#walking down a completely dark street in the middle of the night with barely enough money on my prepaid card to call my mom just in case

[you-will-return]

Today was... well... something...

The BC show was great, no doubt about that. The guys were really having fun up there. Could I have done without the heat and getting my head pressed against the barricade so hard by a crowdsurfer that the back of my ear split open? Yeah, definitely. But does that mean that I didn't have fun? No.

I mean I would've had more fun for the rest of the day if I had still had the ability to crane my head and not suffer in the heat. But the BC show itself was just as great as always.

I saw some of my usual concert buddies again (bc fans of a feather or smth like that) and I had so much fun at the Attila and Sleep Token shows as well.

Wish I could've stayed for Gojira but I desperately need some rest, a glass of water and an Ibuprofen ASAP.

Currently I'm stuck at a random train station in the middle of nowhere and I'll probs be home at 4 (kill me).

I want to sleep soooo badly

[theapangea]

Bruised

Characters: Lip Gallagher x reader, Fiona, Ian, Debbie, V

Summary/ Request: How do you think lip would react if fwb that they've known each other forever ends up coming to the house in the middle of the night in the middle of winter with sleep shorts and a tank top with socks, covered in bruises

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Parent abuse, physically abuse

A/N: PROTECTIVE LIP AHHHHH!!!! I just love him and know he'd protect reader at ALL COST! All mistakes are mine as I am sometimes too lazy to proof read but I hope you enjoy!! Let me know what you think!! <3

You are in a daze.

Your frail body shakes as the sudden flashbacks of yelling and pushing and crying continue to play in your head. Trying to understand, to comprehend what in the hell just happened. Thinking a million thoughts yet completely nothing at all. Your head aches, the shooting pressure builds, beating against your skull. 

The snow crunches under your steps, soaking through your socks as you stumble to keep yourself up right. The icy wind causes you to tremble more than the horrors of the night. Barely able to keep your eyes open wide enough to see where you are going. 

Having no particular destination in mind but here you are standing outside Lip Gallagher’s house, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, begging to be let in. 

Lip has been the person you’ve leaned on for almost every bullshit thing that has happened in your life, understanding each other on a deeper level. It was only recently that your relationship with Lip became sexual but your connection was much more than that. And unfortunately neither of you have the guts to make it anything more than just friends who sleep together.

Your knocking rapidly increases, quickly becoming impatient until you hear the lock on the other side click and the porch light turn on. Coming face to face with his older sister Fiona who’s look of annoyance quickly washes over with concern, brows furrowing, mouth open in shock as she stares at your fragile body, wearing only a cotton tank top, small boxer shorts and socks shielding you from the cold. Your exposed skin is covered in purple bruises, deepening in color with every second that you tremble in front of her. 

Immediately snatching one of the jackets off the hook behind her and wrapping it around your shoulders as she pulls you inside. Goosebumps lining your skin as the warm, inside air circles around you. The pain is no longer from the cold but from the aching bruises. 

And while your world has been turned upside down, a happy boy on the next street over is fighting a huge grin as he walks back home.

The extra skip in Lip’s step was from the wonderful night he just spent with Karen, mainly the sex part. Their relationship has become more positive and Lip hopes that they are finally going to make it more official, like boyfriend/ girlfriend official, no one else on the side.

But...becoming official with Karen means that he will no longer get to see you...at all. Karen is hugely jealous of your relationship with Lip. The inside jokes, the constant hanging out, the connection that she sees that you two are obviously oblivious to. And the only way that she agreed to making things official with Lip is that he will have to cut off all ties with you.

Lip is feeling torn, picking between you and Karen should be so easy for him but these past couple of months, especially when you add sex into the equation, makes him question everything. He lets out one more deep breath, the fog floating in front of him as he knows that tomorrow he will finally have to tell you that you can’t be friends anymore. Knowing that the outcome is going to be disastrous.

Skipping every other skip as he jogs up the stairs of the back porch, a curious thought enters his mind as he notices all the lights shining into the darkness of the night and the door unlocked as he jiggles the handle. Walking into the warm kitchen, unwrapping his scarf and shrugging off his jacket, dismissing the items onto the table until some unknown later time.

The commotion from the front end of the house travels around his body as he stumbles to kick off his boots, catching himself on the wall by the stairs to stop himself from falling over. Peaking around the corner, trying to understand the roaring chaos that fills that Gallagher house tonight. 

Ian comes down the stairs, his hand placed on his forehand and the other holds a phone tightly to his ear. Practically arguing with the person on the other line, speaking some details about a house over on Gilmore Street.

Gilmore Street…that’s where you live. 

Lip’s interest suddenly peaked, his face asking a plain question towards his younger brother…what the hell is going on here?

But Ian waves him off, continuing on his story on how the police need to check on the house now and how something really fucked up happened. 

Lip stands there dumbfounded, trying to figure out this super confusing situation that he just walked into. His attention floats elsewhere as the two women in the next room talking abruptly loud. If he didn't know Fiona and V personally, then he would think hat they are arguing. Walking closer to the dining room but not actually in the room itself, Lip watches their interaction. 

Their movements are elaborate and complex. Fiona runs fingers through her hair, tossing it to one side, passing the hard floor beneath her. The conversation between them is making no sense to Lip, something about having to wait until tomorrow and trying to solve some problem. 

Lip stands still, his mind trying to piece the puzzle together from the small details that he has been given. But how could he, when it feels like everyone is talking in code. Like it's some top secret event that he can't know anything about.

Feeling something graze his side, bringing him back to reality to see Debbie walk between the two women towards the living room. In her hands a mug with steam coming from it. Walking quickly to the couch where she hands the mug to a girl. Lip following Debbie's same movements to get a better look at who's in his house. Eyes wide when it see that it's you...

A confused look freezes on his face as he studies your body. Your shaky hands reach out towards the mug as the warm contains seeping through the glass cup through your body. Your eyes fixated in front of you, as if the small girl standing in front of you isn’t actually there. Your chest heaving rapidly, breathing heavily through your nose. Knees bruised, shaking together. 

It is as if the dam that keeps the water of emotions behind a strong wall suddenly shatters. The instant fire spreads through Lip’s body as he sees your weak state. The walls of decorum crumble as his hands turn into fist and his jaw locks. The blood making his face bright red, moving quickly to your side, his knees hitting into the wooden floors hard as he practically pushes Debbie out of the way so he is kneeling in front of you.

