#tried to grab as much as i could whew

[hollowfaith]

aurelius favorability ratings

did this for the lols. charts beneath the cut.

forgot 21-30 which is “mild annoyance” approximately

[pearlfeline]

homesick

peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 2k

tw: none

a/n: i used to write for hp and i tried to start anew with this blog but it failed lol. (might still write for hp if i feel like it) but i luv peter and wanted to write for him so bad. i kinda didn't know how to end this but i thought it was fun to write anyway. thanks for reading.

"What can I getcha?" You attempted a decent smile, though Peter could tell you were tired. He knew tired. He IS tired.

Peter, blinking that thought away, snaps back into reality. He is in a small diner, and he took too long deciding outside the door if he wanted to go inside, so to avoid looking stupid he shuffled inside and sat down.

"Banana wheat cake... Is it any good?" He lets out a dry chuckle.

You press your lips into a thin line. "I know I work here but..." You bit your bottom lip, tucking your pen behind your ear. You drew closer to Peter so he could hear you. "It sucks. Get the breakfast combo." You winked, tracing a circle around the menu item. Peter unintentionally takes in a whiff of your perfume, giving him a hard time remembering what you just recommended.

"It comes with a free coffee." You flip open your notepad again, and as you grab the pen from behind your ear, a piece of hair falls to your face.

"I-I'll get that then." Peter closes the menu handing it back to you.

"Great. Bacon or sausage?"

Peter catches a lump in his throat. Almost as if words were filling to the brim and he couldn't say a word.

"Bacon." He smiles but keeps his gaze on his hands. They were almost uncontrollably fiddling with each other.

"Got it. I'll be right back with that."

Peter watches as you quickly let go of your charm to catch up with refills of coffee. You worked hard every day just to make rent but you never complained. Peter was never a customer until today, yet he could tell so much about you. His eyes couldn't help but follow you wherever you went.

His eyes followed you around the counter, grabbing a tray and putting his food on it. You were trying to keep him from waiting any longer and picked up the pace approaching his booth.

“Oh!” You slip, losing grip of the tray holding Peter’s breakfast.

Before you could react to the impact of the floor, you were pulled up. You opened your eyes and find Peter’s arm over your waist, successfully maneuvering the tray to grab everything that flew.

“Great reflexes.” You looked up at him with bewilderment.

“Thanks.” He shyly loosened his grip on your waist. You pull down and flatten your apron. “Whew. That was incredibly lame of me but surprisingly cool for you.” You let out a chuckle, making sure nothing was ruined on his plate.

“Why surprising?” He replied. “Do I look like a loser?” He suppressed a small smile.

“No you just look more… smart cool and maybe a possible ninja? I don’t know what else to call what you just did.”

Peter lets his smile crack a little, taking a sip of his previously airborne coffee.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re not lacking physically because you’re a book smart type of guy.” You give him a quick once over cheekily.

Before Peter can panic and come up with a mess of a response, a disgruntled old man cuts the moment short. “Coffee! Hello?” He slams his mug on the table.

“Duty calls.” You gave him a small wave, quickly making your way to the opposite side of the diner.

Peter spent the remainder of his time quietly finishing his breakfast, stealing quick glances at you.

Watching you smile even though you’re probably overwhelmed and exhausted. The hardest part was deciding when to leave. He had to go eventually to avoid being a creep. He had finished his food ten minutes ago. Before he leaves, he folds a $20 dollar bill into an origami heart, leaving it on the table.

The next morning, Peter walked a little faster, posture a little straighter, and smiled a little more.

Peter wanted to see you again. He knew not to tell you about the past, but what would be so wrong just talking to you? He attempts a nonchalant glance through the windows, making sure you were inside before walking in himself.

Peter gives you a shy head nod, making his way to sit at the counter instead of a booth.

"There's the generous tipper from yesterday. Hi, I'll be right with you." You got up from speaking to your coworker and greeted Peter.

"Was my service that good?" You flip open your notepad.

"The best." Peter pretends to study your name tag. "...Y/N."

"Well, thanks..?" You tilted your head slightly.

"Peter."

"Ah, Thank you, Peter."

"I won't be her for long, I just wanted a coffee."

"And you came here?" You snickered. You only half meant that statement. You didn't know why, but seeing him a second time was making your dreary work day go by easier.

"Yeah, in case you decided to fall again today."

You gasp, being dramatically 'offended'. "I'll let that comment slide... Since you gave me that nice tip. Even though I was struggling to unravel it for a while in my car." You grab a pot of coffee, pouring it into a cup that says 'print design here'.

"Thanks." Peter chuckles.

"No sugar?" You asked.

Peter's gaze slowly reached yours. "How did you know?"

"Know what?" You raise an eyebrow innocently. "Nobody here drinks black coffee unless they're over fifty or a pretentious student. Oh, were you afraid to ask this whole time? Hold on." You reach and dig into the pocket of your apron.

"N-no, it's fine. I don't really drink sweet coffee anymore." Peter's face falls in defeat. Of course, you wouldn't remember his order. Peter had to remind himself that he was a customer and a customer only to you.

"So, you're a pretentious student huh? No wonder I got a big tip. Let me guess you're studying tech?"

Peter shakes his head. "Biochemistry. Though, I do have somewhat of a tech background. I-" Peter almost rambles on but catches himself. "I'm poor. Not really enough money to be pretentious." He sinks into his seat, taking a sip to cover his face.

"Dude, do you know how tipping works? You can't be poor and tip me $20 after a breakfast combo from a dingy part of the city."

"You work hard." Peter scratches his neck. "...At least from what I've seen." He sighs.

"Are you actually poor?" You start wiping down the counter to keep your boss off your back for being unproductive.

Peter sheepishly avoids your eyes.

"...I'm poor too." You smiled. "If that wasn't painfully obvious by how I look."

"No. Not at all." Peter took this opportunity to take in your appearance. You looked exactly the same. Even though it had taken months for him to face you again. It's like your eyes were waiting right where he saw them last, inviting you in.

Unknowingly, you take his one-sided reunion with you as innocent flirting.

"I get off at 5." You blurted out. Why were you so inherently flirty all of a sudden?

Peter straightens his posture as if that would help him hear you properly. He blankly stares at you as you do the same for a response.

“…Are you free..? Or interested?” You throw the towel over your shoulder.

“YE-yes. Yeah. I have no classes today I can come get you of course but I don’t have a car I just walked here but not from far.” He rambles.

You visibly relax your composure as that alone was enough evidence that Peter was just a nerd without the rich snob part. Though he kept the physique of someone who would visit his rich dad’s personal gym.

“Here's my number. I’ll get you an actual good meal.” You shyly look down at your feet, ignoring your ugly, work-approved kitchen shoes.

“Deal.” He pays for his burnt diner coffee, and leaves an appropriate tip this time.

You sneak in one last wave before he disappears around the street corner.

This shift couldn’t have gone any slower for you. The wait from 4:00 to 5:00 was the most excruciating pain of consecutive boringness.

When it was time to clock out, you rushed out the back, shoving your work shoes into your book bag and trying to fix your disheveled hair that had been put up by a pencil this entire time.

You rushed to the front of the diner while putting on your wrinkled sweater to mask the smell of butter off you at least a little.

You waited. And waited. And waited some more. 5:15. Why was he late? Did you scare him off? Is he never coming back to the diner? Was that big tip an accident? Maybe he took out the wrong bill and played along today just to avoid being awkward.

“Shiiit.” You groaned. You looked around the intersection. “Maybe he’s rushing towards me?” You thought. “He’s gonna come around any second and say sorry frantically like the nerd he is.”

He didn’t. He never showed. You waited for an hour more and just decided to walk home.

As you were walking along the dark and wet sidewalk, you were internally thanking yourself for bringing that sweater, but cursing because you wanted to take the scenic route and walk to work today.

“Hi miss.” A voice called from behind you.

You turned around to see Spider-man.

“Oh wow, hi?” You’ve never seen him this close before. The rainy afternoon gave his suit an exaggerated glimmer and despite his bug eyes, he didn't seem scary while approaching you.

“Why would a pretty lady like yourself be walking alone?” He starts walking beside you holding out an arm for you.

“Well, I was supposed to leave work an hour ago.. Something came up.” You take his arm cautiously. “I usually walk home anyway, nothing different today.”

Peter feels a lump growing in his throat. Even when he ditched you, you don’t insult him.

“Except… it’s an hour later. That means it’s an hour’s more worth of danger out here.” He jokes.

You nod, not really the response he was expecting. Spider-man was not getting the same treatment as Peter.

“Something wrong?” He felt wrong asking immediately. Yes something’s wrong. He was wrong.

“I just.. I’ve been feeling empty almost. Recently it’s like… It’s like I’m missing something. Not completely empty, but enough absence to feel hopeless. I had a date today and he didn’t show.” You almost continue until you looked up to realize you were talking to a bug man.

“Sorry. It’s dumb. I don’t expect you to understand or help.” You chuckled dryly.

Peter wanted to tell you everything so badly. He was already pushing it by seeing you again. Giving you a second taste of danger. But he burned for you. Maybe the first time was a sign. This was a new opportunity to keep you safe and he blew it. He crawled back to you desperately just for a glimpse of you. To see that you were okay. Now he’s knees deep in a new relationship with you and you didn’t even know.

“It’s not dumb.” He quietly answered. Peter on his way to get you, was leaving his apartment when he saw someone being robbed. “Maybe he ran late?”

You scoffed. “For an hour? More like he forgot.”

Peter knew convincing you to forgive him was bad. He knew doing the opposite was for the best. To tell you to forget Peter. But he couldn’t. He had you right here. Like he used to.

“Things happen.” He shrugged. “What if he got robbed?”

“Wouldn’t you have helped him?” You replied, unimpressed.

“Oh. Well I did help a really handsome dude and he got robbed. Was he like an attractive guy or..?”

“He’s cute." You admitted.

Peter blushes under his mask. Though you had said more affectionate things to him before, apparently he still gets giddy.

"Well, I'm sure he didn't forget someone as pretty as you."

You let out a scoff. "Did you drop down next to me to take me home safely or be stupid?"

Under the mask, Peter had a huge grin. He was proud of you. Still the same in how you always know how to avoid trouble. He rarely ever had to save you. You were too smart. No stranger was safe from you, not even Spider-man.

"Sorry." He says cheekily.

You both eventually reach your apartment though Peter had to act oblivious that this was your home.

"This is me. Thanks Spider-man." You tug on a zipper from your bag, reaching for something in the bottom. Gummy worms

"I don't know if you take payments but uh, I was going to share these with my date. It's my lunch I forgot about. Don't judge."

Peter feels a pang of guilt hit his chest. "Th-thanks... you really don't have to." He slowly takes the bag.

"It's okay really."

Peter sighed. "Look, if that guy is actually stupid enough to ghost you, just call me."

"How do I call you?"

"Like this; SPIDER-MAN SPIDER-MAN AGHHH THAT IDIOT NEVER CALLED ME BACK!" Peter ran around in a circle mocking a girl's voice.

"And you'd help me from wherever you are?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I have pretty good hearing." Peter comically dusts off his shoulder.

"Alright man, no excuses. Even if you're fighting off a giant monster or something you have to help me."

"Something tells me I won't need to. Y'know? One of my powers is basically a gut feeling that's always right." Peter puffs up his chest proudly.

You let out an amused exhale. "You're a nerd. See ya." You went inside, waving without looking behind you.

"See ya." Peter says quietly. As soon as he saw you disappear around the corner, he zipped to the top of a random building.

"hey y/n, so so so so so so sodsdo sorry for ditching you. PLS FORGIVW ME!!! had family emergency. wanna meet tmrw???" Peter mumbled along as he typed, two gummy worms stored in the side of his cheek.

"I sound so lameee haha." Peter thought. He goes to delete but presses send.

"Man."

[steveseddie]

pity hand-hold

for @steddie-week day two “hands”

rated: t | cw: none | wc: 1,7k | tags: post vol. 4, pre-relationship, hand holding, steve is curious and eddie is happy to help

click here to read on ao3

Steve doesn’t know for how long he’s been staring at Eddie’s hands as he paints his nails. But it’s enough that by the time Eddie is already applying the second coat, Steve is still on the first page of the comic book he picked to pass the time. 

The problem isn’t the comic book- it’s not particularly boring or anything like that. It’s just that watching Eddie is more entertaining. From his focused expression, mostly obscured by his hair falling like a curtain over his face, to the delicate movements of his hands as he moves the small brush over his nails. 

He’s painting them black like usual, but it’s the first time Steve is there to watch him do it. He didn’t know Eddie was such a perfectionist- working slowly and carefully so he doesn’t get nail polish on his hands. And he didn’t think Eddie could keep his fingers still long enough to not smudge the freshly painted nails. 

Eddie rarely sits still for long, and if he does, he’s always moving his hands- wringing his fingers together, playing with his rings, picking on his chipped nail polish. 

Not that Steve spends a lot of time paying attention to Eddie’s hands- just a normal amount. They’re nice hands, that’s all, and right now Steve is taking advantage of how still they are to study them closely.

Eddie’s fingers are long and thin and Steve spends some time trying to figure out if they’re bigger than his. He knows Eddie’s hands wouldn’t be soft like all the girls’ hands he’s held over the years- they’d be calloused from playing his guitar and from occasionally helping Wayne work on his truck. They’re also scarred- a demobat bit a chunk of his left hand and the skin didn’t heal properly, there’s also a long, thin scar across his palm from when he cut himself while trying to open a can using a knife (“Can openers are a thing, you know?” Steve told him in a bitchy tone the day he told him about that one.)

Steve finds himself wondering what it would feel like to hold them- Eddie’s hands or just a guy’s hand. He wonders how different it would be from holding Nancy’s hand or Heather’s or Kelly’s. Steve’s fingers itch to reach out and grab Eddie’s- find out if he likes rough hands as much as softer ones, if he likes long fingers as much as smaller ones, if he likes short chipped nails as much as long perfectly manicured ones. 

It’s not the first time he’s thought about it. It’s not even the first time he’s thought about it while staring at Eddie’s hands, but unlike those other times, Steve actually brings it up.

“Have you ever held hands with a guy?” He asks, breaking the silence they’ve been sitting in for a while. 

His voice startles Eddie, who jumps and knocks over the nail polish bottle. Steve quickly gets it upright again before it can spill over the sheets.

“Whew! Thanks,” Eddie chuckles. Steve holds the bottle still so he can stick the brush inside, already done with the second coat. “Have I what now?” He asks, bringing his fingers close to his mouth to blow on them. 

Steve blinks his eyes away from Eddie’s pursed lips after a few seconds to repeat himself. “Have you ever held hands with a guy?” 

Eddie’s hand freezes. He blinks at Steve, his cheeks going pink. “Uh, no,” he mumbles. 

“Never?” 

“Nope,” Eddie says, biting his lip. 

“Why not?” Steve asks, genuinely confused. Eddie has very nice hands- it doesn’t make any sense that no guy has ever wanted to hold them.

Eddie snorts out a startled sort of chuckle, eyebrows raised in amusement as he resumes blowing on his nails. “Well, for starters, most guys in this town would punch me in the face if I tried.”

Oh. “Right,” Steve agrees. That does make sense even if it sucks. “What about girls?”

Eddie screws up his lips, eyes narrowed as he thinks. “Maybe when I was a kid? Before everyone thought I was Satan’s spawn, but not recently.”

“Hm.”

“Why?” He asks, making grabby hands at the nail polish bottle so he can apply a final coat. Steve uncaps it and holds it still for him. 

He shrugs. “Just that I’ve been wondering what it’s like to hold a guy’s hand,” he says and watches as Eddie’s hand twitches and the brush misses his nail, leaving a black stain on his sheets instead. 

“Shit,” Eddie mutters, grabbing a cotton ball and some nail polish remover to try and clean it up. “You- uh, you want to hold a guy’s hand?” He asks, keeping his eyes down, not meeting Steve’s.

“I don’t know, maybe. I want to know how different it is from holding a girl’s hand. I’ve held plenty of girls’ hands but not a guy’s.”

Eddie gives up on the stain, tossing the cotton ball away and picking the brush back up. “Uh, well, I don’t think I can answer that for you. Sorry, man.”

“No,” Steve agrees, but then he perks up with an idea. “But you can let me hold your hand.”

Eddie squeaks, his hand slipping again and leaving a bigger stain this time. “Motherfucker!”

“Dude,” Steve chuckles softly, shaking his head at Eddie’s clumsiness. 

He decides two coats of nail polish is enough and screws the cap back on the bottle. Then he narrows his eyes at Steve. “You want me to hold your hand?”

Steve nods, his eyes darting down to where said hands have started fiddling with his rings. Steve has held hands with girls who wore rings, but they were all small and dainty. Eddie’s rings are big with skulls and devils and horns. Steve wants to know how they would feel against his fingers. Cold probably. “Uh-huh.” 

“For how long?” Eddie asks, narrowing his eyes further. 

Steve snorts. “What? Are you afraid I’ll give you something?”

Eddie’s lips twitch into a smirk. “Maybe. You did say you’ve held a lot of girl’s hands. Who knows what they gave you.”

“I think you’re safe, man. The last time I held a girl’s hand was-” He trails off, trying to remember when that was, and when he does, he gasps. “Right before Spring Break actually.” Right before he met Eddie and they were thrown into yet another interdimensional crisis. 

“Damn, Harrington, you’ve been striking out lately,” Eddie sniggers.

Steve makes a non-committal sound. Truth is he hasn’t been trying hard enough to consider it striking out. He’s been busy- saving Hawkins at first, then taking care of Eddie as he recovered, and then hanging out with Eddie as they grew closer. Among other things, of course.

“Is that enough to make you hold my hand out of pity?” 

Eddie chuckles. He shifts closer to Steve on the bed, careful to avoid the nail polish stain, until they’re sitting next to each other, their backs against the headboard. 

“Sure, Stevie, I’ll give you a pity hand-hold,” he says, waggling his eyebrows. 

Steve feels heat climb up the back of his neck. “How do you make that sound dirty?”

“It’s a gift!” He says with a smirk. Then he holds out his left hand with his palm up on the bed between the two of them. “There. Go nuts, big boy.”

Steve gives a fond shake of his head before he looks down at Eddie’s hand. Knowing he’s about to hold it, he feels nervous all of a sudden, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. 

He subtly takes a deep breath and places his hand on top of Eddie’s, palm to palm. The touch sends blood rushing through his ears, but he thinks he hears Eddie inhale sharply at the same time. 

For a few seconds, he just rests his hand there. Then he finally intertwines their fingers together and just like that he’s doing it. He’s holding hands with a guy. With Eddie. 

Right away he realizes that it’s different in all the ways he thought it would be. Eddie’s hand is bigger than any other hand Steve has ever held, his fingers are longer than Steve’s but thinner. The callouses on his fingertips are rough against the back of Steve’s hand. He can feel the scar on Eddie’s palm against his own and the one left behind by the demobats under his thumb. 

But it’s different in other ways too- mostly in how it makes Steve feel. Eddie’s hand being as big as Steve’s makes something hot burn low in his stomach. His fingers being so long makes Steve wonder what they would feel like somewhere else. Eddie’s calloused thumb rubbing over Steve’s knuckles makes his cheek flare bright red.

“So?” Eddie asks and Steve jumps a little as it snaps him out of his thoughts. 

“What?”

Eddie holds their hands up with an amused expression. Steve’s eyes zero in on them just as one of Eddie’s metal rings catches the light filtering through the window. He thought they would feel cold against his skin, but Eddie’s hands kept them warm. They feel nice against Steve’s fingers, he bets they would feel nice somewhere else too, around his throat maybe-

“What’s the verdict?” Eddie asks, and Steve has to shake his head to stop that train of thought. “Is it different than holding a girl’s hand?”

“Yup. Yeah. It sure is.” He never thought about Nancy’s tiny hands wrapping around his throat, that’s for sure. So, yeah. Different. 

“Bad different?”

“Nope.”

“Huh, so you like it- holding hands with guys?” Eddie asks, and there’s something off with his voice that Steve can’t quite pinpoint. 

“I do,” Steve says because he does. He likes this. He just doesn’t know if- “Or maybe I just like holding hands with you.”

Nervous laughter tumbles from Eddie’s lips. “Ha! Well, I’m happy I helped,” he gestures vaguely with his other hand, “satisfy your curiosity or whatever.”

Except Steve’s curiosity isn’t satisfied yet- he answered one question, but he’s still left with many more. There are other things he’s done with girls that he doesn’t know if he’d like to do with guys. Or with Eddie at least. 

Steve feels Eddie trying to free his hand from and he tightens his grip. 

“Steve?” Eddie asks, big brown eyes blinking owlishly at him. 

Steve’s eyes drop to his lips. His pink, slightly chapped lips. Much like with holding hands, Steve finds himself wondering if it would be different to kiss a guy. To kiss Eddie. 

For the second time that day, he perks up with an idea. “Hey Eds?” He says, his eyes finding Eddie’s again. He gives him a cat-like grin. “Have you ever made out with a guy?”

[lordprettyflackotara]

Hitchhiker || Chapter Nineteen || The Proxies

tw: depression, gore descriptions, WHEW smut 18+ minors dni, foursome, gangbang, poundtown, breeding, double penetration (triple if you consider suckin dick in that equation)

a/n: the next chapter will take a lot of time to come out. i plan on releasing it along with the canon ending and an alternative ending at the same time so you guys can choose. i promise i am locked in but that will be a lengthy ass project for me. anyways, enjoy this smutty ass shit!

<— previous chapter

“Nova!”

The scream left your lips before you could process it, your jaw dropping so low it could hit the floor. Your voice echoed through out your apartment, your eyes glued to the gruesome sight before you.

You had never seen anything like it. Her body, still completely intact, hung limp from the noose. Her face however was a completely different story. You felt Toby grab you from behind, your body too paralyzed to process the stream of endless tears that strolled down your cheeks. “D-don’t look,” Toby ushered. He tried to pull you out of the apartment, your sorrow holding you in place. You couldn’t look away from the gruesome sight, your eyes glued on what used to be your best friends face.

