, smiling contentedly as he felt a too long arm wrapping around his shoulders.

“Do you wanna talk about it more?”

“Not much else to say. Came home. Found my flat had been broken into. Had a flashback. Had a panic attack. Came here,” Gerard reiterated awkwardly before burying his face into Michael’s chest and breathing in the smell of his sweat.

“Do you know who it was?” Michael was always so eager to help, and it always baffled Gerard.

“Huh?”

“Who broke in?”

“Oh! Dunno.” Gerard yawned and rubbed his eyes. He paused as he buried his face in Michael’s chest, trying to hide his awkward embarrassment. “Didn’t stick around to check. Couldn’t bring myself to go in. I mean. For one thing my bat was in the inside.”

“Well. Hopefully-” Michael bit his lip thoughtfully as he paused. “We’ll check it out. Together. With a bat. Whoever it is will be gone by now.”

“Maybe,” Gerard began pulling on his hair ask he stared off onto space distantly. “I just… what if it’s my mum? What if she comes back?”

“Then… maybe, I guess-” Michael paused thoughtfully. “We can go over, pack a bag, and come back here.”

“Yeah?” Gerard swallowed around a lump in his throat.

“Yeah. Your mum won’t find us here, Gerry. Promise.” Michael kissed Gerard’s forehead, wrapping both arms around his shoulders and giving him a long, loving squeeze. “If she does then we’ll just have to find somewhere else.”

“We?”

“Mhm. We.”

Post-Distortion

Gerard knew it was happening, sort of. He’d been prepared and was fully aware there was nothing he could do. Michael was changing, no one knew when he’d be back, and after the fact he might not even be Michael any more. The quiet flat him and Michael shared felt all encompassing, smothering, and empty. Every single corner reminded him no one was there, he had Cannibal Corpse blasting from the battered iPod touch on the docking station to try and cleanse the place. To try and trick his brain. If there was sound he wasn’t alone. He shook his hands as he walked, shaking them up and down and moving his fingers to the music as if he was playing guitar. He felt the change instantly, it was of the entire space had morphed around a new being.

Gerard stopped where he was pacing, facing the large The Dillinger Escape Plan poster on the wall, he tried not to look at Michael’s many, beautiful drawings. They hurt his chest now. He slowly turned round, and he looked directly at Michael. It was definitely him, they all said that Michael would be dead now but Gerard knew that wasn’t entirely true. In front of him was a Distortion wearing Michael’s face and behind his black pools for eyes he could feel the original Michael twisted up inside of him. It was like they had merged together. He didn’t know if it was a result of his mother’s experiments that he knew that or if it was something else entirely… He just knew. Michael had grown a couple of inches, his fingers lengthened and his hair was wilder, curlier, like literal spirals. As he stood he flickered in and out of existence, like a television losing its signal and showing grey static and different bars of colours.

“GerArd, yOu are Here,” Michael said finally breaking the silence, his voice pained and elongated. The emphasis of each syllable strange and the pitch and tone had so far made the humans he had interacted wince. Sasha had seen him and spun on her heel and walked away, after flinching and grabbing her head. Gerard on the other hand just looked and stared, his green eyes widened and watering slightly as he stood up as straight as he could and try to make his arms stay still. Michael could tell he was shaking even though he was repressing it. Michael could see the slight distortions in the air around them, the molecules were preparing to move around Gerard’s hand until they didn’t.

“Michael,” Gerard said quietly. “It is still Michael, right?”

“It Is MichAel SheLLY and Me.” Michael sounded a little bewildered as he spoke, as if the question confused him. “wE are One Being Now. He is mE and I Am HiM.”

“So… Michael Shelley is still there.” Gerard’s green eyes widened hopefully. Michael tilted his head, his neck bending a little too far.

“In A SenSe.”

“Could I speak to him?”