“WHAT HAPPENED?” Lip voice breaks through the chaos of the house as he holds onto your shoulders, shaking slightly but your gaze would shift to meet his, “What happened, tell me!” He whines, the pain mixed with anger driving his actions.

“Don’t yell at her dummy.” Fiona shouts as she comes over, grabbing Lip off the floor so they are face to face.

“What the fuck is going on?” The spit spewing from his mouth, his hand signaling towards you and why you are bruised and bleeding and hurt. Why you? Why you?

“We don’t know. Your little girlfriend just showed up here like 10 minutes ago.” V crosses her arms behind Fiona. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Lip quickly remarks, the comment would have stung you more if you can actually concentrate but tonight is not the night for you to be dwelling over how Lip Gallagher feels about you. 

Your soft voice speaks his name.

Lip coming to you again, “Hey,” Lip’s kind eyes are on you, his touch now gentle as his heart aches. 

Eyes shaking as they meet him, glossing over as a tear slips down your cheek. But you struggle to get any words out.

“Just tell me what happened?” His hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears, “Please tell me.”

Gulping hard, your trembling body making the liquid in your mug move, hesitating as you say, “My dad."

“He got out?” 

“From where?” Debbie asks.

Lip groans, hate having to explain further, “Prison. Shut up.” Debbie rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed.

“Th-this morning.” The words feel like cotton balls in your mouth.

“He did this to you?” Standing up immediately, “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. Get the bat Ian.” He points towards his brother who instantly follows his orders.

The tears start flowing now, the snob leaking from your nose. Your body collapsing as the abuse of the night finally settles in causing you lose yourself.

“Lip.” Deb pulls Lip's attention back to you.

“She needs you right now buddy. You can beat the son-of-a-bitch up tomorrow.” Fiona patting his back before leaving the room.

And he knew Fiona was right. He didn't need to be this guy who beat the shit out of some low-life, that isn't going to make him a hero to you. Lip needs to be here for you now, comfort you, take care of you. Be the man that you need.

He realized why you came over to his house, looking for him at your darkest moment. Understanding that you and him can spend hours together without saying a word. Be closer, more intimate then sex with Karen will ever be. It was always going to be you, he was always going to pick you.