Her face appeared to be smashed in, as if someone stomped on it until it cracked and then kept going. Her skull was hardly identifiable, her brain a pile of bloody mush that threatened to fall out of the remnants of her head. You felt your stomach churn, Toby holding you back from flinging yourself towards your best friend’s corpse. You’d recognize her bouncy curls from a mile away, her outfit the same one she was wearing the last time you had saw her. Leaning forward you thought you were going to be sick, nausea consuming your senses as you gripped at the floorboards. You couldn’t move from the doorway of your apartment, your body stuck in a hypnotic trance of despair.

You hardly processed Jack stepping over you, slowly approaching Nova’s corpse. He gained your attention when he began to undo the rope. “What- what are you doing?” You choked out in between sobs. Jack was silent for a moment, his hands continuing to move. “She doesn’t deserve to be left like this,” Jack huffed out. Toby tried to convince you to not look again, pulling you closer to him. You stayed in his arms, watching as Jack set Nova’s body on the ground. You stared aimlessly at the sight, Toby’s grip suddenly loosening. You hadn’t noticed Masky or Hoodie’s arrival, their presence surprising you just as much as Toby.

“Y/n-” Toby began, attempting to reach out towards you. Masky stopped him, firmly putting his hand to his chest. “Let her go,” He said quietly. Masky firmly believed you needed to see how terrible The Operator truly was. How demonic and cruel he was. There was no sugar coating the situation anymore, you were prey for the world’s most dangerous predator. You stumbled over your feet as you sat on the right side of her body, Jack on her left. You wished you could’ve seen her sweet face one last time. You’d spend those last moments memorizing every freckle on her caramel skin. Yet you couldn’t even have that, her face hollowed in and horrific to look at. Your eyes couldn’t stop producing tears, your body frozen as you stared down at her.

Your hand was shaky as you tucked some stray hairs behind her ear, her curls just as soft as you remembered them. Jack was huffing under his mask, causing you to glance at him. He lifted it up briefly, exposing his nose and lips. He leaned down, Hoodie stepping forward to stop him. “Don’t. He’s not going to do that,” Masky grumbled. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the demon lean down, nuzzling his face into Nova’s shoulder. Curiously you watched him sniff her, causing your eyes to widened. Jack exhaled loudly, before leaning away from her corpse. “This isn’t Nova,” He announced. You felt your heart skip a beat, your widened eyes centered on Jack. “What?” You hissed. You glanced back down at your best friend’s corpse, before glaring at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?” You snapped. You could feel your face getting hot, your emotions unhinged.

“I have a superior sense of smell and her scent isn’t Novas,” Jack said with a shrug. He seemed so nonchalant, so unfazed. Masky sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Now Jack-” He began, your venom laced words interrupting him.

“What exactly are you proposing? I think i’d know my best friend’s corpse you demonic moron,” You growled. There was a brief moment of silence, one that Jack sliced in half with his next words, “Clearly not, considering that’s not her.”

Your body sprung into action for you, carrying you off of the ground and lunging yourself at Jack. You pushed him to the floor, pinning him and grabbing handfuls of his hoodie. “Dont you ever disrespect her like this again! She’s fucking dead. Dont you understand? She’s gone!” You seethed. Your voice cracked at the realization of her being gone, your anger now subsiding and being replaced with sorrow. Releasing your grip on Jacks hoodie you slumped beside him, curling up into a ball. You put your hands over your ears, screwing your eyes shut as you sobbed. Your head was pounding, memories of you and Nova swirling around your head. This was all your fault. This was all your fault. This was all your fault.

You felt a large set of hands pick you up, tucking you into the owners chest. You couldn’t get that image out of your head. The broken pieces of her skull and brain mushed together that sat where her beautiful face used to be. Inhaling you recognized the scent of cigarettes, letting you know that Masky was the one holding you. Faintly you could hear talking, the words muffled but the sound still audible. You signed into Masky’s chest, your eyes fluttering shut, your body slumping from exhaustion.

That was the last time you slept peacefully.

Your mind refused to let you sleep much after that, every time your eyes managed to close you’d see Nova’s face. The smiles she’d give you. The way she’d hold your hand. Then the memories would settle in. The ones of her taking you out for drinks after a stressful shift at work. Or the late nights you’d stay up together binge watching shameless. As the days dragged on her voice was beginning to grow more faint in your memory. This forced you to think of her every moment you spent awake. Jack had concluded you had never experienced such a deep loss before, thus leading to your depression. It concerned your lovers when he truthfully told them there was no guarantee you’d ever mentally recover.

You were a zombie to Toby. When you did walk around, it was only when your bladder threatened to make you urinate on yourself. You only ate when forced to, your nutrition intake Toby’s sole responsibility. He dedicated his time to cooking, gathering old cookbooks that had gathered dust on Jack’s shelves. Toby figured he wouldn’t mind, considering he didn’t eat human food anyways. Whether it was actually good or not Toby could never tell, your face empty and eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He concluded it was at least edible, your jaw slowly crunching whatever it was he had managed to feed you.

To Brian, you were a hollow shell of who you used to be. It was his responsibility to bathe you, ensuring you were always clean. Brian was a bit of a clean freak contrary to everyone around him. He had no issue bathing you, of course. You’d sit in the tub, knees tucked to your chest as you blankly stared at the faucet. Brian was always tender and gentle with you, massaging your scalp with shampoo and washing you as if you were made of delicate glass. It was during this time he discovered your tramp stamp, something he attempted to joke about. He wanted to see it. He wanted to see a glimpse of the old you, the one he fell in love with. His attempt failed utterly, your silence almost deafening to his ears.

As for Tim, he didn’t consider you to be there at all. It was his responsibility to ensure you didn’t sleepwalk or fall under The Operators influence. At night he’d watch you toss and turn, hopelessly trying to fall asleep. Once you did eventually, that’s when the nightmares came. You’d wake up screaming, your vocal cords becoming sore from doing it so frequently. It led you to avoid sleeping all together, your eyes blood shot with dark bags hanging underneath them. The guilt of Nova’s death was eating you alive. You felt solely responsible. That the weight of her death fell on your shoulders and yours alone. You wished you could beg her for forgiveness. To have mercy on your crushed soul. But it was too late for that. It was too late for you to tell her how much she truly meant to you. She was gone. Forever.

Staring aimlessly at the wall, your mind soaring with daydreams filled with Nova, Tim entered the room. It was a typical routine now, him sitting in a rocking chair by your bedside. Except this time he brought something with him. Something he thought may lighten your mood. “Hey princess. Brought you something,” He said. Now truthfully the cigarettes were more for him than for you, but he remembered the way your eyes lit up when he offered you one. Tim strolled over to the rocking chair, sitting down in it. He dug out the cigarette box, your eyes finally flickering away from the wall. Tim tried to hide his grin, afraid a reaction might shy you away into your shell again.

He ripped off the plastic, opening the box up. As nonchalantly as he could he handed you a cigarette, watching you take it with shaky fingers. He brought his own to his lips, fishing a lighter out of his jeans. You forced yourself to sit up, propping yourself up on one elbow as you leaned forward. Tim picked up on your hint to help light the cigarette, flicking the lighter and holding the flame at its end. You inhaled deeply, watching the tobacco burn a bright orange as it swirled around your lungs. Tim allowed himself to smile this time, watching you exhale into the cold night air. Your eyes finally flickered to his, one of your eyebrows raising, “What?”

Oh your voice. The sweet sweet sound of your voice. “Nothing princess,” Tim shrugged, leaning back in his hair. He lit his own cigarette, the smoke along with you uttering a single word making him extremely happy. But much like he would treat a cautious deer, he pretended to not be. He didn’t want to scare you away. Not now. Not after a month of seeing a doll version of you take your place. So instead he rocked back and forth in his rocking chair, inhaling and exhaling the precious tobacco stick. Unsurely you forced yourself to sit up, the cold winters breeze hitting you from the window. Your eyes fluttered closed. When was the last time you had allowed yourself to enjoy the wind? Or anything for that matter?

You smoked alongside Tim, the bedroom door opening. Brian and Toby both stumbled inside. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be sleeping?” Tim asked. Brian and Toby tried to hide their guilty looks, failing under Tim’s stern gaze. “Yeah but Jacks out hunting so we needed to protect the house, obviously,” Brian said. Toby nodded along frantically, his neck slightly twitching at the sight of you sitting up. Both boys joined you on the bed, Toby by your side and Brian lying on his stomach at the end. You handed Toby your cigarette, while Tim handed Brian his own. "I-it's nice to see y-you up," Toby said softly. His comment on your behavior alarmed Tim and Brian, who feared you'd curl up back into a ball. You delivered him a small smile. Although Nova's death weighed heavy on your heart and soul, your boys needed you.

You were their soul reason for breaking away. For trying to find freedom away from The Operator. Despair had clouded their lives for so long, the existential dread of being a homicidal slave daunting on their mental states. But you were like a ray of hope for them. Just as they were becoming a ray of hope for you in your darkest hour. "I'm sorry, about mentally clocking out," You apologized, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. Brian rolled over on his back, blowing the cigarette smoke into the air. "Don't sweat it, we'll always be here for you," The blonde informed you. Toby handed you back your cigarette, your lips feigning for a hit. As you stared over the stick and studied the three men, you had a realization you should've had ages ago.

You loved them.

With all of your body, mind, and soul. You truly adored each of them, including Masky and Hoodie. Pin pointing exactly when you fell in love with each of them individually was impossible. Maybe the truth was you had loved them all along, from the moment you picked them up in your car on Halloween.

"C'mere. All three of you," You whimpered lowly. Tim flicked his cigarette out of the window, Brian following suit. They surrounded you like hungry wolves, Tim's pupils blown with lust once he realized what you wanted. "Are you sure about this?" He asked slowly. You slid your shirt over your head, your breast bouncing out and on display. "I just wanna feel something. Something good. You three make me feel good," You admitted. Brian and Toby's concern was completely faded at the sight of your breast, your nipples perky from the cool night air. "I want you. All of you. Right now," You whispered. Tim's lips were on you in a flash, while Toby and Brian each took one of your breast into their mouths. You groaned into Tim's mouth, which he eagerly swallowed. The taste of cigarettes and mint danced across your taste buds, Brian nudging you to open your legs. Your hands slithered to Toby's and Tim's crotches, their cocks growing harder by the minute.

Individually they were addicting as lovers, but all together, they were truthfully intoxicating. Toby teasingly grazed your nipple with his teeth, while Brian’s tongue swirled around the other sensitive bud. You recognized Brian’s slender fingers palming at your clothed cunt, your slick drenching your panties. He released your nipple with a pop, kissing down your stomach before reaching the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your hips, helping him pull them down along with your panties in a swift motion. He ran two fingers up your folds, grinning at the sight of your arousal. “Look at that. So fuckin wet for us,” Brian purred, before beginning to lap at your folds. His lips attached themselves to your clit, the sensation causing you to moan loudly.

Tim couldn’t get enough of your sounds, shoving his shirt over his head. “Wanna feel the both of you, take these off,” You panted, tugging at his and Toby’s jeans. The men undressed quickly, your sinful noises uncontrollable as Brian devoured your pussy. As soon as you saw Tim and Toby’s cocks you wrapped your hands around them, jerking them off. Toby’s whimpers were loud and audible, while Tim bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his own. You struggled to remain coherent as Brian’s tongue teased your entrance, before he abruptly shoved two fingers inside of you instead. “There we go. You can take it princess,” Tim praised, brushing some of your hair off of your face. Brian curled his fingers inside of you, abusing your g spot. You briefly got lost in the pleasure, your hands coming to a slow halt as you explored euphoria.

Brian’s fingers stopping brought you back to reality, both of your boyfriend’s cocks hard in your hands. “Don’t stop showing them love, or else i’ll stop,” Brian said sternly. You gulped as you continued pumping Tim and Toby’s cocks, Brian’s finger fucking resuming. "F-fuck i'm gonna destroy that pretty throat of yours," Toby moaned, his cheeks a visible shade of pink. Tim's face was turning red, his groans now audible as you jerked him off. You could feel yourself getting closer to your first orgasm, your thighs trembling. "Fuck, i'm gonna fucking cum, fuck- please make me cum," You babbled, your hand straying from Tim's cock and gripping Brian's wrist. Tim took the opportunity to lean down close to your face, planting sloppy kisses on the side of your head. "Go on princess, cum on his face like the good girl I know you are," He huffed, nibbling at your earlobe. His words broke you, the cord inside of you snapping as you came on Brian's relentless fingers.

Dazed, the boys rearranged you, ensuring you were comfortable as you propped yourself up on all fours. Tim laid beneath you, his chocolate orbs full of comfort. Toby was to your left, while Brian was behind you. "I-i've n-never," You sputtered, your unexplored hole clenching from fear and arousal. Tim was quick to wash away your worry. "We're gonna go nice and slow, aren't we Brian?" He asked, his question coming out as more of an order. Brian's large hands cupped your ass, gripping the flesh as gently as he could muster. "Don't worry beautiful, we're gonna take good care of you," He agreed. Tim was first, slowly rubbing his tip up and down your drenched folds. Toby watched silently, teasingly rubbing his hand up and down his shaft as Tim pushed himself inside of you. Bracing yourself you grabbed onto Tim's shoulders, grunts escaping his lips as your gummy walls gushed around his cock. "Such a perfect little cunt," He groaned, biting his bottom lip.

You tensed up as you felt Brian spit on your puckered hole, your eyes widening. Tim had fully bottomed out inside of you, his cock brushing against your g spot. You buried your head into Tim's shoulder as Brian slowly pushed a finger inside of your asshole. "So fuckin tight, holy fuck," He muttered. Toby was fine waiting, but was eager for a show while he did so. "I-it would probably h-h-help if you fucked her Tim,” He advised. The older brunette caved to his desires, Toby's suggestion only adding fuel to the flame. He slowly pulled his cock out of you, before ramming back into you. You whined as his thrust picked up the pace, Toby's hand guiding you to jack off his cock. "Taking me so well princess, does it feel good?" Tim asked teasingly, your whimpers and unholy noises vibrating against his neck. Your noises were incoherent, a gasp escaping your lips as Brian added a second finger. A rough hand yanked you away from the comfort of Tim's neck, Toby's brown eyes boring down into yours.

"H-he asked you a question princess," Toby spat mockingly, enjoying the sight of your face temporarily scrunching up in pain. Tim could feel your walls squeeze around him as Toby gripped your hair. "Be as rough as you want with her kid, she likes it," He chuckled darkly. It became hard to focus, your tongue flattening out across your bottom lip. You were practically drooling at the sight of Toby's cock and you couldn't help but want to suck him dry. You were so distracted you didn't notice Brian's fingers leaving your unexplored hole. He regained your attention when you felt Tim's thrust come to a halt as Brian slowly pushed himself inside of you. For a moment you thought you were going to split in half, your fingernails digging into Tim's shoulders. Tim's rough hands reached around your waist, holding the mounds of your ass apart as Brian sank in deeper. Your noises were strangled bits of pain mixed with pleasure, Tim's lips planting sloppy kisses against your neck.

"Doing so well for us," Brian panted, attempting to contain himself as your walls pulled him in closer. Once he fully bottomed out the four of you were panting in unison, your body struggling with the feeling of being so full. "Sorry princess, need to move," Tim hissed through his teeth. Both boys began moving their hips, your head spinning from pain slowly fading into pleasure. You didn't have time to think too much, Toby guiding your mouth onto his cock. Your noises created blissful vibrations around his shaft, your eyes watering as he began to sink deeper into your throat. All three of your holes were stuffed, the pain fully fading into euphoric pleasure as the boys abused your holes as they pleased. It was just the right distraction, your body in a state of bliss as they fucked you senseless. You gagged on Toby's cock as he used your throat, your thighs beginning to shake as you neared your second orgasm.

You had never felt such intense pleasure before, the four of you lost in a trance. Toby knew he was going to cum first, his hips stuttering as his hips thrusted into you. He combed his fingers through your scalp, tugging at your roots. "G-gonna cum down t-that pretty throat of yours," He panted. You struggled to comprehend his words as Tim and Brian pounded into you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Toby moaned your name as he came, his warm cum flooding down your throat. You gagged at the sensation, his slender fingers securing your head in place. “Swallow every last drop,” He ordered, a sadistic grin crossing his lips as he watched you struggle to do so. He finally removed his cock from your throat, your tongue rolling out to proudly showed him you listened. He kneeled down, cupping your chin. Your lips puckered out like a fish as Toby gave you devilish gaze.

“C-cum on their c-cocks. Go on. I’m w-waiting,” Toby spat, his neck twitching as he stared deeply into your eyes. You felt Brian’s hands roughly grab your ass, your body shaking. Your vision went white as you came, your euphoria sending you upwards towards the stars. You could vaguely still feel Brian and Tim pounding you, your body spent. You were held up by three strong sets of hands, Brian’s orgasm following closely after yours. His warm seed splattered across your ass cheeks, painting your skin. Tim was still rutting into you, his orgasm close. “Please cum in me Tim, please, I need it,” You whined, your thighs trembling. Your pleas sent him over the edge, his mind full of pure filth about breeding you.

He painted your insides white, flooding your cunt. Exhausted you collapsed on top of him, panting as he slowly pulled out of you. In a dream like state you could feel the boys carrying you over to the bathroom for a bath. You snuggled against Toby’s chest, your eyes blissfully fluttering shut. For the first time since Novas death you felt content. Who would’ve thought three hitchhikers could make you feel so loved.

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[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 01 Yunho — Size kink // praise

➥ big d!ck bf!Yunho × tiny girlfriend!Reader summary: Yunho is big and strong and likes to play rough and manhandle his tiny girlfriend. wc: 4.2k (whew! Half of that is smut 🥴) warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): oral (f receiving), fingering (she's gonna need it to take his monster c•ck), unprotected sex (use protection! Yunho and MC use the pull out method), praise (good girl, you're doing so well, etc), size kink (so reader is noticeably smaller than Yunho and he comments on it), Yunho cums on the readers stomach and licks it clean so cum eating ig, slight strength kink, some manhandling, reader loves Yunho's hands, monster c•ck Yunho, and I think that's all. pls let me know if I missed anything Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: this is a bit self indulgent as I am tiny compared to yunho and I want him to manhandle me and use his size and strength against me. This is also for @yoonguurt and my fellow size kink enthusiasts. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Your favorite thing about Yunho was how big he was compared to you. He was so tall, just over 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and large hands. He easily towered over you.

Yunho's favorite thing about you was how tiny you were next to him. He loved it when you wore his shirts as they fit you like dresses, the hem coming down to the middle of your thighs. You looked so small and cute in his clothes.

Your second favorite thing about Yunho was that he was strong. Strong enough to lift you easily, throw you over his shoulder or just lift you onto the kitchen counter.

He also liked to throw you onto the bed. And you loved it when he did that.

Flipping through the channels of the TV proved fruitless as you found nothing decent or interesting to watch so you decided to put the TV on the channel where Music Bank was being broadcasted and settled into the cushions to eat your dinner and hopefully catch a glance of your massive boyfriend.

It didn't take long for ATEEZ to show up on stage, performing their newest title track. You watched Yunho as much as the cameramen allowed, smiling as he performed.

He was an incredible dancer, something you'd always admired about him. The way he moved and how easily the music seemed to flow through him was mesmerizing. You loved every second of it.

Of course, in watching him dance, the way his body moved always got your insides burning as your imagination tended to run wild.

You scarfed down the rest of your lasagna and watched the rest of their stage with rapt attention. Your eyes followed Yunho across the stage as the song continued. Although the camera would focus on the other members, you could only see your boyfriend.

It was during one part of the performance when the choreography had them hip thrust that your mind was made up. He'd unintentionally created this problem (the problem being in your panties) and when he came home, he'd fix it.

ATEEZ finished their performance to tumultuous applause and cheers which you unashamedly added to in the comfort of your own home. and the show slowly came to an end, you checked the time and hoped Yunho would be home soon.

Deciding to distract yourself, you chose to clean up, do the dishes, wipe down the counters, anything you could do to pass the time until your boyfriend came home.

You tried not to look at the time, hoping if you ignored it, time would move just a little faster.

You knew after music shows, the guys would head back to the KQ building, clean up, probably grab some food and relax for a while. Yunho was nothing if not consistent when it came to these little rituals and no more than three hours after the show ended, he sent you a text.

Puppy Hubby ♥️💕: hey angel. We just got done eating. Have you eaten? I'll bring you something if you haven't. I'm about to leave so I'll be there soon. I love you ♥️

You quickly finished what you were working on and ran to your shared bedroom to put your plan into action. You rushed around, throwing off your plain pajamas in favor of something more… alluring.

You pulled off your white cotton panties and searched through your drawer for a pair you knew Yunho would love and slid those on.

Snatching one of Yunho's tees, you pulled it on over your head and let it fall to your thighs before slipping on some of your favorite thigh highs and heading back out into the living room to wait for Yunho.

You sat on the couch, jumping at every sound, your heart pounding over the sound of the clock on the wall ticking each second as it slipped by.

Finally you heard the sound of beeping at the door and quickly scrambled, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on before Yunho had a chance to open the door. A commercial for fried chicken played on the screen as Yunho finally managed to open the door and stumble in. You glanced over and saw he was carrying a huge black duffel bag and a small black plastic bag.

He leaned against the door to shut it as he struggled to pull his trainers off before finally letting the duffel bag drop to the ground and untying his laces.

With one shoe off, he stood up, leaning his back against the wall, his eyes found yours and he immediately perked up, a smile spreading across his face.

"Baby!" he said as he tore off his other shoe, grabbed the duffel bag and hurried over to the couch, dropping the bag at the end of the sofa and sitting beside you, setting the plastic bag on the coffee table before he engulfed you in his warm embrace.

"I didn't think you were still up," he said breathlessly as he hugged you tightly, peering kisses all over your face, making you giggle. You smiled as he pulled back and quickly stood to unzip his coat and moved to put it away, tripping over the duffle bag.

You hid a laugh as he cursed and kicked the bag before returning to your side. His eyes fell onto what you were wearing and you could have sworn you saw his eyes darken momentarily before he plopped down next to you, resting his arm on the couch behind you.

"I wasn't sure if you'd eaten, so I brought you something," he said, gesturing to the plastic bag. You smiled, turning to look at him.