“I suPposE,” Michael mumbled. He took a deep breath as a pained expression crossed his face, his image distorted and flashed in and out of existence similar to television static. He crackled and displayed multicolour bars, until he slowly became more human and settled in it. Gerard let out an audible sigh and a sad smile as he saw his Michael in front of him. Without think he jumped forward, wrapping his arms around Michael’s waist and buried his face into his shoulder.

“Michael!” He gasped. Warmth and care filled Michael’s body. The Distortion has become baffled and curious by this, Michael holds Gerard gently, burying his face into his collar bone, feeling delighted by his long lanky body engulfing Gerard completely. “Are you… are you okay?”

“I’m … I’m me,” Michael Shelley said, his voice mode even and stable. “I’m…It hurts. Transforming. Shifting. But. My old body hurt too. My old brain hurt more than my current one. Michael- the other Michael, picks up the slack. I guess.”

“You don’t have to stay like this, you can- I don’t- not if it hurts you-”

“Wait. Boyfriend. Do you… You still want me?”

“I’m not going anywhere, not when you’re still here,” Gerard said, his lashes were wet with tears and his cheeks were sore red… it was obvious seeing Michael this way hurt. But at least he was free now. Gerard buried his face into Michael’s chest. “Come on. I don’t mind, I just want you not to hurt anymore.” Michael let out a relieved sigh and let his body return to normal, his arms lengthened and his hands become elongated and had too many joints. As he relaxed, Michael wrapped his too long arms and hands around Gerard, when he buried his face in the chest that felt both cold and warm, that felt like a gentle massaging static against his cheeks, it didn’t hurt. For anyone else it would. In fact, it felt just like before.

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Hours of Idleness

Lord Byron x Reader 

I said, I did. Even if I still have to watch the movie. 

When Mary had invited her to join her  and some friends during their stay at Lord Byron's place, Y/N had hesitated.

The man had a certain reputation. There were a lot of rumours about what was going on in his mansion.

At the same time, Y/N didn't often get the chance to visit a Lord's mansion, or spend time with her dear friend Mary. Even though she didn't approve of all her life choices, like seeing a married man, she liked her very much, she liked their conversations.

Y/N was also very fond of the works of Lord Byron. So it seemed obvious to think that spending a few days at his house would be at least interesting, if it wasn't too outrageous.

As soon as she arrived, she wondered if she had made the right decision.

Lord Byron came towards them with a furious air, before kissing Mr Shelley.

On the mouth.

He did the same with Mary and Claire, before turning to Y/N.

           "Another lovely lady who doesn't smile. I'm going to have to get that sunshine out of that sweet face."

           "Nice to meet you, Lord Byron." she said, keeping a neutral face, as she had been taught.

           "Oh, my dear. The pleasure is all mine."

Although it was the first time they had met, he also kissed her, quickly, as if that was perfectly normal, before inviting them inside.

There might still be time to get back in the carriage and go home.

But Y/N was curious. Also fascinated by the places, the atmosphere, the stories. And the man.

Even though he was as eccentric as the rumours claimed, the kiss was the only insane thing he did in her presence. The rest of the time, probably drinking a little too much and speaking far too frankly, he talked about poetry, beauty, freedom and love.

His eyes sparkled when he recited verses, his laughter echoed throughout the room, and he sometimes turned to Y/N with a huge smile.

The fact that she still wasn't smiling seemed to bother him as much as amuse him. He spent several hours trying to break through what he called her shell.

What he didn't seem to understand was that the more time she spent with him, the more Y/N really found him charming, and that scared her very much, because the man wasn't someone serious or constant.

In her humble opinion, despite his grand speeches, he knew nothing about love. About freedom, yes, as he claimed so well, displaying a remarkable open-mindedness, being infatuated with men as much as women, seeing them as equals, not paying attention to their social rank, their skin, their body. He spent entire nights with one or more lovers, nights full of desire and passion.

But that wasn't love.

For Y/N, love was pure, and deep, and far too complex to attach to more than one object at the same time. She respected that he didn't want to get married, and that he wanted to have fun, but she couldn't stand him repeating that he was writing about love.