Wrapping his arms around you as you sob deeper against his chest, shushing as he rocks you, "I've got you." Kissing the top of your head. The instantly relief coating your body.

~~~

Let me know what you think!! thank you for reading. I LOVE YOU!!!

[tojisbbygworl]

The Apartment Across The Street pt. 1 - Sukuna x Reader

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of the window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it.

Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

Words: 6.7k

Tags - 18+ MDNI, No Use of Y/N, No Curses, Set in late 90s/early 00s, Smut, Angst, High Sex, Missionary, Degredation, Marijuana, Slight x Toji (I can't help myself)

WARNINGS - Dead Dove, Dark, Non-Con/Dub-con, Breaking and Entering, Sukuna and Toji are criminals, Sukuna's a hitman, Choking, Violence

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author's note: Heyyyy! Okay I went a little too hard like I always do so this is a bit long and (imo) it get's a little intense so be warned. I hope you enjoy hopefully I have some motivation to keep writing. art cred: @innaillus

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

That apartment used to be empty.

Sukuna hadn’t been home in a week. He doesn’t mind. He’s learned to not have too many hopes or expectations in this line of work. Besides, he prefers being his own boss. He accepts contracts when he needs money then he’s off until it runs out. Doesn’t matter if they take days or even weeks.

Shorter jobs like this one weren’t his treat. They don’t pay as much as he likes, but it works out. These apartments were a bit shitty, they didn’t cost too much. And, he was right in the middle of the city. Easy to meet clients. The clubs went on all night long. Which is exactly how late he was out when he was home. Actually, he was planning to go out tonight. Meet up with Toji and see if he can’t get a woman in his bed by 2 am.

He wondered how long it would take to see his newest neighbor. The way the apartments in the complex are built, you could easily see into your neighbor’s bedroom. 'State guidelines say blinds aren’t required. You buy them,' was the response he received when he brought the problem up to the landlord. A lot of people invested in curtains, maybe they hadn’t bought any yet. He saw a bed, but it seems to be the only thing they’ve managed to set up. There were a couple boxes with flaps wide open sitting beside it.

After a few more moments of rumination, he closed his curtain and laid down on his bed waiting for a text to come over. In truth, he couldn't wait to see who was unlucky enough to be his new window neighbor. The last one didn’t go too well. They also didn’t invest in curtains and he isn’t entirely sure if he’s the reason they moved out, but he’s sure they didn’t appreciate catching his stare multiple times a day. And that one time at midnight.

-

All it took was the next morning.

Sukuna’s eyes crept open and he stared towards the ceiling. The girl he brought home last night was dead asleep and naked on his chest. He yawned and wiped his face tiredly. He nudged the girl off of him a bit, then sat up on the side of his bed. Ugh, he felt like shit. Toji always went entirely too hard when they went out, but Sukuna doesn’t mind. He has nowhere to be. Nothing to do. 

He got up and stretched then walked to the bathroom. As he completed his morning routine, he pondered about what today would behold for him. This is another reason he hated short jobs. Sukuna loves free time, but only if there’s something to do with it. There never really is.

He could kill that girl in his bedroom. In fact, he could have killed any girl he brought home since he moved in half a year ago. But the last time he made his job his hobby, it didn’t go so well for him. It was too close of a call, and getting arrested for murder just isn’t worth it. He could spend a couple months in the pen, not years at a time.

He spat out his toothpaste. Life was so fucking mundane. He had no life goals, barely any friends, his little brother hates him, and he works alone. All things he doesn’t actually care about, but shit, when is he going to get some excitement? Nothing gets him going anymore.

He needs something that will make him feel. A drug of some sort? But that doesn’t seem right to him. Even now as he walks back in the room staring at the woman in his bed, he feels nothing. If she woke back up and decided she wanted to have sex with him, he would say yes, but only because it’s something to do. He’s not feeling any particular way about her.

The moment he sat back down on the bed, she started shifting around. A few seconds later, she lifts her head and yawns. “Good morning.” She giggles, she leans over and kisses his cheek. Sukuna grunts.

The girl looks around the dark room. “It is morning, right?” She doesn’t let him answer before she stands up and opens the curtains. “Oh wow,” she exclaims. “I can see directly into your neighbor’s room.” She says. He still doesn’t get up, just hums at her.

“She’s cute though.”

Sukuna perks up upon hearing that. “Oh yeah? I haven’t seen her yet. She’s new.”

This was the first time since they’ve met that she said something interesting, but unfortunately for him, she drops the subject immediately and walks back into bed, leaving the curtains open. Sukuna holds back his sigh. Does he really want to spend the rest of his morning with this girl? It was half past 8. Way too early.

“I'm going to start getting ready for work,” he says without skipping a beat. She stops in her tracks and blinks at him, clearly not expecting that. It’s silent for a few moments. Sukuna’s not sure what she’s waiting on, but if it’s for him to say he’s kidding or let her stay, she’s sorely mistaken.

“Oh, I thought you were contracted,” she says nervously.

‘I only work when I feel like it, gorgeous.’ Sukuna inwardly curses himself for his suave nature. “Yeah. I got a contract. In an hour.”

His curtness and annoyed expression did good to make her feel completely and totally unwanted. The girl awkwardly smiled at him. “Oh, ha ha. Yeah…okay.” Sukuna got up and walked out of the room. Give her a little space to feel like shit while she gets ready to leave. He makes himself a cup of coffee, his face still that same blank expression even after he hears her rushing out the door from behind him. When she’s gone he takes himself back into his room.

He walks up to his window to close the curtains once more until someone catches his eye. He freezes and his eyebrows shoot upwards. That girl was right. She was cute. And he had the perfect view of her. She seemed to be posing or checking herself out. Sukuna wasn’t sure which one it was, but he hoped she didn’t stop. That bikini she had on was doing wonders for her, and him.

Something was off. Looking at her made him…tense. His hands were gripping the curtains, he was biting the inside of his cheek, his leg was shaking; Was it anxiety? No, she’s not making him nervous. What he’s feeling is euphoric. He likes it. He wants to grip her bare waist and squeeze her until she bruises.

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of her window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it. Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

-

It doesn’t take long after that to finally meet her.

Before taking his most recent job, Sukuna had nearly consumed everything in his fridge. What was left was now finished and he spent a lot of his morning sulking at a half empty milk carton, his breakfast for the day. He hated eating out, it messed with his figure.

The local grocery wasn't too bad of a walk from his place, although he hated carrying everything back. He always bought a few necessities and a few ingredients to quickly whip something up for his dinner. Today, he’d have to bulk up if he doesn’t want to keep coming back.

As much as he hated the public, shopping never seemed to be a problem for him. He was tall and intimidating, he never smiled, he was always tense; people tended to avoid him like the plague. He appreciated it. But, as he enters the frozen meal aisle with his cart half full he wishes that just for a moment, he looked approachable. Then, this would be much easier.

There she was, in sweatpants and a cropped tube top, looking at the frozen pizzas. She looked like she had been home all day. She was much cuter now that he could see her better. A lot cuter. She’s pretty as hell.