"You're always so thoughtful," you replied, getting to your feet and grabbing the bag. You took it to the kitchen, not aware of the way his eyes followed your figure or the way he licked his lips at the sight of you in nothing but his shirt and some thigh highs.

As you came back to the sofa, your eyes roamed his body as well. He was wearing a plain black tee and some gray sweatpants. If you didn't know your boyfriend better, you'd think he was trying to seduce you because he knew you loved it when he wore sweatpants. Especially the gray ones.

You moved to sit beside him but Yunho was faster, grabbing you by the waist and forcing you to sit on his lap instead of the cushion.

You let out a tiny surprised "oh" as you fell onto him but immediately melted against him as his arms wrapped around your waist and buried his face into your chest.

"You must be exhausted," you murmured, stroking his hair and smiling as he relaxed into your touch. "Mhm," he mumbled, the sound rumbled from his chest and you continued to stroke his hair, massaging his scalp as only you could do for him.

The stylists usually did this to promote hair growth but no one could do it the way you did. Yunho often asked you to massage his scalp after he had his hair dyed because he loved the way your fingers worked against his scalp. He loved the way your nails dragged against his skin and the slight tugs you gave him that almost had him groaning at the feeling.

It was no secret between the two of you Yunho loved to be rough and manhandle you but he liked it when you were rough back. He loved it when you pulled his hair and bit him as he fucked you senseless.

You could feel him start to grow hard under you as you massaged his scalp, tugging on his hair and raking your nails over his skin.

Yunho shifted you so you were straddling his lap, his face now pressed into your neck as you continued to massage him.

You tried to act innocent and like his hands sliding over your body wasn't affecting you but you'd be lying if you said you weren’t completely soaking your panties as his large hands grabbed your ass and slid down to caress your thighs.

You let out a sigh as you felt Yunho's mouth move against the skin of your throat, kissing, nipping, and licking. You tilted your head to the side, giving him more to explore as your hands continued to tug his hair. Yunho finally let out a groan, his hips bucking up into you and grinding his hard cock against your wet panties.

"Mm, fuck," you moaned, moving your own hips to chase his and grind down against him again.

You let out a gasp as Yunho’s hands grabbed your hips, guiding them to grind over his cock again. "You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart, do you?" he asked, pushing you back slightly so he could look you in the eyes.

His own were dark, pupils blown and clouded with an animalistic desire to ruin you, his tiny girlfriend.

"I think I have some idea," you whispered, grinding down against him again and watching as his eyes fluttered shut, lips parting as a moan came out. His head fell back against the cushions as you continued to grind on him, the material of your panties sticking to you, pressing against your clit.

"Yunnie," you whimpered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you chased your orgasm.

Yunho's hands stopped you, grabbing your waist and lifting you slightly. "Nuh-uh," he said, shaking his head. "Not like this."

Before you could answer, Yunho had stood, throwing you over his shoulder and started carrying you to your shared bedroom.

Once inside, he hastily deposited you on the bed and reached for his drawstring, fingers stilling as he looked down and then back up with a devilish smirk.

"You made quite the mess, baby," he said as he slowly untied the drawstring of his pants, watching you watch him through heavy lids.

"Spread your legs for me," he said, moving his hands to your knees and encouraging you to move.

You did so slowly, parting your thighs and showing him the absolutely soaked through cloth that adorned your aching core.

Yunho tutted, moving one hand down between your thighs and running his thumb over the wet fabric. "My sweet little angel is all wet," he said softly, switching to two fingers as he dragged them back up, sending a shiver up your spine.

"This can't be comfortable," he added, hooking a finger under the material and pulling it back slightly, exposing your wet slit to the cool air.

"Is it uncomfortable, baby?" he asked, his fingers barely brushing against your hole. You nodded silently, looking up at him with pleading eyes asking him to remove your panties.

"Then let's just get rid of them, yeah?" he asked, leaning over and towering over you as he stood beside where you lay on your back.

You nodded as his hands moved, starting at your knees and sliding up the tops of your thighs before moving them to the sides of your hips and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties.

He maintained eye contact as he slowly pulled the fabric down, pulling the wet crotch away from your heat and sliding them further down your thighs, still as slowly as possible and smearing your arousal down the inside of your thighs.

You had no idea exactly how wet you had gotten earlier but it was apparent now that you were drenched.

Once your panties had been removed and discarded, Yunho's hands were back on your knees, pushing your legs apart and pushing them back slightly to expose your core to him.

Your eyes watched as he tore his gaze from your face to look between your thighs and he bit his lip, holding back the urge to groan at the sight of your slick skin and tiny hole waiting to be filled.

"Goddamn, is this all for me, tiny girl?" he asked, glancing back up to meet your gaze. You nodded again. "Yes," you managed to squeak out. "It's all for you," you added.

Yunho's smirk returned as his hands slid up the inside of your thighs and stopped just before your sex. "Fuck, I can't wait to ruin this pretty little pussy," he muttered, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. His words had your walls clenching around nothing, prompting you to wiggle your hips, begging for something.

"Please, Yunho," you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. "Please touch me."

The sound Yunho let out sounded somewhere between a moan and a growl as he dropped to his knees beside the bed, pulling your hips to the edge of the mattress and started pressing slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of your thigh, moving closer and closer to your core only to pass over it and spread kisses along the inside of your other thigh.

You let out a whine, one hand moving to brush your boyfriend’s hair back before settling on his cheek, prompting him to look up at you from between your thighs.

The hungry look in his eyes had heat spreading throughout your body. You wanted nothing more than for him to dive in and abuse your clit with his tongue but you knew he was a man of patience and liked to take his time with you and that's exactly what he was going to do.

When he finally tore his gaze from your face, it was to press light, feathery kisses on either side of your sex before his tongue slipped between your lips, finding your clit and immediately swirling around it in slow, even circles.

His light touches from before paired with the teasing kisses to your thighs made your body sensitive to every lick and flick of his tongue against the sensitive nub, your thighs threatening to close on his head. Thankfully, Yunho was much stronger and kept your thighs in place while he continued toying and teasing your clit and slit.

Your fingers combed through Yunho’s hair as he looked up at you with a heavy lidded stare. His fingers toyed with your entrance before finally pushing one finger in slowly, making you hiss at the intrusion, legs spreading further for him. “That’s it baby,” he breathed. “Such a good girl for me.”

You mewled, words failing as his finger continued to pump in and out of you slowly, his tongue dragging over your clit again. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked softly, chuckling when you nodded with a whine.

“Fuck, angel, you’re doing so well,” he murmured, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it. Your thighs shook, a small cry sounding from the back of your throat as he added a second finger, lightly scissoring them, preparing you to take his cock. He learned from past experience you needed a decent amount of prep before he could even get the head in.

The lewd sounds coming from between your thighs had your skin heating up, a blush blossoming over your cheeks with every squelch. “Yunhooo,” you whined, drawing out his name.

You heard him chuckled, his hot breath fanning over your wet core. “You’re so wet for me, little one,” he muttered, fingers pistoning into you at a much quicker pace. “I can’t wait to split you open.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, walls gripping his fingers tightly as you imagined it was his huge cock instead. Yunho cursed under his breath, watching the way his fingers disappeared inside you.

“Think you can take another one?” He asked, looking up past your rising and falling chest as you struggled to breathe evenly. Without letting you answer, he added a third finger, hissing as your soaking cunt sucked him in, his tongue back on your clit as he continued to finger fuck your hole.

“Shit, ‘m gonna cum” you moaned, back arching as you felt the tension build in your lower abdomen, like a rubber band being pulled back until it snapped and you came with a whine, muttering your boyfriend’s name as your hips moved, riding out your high as it washed over you.

Yunho removed his fingers, more than willing to let you use his tongue, flattening it as you rode out the waves of your orgasm until your body shuddered and he pulled away, chin and lips coated in your arousal.

You blinked up at him as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over your small frame, dipping down to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and allowing you to taste yourself.

“Come here,” he purred, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up easily, scooting you further back on the bed. “As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, little one, let’s take this off, shall we?” He said softly, fingers skimming your hips as he grabbed the fabric of the shirt you’d stolen.

You said up, allowing him to slip it off and drop it off the bed onto the floor. He’d clean up later.

You laid back against the sheets now completely bare as Yunho kneeled between your thighs, his large hands holding your waist and pulling you against him, pressing his hard on against you. You pouted, looking up at your large boyfriend who merely smiled at your pout.

“What’s wrong, little one?” he cooed, peering down at you as his hands moved, sliding up your body until he cupped your chest, thumb brushing over your hardened nipples. “You’re still wearing clothes,” you murmured, hands reaching out to brush against his stomach over the plain tee he wore.

He chuckled softly, moving his hand to take yours, marveling at the sheer difference in size.

He ducked his head down, turning your hand over in his and pressing a kiss to your palm. “Do you want me to take this off?” He asked, grabbing the hem of his shirt with his other hand, his smile widening as you nodded.

“Oh, alright, baby,” he cooed and released your hand, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling his shirt off easily, discarding it on the floor.

Your eyes roamed his body from his broad shoulders down his chest to his tummy where you could see the start of a trail of hair leading down past the waistband of his sweats. Your eyes raised back up to meet his gaze, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as a smirk formed on his lips.

“You like what you see?” He asked softly, leaning over, rolling his hips into yours, pressing his erection into your wet heat. You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak. “You wanna see more?” He whispered, lips ghosting over yours, chuckling when you moaned and nodded again.

He pulled back, settling back on his heels as he kneeled between your thighs. His hands moved to the waistband of his sweats, thumbs hooking under the material and pushing them down along with his boxers.

He moved slowly, maintaining eye contact as a way to tease you. You started to get impatient, moving to push your foot against his hip. “Baby~” you mewled. “Don’t tease.”

Yunho’s smirk spread and he pushed his pants down quickly, his cock springing free. You barely had time to look as he moved to discard his sweats and underwear but was back between your legs quickly.

You licked your lips as he hooked his arms under your knees, pulling your body flush with his before guiding his cock to lay against your stomach. “I know I ask this every time,” he said in a husky voice, looking down at his length resting against you, almost reaching your navel. “But you sure you can take all of this, angel?”

You glanced down at his cock, moving your hand to take it in your hand and making him hiss at the contact.

You could only give him a couple good strokes before he took your hand, grabbing both wrists in one hand and pinning them to the mattress. “Yes,” you squeaked. “I can take it.”

Your words paired with the way you looked up at him had his heart pounding, the animalistic urge to just ram his cock into you and fuck you until you went dumb came over him but he managed to resist.

This time.

Instead, he pulled back slightly, guiding the tip of his cock to your waiting slit. Your body shuddered as he rubbed against your folds, pressing against your clit lightly before he slowly started to sink into your cunt.

On instinct, you spread your legs wider to accommodate him as he leaned further over you.

Your lips parted as a moan slipped out, each inch he gave you stretching you out. It didn’t matter how many times you took his cock, it was always still a task to get the whole length inside you.

Yunho paused, hand still pinning your wrists above your head, the other hand moving to brace his weight so he wouldn’t crush you against the mattress. “Fuuuuuck,” he hissed, eyes fluttering shut as your walls squeezed him, enticing him in further. He had to take a few breaths, trying to regain his composure. His cock twitched, threatening to blow his load immediately.

It didn’t matter how many times he gave you his cock, you were still just as tight as the first time he fucked you.

“Yunnie, please,” you whimpered, hips rolling up to meet his, allowing him to slide in further. “Please, more.”

The way you looked under him, so small and already looking so fucked out, spurred him. He pressed further into you, sliding in with ease thanks to your earlier orgasm and his prep work.

It only took a few more moments until he was buried fully inside you. “Fuck me,” he groaned, cock twitching as you squeezed around him. His eyes dropped, falling onto the slight bulge just under your belly button.

“Would you look at that,” Yunho chuckled, moving his free hand to press down on it. You let out a moan, pussy clenching his length and drawing a moan from him. “Keep doing that and I won’t be able to hold back,” he hissed. You whimpered, thighs tightening around his hips. “Don’t hold back, Yunnie,” you cooed, raising your hips, trying to fuck yourself on him.

Yunho released your wrists, placing both hands on the mattress and pulling out slightly, only to thrust back into you, making you cry out as your body shifted up the sheets from the force.

Yunho chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your hips as he held you still, pulling back and thrusting into you again. “Oh, fuck,” you cursed, your own hands moving to grab his wrists.

“Keep going,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Obliging your request, Yunho set a steady but heavy pace, thrusting sharply into you, each drag of his cock had you moaning, your grip on his wrists tightening as you tried to ground yourself.

“You’re taking me so well,” Yunho panted, eyes falling between your legs where he watched himself disappear inside your body repeatedly. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, eyes fluttering shut. “’m not gonna last,” he added, opening his eyes to look down at you.

“Cum for me, then,” you moaned but he shook his head. “Not until you’ve cum on this cock like a good girl,” he groaned, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts. One of your hands moved, grabbing a fistful of the sheets under you as you cried out.

“You cum for me first,” Yunho argued, increasing speed as he felt your cunt spasm around him. “That’s it. You’re doing so good, angel,” he continued, eyes shutting as he lost himself in the feeling. “Fuck! Be a good little girl and cum on my cock,” he growled, chasing his high as your orgasm crashed over you.

You let out a cry of his name, moans slipping out between curses as he helped you ride out your second orgasm.

“Fuuuuck,” Yunho hissed, feeling his own climax approaching. “Shit!”

You gasped as he pulled out of you, just in time to release all over your stomach, his hand gripping his cock as he squeezed every last drop out.

Looking down at the mess he created, Yunho couldn’t help but chuckle as he tried to regain control of his breathing. “S-sorry baby,” he stuttered. You glanced down at your stomach and back up at him. Your hands moved, reaching up for him. “S’okay,” you muttered sleepily.

Yunho laced his fingers with yours and brought each hand up, kissing the back of them before he released his grip. “I really made a mess,” he said, clicking his tongue disapprovingly at his own actions.

You opened your mouth to respond but gasped when he leaned over, dragging his tongue over your skin, lapping up his own essence. “Yunho!” You whispered, in awe of what he’d just done. He drew level with you, taking your cheeks in his hand and squeezed, forcing your mouth open.

His tongue entered your mouth, depositing his cum on your own tongue, turning into a sloppy kiss.

“That was so dirty!” you hissed when he pulled back. He smiled cheekily at you, giving you a shrug.

“Yeah, but you liked it, so… that makes you just as nasty as me, tiny girl.”

[oreolemur]

Hihiiii, may I pretty please request a short, soft Yandere Satoru fic? One where he isn’t really violent, just very delusional and clingy, like he never gives his darling an inch of personal space. Which, in turn, starts to overwhelm her, and instead of giving her, her much needed space, Satoru tries to make it all better by kissing away her tears, and still having his way with her. If you want, you can include smut, if not that’s completely fine. 😁💕

Of course!!! Hope you enjoy it!

Having a clingy lover, he never left you alone. Satoru treated you as a possession. No matter where you were, or who you were with, he was always around. He couldn't let you go. He needed you. "Darling don't you feel safe in my arms", he blushed, holding you as you cooked. His arms were wrapped around you from behind. Him touching you made it hard for you to freely move around. You tried your best to ignore it. "You know I can't cook properly with you holding me like this", you said. Gojo held you longer, soon leaving you alone. "Finally", you muttered under your breath.

It wasn't like you weren't use to him being clingy. It just made it hard for you to enjoy your time together. Which was every second and minute of the day. Even while you bathe, Satoru always suggested that the two of you shower together. "It'll save water", he said, scrubbing your back. You rolled your eyes, trying your best to hurry up washing so you could get out. "Wait for me", he said, hurrying up too. Gojo clearly loved you and you appreciated it, but you would appreciate it more if he would give you some space.

Even during the night as you tried to get a late night snack, you had to wait until he was deeply asleep before even thinking about moving out of his arms. "Whew", you said, successfully getting out of bed. You headed into the kitchen, quietly fixing you a small meal. "Peace and quiet and no Satoru". You sat back on the couch, turning on the TV. You cherished your me time as much you could. You felt like a mother who couldn't escape her child.

As you laid on the couch, you suddenly heard the bedroom door open. "Darling?", Satoru called out. "Come back to bed...I miss you". You sucked your teeth, telling him to go back to sleep. "Just go back to sleep and I'll be there in a little bit". He pouted. "But I want you now. You know I can't sleep without you being in my arms". He wasn't lying. There were many nights where you tried to sleep out in the living room, but Gojo made it impossible. "Are you trying to sleep out here again?", he questioned, walking over to you. He got on the couch, proceeding to lay on top of you. "Not without me you won't", he chuckled, kissing your neck.

You rolled your eyes, feeling him trying to fondle your breasts. "Go back to bed", you told him. He ignored you, continuing to kiss you. You tried to push him off, but his weight was overpowering you. He tried to kiss your lips, but you moved your face away from him. "I'm being serious...go back to sleep". The more he touched and kissed you, the more you started to become overwhelmed. "Satoru", you called out, feeling yourself getting upset and on the verge of crying. He lifted up your night gown, positioning himself in between your legs. You felt the tent in his pants touch your bare pussy. The entire thing was becoming too much for you. He tried to pull his pants down, but before he could get his cock out, you yelled. "Stop!".

Gojo paused, looking at you in concern. "What's wrong?". You managed to shove him off you. "I just can't take it anymore", you cried. "You're too clingy and I can never have any space". The man looked at you, smiling. "Lovers don't need space...they need each other". He leaned into you, grabbing your face. "Why would you want to get away from me", he asked. "Maybe you just need more of my love to cheer you up". He kissed your cheek, making his way to your lips. You tried to refuse, but his grip on your face forced your lips to part. He kissed you passionately, yet forcefully. You whined into the kiss, trying to fight him off. Once he stopped, a trail of spit connected the both of your lips. "I just can't get enough of you", he smiled. 'We were meant to be. There's no such thing as space".

[jessi4fanfics]

~Absolutely Perfect~

|BROPPY AS PARENTS!!! I have writers block and usually parent broppy aus help me keep up with my oneshots CUZ THEY WOULD BE CUTE PARENTS:33 Its costly centered around Branch tho:) Ivy and Oakley are ocs by @spooky-pop ⭐ (btw, Spooky, if you want me to take this story down, feel free to tell me and I will do it right away❤) Pwease enjoy✨|

It was a quiet and chill morning. Ya know, those kinds that just only seem to happen on your birthday or Christmas or even a lucky Saturday when you go "ah, no work, no worries, and I get to sleep in. Perfect".

Branch could feel the sun shining through his eyelids in a more comforting way than annoying through the window, and the plush soft and cool covers and sheets covering him, his right foot being slightly cooled by the breeze coming from the fan above them.

He wasn't moving though. Heck no. He was half asleep still anyway, and he was already trying to make himself fall back asleep.

Branch smiled through his drowsiness, eyes still shut. Despite how comforting his bed was, the feeling of his wife's hand holding his underneath the covers, her head laying over his arm, her crazy morning hair brushing against his cheek as she leaned against him was more what was making this morning seem so perfect.

Her slow deep sleeping breaths were enough of a song to drift him back to sleep...

"DADDDDDD!!!!"

 A pounce, a bounce, and Branch felt his leg crack as a child landed on top of it.

 "Owww!!" He bolted up, knowing sleep for the morning was gone. He felt his leg. "Ivy!!! Please don't break my leg!!"

 His daughter gave him that grin he only knew too well, a grin her mother gave him often as well.

It meant affection. But it also meant destruction.

 "Your leg is finnnee. It gave the same kind of crack my fingers give when I do this!" Ivy took her right hand and started pulling the fingers on her left hand with it. After each pull came a pop!

 "Ivy! Stop!!" Branch covered his ears. "That sound is disgusting and probably unhealthy!" 

Ivy chuckled and climbed up to him, wrapping him in a hug. "I love you, Dad."

 Branch gratefully returned the hug, but have her a skeptical look. She definitely was up to something.

 "I love you too, Ivy," he sighed, eyebrows still raised.

 Ivy looked up at him. "And you know what?"

 "Hmm?"

 "It's time for your birthday noogies!!!" Ivy shrieked happily.

Birthday--?!!

Before Branch could process this, Ivy jumped up, standing on their bed, wrapped her arms around his head, and used her right hand to scrape her fist hard against his already ruffled morning hair, into his noggin.

 "Ivy!! Ow, stoppit!!" Branch tried to push her off, unsuccessfully.

Ivy cackled, continuing.

Branch heard a giggle from beside him. Poppy had sat up now, and she was watching her husband get attacked by his own daughter with so much joy in her eyes--

 "Oh sure - ow! Just sit there and enjoy the show! Ivy!!! That's a knot, owowow!" Branch winced from the pain.

 "I'm sorry," Poppy croaked sleepily, still giggling . "Ivy, honey, get off of your dad, please."

 "But I have to do a boogie for each year of his life!" Ivy groaned, taking a small break. "And- whew! That's gonna take awhile," she murdered jokingly, patting him on the head.

 "Oh, really??" Branch scoffed, reached out, grabbed his daughter by the waist, pulled her down and began to tickle her.

 Her laughs were exactly like her mom's. Branch loved to hear them.

When her laughs became more like shrieks, he stopped. "No one calls me an old man." He sat back smirking proudly.I

 "You did that yourself," Ivy shot back smartly, grinning and out of breath.

Branch lifted an eyebrow threateningly and reached out once again.

Ivy shrieked and fell off the bed trying to avoid him.

 "You okay?" Branch peeked over.

 Ivy just laughed from the floor.

Of course she was fine. She was Ivy.

Poppy laughed and took Branch's arm gently in her hands. "Honey, quiet down, you're gonna wake--"

In came Oakley, his hair just as disheveled as his parents. He was carrying his blankie and his eyelids were still dark from sleep. He said groggily, "What's happening?"

 Ivy shot up. "I was noogie-ing Dad."

Branch rolled his eyes.

Oakley frowned, disapproving. "Noogie-ing is not very nice, sissy."

"PFFTTT!" Ivy waved her brother away and stood back up.

Poppy laughed and held out her arms. "C'mere, pumpkin."