Probably the fact that she hadn't succeeded in not loving him didn't help her annoyance.

She dared to tell him during one of his parties, when he was talking about writing a sonnet for a man he had only seen once, whose name he did not even know, but who had capsized his heart.

           "What are you saying, beautiful lady with the invisible smile ?" he asked, chuckling.

           "I'm saying you don't know anything about love."

           "And you do ? A little bird told me that you don't have much experience in this field."

           "Your little bird is knowledgeable, but we're not talking about the same thing. I don't need to share a bed to know love."

           "My dear, what audacity."

           "As always, you do not listen. I have loved and I love with an ardent love. An eternal love, stronger than anything you have ever experienced, because I see beings as they are, and I can no longer be without them. Their absence is torture, finding them is a joy. To see them happy is all I wish in the world, even if it is not with me. You love bodies, and ideas, and feelings, but you don't get to the bottom of things, ever. You claim that you do, but the surface is enough for you. You're afraid of the abyss, or you're not even aware of their existence."

Lord Byron did not answer. Even though he tried to hide it, her speech had visibly upset him and Y/N went to bed wondering if she had forever ruined her chances of being close to him.

But that didn't really matter, since she would never have been anything more than a new lover, a little passion before the next ones.

Unable to sleep, she went to the library in the middle of the night. As she had found a story you never read and was walking back to her room, holding a candle in one hand and the book in the other, she heard a noise coming from the bottom of the stairs.

Turning and looking down, she then saw Lord Byron. He looked at her strangely, as if she were a ghost. No doubt he hadn't expected to find her here at this hour, in her dressing gown.

To prevent the situation from becoming awkward, she decided to pretend he wasn't there and continued on her way, returning to her bed.

The following days, the guests were all surprised by the absence of their host, who apologized saying that he was indisposed and that he had to be left alone, asking them to have fun without him and not to worry.

When he finally returned, it was to announce that he had just written several poems and stories that he hastened to share with them.

           "My friend." said Mr. Shelley after finishing his reading. "If I didn't know you well, I would dare to say that you are in love."

           "So you don't know me so well, because not only am I, but I have met Love, the real one, with a capital L, Love incarnated."

           "What do you mean  ?" wondered Claire.

           "I was wandering among dead stars, lost in this cold world, when suddenly a light caught my attention. I looked up, and there she was, her eyes piercing me, watching my soul and stealing my heart. Her white dress, slightly transparent under the effect of the moon, her face lit by a pale candle, enveloped by her undone hair, and a book resting on her heart. How not to love her ? All that was missing was a smile, a sweet smile, that she refused me again, because she knew that I did not deserve it, because before that night I had pretended to know her. I saw her now, and I had to write, inspired by so much beauty and perfection, which prevented her from falling asleep until I have created a work worthy of her."

Nobody dared to comment on what he had just said, everyone understanding who he was talking about, preferring not to stare at Y/N to not embarrassed her. Lord Byron didn't seem to share this thought, uttering a cry of joy and throwing his arms in the sky when he saw her, hidden in a corner of the room.

           "Here she us ! Love !" he said, coming to kneel in front of her. "Oh, I'm not asking you for anything Madam, not even a smile. I won't even dare to touch you, but let me write on your behalf and lay poems on your altar."

           "I can't tell if you've lost your mind or having a laugh."

           "Never !" he said touching her thigh, already forgetting his promise not to touch her. "I love you."

           "Do you at least remember my name ?"

           "But what is a name ? Shakespeare has proven it, it has nothing to do with love. I read your eyes, I perceived your outlines and now I see you."

           "Shakespeare wrote about two children who wanted to escape a cruel reality, and who couldn't stop until it was too late. I beg you to be smarter than them."

Lord Byron did not listen to her plea, continuing to write, dedicating all his works to his beloved Y/N for long months, long after she had left his home. He also wrote her many letters, which she tried to ignore and to which she only replied out of politeness, trying to forget what she had felt for this man, and maybe was still feeling.