Thank goodness, too. He already knew what her body looked like, what with her constantly taking pictures of herself in front of the window. She liked to play dress up, she would try on entirely different outfits before she was satisfied. Pretty soon, the colors of her bras and panties would be ingrained into his memory.

He stood there looking her up and down for a few more seconds before he started browsing once more. Although he really was looking for food he wanted, he used this opportunity to slowly get closer to her. He pretended to be interested in some frozen broccoli and he snuck a look at her. To his surprise, and enjoyment, she had done the same. When they made eye contact, she jerked and looked away. A couple moments after that, she grabbed her food and walked away into another aisle.

Sukuna chuckled to himself. She wouldn’t get away that easily. He dropped the broccoli in his cart and followed after her. He hadn’t seen which aisle she’d gone into, so he kept walking down and looking into each one until he found her trying to get some chips from a high shelf. He smiled upon seeing her struggle. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

He managed to walk right up behind her and reach for the chips she was trying to get before she got startled. She gasped a bit and looked up at him. He looked down at her. Fuck, she was pretty. His heart started to pound, he could practically salivate at the idea of taking her home.

He hands her the chips before she can say anything, then walks away. Before he’s out of her sight he hears her say, “Thank you so much.”

Her cadence, the velvety softness of her voice; it made him want to drop to his knees. How sweet would she sound if he bit into her neck? How soft is her yelp when she stubs her toe? How shrill is her scream when she’s in pain?

Her appreciation made him stop in his tracks. He turned over his shoulder to look at her. She seemed nervous and her eyes were uncertain. Sukuna began to feel restless. So many ideas of what he could do to her if he got her alone were rushing through his mind and she was none the wiser. This aisle has been empty and no one has come by. He could take her right now.

Instead, he looks her up and down. “Yeah, sure.” And then he walks away with his shopping. He leaves wondering when next they’ll meet, she does the same as she watches his back.

-

“Still haven’t called the maintenance guy, huh? Lazy jackass.”

Sukuna turns his head to the side and glares at his unwanted guest. Toji may have been his best friend, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t want to break his fat neck and bury him in the park. Besides, that title meant jack shit. They met in jail and Toji helped him get on his feet when Sukuna’s sentence was up. Toji never really left him alone and Sukuna stayed because his family was rich. If anything, they were close acquaintances who had sex sometimes.

Speaking of Toji’s money, the asshole grew up in an affluent family which means his standards were a bit too high for the humble abode that Sukuna prefers. It was probably the most annoying part about him. He was complaining about the door to the bathroom. It didn’t close correctly so you had to force it shut. Something that just isn’t enough of a problem to be bothered to try and fix.

“Stop coming over if it annoys you so much,” Sukuna responds, taking another drag from their second blunt for the morning. He was finally starting to feel something from it and he didn’t want to hear Toji whining about bullshit.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep coming. Especially with your fine ass neighbor.” Toji walked away again, not seeing Sukuna’s head jerk towards him. What was he talking about? Sukuna didn’t tell him about her. Did he see her?

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” He gets up to follow behind him. Sukuna looks down the hallway and sees both his room and the bathroom doors wide open. The bathroom was empty. “Get out.”

He starts walking towards his room door but jumps back when Toji rushes out of it. “Come look at this,” he says, grabbing his arm.

Toji had this crazed grin on his face and he was tugging him along impatiently. “What the hell are you-” Sukuna’s words die in his throat as he gazes upon what had Toji so excited. It was his beautiful neighbor changing in front of her mirror again except, there was a big problem. She had never been completely naked before.

Holy shit, her body could stop a truck. Sukuna let his jaw drop. His eyes raked her from her breasts to her legs. She would turn around occasionally, walk back and forth in front of the window, oh he loved the way her tits bounced. He wanted her on top of him, his dick sliding in and out of her while he latched onto her nipple.

“She’s sexy as fuck, huh?” Sukuna’s unceremoniously snapped out of his trance by Toji’s comment. He turns his head towards him looking at his smile and twinkling eyes. “She do this all the time? Does she even know?” Toji gasps and looks him in the eye. “Does she do it on purpose?”

I’m that moment, a switch had flipped inside of Sukuna. Toji was watching her before he brought him in here. He saw her naked first. He shouldn’t have seen her at all. The warm swarm of butterflies in his abdomen had fluttered away, a feeling of rage building in his heart instead. She was Sukuna’s to look at, not Toji’s.

To answer his question, Sukuna shrugs. Then, they both turn towards her again only to make eye contact with her. They see her gasp, cover herself and shriek before running from the window. “Fuck,” they say in unison before shutting the curtain.

“I blame you for that,” Toji says despite both of them being at fault. He puts his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room. “Where’s the blunt?”

Toji may have forgotten about that little encounter, but Sukuna doesn’t think he can forget anytime soon. He hates that Toji got to see her like that. They still haven’t spoken more than once to each other, and now she knows he’s a pervert that stares at her through their windows. Sukuna scowls at the ground then slams his hand into the wall. She’ll leave soon just like the last one did, but this time, he doesn’t want to accept that as a possibility.

He gives himself time to calm down before joining Toji again. He can’t bring work home again.

-

It was over.

He saw her once after that incident. Waiting for Toji to pick him up for the night, he stood outside the local gas station smoking a cigarette. She’d been on his mind since. She invested in curtains, unfortunately. She was really uncomfortable. He’s not even sure if she’s left the apartment.

Thinking about what happened made him furious. If Toji hadn’t gone into his room he would have never seen her. Oh he just can’t shut the hell up about the shape of her ass and how he would let her suffocate him with her gorgeous thighs. Sukuna sighed, her thighs were gorgeous weren’t they?

She was a missed opportunity. There are so many ways he could have started something with her. It’s not like she didn’t like him, had they met again before that, he’s sure he could have gotten her number. Usually, missing out on a woman wasn’t that bothersome, but she was different for him. He looked forward to beating his dick under the windowsill while she tried on clothes. His imagination wasn’t bad, but by the time he came in his hands, his dick was red and sore and his arm was tired.

His memory is not enough. He wants her.

He looks at the time on his watch. A quarter ‘til midnight. He rolls his eyes. Toji’s always late. A quick snack is in order.

Sukuna mindlessly stares at the powdered donuts wondering if he really feels like fucking up his clothes and having dirty fingers. He hates club bathrooms, the one here is just as bad, and he doesn’t want to lick his fingers. Maybe he won’t. But right before he decides to leave, the door opens. He turns his head upon hearing the small ring of a bell, but doesn’t pay attention to the culprit until they’re in the same aisle. “Oh shit,” he said before he could stop himself.

He tries to look away before she notices, but it’s too late. He looks back at her and grimaces. The girl is shaken to her core. Poor thing is afraid. And while Sukuna feels a bit bad about making such a cutie so frightened, it kind of…warms his heart. She takes in a deep breath and twists back around. She doesn’t even buy anything. She just leaves.

He almost chases her. He stands in the aisle still reveling in her presence. He breathes deeply thinking about how nice it felt to have such power over someone. Hm.

Sukuna leaves the store only a few moments after her. Toji’s BMW was running next to a pump as he got out of the car. “Oh shit, there you are.” He grins. “Guess who I just saw.”