The young orange troll scuffled over to his mom. He climbed into her lap and she wrapped her arms around him, rocking him back and forth.

"You see, Oak, it's some trolls' traditions to give people noogies on their birthday. Uncle John Dory does it to your daddy all the time, which is probably where your sissy got it." Poppy looked at her daughter, who nodded proudly.

John Dory was only her favorite uncle.

"Birthday?!" Oakley sat up, his ears twitching. He looked at his dad, who was now massaging his scalp, which he believed was now completely red under his crazy hair.

"Yup." Poppy grinned and turned to Branch affectionately . "It's your dad's birthday. And he has absolutely no work today, Mommy made sure of that." Her eyes twinkled excitedly.

"Whoa, no work?" Branch looked at her, alarmed. "You aren't about to do all of my jobs, Poppy. It's a crazy list of king duties, and your list is already long, and I wouldn't want--"

"I have no work too." Poppy beamed happily. "The leaders told me  they have it all under control." 

Branch watched her, surprised. No work? He had been doing his king stuff and his boyband work combined since the day after he and Poppy returned from their honeymoon.

"Wow. Poppy, honey, that's so sweet, I can't believe you--" he began, leaning closer to her.

"BIRTHDAY PUNCHES!!" Oakley shrieked. He jumped out of Poppy's lap he hurled himself at his father, and gave him a form punch in the side.

"Ow!!!" Branch wrapped his arms around his torso. "Oakley!"

Poppy laughed. "Branch, you're so sensitive!"

Branch scowled. "I'm not sensitive, I-- ow!!! Ivy! Stop encouraging!"

They were both punching their dad now.

"Uncle John told us to punch you as many years as you have lived, " Oakley stated importantly. "He said I had to do this otherwise you would explode!" He continued punching while Ivy laughed.

"Of course he told you that, " Branch groaned.

"How old are you, Daddy?" Oakley asked.

"I'm sure you've punched me at least fifty times already, Oak!" Branch grabbed their fists and held them away from him.

 "Fifty? Hmm." Ivy pretended to think. "Only thirty more punches to go, Oakley!"

 Oakley cheered and got ready to punch again.

"What?! Nooo, I'm not eighty!" Branch said, holding him back.

"You're not?!" Oakley gasped. "Wow, you must be ancient!"

Poppy was full-on belly laughing now. Branch glared at his son.

"I'm younger than fifty," he told him.

"How much younger?" Ivy teased.

"Alright! That's it! " Branch stood up, grabbed Oakly and hurled him over his shoulder, grabbed Ivy and did the same, and dragged them over to the couch in the living room where he plopped them. "Stay."

They both giggled.

"Or what?" challenged Ivy.

"Or your mom and I can't get dressed and take you out for donuts, " Branch said casually, walking away.

"DONUTS!!" the kids shrieked with excitement. They rushed to their dad and hugged him before he went into his room. Then they dashed off to get dressed themselves.

Branch marched into his room, a slight smirk on his face, and shut the door firmly behind him, locking it. And he plopped back in bed beside Poppy, who was still sitting there, smiling, and pulled the covers over his head.

"So?" she asked, rubbing her hand over his stomach through the sheets.

"Apparently we're taking them out to donuts, " Branch said through the blanket.

Poppy frowned. "You hate donuts."

 "And?"

 "You aren't about to take us to a donut place on your birthday, Branch."

 "Says who?" Branch sat up defiantly. "You guys love donuts. I think I can gift myself with seeing you guys heavily enjoy yourselves, thank you very much." He pecked her cheek tenderly.

Poppy smiled even bigger. Then the smile got a bit wobbly.

Suddenly, looking away quickly, she gave a sniff.

Branch immediately was on alert. He turned her chin to face him. "What's wrong? Poppy are you...crying??!"

What had he done, what did he do--?!!!

Poppy's smile got even more wobbly as she felt the tears slide down her cheeks. She giggled. "I know it's stupid for me to cry over," she sniffled, "but you are such an amazing part of this family, Branch. You don't realize how lucky we are. Even through your mistakes, you are our rock. Great fathers aren't just amazing people, they are also great examples. Sometimes of what not to do," she chuckled.

She leaned her forehead against his. "But that's what you are to us. Everything we could ever need."

Branch smiled, wiping her tears with his thumb, swiping it across her cheek.

"You know-- you made me like this."

The chuckle that came from him made her melt inside. "Well, it was a team effort."

"DONUTS! DONUTS!" the kids shrieked from outside their door. "DADDY WE'RE READYYY!!"

Branch laughed and got up. "Just a minute!!" He turned back to her from his closet. " You're sure nothing else is bothering you?"

Poppy shook her head happily from the bed. "Everything is absolutely perfect."

You are absolutely perfect.

Happy Birthday My Rock.

MWHAHAHAHA CHEESYYYYY (again) I need to work on my cheesy endings😭. But hope you enjoyed, I loved writing it! I hope it cured my writing block!💀 Hearts!!

[otomiyaa]

Diluc x Ticklish Male!Reader

Romantic + 11. “So, what will be your next excuse to tickle me?” Requested by @blue-little-angel for my 1K Followers Event🌻

You started it. Really, anyone would say you literally asked for it. But how could you help yourself? When Diluc was tying his hair in one of those pretty ponytails with his hair tie in his mouth, looking so gentle, charming, vulnerable, beautiful...

Well, your hand just acted on its own!

You reached out, tickled him and watched his adorable reaction unfold. The delight of watching him yelp with his arms shooting down, and seeing the blush spread on his cheeks, it was quite short-lived.

You went from giggling triumphantly to cackling your head off the moment he lunged at you, his fingers digging into your sides for a fitting tickly revenge.

"Cheeky little guy, you thought that was funny hmh?" he said with his hair tie still between his teeth as he tickled you, his attack calm and calculated, yet so very torturous.

"Yehehes! I'm sorry-ackhahha! Dil-Diluhuhuc wahahait!" you laughed, and you tried to jump up and get out of his reach, but this was a game easily won by him. You always failed at tickle fights against your evil boyfriend, no matter how much you tried to win.

It was a combination of those ticklish sensations and the way Diluc would always look whenever he tickled you: so charming and elegant, it made your entire mind and body go weak.

And it happened a lot, actually. Whether you teased him physically or verbally, whether he was trying to be romantic, playful or vengeful, or whenever you were too tired in the morning or too energetic, Diluc would find a reason to tickle you.

It became clear to you that he just enjoyed this way of showing affection, and you might like it even more. Despite the somewhat uncharming noises you made every now and then...

"Heehehehee NAhh! Not thehehere!" you howled when his wiggling fingers reached under your shirt. You weakly grabbed his hands but were unable to stop them from making you laugh. Diluc smirked at your attempts.

"You'd say that no matter where," was his soft answer, and with one hand he swiftly took the hair tie out of his mouth and put it around his wrist. He then pulled you tightly against him into a warm and comfortable hug, but, not without the tickles.

"Eyaaahaha! Okahahay I'm sohohorry! Yehehes?!" you laughed, kicking your legs in hysteria. Diluc merely scratched your tummy and sides and was able to turn you into such an embarrassing orchestra of sounds and noises with only little effort.

"Hmm," Diluc hummed, staring absent-mindedly in the distance while his fingers continued to scribble all over your ticklish areas.

"One more time," he suggested.

"I'm sohohorry for tihihickling you!" you howled, trying the more specific way. And it worked! Diluc only tickled you a little more after that, then he finally stopped.

"Whew. This time, I kinda deserved it," you agreed breathlessly, and you pulled your shirt back down to cover up your tummy which still felt ticklish even when Diluc's attack had stopped seconds ago.

"Hmm," Diluc responded quietly, and he nodded. You smirked, thinking it was so funny that for such a quiet guy, he sure was very tickly.

"So, what will be your next excuse to tickle me?” you asked, and you noticed from the way Diluc blushed that he wasn't ready to suddenly be confronted with his repetitive ways of punishing you, teasing you, and so on.

"Well... I-if you keep giving me reasons to..." Diluc looked you in the eye and paused mid-sentence, changing his mind. He then gave you a tender kiss on your lips and smiled.

"I mean... why would I need an excuse to tickle my boyfriend?" Diluc asked, no longer looking flustered. The one who was blushing like crazy: it was you again. Eep. 2-0 for Diluc! You collapsed against him and couldn't stop smiling, covering your face with your hands while you gathered your breath.

In the meantime, Diluc finally successfully finished tying his hair, looking even more beautiful. You were truly so lucky to have him!

[megamindsecretlair]

Mr. Black, Part 5

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), oral (male and fem receiving) , spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: The morning after spending an incredible night with Tre, he wakes you up with a morning surprise. You learn more about each other. Back at the office, things seemed to have calmed down between you until there's a surprise visitor.

Word Count: 7,425k

A/N: Whew, we getting into the nitty gritty between these two. But I think reader has reached an important milestone. This was so hot to write! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You woke up feeling like you were in the jaws of hell. Your thighs were slick with sweat. You slowly rose to consciousness and pushed your hand out, looking for the edge of your fluffy comforter, but you were met with a thinner one. You opened one eye to peek at it and last night came rushing back at you.

You turned your head and saw Tre still deep in sleep. His chest rumbled up and down with soft snores. One arm was draped over your middle and the other was beneath the pillow under your head. His leg was wrapped around yours. You were completely tucked into his chest.

You waited for the panic to settle in. You couldn’t remember the last time you woke up next to someone after getting thoroughly fucked to sleep. But strangely it didn’t come. You weren’t super comfortable, but you weren’t ready to run into the hill screaming bloody murder either. 

You watched him as he slept. He still looked so severe. As if he could wake up at any moment and order you around.

You were burning the fuck up, so you grabbed his hand to move it. He shifted and wrapped his hand around your stomach, pulling you deeper into his chest. His leg hiked up higher on yours and you flopped onto the bed. He was like a damn boulder! 

You tried to extricate his arm from around you but he only dug in. You huffed and nudged him with your elbow. You tried pushing him a little harder. You were uncomfortably sweaty. Under your boobs, your ass, your thighs. You needed some air, pronto. You shoved against him with all of your might but he was much larger than you. 

You shifted your hips trying to dislodge his leg. His big hand flexed against your tummy while his head dropped against your ear. “You ready for mornin’ dick?” He asked.

“You can’t be serious!” 

As if your vagina wasn’t worn out already. As if he hadn’t dragged you to heaven and back because he wasn’t done with you yet. As if he hadn’t been knocking the coins out of you for the past week!

But he only laughed. How was it fair that his voice was even sexier first thing in the morning? It was so low and deep and gravelly. Even as your mind was screaming for you to stand up, your pussy began to throb. 

Already, you were addicted to his touches. You told him last night that you didn’t want the sex to stop. And you meant it. You didn’t quite mean it this literally. 

He moved his hand down your stomach, flexing his fingers all over your skin. He began to nibble on your ear. Tugging the lobe in between his teeth and growling low in the back of his throat. 

“We need a safe word,” he said. He licked the shell of your ear and you moaned.

His fingers played with the curls at your pussy and you whined, needing more stimulation than that. He knew it too. His deft fingers skimmed just outside of your pussy lips and you moved your hips, trying to get his fingers to where you needed him most. He tightened his thighs so that his leg kept you from moving too much.

“Give me a safe word,” he said. He started to inch his fingers back up towards your stomach.

“I don’t know!” You whined.

“First thing that come to your mind,” he whispered. His breath fanned across your ear and neck and you blew out a breath. You were burning up for entirely different reasons now. Needy. Desperate. 

“Candy cane,” you said.

He chuckled. “Candy cane it is,” he said. He moved his hand lower, finally moving between your folds and growling in your ear at already finding you wet. 

“What do we have here,” he said. His dick twitched against your side, growing thicker. Your body hummed with the memory of what he did last night. What he said. 

Your body arched off of the bed as he dipped one finger inside of you. You clenched around his finger, not willing to let him go. “Needy little thing, ain’t you?” He asked.

You nodded. His thumb traced your clit and you moaned, closing your eyes and getting lost to the sensation of you getting wetter. His magical fingers working you up into a frenzy that had you shaking with lust. 

You felt your approaching orgasm and you began to push at his hand. It was coming entirely too fast and you couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t deal. But he was still too big to move. He only leaned up so he could look at your face while the orgasm came anyway, washing over you and making you moan loud as hell. 

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his nose, taking a deep breath before sucking on his fingers. “My favorite kind of breakfast.” 

His sleepy eyes narrowed even more as he finally got the hell off of you. Cool air met your skin where he previously occupied and you groaned. You’d definitely need another shower now. Preferably at your house so you didn’t show up to your family’s house smelling like sex and spice. 

He moved to kneel on the bed in front of you. He grabbed your legs and spread them open wide. His hand made sure to grip the chain around your thigh, pressing the ‘T’ into your skin. He stared at your dripping pussy with a smug look on his face. You clenched around nothing the longer he stared and he seemed to grow more excited as he watched you squirm. He licked his lips as he stared at your pussy, tilting his head one way and then the next.

You watched the emotions play out over his face and you wish you knew what he was thinking. What he was feeling. You had a peek behind the curtain yesterday and you selfishly wanted more. You wanted to listen to his voice and words and wrap them around you like a hug. It was still scary, but you were young. You didn’t have to label every fucking thing.

He laid down flat on his stomach, scooting in between your legs. Your thighs went over his shoulders as he delved in, lapping up your juices with his wide tongue. 

“Oh shit!” You yelled out. You gripped his head but he was determined. He pushed against you, flattening his tongue against your clit and flicking his tongue. You started to convulse, shaking beyond your control. 

“Oh, ouee,” you moaned. You watched him while he ate you out. His eyes were closed, wholly devoted to seeking your pleasure. His beard glistened with your running arousal and it only made your thighs shake harder. 

He slipped one hand in between you so that he could push his fingers back inside of you. Two pumped in and out of you lazily while he continued to attack your pussy, sucking in every last drop that you oozed out. He moved his other hand up along your belly and towards your breasts, tugging on one of your nipples.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. He pinched your nipples and you finally let go, finally let that orgasm sink you under and never let you up for air. You gasped and writhed, lost in another plane of existence while you let the orgasm wash over you. 

Tre continued to eat you out through you. His nasty, wet slurps hollowed out your chest. You wanted to sink into him. You wanted to intertwine your bodies so that you couldn’t tell where he began and you stopped. Stitched and pulled apart with a thin thread of pleasure to connect both of you. 

You flopped against the bed no longer able to support your weight on your elbows. You huffed for air as Tre placed wet kisses to your pussy, inner thighs, belly. He crawled up your body until you were face to face.

You smelled yourself on his lips. He ran his tongue across his teeth and tilted his head at you. It looked like he was trying to figure you out. In the haze of post-orgasm, you remembered that he said that he wanted to break you. Was he looking for signs of you tapping out? 

You hadn’t gotten what you really wanted yet so there was no way you were using your newly minted safe word. You smiled and closed the distance. You tasted your arousal on his tongue. He took his time running his tongue across yours. Letting you taste just how much he turned you on. 

Your kisses were wet and loud in the morning light. The darkness of his sheets and furniture did little to cut into the light poking through his blinds. The shadows played across his skin and you ran your hands over his shoulders, down his back, and cupped his ass.

He moaned and pushed his hips into yours, letting you feel that glorious monster of his. Your kisses continued lazily. He sucked on your bottom lip, retreating and converging in sloppy waves. 

Your body began to burn once more. You were achingly empty. Your pussy throbbed with absolute need. Your moans turned to whines as he was content to kiss you. His dick was just there, out of reach. 

He gyrated his hips, digging into you without entering you. Your hands moved up and down his body, wanting to feel all of him. Everywhere. The more you kissed, the lower he got until he was laying most of his weight on you.

You moaned, loving the unexplainable feeling of being crushed beneath him. He pulled away and hissed, moving his lips to your jaw and then your ear.

“Let me hear you beg a lil’ bit,” he said. 

You bit your lip suddenly feeling a little shy. Then again, he had been balls deep inside you plenty of times. He had a whole shower cap ready for you and still fucked you like you were a goddess. 

“Please, Sir, fuck me,” you moaned.

He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. He ground his hips into you.

“Ion think you really want it,” he said. He moved to sit back and you clutched his back, digging your nails in. You let him see how desperate you were. Still, he moved backwards, until he was able to stand up.

“Please! Fill me up! I’m so empty. Please,” you said. You leaned up on your elbows to watch him.

“I’m still not convinced,” he said. He looked down at you, tilting his head once more. 

You pouted a bit and widened your eyes. You sat up on the bed. “Please,” you whispered. 

He grinned and pulled you by your ankles to move to the edge of the bed. You yelped as you slid access the slick sheets. He moved his hand to grip his length and rolled the tip of his dick through your folds before moving down to your entrance and pushing in. He watched as your eyes widened further, as your mouth dropped open at the fullness of him. You pushed at his chest even though this was what you begged for. 

He grabbed your wrist and slammed it against the mattress. He pushed in further, deeper, and your head fell back against the mattress. He used his free hand to grab your right thigh, pulling it higher and over his shoulder.

You stared at him. Something bestial moved behind his eyes as he found an entirely new angle. “Oh shit,” you gasped. He kissed your ankle and calf as he moved inside of you slow and deep, giving you long strokes.

“Oh fuck me!” You moaned. You twisted your wrist, trying to move his hand so that you could push against his chest again. Your free hand gripped his ass and pulled him in harder. 

“What are your plans for today?” He asked.

“Whaa?” You looked at him. He had a determined look in his eye even as he was waiting for an answer. 

“I asked you a question,” he said. He increased his pace, slamming into you with force. You practically bounced on his dick with how hard he was fucking into you. 

You whined and moaned, eyes crossing as he fucked you. You couldn’t answer, couldn’t breathe, and this fucker wanted to play twenty-one questions? “F-family traditions,” you said.

“Nothing but family?” 

“Uhnf, think so?” You weren’t sure where he was going with this. He pushed into you with enough force that wet slaps split the air. Your thighs slapped together with his and his balls slapped against your ass. 

He kissed you, running his tongue across your lips. “I want you to put on another one of them sets you wore last night,” he said.

You bit your lip, feeling so aroused you wanted to scream. “Around my family?” You asked.

He nodded. “And come see me after,” he said. 

Shit, he was working the hell outta your pussy. Your thigh burned from where he held it over his shoulder. He bit into your calf and you cried out. 

“Say you’ll come see me,” he said. He looked back at you, staring into your eyes. 

Pressure built in your lower belly. He was stroking with such ferocity, you felt like you were the one that was going to be split in half. 

“You-ah-dictating what I wear?” You asked. Your head flopped uselessly on the bed. You could only get fucked and try to keep up with his strokes. Your breasts bounced with each stroke. 

“Say you’ll come see me,” he said. His strokes turned desperate, sloppily jerking into you like he was looking for the holy grail in between your legs. 

“Okay, Daddy,” you said, and huffed a laugh. You intended it as a joke since he wanted to start dictating shit around here. But he didn’t laugh with you. You turned your eyes towards him and his eyes were practically feral.

“Say it again,” he growled. 

Oh shit, oh shit, you fucked up. 

He dropped your leg and it slapped against his hip. He released your wrist and then dug his hands under your thighs. He hefted you up with your knees in the crook of his elbows.

“Say it again,” he hissed. He stood up with you cradled in his arms. A brief flash of panic coursed through you and you held onto his shoulders. 

“Sir!” You yelled.

“Say that shit again,” he said. The boss you knew no longer existed. There was a wild, untamed gleam in his eyes. An answering animalistic urge woke up within you.

“Yes Daddy,” you said. 

He groaned and pumped his arms, slamming you up and down on his length. You cried out. At this angle, he slipped completely out of you until only the tip of his dick remained inside of you. Then, you felt the entire length of him as you glided back down on him. 

“Oh fuck! Ouue, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!” You moaned. 

“Say that shit again,” he moaned low in his throat. 

“Daddy, I’m ‘bout to–” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you came ferociously. You shook and convulsed as if fireworks were detonated in your core. You saw flashes behind your closed eyelids as you came with a loud keening wail. 

You clenched down on his dick, squeezing him. “That’s a good girl, cumming all over Daddy’s dick. Let me feel it,” he moaned. He continued to pump inside of you, chasing his own orgasm in your wet heat. 

He threw his head back and grunted as he released inside of you. At this angle, he immediately came spilling back out. Some of his cum leaked down your ass and you moaned. You were so thoroughly claimed, you could die happy. 

You shook with sudden cold and Tre kissed your cheek. He walked you over to the bed and laid you down gently. Your huffing breaths mingled as you both climbed down off that precipice of pleasure. 

He groaned as he slipped out of you. He laid down next to you, cupping your cheek. He ducked down for a quick peck, too out of breath for more. But it was enough. He was still an asshole but at least he listened. 

He cuddled up next to you, pulling you until your head rested on his chest. You brought your right leg to drape over his. He fingered the chain around your thigh and sighed. There was a slight smile on his face. He kissed the top of your head and you kissed his chest.

For a brief moment, you two just sat there in the aftermath of a really intense session. Now that the adrenaline was leaving you, sensation returned to your thigh. You didn’t show bruises easily, but you were starting to feel twinges of pain on your thighs. You stretched it out, kind of turned on to be claimed so roughly. 

He rubbed your arm, rubbing feeling back into you. You still briefly shook, quick aftershocks from your orgasm. You kissed his chest. “I know cuddling isn’t your thing…” You were about to get up to relieve him of the burden, but he tightened his arm around your shoulder. 

“I’m where I need to be,” he said. He nudged his lips against your temple, cheek, and finally your lips. “You’ll come back here after?” He asked.

“It might be really late,” you said. You bit your lip. Why was it so hard to say no to him? You weren’t trying to run, but you weren’t kidding about needing patience. This was entirely new territory for you. 

He kissed your cheek again. It was like once you asked for that much, he couldn’t help continuing to do it. 

“I don’t want anything. No sex. Just us,” he said. 

You looked into his eyes. He seemed sincere…

“I’ll come back here after,” you said with a grin. Fuck it. Maybe you really did need to think less.