It helped her to repeat to herself that he didn't mean what he was saying. He was driven by a new madness, a fad. That she didn't give in to him easily was supposed to keep the flame going, but he would grow weary whether she fell into his arms or not.

The difference was that if she fell, she would regret it all her life, whereas if she resisted, her honour as well as her heart would be safe.

He visited her one day, without being invited of course, nor having asked for an invitation.

           "I missed you, my sweet unsmiling muse. I needed to see you, and talk to you. I want you to know that it's fine if you never love me. It drives me to despair, but I can understand that a being like me cannot arouse such feelings in you."

Maybe she could, or should, have used this moment to silence his so-called love forever, and set them both free. But poor Lord Byron looked so sad, so tired, that she couldn't hold her tongue.

           "I never said that I didn't love you."

           "What are you saying ? I dare not believe what I'm hearing. Please, don't play me."

           "I would never do such a thing. I said that you don't know anything about love, and I can say that's the truth. I know you, I've read all your writings, I've watched you, I know your humour, your kindness, your intelligence, failings, doubts, fears, your hands which tremble when you drink too much and touch a lover's skin, in order to forget that you are only a boy in a world too big for him, full of unanswered questions, which pushes him towards the void and of which he tries to fill with his fantasies. Your last writings... I think you sincerely believe that you love me. But it's not serious. You'll get tired, as always, and soon you'll be writing poems for someone else. You love what I represent in your mind, while I love you, even if you're a idiot."

The Lord swore she was wrong, that he would love her forever and never write for anyone else again.

Despite his tears and his beautiful phrases, Y/N still refused to believe him, asking him to leave her house and getting up to retire to her room.

           "Marry me !" he said then, throwing himself at her feet.

           "Do you really think marriage is a good thing for love ?"

           "Honestly ? I think it doesn't really matter, if the love is true. And I truly love you. Even if you don't marry me, I will love you. Even if we were apart, I will love you. Even if you marry someone else, I will love you. Even if I slept with the whole world, I will love you. Even in the grave, I will love you. My heart is yours. With marriage, everyone would know that, as they would know that you are mine. And if I were to die, you would be safe from any needs."

           "Possessiveness and money. So romantic."

           "But I don't care about any of that ! I know you don't either. I love you and I will love you forever, don't you understand ? I can still see you, during that night, beautiful, and I can't think of anything else. Yes, I had lovers in the past, to whom I spoke of love, but I was blind. I like danger, yes. I like difficulty, and challenge. I like also not to hurt others, and I will never force anyone to share my bed. I have always mourned the death of my feelings. But you ! I know that I will love you until the end, no matter what."

           "I can see you mean every word." she said, kissing him on the forehead, before leaning into his lips, returning the kiss he had given her when they first met. Because even if he was not constant, Lord Byron was not a liar.

           "Will you marry me ? Do you really love me ?"

In response, Y/N smiled at him. He then made a strange face, stopping to breathe for a moment, getting up by putting a hand on his heart, as if he was going to feel faint.

           "What is it again ?" she sighed, still smiling, accustomed to his eccentricities.

           "I didn't think it was possible. I didn't think I could love you more. But what a glorious sight. What radiant majesty. I've imagined that smile for so long and nothing compares to it. You've robbed me of this wonder all this time, I am hurt by it my dear. Oh, give me that smile again, please."

This made her laugh, and with teary eyes, half joking, the Lord continued his speech, declaring that her laughter was the most melodious sound in the world, which he had never had the chance to hear before, and that he had to take leave immediately to write an ode to this new music.

           "You are insane." laughed Y/N.

           "Insane for you, no doubt, Lady Byron."

           "Not yet."

           "In my heart, for a very long time, and forever."

And as he walked away after kissing her finger where her wedding ring would soon be, Y/N looked at him, unable to stop smiling.