“I know. She was running from me.” Sukuna says, getting into the passenger seat.

Toji cackles while driving away. “Damn, so she’s scared of us, huh?” Sukuna shrugs. “She looked like it. Girl was huffing it. Actually…she ran down the street towards where we’re going.”

Sukuna raises a brow at him. Toji doesn’t say anything and just keeps smiling. “So?”

He turns on his beamers and slows down as he drives between the apartment buildings. Sukuna’s eyes widen as he realizes just what Toji’s trying to do. And soon his lips follow. Just up ahead was a figure with a hoodie walking very quickly. They turn around and immediately shield their eyes from the bright lights. It was her.

She seemed confused at first, and the bright light contrasted with the darkness of the night blinded her from seeing who was in the car. However, she didn’t stop walking or slow down. She decided to mind her business instead. It could be anyone. Anyone. Even though it was the same car waiting at the gas station.

Despite her telling herself that she’s okay, she couldn’t help but notice how they were matching her speed. And that once they had gotten right behind her, the window was rolled down. And that she still had a block left to go.

“Ay,” Sukuna shouted from behind her, effectively terrifying her. She turned to see his smile and upon further investigation, she saw Toji’s from the driver’s seat. Oh no. “You can’t say hi? You scared of me?” He taunts.

She ran.

-

And that was the worst thing she could have done.

There have been a few recent instances that made her question her move to this city. She was hoping to start a new life, away from her family, away from her ex, make some new friends; she didn’t think she would be planning to move out after a couple months.

That man…she didn’t know what the hell his problem was. Why did he and his friend follow her out of the gas station? Was he crazy? Did she do something to him? Since they followed her, she’s been racking her mind trying to figure out what the hell she did to deserve this. Before that, she had only ever spoken to him once at the grocery store. He was extremely intimidating, but she was intrigued by him. She didn’t mean to stare, but he was very attractive. Clearly he had seen it as some sort of invitation. Maybe he followed her into that aisle and it wasn’t just an act of kindness.

Coming home after work had become so much more nerve wracking. In fact, coming out of her unit brings her horrible anxiety. She’s constantly looking over her shoulder. Tries to pretend the building across doesn’t even exist. She doesn’t understand what took her so long to get curtains; it just wasn’t a priority for her. Either way, she didn’t deserve to be punished for her forgetfulness.

She’s in a weird position where the longer she goes without seeing him, the more worried she becomes even though she never wants to see him or his friend again. Currently, she was in the elevator heading up to her apartment. She was catching her breath and trying to relax now that she was safe. She does this everyday now.

She couldn’t wait to be home. The entire day she’s been feeling like complete crap. Her heart refused to leave her stomach. She dropped so many cups behind the bar that she spent more time sweeping and wiping up drinks than making them. And she was on the verge of tears the entire time. It was nice to be home, but she wondered how bad it would be tomorrow.

In fact, it was so bad today that although she was physically relaxed, her brain just wouldn’t be quiet. It kept telling her to stay alert, that there was still something waiting for her. She tried her best to ignore it and enjoy her night. She was going to kick off her shoes, rip off all her clothes, warm up her leftovers and hit her bong. She was off tomorrow and she is not planning on leaving her room at all.

She messed with her keys when she approached her door. All the apartments had two locks, a deadlock and a lock on the handle, but she was looking for another that she could attach herself. The home goods store near her didn’t have any promising ones, so she had to wait on a shipment.

She reached for the handle to unlock it. Her hand twisted the lever and she retracted it immediately. Her heart starts racing once more, but then she realizes the door was still closed. When she can’t get the door open, she sighs in relief. The deadlock was still intact and locked. The apartments are just shitty.

As relieved as she was in that moment, this just meant she had another problem to deal with. She couldn’t go with one of her locks not working, especially not the handle. In fact, maybe she’ll deal with it tonight. She does have tools and she can be pretty handy when she needs to be.

Like she wanted to, she kicks off her shoes and rips off her jacket. She almost takes off her clothes before she notices a certain smell in the air. Her apartment smelled of weed, but it smelled like someone was actively smoking right at that moment. Maybe it was her next door neighbor.

She walks through her silent home. Maybe she should get a cat. There are quite a few friendly strays around. She could afford-

What was that noise?

A bump. In her bedroom.

What could it have been? Had her worst fears come true?

No. It’s not possible…so why had that sinking feeling returned in full force? There was nothing in her room. There was no one in her room…

-

Toji had broken the lock for him. 'Just record it for me,' was his end of the bargain.

The place was just as cute as he thought it was. She still had a lot of things unpacked, and she hadn’t gotten a couch for the living room. Hm. He wonders if she really is planning on leaving. That would not be good.

He would want her to stay, but if she can get away from him, at least he’ll get a taste of her.

She leaves her weed out. Hm…he would enjoy this better if he were high. And he’ll make her smoke too. 

When he heard her coming closer to her room, he put the bong down and stood up. Her room was small and it was pitch black, the only light coming from the embers in the bowl. He hit her closet door and she heard it. Fuck. He hopes she doesn’t get a weapon out.

And she didn’t. This girl is…something else.

He hides right behind the door in between the wall and the hinges. Then, he waited quietly and patiently until she slowly opened the door and turned on the light. And before she could try to look around, he slammed the door shut behind her.

-

It all happened in a second.

She heard the door slam and time froze. She told herself then and there, that she was going to die tonight. She knew who her killer would be before she turned around. Did she even want to?

She didn’t have a choice, her body reacted before she could think. All she saw was a small scowl, he had brown eyes, but they looked tainted with blood. His hands, his large hands, shot towards her head and before she could scream he trapped her mouth shut. His other hand gripped the back of her head.

She fought him as violently as she could. She scratched his face, pulled his hair, tried to poke him in the eyes; but he was quick to show her that he was much stronger than her. He pulls his hand off of her mouth and smacks her across the face. She can only scream for a second before his hand is back on her mouth and he pushes her into the bed.

Sukuna takes his hand off of the back of her head and squeezes her neck. He still holds her mouth shut. She gets weaker and weaker as the oxygen leaves her brain. He leans down towards her face to speak to her. “You want to live?”

Tears had long been streaming down her face, but this is the point where she finally breaks down wailing. She lets her arms fall and Sukuna loosens his grip on her neck. But only slightly. She takes a deep breath and cries into his hand. “Answer me,” he says. “Come on, pretty girl.”

She cries a bit more before nodding her head in defeat. “I know. You’re gonna do what I say?”

She nods again. “You’re not gonna scream when I take my hand off?” She sniffles and sobs again. “Because you want to fucking live, right? Right?” He tightens his grip on her neck again. She kicks her feet and nods as best as she can. “Go turn off your light and turn on your lamp. You’re gonna smoke with me.”

He gets off her and watches her to make sure she does what he asks. It takes her a minute, she lays there quietly sobbing and wiping her tears while Sukuna takes another hit of her bong, but eventually she gets up to turn on her lamp, then flip her light switch. “Lock the door too. I like the feeling of extra privacy when I’m taking a woman to bed.”