You spent Christmas Eve and Christmas with your family, enjoying the silly little traditions you had like opening one present on Christmas Eve and gathering around for food and drinks. The grown folks retreated to the Spades table, talking trash but trying to keep it light since ya’ll were trying to keep the holiday spirit.

Grandma whupped everyone’s ass, sweeping the table with a long string of profanities that the children cackled over. They told Grandma to put some money in the swear jar. Grandma told them to kiss her cookies. 

On Christmas Eve night, you went to Tre’s house, too exhausted to do anything more than enjoy a glass of wine and talk to him. He was…surprisingly funny. Even though you were dead tired, he rubbed your aching feet while he told you wild stories from his youth. His life could fill several movies. 

Stories about growing up scraping for every dollar he could get his hands on. Scuffling with the local roughnecks, getting into fights at school. You spent the whole time trying to reconcile the image he was painting with the man in front of you and just couldn’t picture it. He was always so well put together.

As promised, he kept his hands to himself. He rubbed your feet, legs, and arms, but there was nothing sneaky about it. He wasn’t trying to push you into sex when you were clearly worn out. He made you tell him all about your family and the traditions you had. You told him that Christmas was your favorite holiday and he told you that he didn’t have one. You tried to pester him, but he shrugged and told you that he worked holidays so they were just another day to him.

That night, he stripped you out of your clothes, showered with you (only showered), and then crawled into bed still whispering about your lives. It was like he was trying to speed run through all the dating questions you couldn’t do at an actual dinner. 

Did that bother you? Would you ever be able to show your face in public with this man? Did you want the scrutiny? 

You had to go home Christmas night because you didn’t have anything for work at his place. He offered to take you shopping in the morning for anything you needed and you had to do a lot of convincing to let him know that it was a bad idea. 

You reluctantly said good night to him, climbing into your car and headed home. You always thought that inviting anyone into your life meant giving up too much. You were aware of your faults. Constantly giving yourself to people until there was nothing of you left. And when you exerted some boundaries, the situation blew up in your face because they had already gotten used to you working yourself to death over them. They gaslit you into trying to make you believe that you lied to them in the beginning. 

You didn’t lie. You just wanted them to like you. You liked taking care of them but not to the point of making yourself sick. So up in flames the relationships went until you resigned yourself to quickies and brief flings. You worked hard to maintain boundaries. Keeping guys at arm’s length so that you don't have to pour too much of yourself into it.

You didn’t want anything to ruin that. You liked having space. You liked waking up alone, having quiet mornings to yourself. Pouring yourself some coffee, reading, and getting ready at your leisure. You could walk around your place butterball naked and who was gonna stop you? 

But this past weekend with Tre felt…different. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good. You didn’t feel like you were compromising anything about your hard earned safety or boundaries by being at his place. Though he loved to ice skate on your boundaries. He was damn convincing with those glasses, that beard, and that smooth skin that looked good enough to eat. 

You took a deep breath as you made it home and piddled around, cleaning this or that and starting a load of laundry. You had it bad for Tre. You could admit that in the comfort of your home and in the safety of your mind. You didn’t know what to do with the information. You only wished it wouldn’t bite you in the ass. 

Come Tuesday morning, you were refreshed and relaxed, combing through the invoices. He was going to ask about these soon. Especially when he glanced at his calendar and saw that you kept playing leapfrog with the meeting. How could you present inaccurate records to the client, showing that you had been overbilling them this entire time? 

Looking back into earlier records proved that you hadn’t miscalculated. You were a dumbass but you weren’t stupid. The client had been overbilled for years and now you were knee deep in records from five years ago. You feared that this was going to go back way to the beginning of the account. 

How did you even attempt to bring this up to Tre? 

He was currently in a phone meeting with a different client. You ran a quick check of those invoices, they were good. But they were also a smaller company. They would notice being overbilled. 

Since you had reached your new arrangement just this weekend, it seemed to dull the lust between you and Tre at work. He still gave you looks hot enough to scorch, but he wasn’t trying to rip your clothes off before work, during lunch, after work, and before you headed home. 

Speaking of lunch…

You grabbed your phone, ready to order something for the both of you. He told you that he still wanted to spend his lunches with you, whether or not he was having you as a dessert. 

Your core heated up just thinking about it. You could get used to getting fucked so often, he just had to give you a proper rest period. Your pussy was not Wonder Woman. 

“Hey!” You looked up to see Lee, a manager like Tre. She was a white woman with blond hair, tall for a woman, and wearing an oversized red suit. 

“I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting,” you said. 

Lee waved her hand. “I’m actually here to see you. I know you started during a difficult time. Well, you, and some other assistants. I just wanted to check in,” she said. 

“Oh! Thank you! I like working here,” you said. Thank goodness you couldn’t blush where anyone could see. You would be a walking neon sign if she could see how badly the tips of your ears burned. 

She nodded towards all the paperwork on your desk. “Tre isn’t working you to death, is he? Goodness, look at all this work!” Lee laughed but your radar immediately went up. It didn’t sound genuine and she leaned in, trying to glimpse what you were doing. 

You moved a binder and sat it on top of the papers, trying to block out the company name. The managers were the only ones who approved invoices. She and Tre weren’t the only managers there but you couldn’t rule them out.

Tre did seem to have a large amount of money for a manager, but then again, you looked up his job. He was making bank and a commission for every client he brought in. You assumed the same could be said for Lee, but until you had evidence or even a place to start looking, you only nodded.

“Not overworking me! Just, so much filing! His system is terrible. Men,” you said and laughed, affecting a ditzy routine. It didn’t usually work for Black girls but with your voice and height, it wasn’t too hard to make Lee think you were a ditz. You were just the clueless assistant, nothing to see here.

“Men, right. If you have a problem with him, you let me know okay?” She stopped trying to look at the paperwork on your desk but you weren’t sure if it was because you hid it or if she already saw which company you were looking at.

“Alright, give him my best. We’re still on for the meeting at three right?” 

“He will be there,” you said. 

Lee waved as she left and you narrowed your eyes as she walked away. When she stopped by another office, you moved the binder and went back to work. You were going to figure  this out. Not just for your sake, but for the company’s sake. They fired all these people because of the money someone stole. That wasn’t right.

You were lost in your thoughts when an overpowering floral scent assaulted your nose. You sneezed and looked up. 

A slender Black woman with an expensive black suit walked up to your desk. Her skirt looked painted on and her jacket was cinched at the waist with a large red belt. She carried a small black briefcase. Her hair was straight, held back by a headband. Who the fuck still wore headbands?

She breezed past you and you stood up, blocking her way to Tre’s door. “He’s in a meeting, may I help you?” 

The woman stepped back and blinked at you. She gave you a once over and you fought the urge to cover yourself. She smiled but it was more like a lift of her lips. 

“Aren’t you adorable! You must be new,” she said. She moved to get around you and you blocked her way once more.

“He’s still in a meeting,” you said. You could already feel your voice shaking and fingers feeling numb. You hated confrontation but you stood your ground with your head held high. 

The woman giggled. “Im Brianna,” she said, as if it made any difference.

“Nice to meet you, Brianna. He’s in a meeting,” you said. Damn, did she need to clean out her ears? 

Brianna smiled and leaned in conspiratorially. “I am the meeting, dear,” she said. 

She brushed past you anyway and you turned to follow her into Tre’s office. But she was already closing the door in your face with a wink. 

Your mouth dropped open with a silent gasp. If you tried something like that while he was in a meeting, he’d bite your head off. He did not play about being interrupted, no matter what. 

You stood there and waited for the inevitable yelling or his fury to shake the walls of his office. But you didn’t hear anything. Either the walls were better than you thought, or he wasn’t screaming bloody murder.

You frowned and returned to your desk, waking up your computer to check his calendar. There was no fuckin’ Brianna listed. You searched through his calendar before you came aboard. 

Either the previous assistant was a bigger dumbass than you or Brianna was some mysterious person with an alias on his calendar. Was that a thing? Did skeevy bosses still pencil in their dick appointments? 

Your nails tapped on the desk, the fresh manicure he paid for silently mocking you. Did he have ten black cards that he handed out to all of his conquests? Did he have that much money? Your stomach gurgled the longer little miss Brianna stayed in his office without him throwing her out. 

You would not be jealous, you would not be jealous…

Your phone dinged and his lunch had arrived. He was still in the office. How long did it take to throw a delusional woman out on her ass? You left your desk area, too anxious to do so, but you needed to grab the food.

You used the walk to try and calm your nerves. You armed yourself with the knowledge that he was balls deep inside you this weekend. He hadn’t even glanced at his phone while he was with you. But what was he up to when you were gone to your family’s place? 

You grabbed the food from the driver and thanked him. When you got back to your desk, his door was still closed. You knew he hated for his food to get cold, but what could you do? 

If he had her on the desk, legs spread, and you walked in, you were going to be sick. You finally felt like you had the hang of this job. You didn’t want to have to leave it over dick. 

You squared your shoulders. Rip the bandaid off. You entered his office without knocking. They were still clothed, thank god. Brianna sat on the edge of his desk, far too close for your comfort. 

She looked up and turned predatory eyes towards you. It was nothing in her facial expression to throw you off, but you were pretty good at reading people’s eyes. She was no longer looking at you like an “adorable little assistant”. She looked at you like you were competition. Like she was sizing you up for a fight. 

Tre smiled when you entered. He was sitting down, leaning back in his seat. Well…at least they weren’t naked. 

“Your lunch,” you said. You placed his food on his desk. This was beyond fucking awkward but you weren’t going to let her bother you. 

“Tre, do all of your assistants knock without entering? Can’t find good help these days?” Brianna asked.

“Stop it,” Tre said. 

Brianna only smiled, keeping her eyes on you. “How long have you had this one?” 

Tre snapped his eyes towards you. His eyes looked pleading but you kept your expression cold. It was far too early to have the exes conversation, but if he had exes that were going to be dropping by, throwing their goodies in his face, it was wrong to blindside you. 

“Brianna is only staying for lunch,” he told you. 

Ah. You nodded. “Is there anything else you need, Sir?” You asked, your voice the picture of ice. You wrapped that ice around you and let it cool your heated blood. You didn’t like this shit one fucking bit. 

“Sir? Oh, did you train her or is she naturally that adorable?” 

You kept your eyes on Tre. She had one more fucking time to call you adorable. You weren’t above fighting, but you’d be damned if you fought over some dick. Some phenomenal dick, but still…dick. 

You weren’t going to act crazy. It was his initial around your thigh. He had been buried between your legs all last week and this weekend. Shit didn’t change just because a Barbie doll strolled through town.

“Let me know when you want me to take out the trash,” you said. You looked at Brianna when you said trash and gave her an icy smile. You turned and walked out, closing the door behind you. 

You were tempted to fucking disappear. In fact, the more you thought about it, the more it sounded like a great fucking idea. You didn’t want to seem like a coward though. It’d serve him right if you up and disappeared and he worried for you like that. 

But you didn’t have a petty bone in your body. You didn’t want anyone to worry about you. Worse, you didn’t want to come back and realize that he didn’t worry about you at all. You were a bundle of nerves and you hated it.

As soon as his lunch hour ended, his door opened. Brianna came flying out of the office but when she saw you sitting there, she stopped and composed herself. She gave you a sneer and looked back at Tre. 

“You might want to open a window, it stinks in here,” she said.

“”I’m sure the stench will clear in the next minute or two,” you said sweetly. You even smiled. She only sucked her teeth and walked off, swinging her nonexistent ass. 

“Come in,” Tre sighed, as if he was already gearing up for a fight.

“I’m busy,” you said. 

He called your name but you didn’t spare him a glance. You swiveled in your seat and went back to your invoices. 

“You really want to have this conversation where anyone can hear?” He asked. 

You ignored him as you looked between the invoices. You weren’t going to make a scene, not at the office. You had already tempted fate more than you liked and you weren’t about to air out dirty laundry in front of the whole office. 

“I’m talking to you,” he said.

“I’m ignoring you,” you said. 

Tre sighed. He grabbed your arm and you yanked it out of his grasp. You turned fiery eyes towards him. “Are you out of your mind?” You asked, your voice low but clear. You looked around at any wandering eyes. Hell at this point, you two were a walking telenovela. 

“You’re not going to use this as an excuse to run,” he said.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

He gripped the back of your seat and pulled you into his office. You were too busy holding on to consider simply standing up to get away. Once you thought that, you were already in the office and he was slamming the door shut. 

“Brianna is an ex,” he said.

“Really? I thought she was the cleaning lady,” you said.

“Check your attitude. I’m trying to explain,” he said.

“Don’t need one,” you said. You crossed your arms. You knew you were acting childish, but you couldn’t help it. Brianna was exactly the type of adult you should be. Confident, sexy, wrapping men like Tre around their little fingers.

Instead, you were the adorable assistant playing way out of her league. And you hated that feeling. It churned like acid. You knew you were stupid to get involved with Tre. You knew this. And you fell into his arms anyway. 

Brianna was probably laughing her ass off on her way to wherever hole she crawled out of. You felt out of sorts, after having such an incredible weekend. 

Tre sighed and locked his door. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you from your chair. He dragged you around his desk and pushed you against it.

“You’re out of your fuckin’ mind if you think we’re about to have sex,” you said. 

A swift, hard smack to your ass cut off your next complaint. “What the fu–” 

Another smack landed on your ass and your knees buckled. He showed no mercy. He pressed his mouth against your ear. 

“I would fuck the attitude out of you but I’m the only one who gets to hear you screaming. You’re lucky you’re not over my knee right now,” he said. 

Fuck him. Fuck him straight to hell because his words and him manhandling you only turned you on. What kind of magic spell did he weave this past weekend, where he seemed to have a direct line to your throbbing pussy?

This was so fucked. You pushed at him with your elbow but he crowded your space, leaving enough room for him to land several blows to your ass. Your butt stung with pain and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“Look at where I am. I’m here with you. I’m going against everything 

I ever fuckin’ stood for to tell you that I’m not going any fuckin’ where.” 

Your hands gripped the edge of his desk, squeezing the life from the wood as your ass sang with pain. You wanted to run like a little jack rabbit. This wasn’t what you signed up for. You should’ve never taken this fucking job. 

“You told me you were in it. That doesn’t change because of a blast from the past,” he whispered harshly in your ear.

“Blast from the recent past,” you said. 

“Not since before I even met you. I was already considering dumping Brianna. We’re too much alike,” he said. 

You fought everything in you to believe him. You bit the corner of your cheek, unwilling to shed a tear. This has gotten way out of hand. But you forced yourself to deal. Forced yourself to stand here, ass stinging, and face the same truth you discovered on your way home.

You were in too deep with Tre to back out now. Look at how you acted over this. Imagine if it had been something worse. You acted completely out of character. You weren’t usually the possessive type. After so many people leaving you, you made sure not to hold on to anyone. If people want to leave your life, you let them go. Period.

But fuck him. You wanted him. You wanted to keep him. You burned with the knowledge. The growing dampness between your legs let you know that you wanted him physically but it was more than that. You liked hearing him talk about his life. You liked listening to him laugh. He was changing so much shit about himself to accommodate you. 

“If this is going to work between us, you have to be honest. We did this shit out of order, so I want to know everything,” you said. 

Tre let out a shaky breath, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Honest,” he promised. He kissed the back of your neck. You looked at his computer, he had time before his meeting. 

You flipped around in his arms. He kept his face calm but his eyes were rolling with a dark storm. You pushed on him until he relented and stepped back. 

“If this is going to work, you’re mine,” you said. 

Tre narrowed his eyes. You pushed him to sit down in his seat. You hiked up your gray dress, exposing a matching pair of thin, lace panties. You pulled those down and the T on your chain tickled your thigh as you brought the panties down over it. You stepped out of it, placing it in his jacket pocket. 

He lifted his eyebrow at you. “Mine,” you reiterated.  

You didn’t have anything to mark him with. Anything you could buy him, he could buy himself ten times over. Any bites you left behind would fade over time. Any way to stake your claim were all temporary. 

The only thing you could do was respond as he would. With action. You tore at his pants, unbuckling his belt and freeing his straining dick. He groaned and reached out to touch you.

“Hands on the arm rests or I stop,” you snapped. 

He held up his hands and lowered them towards the arm rests. You dropped to your knees, sucking him into your mouth. He hissed and his hips bucked forward. You slobbered on him, getting him as wet as possible before standing up and straddling him. 

This was the boldest fucking thing you’d ever done. You didn’t know where this audacity came from. But you were sick of being on uneven ground. Caught off guard, not knowing what the hell he was going to do next. You suspected that it would always be like that. He was just a man through and through. You couldn’t tell a man shit. 

But this you could do. You could surprise him from time to time. You could match his actions. Show him that you weren’t running. You were in it. You didn’t go back on your word lightly. 

You kissed him harshly. More like a brand than a kiss. Your mouths meshed together, teeth scraping, tongues dueling. The chair groaned from how hard he was gripping the arm rests. 

“Say you’re mine,” you said. You pulled back enough to look into his eyes.

“I’m yours,” he moaned into your mouth. 

“Say it again,” you commanded.

“I’m yours,” he answered automatically. 

You grabbed his dick and positioned it at your entrance. You weren’t half as cruel as him. You could tease him mercilessly. You could tease his dick around your entrance until he was a drooling, slobbering idiot, begging to get inside of you. But you needed this as much as he did. You wanted it more.

You sat down on his dick and his head dropped back, with a strained groan. You buried your mouth into his suit jacket, biting down and beginning to ride him slowly. 

You leaned up and sank down onto his length, gripping the back of his neck with both hands. You looked into his eyes and rode him at your leisure. You set the pace. You let him know that this shit went both ways.

“Fuck, baby. Let me touch you,” he said.

“No,” you said. You continued to ride him and chase your orgasm. It steadily built low in your belly. It was an angry, wicked thing stirring up inside of you until you were bucking your hips faster and holding onto his neck for dear life.

You came with a muffled cry, shaking on him. He groaned and released himself inside of you with an equally strained sound escaping low in his throat. 

You kissed him again. His beard tickled your chin but you kept going, kept kissing him and claiming him though it would never be enough. 

“I’m yours, baby, I swear. Let me touch you,” he said, kissing your cheek and neck. 

“Don’t let go,” you said. You dropped your chin to his shoulder. Tre’s arms came around you and hugged you close, crushing you to his body. 

“Never,” he promised. “Never letting go.”

“I’m never letting go,” you promised right back.

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[faggot-vampire-dies-epicly]

Tear me to pieces

Summary: Vanessa was annoyed. Her dad had sent her to check on you at the old Freddy's location on the outskirts of town. She expected the eerie atmosphere and dusty hallways, but she didn’t expect the way you made her feel. | Words: 6,031K

Warnings: Semi-graphic depictions of corpses. Death, murder, missing people, references of child death/murder. Parental abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, manipulation. Cursing. A slight sexual joke. Heavy angst, hurt/almost no comfort. William is an asshole on this one, you guys. Fem!Reader.

A/N: Whew, this took so long! But I'm kind of proud on how this turned out, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I went out of my way to make William as shitty as possible because I love making Vanessa suffer, and well, there's also sort of a plot twist? It's probably pretty obvious but I tried to keep it in the dark a little :). Title is from Lovely by Billie Eilish & Khalid/Inspired by the entire album of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, by My Chemical Romance.

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She had arrived at least fifteen minutes ago, but her headache from her father’s berating had not yet subsided. She really wasn’t in the mood to make any effort. In spite of William’s scolding, she wanted just to fulfill her father’s orders in the most half-assed-and-bare-minimum-effort way possible.

Vanessa sighed, staring at the restaurant’s sign. The letters of the neon sign glowed dimly over the parking lot.

She cursed under her breath and got out of the car. She opened the trunk and took out the bag where she kept his fake police uniform. Her father had been trying to convince her for months to enroll into the police force, but she had refused over and over again. Vanessa knew he just wanted her to cover for him, and she refused to be more involved in his crimes than she already was.

She put the uniform over her normal civil clothes, grabbed the fake police badge and the ID and stepped out of the car. 

Vanessa took a deep breath and finally walked to the entrance. 

Doing these checkups was never easy for her. She got to meet pretty mundane people who were practically doomed from the start. From middle aged parents that just needed the job to survive with their kids to college students and teenagers that were fresh out of high school and just wanted to make some money to buy a car or go out with their friends.

They never lasted. Never.

Unfair was an understatement.

At least her father didn’t have to do with the disappearance of the majority. Most of them she would find inside Freddy. It wasn’t pretty. It didn’t get any easier, but at least she knew her father wasn’t the real cause in the end. Or that’s how she tried to convince herself.

She rang the bell, waiting for the guard of this month (or perhaps of this week only) to come out.

She looked back at the parking lot. It was empty except for her car, parked on the darkest corner she could find. The door opened and she snapped her head back to the entrance.

And she saw you, looking confused.

“Is there anything I can help you with, officer?”

She stared at you for a moment. “Another college kid?” she thought wryly, “she’s not even going to last the full week”.

Vanessa forced a smile, suddenly becoming too aware of the way your gaze wouldn’t leave her face.

“Hi,” she said in a slightly strangled voice. You frowned.

She blushed slightly and cleared her throat. “Sorry. I’m Officer Shelly. Vanessa Shelly,” she laughed awkwardly.

Vanessa extended her hand out, hoping you would understand the gesture and shook it. You complied. It was gentle, but firm. 

It made her skin tingle.

Vanessa swallowed, trying to shake the feeling away. 

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious,” she began. “I just wanted to check on you. When there’s a new night guard in this place, word spreads fast.” 

You made a confused face, but you nodded. She smiled at you, “can I come in?”

“Um,” you hesitated, then sighed. “Yeah, sure,” you said while stepping aside. She gave you a polite smile and she went into the restaurant.

Once inside, she looked around. It looked the same every time, but that didn’t make it any less dreadful.

The place used to be crammed with kids and their families. There were always birthday celebrations, kindergarten graduation parties, some people just going for a quick bite after a long day. Hell, sometimes even some high school students would show up after homecoming.

She remembered it well. The smell of pizza, the laughter of children, the animatronics singing and dancing. 

And then, her father inside the suit. The police sirens, mothers crying, fathers yelling.

A chill runned down her spine, snapping her out of the memories. You eyed her curiously at the sudden reaction, but said nothing. 

Vanessa cleared her throat again, “how long have you been working here?”

You licked your lips, an action Vanessa got too caught on. “A couple of days only.”

She hummed, nodding. “Has anything weird happened?” You swallowed, “weird how?”

Vanessa shrugged. “Like someone trying to break in,” she said casually, glancing around. “Or,” she trailed off, “equipment malfunctioning, like the monitors, or the cameras, or…”

She turned to face you. “Maybe the animatronics getting a bit quirky.” She tried to be as nonchalant as possible while mentioning the animatronics.

You seemed to tense up slightly, opening your mouth to answer but then snapping it shut again.

“No,” you said finally, with a slightly higher pitch than usual. “Nope. Nothing like that has happened, ma’am.”

Vanessa grimaced at the formal way you addressed her. “Please,” she forced some humor into her voice, “don’t call me that.”

“Oh,” you breathed out, “I’m sorry Officer–”

She raised her hand, signaling for you to stop talking. “Just,” she sighed, “just call me Vanessa.”

You breathed out softly. “Sorry, Vanessa.”

The way you said her name had her avoiding your gaze nervously. “God, Vanessa, get a grip,” she thought.

“It’s fine,” she dismissed quickly.

You two stood there in an awkward silence for a few moments. She couldn’t bear it.

“So, what made you decide to work at Freddy’s?” Vanessa internally scolded herself for asking something so stupid and personal.

“Oh,” you said, shrugging. “I just wanted to make some money before the school year starts.”

Vanessa nodded slowly, “Highschool?”

You shook your head. “College, actually.”

Her eyes widened, you looked younger than you were then.

“That’s,” she blinked a few times, “nice.”

You nodded awkwardly, and she smiled. “What’s your major?”

“English literature.”

“That sounds interesting,” she said thoughtfully.

“You know, I never considered going to college,” Vanessa murmured, thinking how her father would reduce her to dust if she even dared to suggest the idea.

“Is that why you’re a cop?” You said bluntly. You quickly realized how that sounded and attempted to take it back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Vanessa stared at you blankly for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

You smiled, confused. 

“Don’t worry. It is probably why I am a cop, yeah,” she said, smiling, trying to regain her composure.

Not one of the previous had charmed her enough to even smile, and now you were making her laugh.

She obviously couldn’t tell you that she wasn’t actually a cop. She sighed, gazing at the clock that hung on the wall. “Well, I better get going, I still have to patrol a couple of blocks,” she lied.

You nodded, understanding, and then escorted her to the door.

“I may come back another night to see how you’re doing, alright?” 

“Sure.”

Vanessa nodded, but before you closed the door, she spoke again. “You never told me your name.”

You smiled, “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” she echoed, then nodded. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too, Vanessa.”

And with that she made her way back to her car, her heart pounding inside her chest.

She returned four days later by her father’s order. 

Same routine. Choose the darkest spot in the parking lot, put the fake uniform on top of her normal clothes, grab her fake badge and fake ID and put on her bravest face. 

It was the same procedure she had done for years. Except, of course, that this time it was pouring, and she hadn’t brought a rain coat with her.

She frantically rang the bell, feeling the rain wet her clothes and soak her to the bone. 

You opened the door, letting her through. She mumbled a thank you as she rushed inside.

“God, you’re soaked,” you murmured. She snapped her head towards you, almost straining her neck, and you blushed at how that sounded. “I, I meant–” 

Vanessa sighed, looking at her uniform, “I know what you meant,” she grumbled.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “I think there’s a towel in the office. Come with me.”

She followed you to the office while shivering. You offered your chair for her to sit and she gladly accepted it.

She watched you search every corner of your office for a towel, but the only thing you could find was a handkerchief. 

“Sorry, this is all I have,” you scratched the back of your neck as you offered the piece of cloth. She took with trembling fingers, and immediately dried her face.

“What brings you here again?” You asked, sitting on your desk. She sighed, untying her hair to try and dry it a bit with the handkerchief. 

“I just want to see how you are doing, honestly,” she said, making a face. “I didn’t read the weather forecast, as you can see.”

You chuckled a bit, “you’re going to be fine.”

A beat passed and you spoke up again, “actually, I have coffee, would you like some?”

She groaned softly. “Oh my God. Yes, please.”

You chuckled again, taking out a thermos from your backpack and pouring some in the mug sitting on the desk.

She took the coffee hastily and took a sip, humming in contentment. “I think you’re the first guard to bring coffee to the job,” she murmured. You raised your eyebrows.

“Okay, first of all, that’s ridiculous. The job is being a night guard, I can’t be the only one,” you rolled your eyes, and she smiled into the mug. “And second of all,” you looked into her eyes, “you met the other guards?”

Vanessa choked on the hot liquid, and coughed. She had said too much.

“Um,” she said, trying to recover. “Well, I met some of them,” she laughed awkwardly, avoiding your eyes. You hummed, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

“And how were they like?”

Vanessa sighed, as flashbacks flooded her mind. 

Sometimes she would find their bodies still sitting on the chair, their head laid down on the desk. She would consider herself lucky when she found them like that. Usually they had been just stabbed on the chest, or the stomach. It was probably Foxy, or that’s what she liked to think.

Other times she would find them in the supply closet. Dismembered, split in a half, headless, or smashed. She would have to hide the bodies and additionally clean the whole room. 

The animatronics were relentless, especially, she had come to realize, if the person looked like her father, even if it was just the minimum. 

She didn’t blame them of course. They had been trapped in there for at least two decades, and even if they had forgotten what happened, and who did them wrong, they still subconsciously searched for vengeance.

“Vanessa?” 

She snapped out of her thoughts, “yes?”

“What were the other night guards like? I mean,” you shifted on the desk, leaning in. “I mean, I’ve heard that most of them went missing. But that can’t be true, can’t it? That’s too many people to be a coincidence.”

She swallowed, looking at the remaining sip of coffee on the mug.

Vanessa cleared her throat in an effort to regain her composure. “Well, I’m sure most of them simply quit.”

“You don’t seem so sure,” you said, arching an eyebrow. She tried to brush it off by chuckling. 

“I mean,” she sighed, “it would be too many people to be a coincidence, like you said. People don’t just… disappear.” 

You frowned. The tone in which she had said it made your curiosity rise. 

Just as you were about to ask her to explain what she meant, she drank the last of the coffee and handed you the mug.

“Well, thanks for the coffee,” she looked down at her hands, where she was holding the handkerchief. “And for the…” she waved the piece of cloth, “this.”

You smiled and her heart sped up. “Sure thing."

It had become a routine. She came back to supposedly check on you, but in reality she just wanted to see you. To hear you.

She ached to look at you as you ranted to her about a boring book you had been reading lately. 

She brought you dinner sometimes, which you always took with a smile, and a thank you in a soft voice, which made her heart leap into her chest.

Vanessa wasn't what people would call experienced in love, much less in dating, or relationships, but she knew that what you made her feel was not only attraction, but also affection.

Affection had always eluded Vanessa. First from her father, given his nature, and then from her mother, who vanished from the face of the Earth when Vanessa was a child.

But you were different. You seemed to exhale affection through your pores. It was so natural for you, whether with her or with everything else, that she could feel devotion slowly consuming her.

Her father had started to suspect that something was up. He had always controlled her outings, only letting her out at night to fulfill her duties as his spy, but she was checking on the guard a little too much for his liking.

He had even cornered her, grabbing her arm tightly and pressing her against the wall. “I’m warning you, Vanessa,” he said. “If I find out that you are crossing the line between my orders and your personal matters, it’s not going to end well for either of you. Especially not for her.”

She had suppressed a shiver as William let go of her arm.

Vanessa knew it was risky, but she didn’t want to stop. In fact, she couldn’t. It’s like she had become addicted to you.

Addicted to your smile, your humor, your voice. 

She hadn’t even touched you yet, aside from the handshake on the first night she met you, and the occasional brush of hands when she handed you some food, or when you gave her a mug filled with coffee.

She loved to hear you rant about the books you read, even if she thought that reading was boring, especially the books you always chose to read.

“I’m telling you,” you said, “this has to have some truth to it!” You exclaimed, holding the book up, whose cover read “The Turn of the Screw.” 

“What if ghosts do exist?” You continued. She rolled her eyes, slightly unamused by your interest in the supernatural. 

She knew ghosts were real. The whole place was a proof of it. All the deaths, and the attacks, it was obvious what had provoked them, but she remained silent as you kept speaking.

“I mean,” you continued, “you know energy can’t be destroyed, right? And humans are energy. So what really happens to our energy when we die?”

You seemed fascinated by the concept of ghosts now. All thanks to that stupid book.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious,” Vanessa scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes, “you just don’t get it.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “Yeah, that’s probably it.”

You grinned, “I could lend you the book if you want.” She chuckled.

“That won’t be necessary, believe me. I know enough thanks to what you have told me,” she smiled.

“Well, that sounds like you don’t like reading.”

 She laughed, “Not all of us can be workbooks like you, you know?”

Your grin widened. “You just don’t appreciate the beauty of reading and analyzing.”

Vanessa hummed, and smirked, “that must be why I became a cop.” You groaned. “God, no. I thought you had forgotten about that.” She smiled.

“I never forget the things you tell me,” she said softly. 

You smiled softly, blushing slightly while you looked down at your book. On the page you were left on you put the handkerchief, which you were now using as a separator, and closed the book.

“You know,” you spoke softly. “I know that might have sounded pretty mean. But I said it as a compliment.”

She met your gaze, “how so?”

You licked your lips. “Well, I could never be a cop. To be a cop you need to be brave, smart and caring. Reading is something I’ve always loved, that’s why I’m majoring in english literature, but you,” you paused. “You became a police officer to help people, something that has never crossed my mind.”

Vanessa swallowed, knowing that she wasn’t a real cop, and that she wasn’t pretending to help anyone but herself and her father.

“Your decision to pursue a career that allows you to help others doesn't compare to my futile decision to study literature because I like to read and be annoying.” You smiled at her again. “I could never be like you, and I admire you, honestly.”

She felt a little overcome with emotion, and completely filled with guilt. She swallowed her feelings down.

“Thank you. For your kind words.”

You grinned, “as long as I’m alive you’ll get to hear more kind words coming from me.”

One night, when Vanessa descended the staircase, carrying the bag with her fake belongings, William was waiting for her at the foot of the steps, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

He wore that look he always had when he was planning something, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Vanessa,” he began, his voice cold like ice, “where are you going?”

She swallowed, lifting the bag for her father to see, hoping he would deduce her intentions, but he merely arched an eyebrow. “I’m going to Freddy’s”, Vanessa said in a small voice, “to check on the night guard.”

She brushed past him, walking towards the garage.

“You’ve been checking on her an awful lot lately, hm?” 

William trailed behind her, his pace slowly but his steps wide.

Vanessa didn’t turn to look at him. She opened the car’s trunk, throwing the bag inside, and just hummed in acknowledgement to her dad’s words.

“Is there a reason why?” William insisted.

Vanessa sighed. “No, dad. I just want to keep an eye on her,” she closed the trunk with more force than she intended to. “I’m just doing as you told me. I’m just doing what you entrusted me to do.” 

He hummed, sounding more like the typical cartoon villain than an actual man. 

“Remember what I told you, Vanessa.”

Vanessa didn’t answer, she just opened the driver’s side door, and got into the car.

Just as she was adjusting the mirror by her window, William grabbed her wrist tightly, and squeezed even tighter.

Vanessa groaned.

“I’m serious, Vanessa,” he leaned closer to her through the window, towering over his daughter. Vanessa felt herself shrinking on her seat.

"If I catch you spilling your guts to that filthy little friend of yours, I'll skin her alive, and you, dear daughter, I'll lock you up in the basement with the prototypes of animatronics I've been working on.”

Vanessa’s breath got caught in her throat. “Dad–” she tried to explain, but he just kept talking, squeezing her wrist harder.

“And I assure you, little girl,” William practically sneered, “this time those animatronics will serve their purpose if you dare come near them."

Finally, he let go of her wrist, or rather, he flung it away from him, and Vanessa's hand hit the mirror.

William walked away, slamming the door behind him as he left the room.

Vanessa sat there, still trembling, holding onto her hand, which hurt pretty bad. But she didn’t know what was worse, if the physical pain, the threats against you, or the threats against her.

When she had finally calmed down enough, she turned on the engine, and drove away.

Away from her father, and looking for you.

Your smile had disappeared, and turned instead into a frown as soon as you saw the state she was in. 

A nervous mess, with tense shoulders, and a bruise starting to form on her wrist. Wide, alert eyes met yours instead of the usual bright eyes that typically greeted you.

You closed the door behind her, the atmosphere was so tense that it could have been cut with a knife.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she sighed, leaning against one of the tables that were used for dinning back in the day.

You crossed the distance between you and her in two seconds, and delicately took her injured wrist.

“Then what is this?”

Vanessa’s pulse quickened. You were touching her.

Your skin felt so soft, so warm, and inviting. She suppressed a shiver as she swallowed dryly and looked away. 

“That’s just,” she gestured with her other hand, “an occupational hazard.” “I've never seen you have one of these before," you murmured. “Does it hurt?” You asked as you poked the bruise lightly. Vanessa hissed.

“Shit–” you let go of her hand as if it burned you. “I’m so sorry–”

“It’s fine,” she cut you off. “I’m fine, really.” She ran a hand through her carefully arranged ponytailed hair. “That just… happens sometimes. Sometimes things just happen to you, and you can’t explain why.” She swallowed, “you never know if you did something to cause them, or if that is just how life works.” You opened your mouth to say something, but then closed it again.

“Come with me,” you said finally, walking towards your office.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately followed you.

Once inside, you took your backpack and began to search inside. After a few moments, you pulled out a cold juice can wrapped in the handkerchief from last time.

“I brought this because I wanted to give it to you,” you said after you saw Vanessa’s look of confusion. “But I have books in my backpack, I don’t want them to get wet.” 

You unwrapped the handkerchief, which was now cold. With a subtle gesture, you  extended your hand towards her, indicating for her to bring her wrist closer.

She complied. You took her wrist, wrapping the cold cloth around it.

“There,” you said, “that’ll help with the swelling.” 

She took a deep breath, touched by the gesture.

“Thank you,” Vanessa said, meeting your gaze as she smiled softly.

“Anytime,” you replied, offering the juice can to her. “Besides, it matches your uniform.”

Vanessa smiled, taking the can from your hand. Her fingers brushed against yours, which caused a tingle to go down her spine.

Your smile widened, your eyes traveling to her injured wrist. “I hope it helps,” you gestured towards the piece of cloth wrapped around her wrist.

Vanessa nodded, pulling the tab from the can, and resting her lips on the cold surface of the lid. “It already feels better,” she admitted with a soft voice.

“Good,” you replied. You both stood there in silence, and Vanessa couldn’t help but notice that providing her with some comfort made you look strangely content.

“Have you seen the animatronics perform?” She asked suddenly.

You huffed a laugh. “Uh, no. Not really.”

She took a sip from the juice, “would you like to?”

You met her gaze, holding it for a second, and then you nodded.

When Vanessa woke up the next day, she lay in bed, mulling over everything that had happened the night before.

You giving her your handkerchief to help with the swelling of her wrist, the juice can, the animatronics' performance, the dancing, the way you rested your forehead against hers as you laughed after tripping over your own feet.

It felt surreal, to say the least.

When she finally decided to descend the stairs to find something to eat, her father was in the dining room reading the newspaper.

Their eyes met, but due to the fight from the night before, neither of them said anything and shortly after, William disappeared from her sight.

She was relieved, of course. A day without William meant a day without problems. No arguments, no empty threats, and no deathly stares.

Vanessa decided to just stay in and relax. It was true that she was glad William wasn’t around, but she didn’t want to upset him further by going out without permission. With her going out almost every night, deliberately disobeying him and lying to his face. She didn’t want to think about what could happen if he found out.

Hours passed and Vanessa was growing worried. Had something happened to him? 

It was true that whenever they were together, Vanessa felt like she had to walk on eggshells, always being on edge. But he was her dad after all, wasn't he? Her only family.

After a while of pacing out in front of the door, Vanessa sat down.

She started dozing off, and just when the clock was about to strike midnight, the door opened, with a very calm William stepping inside.

Vanessa immediately jumped from her seat, rushing to him.

William gave her an exasperated look, but smiled to her nonetheless.

He unceremoniously walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge, and Vanessa trailed behind him.

“Dad?”

William ignored her, taking the carton of milk out of the fridge, and setting it on the table. He then turned to the cupboard, taking out a mug, and lastly, took out powdered coffee from the kitchen cabinet.

“Dad,” Vanessa insisted. What was his deal now? Was he going to ignore her until his anger had dissipated?

He turned around, turning on the hot water, and filling his cup, which was now full of coffee powder. He hummed a tune, one Vanessa could recognize from the songs the animatronics used to play, she clenched her fists.

“Father,” her patience was running out, her voice was more commanding this time.

William continued on his task, now pouring the milk after having dissolved the coffee with water. Then he took the sugar jar and opened it.

She hated him. She hated him so much.

She hated his smugness, his incredibly enormous ego, the total dismissal of her feelings, the threats, the fights, the screaming, the hits –

Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. What was his problem? All Vanessa had ever done was to please him, and when she displeased him just once, he preferred to be away all day and ignore her afterward.

“Look at me!” she all but growled. 

William audibly sighed, taking a sip out of his drink. He put the mug on the counter, and finally acknowledged Vanessa’s presence.

“Tell me,” he said in a monotone voice, “are you going to visit your little friend today?”

Vanessa swallowed. “No, I’m not.”

William raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really? That’s surprising.” 

Vanessa opened her mouth to answer, but he interrupted her with a low chuckle. “I mean, you were so eager to see her last night, weren’t you?”

She inhaled, trying to relax and push her uncomfort down. “Yes,” she said between her teeth. “But since it upset you, I’m not going to go check on her for at least a couple of days.”

William hummed.

“Is that satisfying enough for you, father?”

“Bah,” with a dismissive gesture, he waved off her words, turning his head to the side with disdain.

“Playing the “father” card with me, like you’re a little kid,” he murmured to himself. “I know what you’re doing,” he turned to her, closing the distance between them.

Vanessa recoiled, panic etching her face. 

She tried walking away from him until her back hit the wall, and William finally cornered her.

“You think you’re so smart, huh?” He smiled condescendingly at her. “You think you’re so tough, so… lucky. One day reality it’s going to hit you, and you’ll realize you’re not worth any of the trouble you’re causing.”

He raised his hand towards her face.

Vanessa’s breath quickened. She felt as if all of the air in the room suddenly vanished. Her chest felt tight, her throat was dry and her eyes burned with unshed tears.

William gently stroked her cheek before slowly sliding his hand downward. He rested his hand around Vanessa’s neck, not squeezing, just to hold her in place, like a silent warning.

His voice was soft and calm, but incredibly supercilious. “The day will come, Vanessa. Just wait and see.”

After a week of radio silence, Vanessa couldn't take it anymore and went to look for you at work.

Something had changed. She didn't know what exactly, but you weren't the same.

You would barely face her, let alone look at her. You would avoid her touch, you wouldn't accept her offerings of food.

You didn't offer her coffee anymore.

Vanessa couldn't help but wonder if it was something she had done.

Every time she tried to mention it, you brushed it off like it wasn’t important.

“I’m just tired, that’s all,” or sometimes it was “I just had a rough day, don’t worry about it.”

You were lying, it was painfully obvious, and both of you were aware of it.

But why? What had happened? 

Vanessa couldn’t help but roll around in bed every night, thinking, analyzing.

Whatever it was, she was determined to find out.

There was something else, too.

Her father had also changed his behavior.

He stopped asking where she was going. He also spent most of his time in the basement, working on his projects.

Vanessa honestly didn't mind as much, she felt better with him being out of sight most of the time.

That night, when she went downstairs ready to check on you at Freddy's, he was in the living room, reading the newspaper.

“How's your little friend?” He asked, not lifting his gaze.

“She's fine,” Vanessa answered, maybe more coldly than she should've.

William chuckled, amused, for some reason.

“I've been thinking about placing an ad in the newspaper to look for another security guard.”

“Another?” Vanessa frowned. “Are you going to fire her?”

William lifted his gaze, “you sometimes worry me, Vanessa.”

Vanessa was taken aback by this, but her father didn't elaborate.

She sighed, making her way to the garage. 

Vanessa heard her father say, “have fun,” as she left the room.

She was inside Freddy's in no time. You had developed the habit of leaving the door unlocked, Vanessa knew she probably had to scold you for that, but she honestly couldn't care less.

Vanessa headed to your office, but something stopped her.

Was that the smell of…?

No, she interrupted her train of thought. No, it can't be, it's impossible.

“Is it, though?” A voice inside her head said.

She swallowed, turning around and heading to the storage room.

With her heart beating madly inside, she entered the room.

An incredibly strong and nauseating smell hit her. 

Vanessa recognized the smell easily. 

Putrefaction.

Death.

And there were you. Or rather, what was left of you.

Her heart was beating so fast that she was subconsciously afraid that her blood pressure would drop and she would faint.

Slowly, painfully so, she approached your body.

At first glance, and also thanks to the stench, she could tell this had happened days ago, if not weeks.

How?

You talked with her not too long ago, barely a couple of days had passed.

How? Who?

Vanessa could no longer stand, and her knees gave way.

How? Who? Why?

All she could do was stare at your decomposed body, the dry wounds, the rotten blood, the pale skin. 

It was like seeing the kids again. All over again.

Before she could When he realized it, big tears were sliding down his cheeks and falling to the ground.

This couldn't be happening. Not to you, at least.

It didn't make any sense, one day she had you dancing in her arms, and now you were lying dead on the ground.

Why?

Could she have prevented this?

She never even get to tell you how she felt. She never got to tell you that she liked you.

Vanessa trembled, unable to stop crying. Was this a divine punishment?

Did God see all her atrocities and decided to take action against her?

She tried to brush away the tears, being too harsh.

It hurt. Everything hurt. From her eyes, to her head, and her heart.

Her chest felt tight, she couldn't breathe. No amount of trying was going to compensate for it.