-

He disgusts her.

He forces her to take several long hits that had her in horrible coughing fits. And of course, it wasn’t long before she was completely inebriated. She couldn’t really move too much, or think too much. But even though she was out of commission, she could hear every word Sukuna said to her.

He talked her ear off about how he’d been looking at her for a week before they met at the grocery store. All the way up until she realized just how exposed she was from catching him and his friend staring. It was her fault, is what he said. He said she was stupid to not think anyone could see her. She should have gotten blinds or curtains when she moved in. A fucking dumbass bitch.

That’s how she felt.

He taunted her as he watched her take her clothes off. His dick was already in his hand, he had been hard for a while. Imagining his dick finally pounding into her as he squeezes the life out of her.

‘I think you wanted someone to watch you,’ he said to her. She hung onto every word he said, answered every question he had. ‘You’re an attention seeking slut, aren’t you? Nod your head.’ And she did. ‘What’s your name?’ And she told him. ‘Take that shit off faster and come hit this again.’

She was completely out of it, but instead of floating, she sank. She sunk deeper into the bedsheets, Sukuna weighing her down with every word. Every stroke of his hand on her thigh, every lick on her neck and collarbone, every bite on her chest. When he reached down between her legs and stroked her clit, she moaned, then cried in shame.

“Shhhh,” he whispered in her ear from behind her. “You’re gonna love me. And if you’re good I won’t hurt you.” He kisses her ear, then nibbles on it. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down the side of her neck. She cries and shakes, twisting her head away from him as best as she could. Sukuna’s hands explore her body eagerly. He can’t decide whether he wants to grip her hips or play with her nipples. She was so soft, just as he imagined.

He flips her onto her back. “Look at me, baby.” She opens her eyes only slightly, her tears blurring her vision completely before falling. He takes his hand to cup her cheek and wipe them with his thumb. As she gazed upon his naked body on top of hers, she accepts her fate: this man was going to rape then kill her.

He looked deranged. His brows were knit together with a lopsided grin. Her body is racked with sobs once more. “It’s okay,” he tells her. “Shhhh.” He slowly brings his thumb wet with salty tears to her mouth. She tries to pull her head away, but he quickly attaches his hands back to her mouth and head then he leans down towards her. “I thought you said you wanted to live.”

She’s actually not sure at this point. Does she want to live with this trauma? Does she want to continue being this man’s neighbor for him to torture however he sees fit? Does she want to have to look at his building every single day living in fear that he’ll do it again? Living in fear of his friend getting any bright ideas?

“Just relax.” He lets go of her head and goes for her neck. She moans as he bites and sucks on it, making sure to leave a mark reminding her of what he did. It won’t be the only one.

Sukuna slowly takes his hands and lifts both of her legs in the air. He licks his fingers while looking at her, then bites his lip as he plays with her clit once more. She breathes harder and harder with every rub. They don’t break eye contact, it does something to him. He’s reveling in her fear. Her eyes were shot, her mascara and eyeliner running down her face. It made her look even more beautiful. She was making him feral.

Sukuna’s dick was an angry scarlet and dripped precum all over her leg where it rested. He was big and it scared her even more. As his eyes explored her body, he got hungrier and hungrier. He slides a finger inside of her and starts pumping. Her pussy was slick with her arousal.

“Fuck,” he whispered putting in another finger. He pumped his fingers hard enough to make her wetness splash. She threw her head back and arched her chest into the air. She sounded just as sweet as he thought she would. She was turning out to be everything he wanted and more. He wasn’t waiting any longer.

He yanked his fingers out of her and searched her bedside table for his camcorder. She whined when he removed himself from her and watched him. Sukuna pressed record.

“Say hi to Toji,” he told her, sticking the lens in her face. She closes her eyes and tries to avoid the camera. He grips her chin with his fingers and forces her head forward. “Ain’t she pretty?” Sukuna pulls away from her face to record her body. He takes her tit in his hand to play with. He jiggles and pulls on her nipple before smacking it. When she squealed he did it again.

“He’s gonna love watching me fuck the shit out of you.” Sukuna sat and balanced the recorder on her nightstand perfectly angled to show their torsos and hips. He gets back on the bed to grab her waist and pull her towards his. He groaned when he felt his dick rub against her pussy. “You know who I’m talking about, right? My friend? You know he saw you before I did.”

He pauses to spit into his hand and starts jerking his throbbing shaft. “I wanted to kill that fucker.” Sukuna leans over once more and kisses her several times before capturing her lips in one long and forceful kiss. He rubs his dick against her entrance as he does this, with a desperate moan from both of them to accompany it. Sukuna rests his forehead against hers. “Tell me you’re mine.” His eyes are fiery, and she doesn’t wish to find out what will happen if she fails to do what he asks.

His tip begins to poke through her entrance. She whimpers and he brings his head down and bites her lip. “Come on…”

“I’m yours-” He finally starts tucking his dick into her. The feeling of being inside her was heaven on Earth. He wasn’t ashamed of how loudly he moaned. She was louder anyway. They always are. Even when they don’t want it.

“My name is Sukuna.” She takes all of him like a fucking champ. And looks good as fuck while doing it. And her voice…

“I’m yours, Sukuna.”

A tear ran down her cheek. The dragging of his dick against her walls was nothing like she’s ever felt before. It felt so good, but she was the unhappiest she’d ever been. She’s terrified and unsure if she’ll live to see tomorrow. He says he won’t kill her if she’s good, but what does good even mean to him?

She knows there’s nothing she really could have done to avoid what was currently happening to her. This man- no, Sukuna, saw her when she was first moved in and decided then and there that he wanted to rape her. No matter what he claims about her being rude and ignoring him when he helped her. And yet, she blames herself.

If she had just gotten curtains or blinds early enough, then maybe she could have avoided him. Or maybe she wouldn’t have existed to him at all. At least he wouldn’t have known what floor she was on or her room. Maybe he wouldn’t have known what building she was in.

She was so fucking stupid.

-

He repeated that all night.

‘Stupid fucking bitch,’ he would mutter under his breath. ‘Changing in front of a window, thinking no one’s gonna see you? Posing in mirrors and shit?’ He fucked her at a smooth and steady rythym, she was soaking wet and splashing all over his stubble. The sheets were damp underneath. ‘Oh yeah. You like it when I talk to you like that?’ She couldn’t stop herself from crying in humiliation.

He asked her to cry louder for ‘Toji’, which she did, and he proceeded to smack her across the face for being too loud.

He felt amazing, he pushed her legs into her chest and hammered into her. She cried into his mouth as she came all over him. Her pussy squeezing his member drive him insane and before he knew it he was cumming inside her. ‘Fuck…’ He pulled out and jerked the rest of his cum onto her pussy and thighs. He quickly grabbed the camera to show Toji, with the flash on.

‘Look at that shit,’ Sukuna made sure to examine her at every angle. He pushed his finger into her and chuckled when she moaned. His index was covered with his cum and he brought it and the camera up to her body and face.

She was completely tired out. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she could barely even lift her eyelids. Sukuna kissed at her like a dog, then maneuvered the camera to her face. Her face was soaked with tears and spit. Her makeup had smudged everywhere and ran down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, and she ached everywhere.