You were dead. But she had seen you, hadn't she?

And that's when she heard footsteps behind her. 

Vanessa snapped her head back, and lo and behold. You were there.

Vanessa choked, trying to say something, anything.

“You're gone,” was the first thing that came out of her mouth, barely audible over her sobs.

You nodded, softly.

She raised her voice, “why didn't you say anything?”

You just stared at her for a moment. “I don't know.”

“You don't know?” Vanessa stood up on her wobbly legs. 

“It wasn't supposed to be like this,” you say. 

Vanessa looks at your face after what felt like eternity. So that was why you would recoil from her touch. That was why you would never look at her, you would never let her look at you. It was disturbingly obvious now.

Your eyes were basically drained of life, hollow, empty. 

She would have realized something was amiss if you hadn't taken all those precautions.

The tears kept falling.

“I'm sorry,” Vanessa breathed out with a broken voice.

You managed a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. “Don't be. It wasn't your fault.”

She choked on her sobs, her cries getting louder.

“I don't understand,” she choked, “why are you still here?”

You (or rather, your ghost,) looked down, sighing. “I guess what they say it's true. You can't go if you have something pending.”

You approached her. "I guess I should tell you.”

Vanessa looked down at your corpse and then back at your ghost.

“Tell me.”

You sighed, smiling bittersweetly. 

“Let me tell you something else first,” you began. “I still admire you for your decision to become a police officer. I know you think it's nothing. But not for me, because I know you'll help with the investigation. I know you'll report what happened here, and I'll finally get some peace.”

Vanessa swallowed. She wouldn't. She couldn't.

“Anyways, I…” you closed your eyes, and opened them again. “I'm ready to tell you.”

A beat passed.

“I like you, Vanessa.”

Numb. That's the only way she could describe it.

Her hands felt numb after dragging your body through the cold and burying it behind Freddy's, on the empty lot William had bought a few years ago.

Her heart was numb after your confession. 

“I like you.”

It repeated over and over again inside her head, like a broken record.

I like you, I like you, I like you.

If only she could have said, “I like you too,” before your spectrum became nothing more than dust and memories.

If only she had said something before you were killed.

If only she had done anything at all.

She knew exactly who had done it. She couldn't pretend that she didn't see it anymore. 

That night, coming home felt like a nightmare.

Vanessa had barged inside the basement, and screamed at him. At her father.

The one who had taken you away from her.

She screamed, and threw everything she could find at him. She cried, and cried, and cried.

And William remained impassive until he didn't.

Vanessa made the mistake of tearing William's work plans off the wall, and at that moment he finally saw red and revealed himself.

With an incredible amount of force, he grabbed Vanessa and pressed her against his desk.

“What do you think you're doing, you stupid creature? You think throwing a tantrum will bring her back? Do you forget who you are, and who I am?”

William basically spat the words out, Vanessa took a deep breath.

“Look at what you have become,” William narrowed his eyes as he said this.

With a trembling voice, Vanessa replied, “I am what you made me. I am your daughter.”

He growled, “you're unbearable. I want you out of my sight!”

William pushed her out of the basement, and locked himself inside.

A couple of days later, Vanessa was packing everything she owned, including the handkerchief you had given to her that one time, and leaving her dad's house. For good this time.

And a month after escaping her father's shadow, she was changing her last name from Afton to Shelly and enrolling in the police academy.

A/N: Well, that was a ride, wasn't it? Reblogs are appreciated.

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 14 - Eyes that light up

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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Warnings: whew sorry this one gets heavy, drunkenness, elements of noncon/drunken sexual assault (not graphic), violence against reader (accidental), angsty angst

Hi again. As the warnings suggest, this is quite a heavy one - so take care ❤️ We are getting towards the end so things are going to go up a gear. As always, your reblogs and comments mean the world - I love that people are engaging with this story.

As you prodded at your dessert with your spoon, you couldn’t help but wonder just how much wine Peter had knocked back on this date.

He was slurring, spilling a few drops from his glass onto the tablecloth as he gesticulated. His once crisp button-down now looked crumpled, his styled hair now dishevelled with loose strands escaping whatever product he’d put into it. He was just…off.

“You okay?” you asked cautiously after he’d managed to elbow his fork onto the floor.

“Fine! I’mfi---Fine!” he replied cheerily, his voice shrill.

You cocked an eyebrow as you looked over at his wine glass, still firmly encased between his fingers protectively as if you were going to try pry it out of his hand.

“How…how much have you had to drink?” you asked.

“Notmu-Not much!” he shrugged too casually, “Few glasses is’all”.

You frowned, grabbing the clearly-too-light bottle from the ice bucket next to the table. You gasped as you shook it and flipped it upside down.

“Peter! This is empty…I’ve had barely had a glass and a half, what the hell?!” you spat.

He rolled his eyes, “Oh relax…It’s not a big bottle…”

“And you had those two beers…and that cocktail with dessert. Jesus Christ, Peter! Why did you even get a bottle? Didn’t you drive here? How are you going to get home like this?”

“Baby…baby…relax, relaaaaax”, he placated a bit too loudly, causing a few other diners to glance over at you, much to your embarrassment. “I’m fine. I’ll roll the window down, driveslo---drive slow. All good in the hood…” he slurred.

You grimaced and shook your head as you leaned over to try and stay discreet, “Not like that, you won’t. You might cause an accident…it’s not safe. And if the cops catch you, that’s your license gone! And that could risk your job!”

“I’m fiiiiine”, he moaned loudly.

“This is a nice place, Peter”, you hissed quietly.

You signalled to the waiter to get the bill and leaned back over. “I’ll drive you home, okay? You can come get your car in the morning after you’ve slept it off…”

“Wooo! Sexy Uber driver,” he exclaimed loudly.

You frowned, embarrassment colouring your cheeks. You gave him a small warning jab on the shoulder as the two of you became the centre of attention once again.

The waiter hurried over with the check, clearly keen to usher you out as soon as possible. You apologised profusely as you quickly gave him your card and signed for the bill, while Peter was still trying to pull his own wallet from his pocket – sending a sea of loose change clattering across the table.

“Oh my god”, you whispered to yourself in mortification as Peter fruitlessly tried to scoop up the rolling pennies and nickels.

“C’mon, let’s go…” you hissed as you stood and tugged him out of his seat, frogmarching him towards the door and smiling apologetically at the staff as you passed.

“I gotta tip…” he garbled as he showed you the pile of coins he’d rescued.

“I took care of it; you get the next one…”

“I can’t let you paaay,” he wailed as you tried to prop up his weight on your shoulders. His legs suddenly seemed to have lost their full function.

“How are you this drunk?” you growled as you got out to the parking lot.

“I may have had a few…few beers with the guys before we met,” he admitted sheepishly.

The anger and shame bubbled within you as you somehow managed to bundle him into Sally. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go, so much for your big plans. What was this, exactly? A one-off fuck-up, or is this who Peter truly was?

He did fall asleep on the couch after a few glasses of wine on your movie night, but who doesn’t?

You drove towards his place in silence, quietly seething. Maybe he just had a bad night, made an error in judgement, but you couldn’t deny the cavalier approach to drink-driving was a huge turn-off. He could’ve damn near killed someone if you hadn’t intervened! And why the hell was he getting trashed with his buddies right before your fancy dinner? Maybe if he’d admitted he’d overdone it and organised a cab or asked you for a ride that would be different, but he was just going to try style it out! Did he do this often?

You didn’t like to write people off for making mistakes, but it felt like something had fundamentally shifted between the two of you. It was like getting the ick on steroids.

What was with the men in this town??

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud snort, and you looked over at the passenger seat to find Peter passed out, snoring heavily.

You rolled your eyes. “Great…” you whispered sarcastically to yourself.

*

The drive to Peter’s house took longer than expected. He lived right on the edges of town, just off the interstate, and having only been there once or twice – you’d forgotten how long the journey was. You yawned and cranked up the radio until you finally pulled up at his house. You checked your phone and frowned as you saw the battery percentage was down to single figures. You’d meant to charge it before you left. But you had bigger fish to fry for the moment.

“Peter…” you said softly as you put Sally in park.

No response.

“Peter?”

Radio silence.

“PETER!” you yelled as your patience evaporated, elbowing him harshly from across the seats.

He jumped and yelped at his rude awakening, twisting himself around in his seat as he took in his surroundings.

“We’re at your place, you got your house keys? You good to go?” you asked, your tone like a parent wearily questioning a child.

He slurred and mumbled something unintelligible; the impromptu nap having done nothing for his sobriety. He patted at his pockets, slowly pulling out his wallet and opening the car door. He unclipped his seatbelt and inelegantly stumbled out of the vehicle, his foot catching at the door base as he slipped and fell to the ground.

You suppressed a sigh and got out of your side of the car, rushing around to help him up and grab the keys that had fallen into the dirt below. You grunted as you exerted yourself pulling him to his feet, guiding him to the front door.

“Okay…alright…nearly there, let’s go” you tried to coo supportively.

His fingers couldn’t manage the mechanism of the lock, so you used the keys to open the door for him, he practically fell across the threshold taking you with him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you chanted as you steadied your weight and stopped the two of you from hitting the floor. You manoeuvred yourself to prop him up, ushering him into the living room. Once there, you swung his body so that he fell onto the couch. He groaned as he clumsily spread out across the cushions, curling up and facing the wall.

You sighed and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and traipsing back into the living room towards his pathetic form.

“Drink this…and sleep”, you commanded.

You leaned over him to put the water bottle in his hand. You squeaked as he suddenly jolted up, pulling you down on top of him.

“Baby…” he slurred heavily.

“Peter! Stop..” you squealed in fright as he roughly flipped you over and encased you beneath him, caging you with his heavy body.

“So…beautiful…” he mumbled as he tried to kiss you, his breath hot on your neck. The adrenaline surge made you feel nauseous as your body began to go into flight or fight mode.

“Get off me! No! I’m not joking…Peter! Stop!” you finally shrieked, batting him away as panic set in.

“C’mon…you’ve left me hanging for so long…” his hands pawed at you as he tried to coax you, “C’mon…it’s me…I’ll take care of you…”

You shrieked again and shoved him hard, sending him flying halfway off the couch as he bellowed in anger.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed as he sat up.

“I said stop!” you shrieked, your chest rising. “You’re drunk!”

“Then why are you here??” he spat, his eyes glazed with anger and booze. “Why did you come back to my place?”

“Because you’re drunk off your ass and I made sure you didn’t kill anybody with your car, asshole!” you fired back as you shakily got to your feet with the intention of getting the hell out, the dread making you wobbly and disorientated.

“God, you’re so high and mighty,” he growled as he stood and began clumsily pacing the room, “Holding out on me like you’re some prize, when we both know you have no problem fucking bikers…”

You gawped at him in horror, the shock and rage rendering you speechless. Peter? Was this really him? Nice, sweet Peter?

“Yeah”, he mocked sarcastically as he saw your surprise, “It’s pretty obvious you fucked your boss…”

Your face fell in distress, too taken aback and angry in the moment to respond to his tirade.

“Here’s me thinking this was gonna be fun. You’re only here a short while, I thought we’d hook up and have a no-strings fling and then say bye-bye, but no! You’re no putting out! And I’ve been taking you out twice a week and spending money on you like a chump for nothing!”

“Jesus Christ, Peter,” you whispered as everything you thought you knew about him came crashing down around you. “Why are you saying all this? What’s gotten into you?”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh, shut up. Just shut up. Sh’up. Save me the guilt trip, ‘kay?” he hiccupped as his words melted into each other, “You’re so frigid and uptight…a man can only take so much. I’ve been nice, haven’t I? Been patient, not pushed you, but what does a guy have to do to get laid around here!”

Your wrath finally gave way to clarity. You’d heard all you needed to hear. He didn’t deserve any more of your time.

You stormed towards the door, but he moved to block your way.

“No, I’m talking to you!” he slurred.

“No, we’re done here,” you sneered, “Let me pass…”

“I just wanna tell-”

It seemed to happen in slow motion, but at the exact moment you moved forward to barge past him, he quickly raised a finger up to your face (presumably to yell at you some more). The speed of your movement, plus his poor grasp of hand-eye co-ordination in that moment, meant he clumsily knocked your cheek with his hand as the two of you collided. Even at the very second happened, despite his anger and generally assholery, you knew it was a drunken accident.

…But ow, that hurt.

You cupped your cheek and hissed, and you watched as he went white as a sheet and gasped.

“Oh no, nononononono, fuck, nonono oh god…are you okay?” he asked as he leaned over to try and get a look. He sounded more coherent than he had all evening, the fear of what he’d done apparently knocking the booze out of his veins.

“Ow…”, you winced as you took a step back from him.

“I didn’t…! It was an accident, I’m sorry…I didn’t know…” he began to hysterically babble. “I’d never hit you! Oh Jesus, I’m sorry – I didn’t mean it, I promise…Do you need ice?”

He was so pathetic that you weren’t even angry, just desperate to get as far away from him as you could and draw a line under this mess.

“I know you didn’t mean to,” you scoffed as you held your cheek and took the opportunity to head to the door and finally get the hell out of there. You had no intention of relieving his guilt, you just wanted him to shut up. "You're just a drunk mess".

“Please don’t tell him!” he cried out pitifully as you reached the doorway.

You stopped suddenly, turning to face him.

“What? Who?” you asked, confused as you held your cheek.

“Please don’t…please. I’m sorry. He doesn’t need to know about this, does he? It was an accident.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Barnes,” he sputtered, “He-he threatened me. Told me if I ever hurt you, he’d come find me. Please…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. That was an accident…and what I said about the sex stuff…I’m sorry…”

“He what? When?” You scoffed, shaking your head, “You know what? Never mind. I don’t wanna know. You’re both pathetic,” you sneered.

He tried to fire more apologies and pleas at you, but you just shook your head and raised a hand to silence him.

“Just leave me alone, Peter, alright? We’re done here” you sighed with defeat; your energy levels zapped and your heart heavy.

*

You finally left the house, leaving him standing in the living room a snivelling mess and looking like death warmed up. You didn’t envy his eventual hangover.

You took off in Sally and sped away, dreaming of home. Granny’s home. You wanted to be in the warm bed, wrap yourself in her handmade quilt and drift off to sleep. Maybe you’d wake up in the morning and this would all be some horrible nightmare.

As you silently seethed about Peter and who he turned out to be, you suddenly found yourself crying. It was just all too much. What had happened back there, the fear in your bones when he had you on the couch, the terrible things he’d said to you, the way your cheek throbbed with pain. You felt like a fool for being such an awful judge of character. You felt stupid, naïve. Maybe not wanting to sleep with Peter had been your gut instinct trying to tell you something, so why didn’t you listen?

And what about Bucky? You’d worked so hard to move on from him, but he was always there at the edges, drifting closer. You still hadn’t fully healed from what happened. And what, he had been threatening Peter this whole time? What else didn’t you know?

So, you cried. For what happened with Peter, for what happened with Bucky. For the heartbreak they had both caused you in different ways. You cried for Bucky, for the loss of what might have been, for the love you might have shared. You cried for Granny and the unfillable hole she’d left in your life. You cried for her house, emptying her beloved home of her treasures and erasing her like she hadn’t even been there. And you cried for yourself, for all you’d lost, and for everything you’d never had.

You pulled over and parked up on the side of the road until you were in better shape, at least having the foresight to know that sobbing while driving wouldn’t end well. Finally, as the tears finally ran dry, you took a deep breath and wiped your face. You glanced at your watery eyes and swollen cheek in the rearview mirror – you looked a real fright. You could already see a bruise forming. You took a few seconds to inhale and exhale, then flicked on the ignition again.

But nothing happened.

Sally gurgled and spat, but the engine remained still.

You tried again.

And again.

Your fingers ached and cramped from the repetitive effort by the time you gave up.

You picked up your phone with your shaking hand.

Dead.

You laughed flatly and leaned back in your seat.

[atierrorian]

The Aroma of a True Delicacy

PARING: Lilia Vanrouge x reader Synopsis: You'll be the one cooking from now on. Warning: Lilia's cooking, chaotic shit going on at the end. Note: Silver is only a child, [Name] is implied female.

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You love Lilia, truly. He and Silver are the best thing that has ever happened to you and you would never trade them for the world. But there is one thing you would trade, however…

You would gladly trade Lilia's cooking skills.

As much as you love Lilia, his foods are not exactly edible… If anything, he probably used it once on one of the poor victims he captured when he was still a Veteran War General. Dying was a much better option than having to eat what Lilia had in store for them…

He even managed to burn water once, WATER! How does one burn water??

You shuddered, thinking of that one time when you tried to teach Lilia how to do the basics of cooking. It failed miserably and it ended up in a disaster where it took you hours to clean up. Never again. You've learned your lesson and it's that teaching Lilia is futile.

And giving spices to Lilia has major consequences. It never ends well for any individual nearby.

So that's why, you'll be the one cooking from now on! Even though you probably should have from the beginning - I guess you just wanted to see Lilia make some progress. But it really doesn't look like he'll be making any time soon. You already told Silver that you'll be the one making breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And safe to say, he was glad, really, really glad. As much as he loves his Father, his cooking is on a whole new level of poison.

It would probably even rival that of the Evil Queen's renowned poisonous apple.

So, when morning rolled over, you woke up earlier than Lilia, got out of his hold on you, and quickly headed to the kitchen. Silver was still fast asleep and you had all the time in the world to prepare a meal. But first, you needed to clean the kitchen because damn was it a mess.

But it wasn't something you couldn't handle. So with a determined smile, you quickly got to cleaning.

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And with a final wipe on the counter, you were finally done with cleaning and you stood proud of your work. a few small beaded sweats came down on your face- but you quickly wiped it off and decided to wash your face and hands before cooking. Hygiene is after all important.

You looked at the time; 6:50.

"Whew, I should really start now" You muttered and grabbed your apron and tied it around your waist.

You decided to make a simple yet tasty pancakes with strawberries and blueberries as the toppings with sweet glaze honey syrup and some whipped cream on the side. And to top it all off with some sugar. When you were finished, the aroma of the pancakes was radiating off the kitchen- it could be smelled from outside the kitchen even.

You made three in total, one for you, one for Lilia, and one for Silver.

When you checked the time again, it was now 7:10, just in time.

You took off the apron and hung it back on the hook. You grabbed three glasses and set them on the table. You have never been so proud of your cooking until now. You heard footsteps coming to the kitchen and saw Silver with his stuffed squirrel standing by the double door frame; looking sleepy as ever.

"Mom… what is that tasty smell…" Silver yawned and walked to the table and sat on one of the chairs. I ruffled his silver hair. Silver groaned and pouted. I chuckled at his reaction before sitting beside him.

"Well, breakfast dear. I had to wake up early for this you know? Plus, I did say I would be the one cooking from now on…" Silver excitedly nodded. And with a smile, he placed the stuffed squirrel onto his lap and took the fork.

"Oh? Someone is a little excited" You chuckled before reminding him to go wash his hands first; he nodded and got up before running to the sink to wash his hands. Such a cute little kid.

You were about to eat pancakes that were on the fork before you felt something heavy on your head and a pair of arms that found themselves on your waist. But even then, you ate the piece of pancake before setting down the fork and looking up.

"Hm? How rude of my dear wife to not wake me up for breakfast…" Lilia dramatically sighed. You rolled your eyes at him.

"I'd figured you'd be awake by this time" Lilia took a seat next to you and looked at the pancakes before looking at you.

"Your meals are always so delicious [Name]! I expect nothing less from my beloved wife!" Lilia exclaimed proudly. His bold comment made you flustered and you nodded.

Silver came back with clean hands and sat back on his chair. Silver looked at his parents and wondered why his Mother's face was so red.

"Mama, do you have a fever?"

Lilia laughed whilst you felt even more embarrassed.

"N-no, Silver… Just a bit embarrassed is all…" Silver nodded before picking up the fork again and taking a piece of the pancake.

"By the way Lilia, I'll be the one cooking from now on"

"Aw, but I enjoy cooking :("

"I know but, your cooking is a health hazard"

"Finee…"

You both laughed while Silver looked confused and probably thought the two of you were crazy and just continued eating.

THE END

BONUS:

"AHHHH, LILIA!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???? WHY ARE YOU COOKING IN THE DIASOMNIA DORM?? I THOUGHT WE AGREED YOU WOULDN'T COOK ANYMORE!!"

"Aw but [Name]! I feel like I've really improved!"

"The kitchen is on fire"

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[lacedupforyou]

Hi! Can I ask for Yandere!Mikey with a student council darling who has a distaste/looks down on deliquents and is absolutly unimpressed by Mikey and wants nothing to do with him?

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐧" Yandere Mikey Sano

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Mikey is a delinquent, He really had no interests in school life. Just to sleep the whole time and eat. As class rep and a member of the school's student council you were annoyed by his constant attempts to piss. you. off. Constantly pushing boundaries giving you a hug in the morning just to go off and sleep.

You were annoyed by his attempts but the threatening looks you got from his gang members made you hold a smile on your face. You had always had a dislike to delinquents and wanted nothing to do with that life, but mikey was interested with you. He wanted you.

When the captains of his gang ask him about you, All he responds with is a few compliments and how he just "wants you". Surprisingly that's good enough with them, Unknowing of his obsession and how it was just a matter of time before he snapped and let his impulses take what he wanted.

When the end of the Valhalla fight had reached and Baji had died and kazutora was out of the picture he became more unstable, he started to linger more. Following you outside of school. He loved the way your face lit up, You were the light he needed in his life.

After constant attempts of asking you out, You made a deal that he wouldn't sleep much during his classes and you would go somewhere after school with him, His face had lit up like a child when given candy. You tried to stay low profile, if anyone had seen you going to some small cafe with a gangster, Your reputation could be shattered.

Mikey didn't seem to mind, he also wasn't with his friend...Draken was it? It was just you and him. He talked your ear off and you had to keep your promise and entertained him as best you could. He was hooked as you just kept feeding into his delusions.

After about an hour or two you noticed two of his captains notice him and walk in. Mikey glaring at them the whole time, The captains noticed you immediately and got nervous, Mikey was with some girl? Who are you??? Was all they could wonder. Mikey noticed your face in a small bit of shock and embarrassment but he was waiting for one of them to even say a word to you so he could tussle with them!

After those moments he drove you home and hugged you goodbye, Just as you were walking he took your wrist and pressed a kiss inches from your lips. You were stunned and didn't have anything to say. You walked back into your home questioning what the hell happened today. "Damn it..I missed." Mikey uttered starting his bike up again.

But this became routine, for him to beg you to spend time with him and drive you around on his bike. But what freaked you out the most was when he asked you to wait for him while he was in a gang meeting by that old shrine you visited. You waited on the steps hearing faints shouts of screaming and sighed.

Your curiosity got the better of you and you walked up a few more steps peering over seeing them talk loudly. One of the men seemed to notice you and run after you. Grabbing you by your Collar barking out who you were and if you were a spy. When mikey saw some low life putting his hands on you. He snapped.

He rushed over and used one of those famous kicks to blow the guy away catching you quickly. He asked you if you were okay and all you could do was stare. That was when the Idea you and him were a couple had truly set it. Word spreading like wildfire. Rumors flooded your school and your reputation plummeted and were soon kicked out of any student council meetings.

But it didn't matter anymore, Mikey had you and you had him. And you weren't and aren't going anywhere.

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- Haze.

[sakusaur]

been thinking of giving itoshi rin the best head of his life

tags: nsfw!, blowjob, catching him jerking off alone :(

its been a month long trip to paris for him, to meet the club that scouted him and you couldn’t go along with him because of work, so yes it has been one whole month without you and both of you could only settle for pictures and video calls, but it’s definitely not the same.

ok so. maybe rin should have waited for you but after showering and lying down on your shared bed, inhaling your sweet scent that he’d missed, rin simply can’t wait anymore. he’s waited long enough and the pictures you sent this morning is pushing him to his limits, he needs to get off now.

he pulls out his phone to see the pictures again, as if he hasn’t already once jerked off in his hotel room before catching his flight home.

“- can’t wait to see you tonight xo “ it’s a picture of you in the sweetest lingerie piece he bought from france and had it shipped back home for you.

rin quickly pulls down his sweats and frees his aching cock, it slaps against his stomach and he groans from the sensation. he doesn’t even need to spit to lube himself up, his precum is more than enough.

“-ah!” rin gasps as he wraps his hand around himself, shivering from the touch. he thinks he’s lowkey insane acting like this, and he feels that he can cum instantly until-

“rin?”

the door swings open and there you are, standing at the door, looking at rin with his hand wrapped around him and he dropped his phone in shock.

he dropped it faced up, so the picture of you is staring back at you.

“y/n, i can explain but-“ rin is flustered as hell but he still has his hand wrapped around his cock and you quickly drop your bag on the floor, taking the nearest hair tie on your dressing table and put your hair up.

“y/n? what are you doing?” rin is in shock now as you crawl on the bed, kneeling in between his thighs that he so nicely spread for you.

you lean in to him, giving him a peck on the lips, “your welcome home gift!” and you smile before you wrap your own hand around his cock.

rin jerks instantly at your touch, so you hold his thighs down with another free hand and you lean down to suck on just the tip.

“oh…” rin groans with relief, closing his eyes and tries to pry his hand away from his cock but you hold it down with a firm grip, he jerks again and opens his eyes, “what?”

“c’mon, do it with me…my mouth won’t be able to fit all that rinnie…” you lick the tip and stare up at him.

rin feels like he just went to heaven and back.

you start to move your head up and down to the rhythm he likes most, both yours and his hands covering the surface of his cock that you aren’t able to swallow.

“y/n…” rin breathes heavily, his thighs constantly jerking upwards and you moan as he takes his free hand to grab on to your ponytail.

his breathy moans are getting to you as you start to rut against the sheets, wanting to get some friction as you suck him off.

you start to challenge yourself, taking him deeper in your throat.

“y/n i think i’m going to-“ rin notices you trying to get yourself off too as you hump the sheets, and god you drive him insane as he cums so loud without warning.

“fuck!” rin grabs extra tight on your ponytail as you gag on his cum but never stopping, you continue to suck on his throbbing cock.

rin’s thighs start to shake, “y/n, please i want you to cum too.” his voice was quivering as he slowly gets down from his climax.

you swallow everything he gave you and stick your tongue out to show him that nothing is left.

rin reaches over and grabs your hips, lifting you effortlessly on his lap and you can feel his soft cock slowly growing hard again.

rin smiles, before he leans in to kiss you. he always gets so soft and smiley after head, which you enjoy so much.

“now, let me give you the ‘i’m happy to be home’ gift?” rin smirks, and lays you down on the bed and strips your pants off you.

- end

whew!!!!!!! ive been thinking of giving him the sloppiest nastiest head ever since the bllk exhibition standee of him with HIS LEGS SPREADING WIDE…

anyway! might edit it in the morning when i wake up, writing at 2am is always a trip haha…

[of-nyon]

internet went out yesterday so I missed most of Tumblr Halloween which is bullshit. Have a new wip in lieu of boops.

The first Holy Act of Rodimus Prime, True-Chosen, warm white light still spilling off his frame, was to bolt.

He hadn't even come here for the Matrix! He'd come for the crowd, pushing and straining against each other for so much as a glimpse of the ancient artifact, and certainly not paying attention to someone slipping a hand into their subspace to grab whatever he could.

Hot Rod ran, ignoring the “Hey, wait!” from the guard who'd waved him through earlier. Optimus Prime apparently meant it; sure, the rich folk still got the top spots, same as always, but they'd let through a lowlife street mech like Hot Rod without him needing to sweet-talk them. He polished up good, when he had the means and the funds and the energy, and he'd put effort into tonight's look in hope it'd get him past the guards.

All for nothing, as he dropped into alt mode and sped out, tires screeching over someone's panicked 'Sir!'. The grand staircase was coming up fast, and someone – not him – yelled as he cleared the thing in one go without slowing down, enough momentum going that he was still going forward on his front tires as the rest of his frame crashed down to the priceless marbled floor. People screamed and scrambled out of his way, the big doors thrown wide open for all of Cybertron to come and view the Matrix, but the crowd outside was too much. He flipped back into root mode, experience helping him wrest himself through tight gaps. The groups of incoming mechs didn't have the news yet, so no-one tried to stop him as he fought through the press of bodies – at least anyone chasing him would also have to contend with -

There was a screeching of sirens behind him. That had the crowd's attention, and Hot Rod didn't dare look back as he finally passed under the main palatial gate, a strange shudder running through his frame as he took to his alt again now he was out on the streets. The white light had bled off, at least. Sure, it wasn't illegal to be chosen by the Matrix, probably, that was why Prime had set this whole thing up in the first place, but it was definitely illegal to have a subspace full of stuff he really needed to sell if he wanted to fuel any time soon.

The sirens pursued. If this was Nyon, he thought, taking a corner so hard he skidded on two tires before coming back down on four, he would already be down any number of boltholes, slag, he could probably hide in the Temple itself, there was a way to get up into the rafters no-one else knew. But Iacon was different - wide, expensive streets, no cover, no friends. Well-to-do-mecha – or, more likely, their gardeners – blinked at him as he sped past. Delicate crystals chimed in his ferocious wake, mingling with the sirens.

Slag, slag, slag. They were maybe a corner away. They always chased a running mech. He took back to root again, coming up jogging, slowing down to maybe not look as guilty and they'd think they were chasing some other guy, desperately trying to find the way out of this mess. He'd never been -

“Psst, kid!”

His head snapped up. An arm was waving out of the window of one of the expensive houses, one floor up.

“See that drainpipe? If you kick off that windowsill you can shimmy up and – yeah, you got it!”

Hot Rod didn't stop to think, just lunged at the offered way out. No-one 'psst, kid!'-ing him ever did it because they were in with the cops, and he took the matte black hand that helped him through the window easily.

“Whew!” His saviour said as he tumbled through, realising at the last moment to duck his head as the sirens wailed past not a moment later. “Close call, eh?”

“Thanks,” Hot Rod gasped, vents billowing, then he stilled. The sirens had stopped.

“Ooh, I bet I know who that is,” the mech, a little civilian car with a burning blue visor, went over to lean over Hot Rod and yell out the window: “Yo! Prowl!”

“Jazz,” the Enforcer's voice floated up, sounding prim and proper and not nearly like he'd been gunning flat-out after a racer. “Is that smoke? Are you on fire? Do you need assistance?”

“Eh?” Jazz wafted away the billowing hot air coming off Hot Rod's trembling frame. “Nah, nah, 's this new effect we're coming up with for the next show, real cool, real hot, I mean. Just giving her a test run. You get your guy?” He was leaning conversationally on the windowsill now, Hot Rod trapped between his legs and the wall.

“He appears,” Prowl's disembodied voice said, “to have vanished in the middle of the street, right outside your window.”

“Wow,” Jazz replied, one foot tapping out a restless beat next to Hot Rod's knee. “That's crazy.”

“He's not in trouble,” Prowl continued. “With the Palace. If you see a red and yellow speedframe, likely forged racer, wide yellow spoiler-wings, flame decals, possible – possible Nyonian origin, please let me know immediately. Once the footage starts circulating, people will start recognizing him, and we need to ensure his safety above all else.”

“Huh. All right.” Jazz switched feet on a beat only he could hear. “What footage are we talkin' about?”

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“Wow, mech, you are in it,” Jazz whistled, low and melodious and impressed. Hot Rod buried his head in his hands. By the time he'd been scrambling through Jazz's window the news and infranet had set on fire with the tale of a new Prime, with the recordings to prove it to the doubtful. Headline after headline, post after post, a whole slew of fun new conspiracy theories springing up around him. The press had very quickly identified him, the registration document at the Nyonian hot spot of his spark, name, and function splashed across screens the planet over.

Hot Rod, Entertainer.

From there it would be a short skip to the House that had picked up and framed his spark and raised him for the legally-mandated timeframe of three orns before he was put to work.

“Yanno,” Jazz said, “Prowler did say you weren't in trouble. Like, he knows you're here, just figures you're safe with me for the time being. That mech don't lie.” A pause. “Well, he does when the numbers line up, but not about this, I think. He really doesn't want you to go get yourself slagged, is what I'm saying.”

Hot Rod lifted his head up, twin points of blue optics burning through the gaps in his fingers.

“I'm just sayin',” Jazz repeated, holding his hands palm-up in a gesture of truce. “Anyway, lemme treat you while you're with me, mech. You gunned it down here, I bet you could do with some fuel.”

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Jazz was sat on the couch with one leg crossed over so his foot rested on his knee, idly strumming his electrobass, picking out low notes while Hot Rod was small enough to curl up a cushion over. He'd slipped into recharge some time ago, no problem, mech'd had a busy day.

:Jazz.: His comm crackled to life. :How is he?:

Jazz glanced over at his new charge before (quietly) plucking out a dramatic strum he associated with Prowl's appearance on the scene. If you were friends with Jazz for long enough, sooner or later you got a leitmotif assigned to you. More than one, if he really liked you. Prowl had the record, with four to his name.

:Doin all right, I think. Got some fuel in him, an' he's sleepin now. Cute kid. He really the new Prime?:

:The evidence is irrefutable.:

:Dang. Been kept busy, then?:

:You do not know the half of it.: Prowl sighed through the comm. :Please keep an optic on him, he's safe where he is right now while we deal with the fallout. We'll reimburse any expenses.:

:No problem, no problem.:

:And...if all goes well and he does take up the Primacy, and even if he doesn't, there is a reasonable chance your apartment will become a sacred pilgrimage site.: Jazz laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of it, even knowing Prowl was as dead serious as he was with just about anything else in his life. :Optimus is more than happy to offer quarters in the Palace. I know your contract with Mellow is ending soon. We can bring you on-:

:What, as official good taste in music-haver?: Jazz asked, amused. And Prowl was right; Mellow liked to commission artists, pay for anything and everything they needed, then forget about it for a few decacycles until the contract was up and he got to see whatever it was you'd put together over that time. The mech had been on a night out with friends, scouting out his next big hit, Jazz had scored a gig as a temporary replacement bass player, and then was all but chased down by the guy after the show. And who would say no to what he was offering?

:If you'd like,: Prowl continued. Jazz had some idea that they were poking into Mellow's business, but that was no business of his, long as he got paid. He hadn't been interviewed about it, but Prowl was eager to get him out of the apartment and kept offering him a place up at the Palace.

:You know what,: Jazz said, glancing over to the sleeping probably-a-Prime and testing out some higher notes he thought suited Hot Rod. :Sure. It'll be funny, if nothing else.:

(part 2!)

[linos-luna]

Hey if your still taking requests can I get a clingy dependent yandere Felix who literally can’t function without fem reader there with him and it gets to the point where she starts avoiding him and trying to stay away from him and the others. HOWEVER the other members feel bad for felix and try (and seceded) in manipulating/forcing the reader to going back to him.

Whew sorry that was so long😅

Yes I’m still taking requests! ☺️

Oooo that sounds cool….

Sorry the fic is long. I got carried away. Hope you like.

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You’re too much 🔪

Yandere!Felix x fem!Reader

Warnings: obsessive behavior, yandere, manipulation, 18+, drugs, stalking, manipulation, suggestion

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“Felix please stop. You’re freaking me out!”

“Noona! I just wanted get lunch with you!” The boy pouts.

“You followed me home!” You replied, referencing the night before. And again here he is, finding you at the local coffee shop.

You were friends with Felix. No actually, maybe a little more. You had started “dating” him a few months ago. He was very sweet and loving but eventually got obsessive and would follow you everywhere. It became suffocating and you broke off the relationship, opting to be friends. But this devastated him and for the past two months has been stalking you.

You hated to admit that you still held feelings for him. You had a soft spot and wanted to be with him but not when he’s like this. Secretly you wanted him back too, but you just can’t do it so you avoid him as much as you can.

“Noona… I want to take you out again. I promise I’ll be better!” He was practically begging while grabbing onto your hands.

“Felix… you’re too clingy. I’m sorry.” You sighed and let go of his hands and turning to leave. But before you could, you were pulled by the back of your shirt.

“Noona, please don’t leave!”

“Let go!” You said in a shaky voice.

“Felix, let go of her…” a familiar Australian voice said while pulling the boy off of you.

“Chan, why are you here…?” You asked, a bit suspicious of his sudden appearance.

“Felix invited me for lunch. I didn’t know this was why…”

You nodded and left, waving goodbye why felix was tearing up.

“Why’d you let her get away?!” He yelled at the older boy.

“Felix this is getting scary. Are you okay?” His friend asked as they walked out to the car. Once in the car, the boy started sobbing.

“I want her back!” Felix cried with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Hyung, I want her back!!”

Chan was concerned but also felt bad. These past two months he’s been a wreck.

“Okay…” he sighed. “I’ll help you get her back…”

Felix looked at Chan very surprised. “R-really…? “

“Yeah… I’ll get the others to help too…”

Felix was giddy at the idea while Chan tried coming up with a plan.

~~~

Three weeks have passed since you last saw felix and you started to wonder if his friends got him to move on. You were feeling more comfortable, that’s for sure.

You were out getting some quick stuff from the grocery store when running into Hyunjin. He’s a mutual friend of you and Felix but you d been avoiding some of his friends to be less awkward.

“Hi, y/n!” He said while smiling and waving. “I haven’t seen you in a bit.”

You nervously said hi back and he was quick to want to chat.

“How’ve you been, noona? Everything okay?”

“Um… yeah. Everything is good.” You nodded with a small smile. “How about you?”

“I’m alright, just planning on going out with the boys later.” He said happily, about to grab your shoulder.

“Oh ok! Bye Hyunjin” You averted quickly and fast walked out of there. You got an unsettling vibe from him. Hyunjin on the other hand watched and followed to see where you were going, taking note of something.

A few days later you went out with a friend, having a small picnic in the park.

As your friend left for the day you were heading towards your car when you were stopped by a familiar face.

“Chris?”

“Hey y/n!” The Australian had a big smile and ran right up to you. “Haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Um… hi?”

“Hey, me and some friends are hanging out tonight at my place. Wanna come?”

“Uh… I don’t know… Felix probably-…”

“Oh, he’s over it.” Chan said, cutting you off. “Like really, we got him some help.”

“Oh um… are you-”

“-sure? Yes I am.” Chan interrupted again. “Come on over. We’re just playing some games and a movie.

You thought about it for a moment, wondering if Felix really has gotten over you. You did wish to be friends with them all again. “Uhm sure.”

“Great!” Chan replied. “We’ll see you at 7!”

“Okay…” you were hesitant but got in your car to get home and get ready.

You put on some comfortable clothes and went to get some snacks from the convenience store where you found Jeongin and Seungmin.

“Oh hi guys. Are you going to the hang out too?”

“Yeah! So happy you could make it, noona!” He exclaimed while seungmin nodded.

“Yeah it’ll be fun.” You replied, wondering why Jeongin was so giddy

~

You later met at Chan’s place. He welcomed you in and you saw all the boys there, including Felix who was snacking on some chips.

“Hi noona.” Han said going up to you with a soda. He looked at Felix then back to you. “You can talk to him, you know?”

“Oh um… I’ll just say hi.” You said as you awkwardly made your way to the couch.

“Hi, Felix…”

“Hi, noona.” He smiles with a small wave. “Are you okay?”

“Uh… yeah I’m fine.” You smile back and go to the kitchen to drop off the snacks you brought. You turned around and nearly jumped; Felix was right behind you. He was holding a plate of brownies he must’ve made.

“Oh sorry noona.” He chuckled nervously. “I just wanted to know if you wanted a brownie.”

“Oh… sure…” you replied nervously, grabbing one and making your way back to the living room area and sitting on the couch. You took a bite of the brownie, remembered how good his treats are.

“So what kind of games are we playing.” You asked curiously.

“Oh it’s this game I got the other day…” Han’s voice was drifting away as your vision got a little fuzzy. Before you could question it, you heard a door opening somewhere behind you.

“Hey y/n. Didn’t know you were already here.” It was Minho, coming out from the bathroom.

“Hi Minho. I actually just-…” you got up to greet him but suddenly got very dizzy. You figured it was from getting up to fast so you sat back down.

Felix sat next to you as Han and Changbin started the game. Some type of fighting game, you couldn’t tell.

The other’s surrounded Han and Changbin, cheering on whoever they want to win.

You blinked a few times to focus your vision, looking at the brownie in front of you, holding it up to take a look at it.

“You didn’t finish it.” Felix said with a frown, looking to Chan. “Did you not like it?”

“No it’s good… I’m just not sure I can finish it-“

Suddenly you felt a hand grab yours with the brownie and shoving it in your mouth. You nearly choked on it but eventually was able to chew and swallow it.

It was Chan, standing at the couch behind you. He then started rubbing your shoulders.

“W-why-…? Why-…” you couldn’t even get out what you wanted to say as you getting even more dizzy and disoriented from whatever was in those brownies. You could barely keep your eyes open.

“Don’t you miss having your boyfriend around?” Chan said while messaging your shoulders from behind. “Having Felix around?”

“…… y-yeah… I do…” you replied, your words practically slurred.

“You miss Felix don’t you…” he continued as Felix inched his way to your hand, laying his hand on your lap.

“Mmmmhm….” You groaned. “I-I miss him…”

Hyunjin joined in, sitting next you while turning your head towards Felix. You couldn’t really move. You felt like your muscles gave out and you barely had any control of your body.

“He misses you too. Your baby misses you.” Hyunjin said, getting close to your ear.

You were looking at Felix but could barely make out any features. “Baby… misses me…” your words were so slurred that that it was getting hard to understand.

Hyunjin pinched at your arm and snapped his fingers with his other hand next to your ear. This startled you and made you whine. At this point you could barely open your eyes. Felix squeezed your hand and smiled as your whines turned into cries.

“F-Felix… Felix?!” You were in a bit of a panic, now shaking.

“Yes, noona?” He said, squeezing your hand and getting closer.

“F-Felix… ow… hurts…” you cried as Hyunjin kept pinching your arm. “I-I’m…”

“You’re scared…?” Chan said, giving you a pinch on the back of your neck.

“S-scared…. Felix?!”

“I’m right here, love.” Felix felt your hand squeezing his and smiled as you tried leaning into him.

“S-scared… lixie… hurts…” you’re words were becoming incomprehensible and Chan took this as a sign to give you some water from the kitchen.

“Can you stand up, noona?” Felix asked while getting up and pulling you to your feet. You could barely hold yourself up and legs felt like jelly.

Chan came back with an oddly colored glass of water and held it to your lips.

“Y/n, drink this.” Chan said while tilting to make you drink it. “It’ll make you feel better.”

Your drank it without hesitation and after a few seconds your legs gave out. Luckily Felix caught you and soon enough you passed out. Felix cheered as you did so and picked you up bridal style. Your arms and legs were limp and head hanging.

“Thanks guys.” Felix said with a bright smile, the first one his friends have seen in months.

“No problem…” Chan sighed while looking at the others who nodded.

-

Felix took you home and gently placed you on the bed. He undressed you and put on some pajamas he stole from your apartment.

He laid next to you and lifted your shirt a bit to trace little designs on your stomach with his finger. He did this until falling asleep next to you.

You woke up hours later in the morning. Your head hurt and you got up to look around. You couldn’t figure out where you where you were or what happened last night.

You exited the room, recognizing your surroundings. This was Felix’s place!

Felix met you in the kitchen, a bright smile on his face as he saw you.

“Good morning.” He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek and grabbing your hand.

“N-no…” you pull away and shake your head.

“Noona…” Felix pouted, coming closer. “You said you missed me..”

“I don’t… I don’t…?” You couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. This was Felix right? Something didn’t feel right. Was this your boyfriend.

You rubbed your forehead when you had a random weird wave of panic.

“F-Felix…?”

“Noona? Are you scared?” He asked, tilting his head. “Are you scared noona?”

You hesitanted and he gave you a tight hug. “W-why… why am I-…”

“Shhhh~” the boy interrupted and gently rubbed your back. “I’m here… I’ll always take care of you.”

You were just confused, wondering how you got there. About what happened last. What’d you even do yesterday?

“I’m gonna take care of you, noona…” he said with a devious smile. “You need me now…”

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Ko-fi