Her mouth hung open and Sukuna proceeded to jam his finger into it. He used it to pull her head back over to him and made out with her. Then, his dick started poking her ass.

She had no idea what time last night they were finally done, talk less of when she actually fell asleep. He smoked a blunt after the whole thing, sat her up so he could make her smoke too. He found her liquor cabinet. The night got worse.

She puked her guts out then fell asleep on the floor, but now she was in her bed trapped underneath him. They were both naked. She was sore as the day was long. He snores next to her. Holy fucking hell. She’s alive. Why is she alive?

She starts breathing heavily and looking around her room. She doesn’t know what to do. She didn’t think she would still be here.

In a flash, he’s up. His hand is over her mouth, and his eyes are staring into hers. He has a poker face. She shakes in his clutches and her eyes fill with tears already. “Relax. Listen to me. I know what you’re planning.”

What? What is he- “I dare you to fucking try and move away from me. I will follow you and ruin your life.”

“You said you were mine last night? Then you’re mine. You’ll do what I say, and I’ll do as I please with you. Do you understand?”

All she could do was nod. What could she say? She was planning on moving despite not having the money for it. She would have to save up. And now that he’s shown her what he’s capable of, why would she take the risk? 

Why is this happening to her? What did she do to deserve this? Want a better life for herself?

-

Sukuna was pleased with how the morning was going.

She was sitting on a stool in her dining room watching him make them breakfast with an ice pack on her face and a blanket over her body. She didn’t know what to think.

Suddenly, he perks up and turns towards her. “You got a phone, pretty?” 

She could throw up again. She swallows and points towards the hall . “My room,” her voice was hoarse and weak. “On the other side of the bed.”

He pauses and blinks at her. She gets scared again wondering what she did wrong this time. He turns the heat off. “You’re coming with me.”

Toji answers in a flash. “So, how was it?”

“You’re gonna like what you see.” He turns towards where she’s sitting on the bed. “Isn’t that right?” She’s not amused.

“Are you…are you with the bitch right now?” Toji asks.

“Yeah,” Sukuna makes his voice dreamy. “We’re going steady.”

ending a/n: Please lmk what you think ! Thank you for reading !

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[halloweennymph]

Full Moon

werewolf x f! reader

summary: after a failed halloween party, you decide to go home, not even thinking that you would end up having a passionate encounter with a beast.

warnings: oral (f! receiving), loss of virginity, dub-con, knotting, breeding, mentions of kidnapping.

a/n: i haven’t written in months so it’s probably not my best work, but i hope that some of you enjoy it!! <3

You tried. You really tried going to that stupid halloween party that your friends had been begging you to attend with them, promising that it would be cool and fun. But it wasn’t like that, an hour later they just disappeared, probably just to fuck with their boyfriends in a random room or bathroom, leaving you by yourself surrounded by strangers in a house that already smelled like alcohol and puke.

That’s how you ended up walking alone in the middle of the night, wearing a ridiculous angel costume that barely covers your body, planning on getting back home as soon as possible and spend the night in cozy pajamas and watching horror movies.

The street is almost empty, just some kids trick or treating are still outside, but you don’t really pay attention to anything until you hear something strange, some footsteps creeping closer to you.

At first you can’t see anything, it’s too dark, but then you see him. A werewolf, hiding behind a tree, staring at you with big yellow eyes as if he is about to catch another prey to eat.

A very realistic costume, that’s what you think, maybe just a random dude trying to mess with you… right?

“Nice costume!” you smile to him from the distance, not wanting to be rude, and then continue to your way home. A couple more blocks and you’ll be there, ready to relax after that disgusting place and the so called party.

If it weren’t for the full moon, you’d be completely terrified to be on your own, but with the way it dimly illuminates your path it’s almost soothing.

Once you finally get home, you take off your shoes and go straight to your room to take off the rest of your cheap costume. But once you strip down to just your panties, you hear those strange noises again.

…maybe this time it’s some wild animal or kids messing around?

You turn around to look through your window and there he is, that werewolf staring at you once more, as if he hadn’t had enough with that first time. But instead of feeling pissed off, you feel fear, and a deep instinct to run and hide.

“Go away” it’s all you can say, and of course that he won’t follow you orders, he already decided that you will be his, one way or another.

Before you can even think or react, the werewolf breaks the window and comes inside your room, inspecting the place carefully and stepping on the broken glass without feeling a single thing. That’s it. You think it’s over and imagine the worst escenario possible, but when he comes closer to you he just stares down at your fragile and terrified frame.

“I won’t hurt you” he says. “I just think that you’d be the perfect mate for me, don’t you think, little one?”

Having him just a few inches inches from you, you can see his sharp teeth, his wet nose and shiny fur, and you can also perceive his strong smell, animalistic, and… intoxicating. That’s when you realize that it’s not just a dude in a costume, it’s a real werewolf.

“I- I don’t know” you reply with a trembling voice.

He takes a step closer and leans in, just enough to smell your hair, your neck, and your shoulders. So so sweet. You wouldn’t believe it if he told you that he smelled you from miles away, causing some kind of urge on him, so intense that he had to track down the pretty thing that smelled just like innocence.

“You’re a pure one” he growls, with his muzzle buried on your neck. “We don’t find things like you very often”.

You don’t really know what he’s implying by pure, maybe the fact that you’re still a virgin, but oh, all of the sudden your thoughts and fears vanish from your mind when he starts licking your neck.

Each drag of his tongue feels like nothing you’ve had before, and so you dare to touch him, a real one, like you always read about in those romance novels. You caress his fur, thick and soft, and then slightly pull on those pointy ears, completely amazed to be able to run your hands through such a dangerous beast.

Without wasting any time, he wraps his paws around your waist and guides you to the bed, pushing you softly into the softness of your silk sheets.

Now having you completely at his disposal, he takes just a few seconds to admire your fragile body. He always dreamed of having a little human all to himself, but he never thought he’d find someone so pretty, so perfect.

Caging you beneath him, his muzzle slowly travels down to your cleavage and your tits, licking your hard nipples for a bit before continuing his way down, dragging his wet nose from your ribs to your belly, and finally, your clothed pussy.

He effortlessly rips off your lace panties with his fangs and his tongue immediately finds its place between your folds, tasting your sweet arousal. And that’s more than enough to drive him crazy.

He devours your pretty pussy like he hasn’t eaten in months, moving his slimey tongue from your little hole to your clit, making you mewl in pleasure and buck your hips against his face in an attempt to receive more.

He wraps his strong arms around your thighs, slightly digging his claws into your skin, just to keep you from moving while he licks your clit as fast as he can.

“I’m gonna cum” you moan, mindlessly tugging at his dark fur, already feeling that familiar pit in your lower belly about to explode.

A few seconds more and you come undone, riding the waves of pleasure on his mouth. And even though you’re starting to get overstimulated, he keeps your trembling legs apart, drinking all the sweet juices that leak out of you.

Oh, you have no idea how much he’s going to enjoy tearing open that unused little pussy of yours.

In your mind, clouded by pleasure, you think that maybe he will go away now, but when he get his muzzle out of between your legs and starts manhandling your body onto a new position, you know that it’s not over. He wants more than that.

Putting on all fours, he pushes your head to the mattress and lifts your hips, so roughly that he unintentionally scratches your skin with his long claws.

“This might hurt you a little bit” the werewolf speaks, using the tip of his red cock to smear his precum all over your entrance. “But you’re gonna take it like a good girl, won’t you?”

You’re scared, with your heart racing like crazy, but deep down you crave it. You crave to be fucked hard, and right now you don’t even care that he’s a beast that could easily tear you in half.

“Y-yes” you mewl, arching your back even more. “I’ll be a good girl.”

That’s all he needed to hear. Slowly, he starts pushing it inside, letting out a soft hiss at the sensation of your little hole stretching around him, so warm and tight, accommodating to the big size of his cock.

It hurts and stings, but you don’t want him to stop, so you just cry out in pain while grabbing your sheets, trying to tough it out like the good girl that you promised to be.

Once he is buried deep inside your pussy, he gives you a few seconds to adjust, spitting some drool right there to make it more slippery before thrusting. He starts slowly, but it’s not long until his animalistic urges take over and it turns rough and desperate.

You swear that you can feel him all the way up to your guts, forcing your walls to memorize each one of his ridges and veins. And before you know it, the pain has faded, leaving only the pleasurable stretch.

“It’s too much” you moan when he hits your sweet spot, mixing quite well with the bounce of his heavy balls against your clit.

“Go ahead and cum on my cock, pretty girl” he growls, grabbing your ass to slam into you even harder, already knowing that you’re close to another orgasm by the way you clench around him.

Loud squelching noises and your pathetic cries fill the room, it’s filthy, and you kinda feel like a slut for losing your virginity in such a dirty way. But do you care? not a single bit, specially not when you’re getting fucked by a literal werewolf.

You can’t take it any longer so you let your second orgasm overtake your body, whimpering and trembling under him, your greedy hole now spasming and sucking him in, begging to be bred.

You feel so good that just a few more thrusts and he is finally reaching his peak, letting out a deep grunt as he releases all of his hot cum inside you, filling your womb with his fertile seed.

He collapses on top of you, careful not to hurt you under his weight, only for a few minutes while you both catch your breath and enjoy the weird sensation of his inflated knot binding you together.

You have no idea of what you just did, but a dumb smile appears on your face, feeling safe under the mass of muscles and fur.

What you really don’t know, is that once his cock goes soft, he’s gonna pull out and carry your limp body in his arms, taking you with him to the deepest part of the woods. Why would he leave you there on your own again if you’ll probably have his pups after a few months?

Now you’re his, forever.

[enchantedflameandflower]

Billy Butcher x you one shot!

In the rain! Cuddles in his coat! Then smut after the rain!

18+ only, for sex, oral (f receiving) and a bit of soft!dom Billy

Inspired by the post by @kus-babygirl this morning and the reblog by @violent-darkness !!! Thank you so muchhhh ahhhhhhh

Karl Urban Masterlist

Another fucking night working ridiculously late but you have the weekend off and nothing is going to stop you from turning every phone and computer, email account and messaging app you have off for the entire span of time you finally have to yourself.

Well…yourself and Billy. You hope. You always help the boys out when you can, but you kept your regular job as well, because what you do means so much to you and you can’t give it up. Even if sometimes it feels like it’s killing your soul. But you refuse to think about any of that for the next 58 hours.

Billy’s promised to meet you when you get off and sure enough when you push through the big glass doors of your building, you can see his tall silhouette standing in the darkness by the corner. It doesn’t even matter you can’t quite make out his face from here. You would know that muscled, broad shouldered physique anywhere.

“Hey…” you murmur, as you approach, looking up at him. “Thanks for picking me up tonight.”

“Well it’s fuckin’ late and I don’t want you wanderin’ the streets in the middle of the night by yourself, do I?”

You roll your eyes, but your heart swells for a beat. It’s not like you haven’t done it a hundred other times but when he gets all protective and possessive of you…it really fucking turns you on.

“Where’s your fuckin’ coat?” he asks, his brow furrowing as he looks you over head to toe.

“I was in a hurry this morning, and anyway it was warm today.” You glance up at the sky, just now realizing the clouds have rolled in and you never noticed.

“Fer fuck’s sake, doll, it’s ‘spose to storm,” he frowns but then he sighs and he slings his arm around your shoulders as he pulls you close to his chest. “C’mon, let’s get a leg on then, maybe we can beat it.”

But sure enough, not two minutes into the walk back to your apartment you start to feel big, fat raindrops splattering across your nose. A second later the sky just seems to open up and it’s an absolute downpour.

“Fuck,” you can hear Billy grumbling immediately and you can’t help a little giggle but you’re relieved the deluge of rain keeps him from hearing it.

“C’mere,” he rumbles grumpily and he’s opening up his big old coat for you, wrapping it around your body and pulling you against him. “Cuddle in close now, doll, can’t have ya catchin’ a cold.”

You slide your arm around his waist under his coat, curling your fingers into his dark Hawaiian shirt and doing your best to just hold on as he hurries you home.

Your hair is already soaked, you can’t help that, but the feeling of being wrapped up in Billy’s coat is sooo warm and so perfect. It feels so safe, when he has you like this, you can’t help but feel good.

The two of you have to stop at a crosswalk just before your building to wait for the light to turn and Billy tugs you closer somehow while you wait, tucking you underneath his chin. You turn your face into his shoulder for a moment and you can smell just a hint of his cologne, you can feel the heat of him emanating from his body, and it makes your fucking knees weak for him. Every single worry and ounce of stress seems to dissipate in a single second.

A shiver of pure wanton pleasure goes through you and when you glance up to meet Billy’s darkening hazel eyes his smirk tells you right away he knows damn well it’s not from the cold.

The moment you’re in your apartment he’s stripping the wet clothes from your body, crouching down next to you to tug your pants off, then handing you a dish towel to squeeze your hair.

You swear you’re completely naked in less than 3 minutes and he’s scooping you up in his arms, despite your half-hearted protest, then tossing you on the bed, bare and needy and completely spread out for him like some kind of kinky midnight buffet.

“Take your clothes off…” you almost whine looking up at him and his big body looming above you. You need him naked too. You need to see all of him.

“Bossy,” he tsks. “Or maybe just fuckin’ desperate for my cock, eh?” But he finishes taking his shirt off and then kneels over you, leaning on his hands by your head so you can reach his belt, wordlessly commanding you to get to work.

You obediently tug at his belt until it’s hanging lose, making him groan from above you, then quickly fumble the button of his jeans open and start pushing them and his boxers over his hips, forcing the zipper down as the fly slides over his thick swollen cock. It springs free of its restraint, the sight making your mouth water. When you can’t reach any further, you use your feet to push his jeans down his long, muscled legs and he chuckles gruffly, finally kicking them all the way off.

Billy shifts then, his hands sliding over your breasts and squeezing roughly as his gaze slips hotly over all of you again.

“Hands over your head, doll,” he commands in a low, husky voice. “I want ya to keep ‘em there. Don’t move. Understand?”

You nod eagerly as a hot, wanton frisson of pleasure ripples through your entire body, making your cunt throb and you lift your arms, crossing your wrists on the pillow above your head. “I understand,” you answer, breathless already, licking your lips.

“That’s a good girl,” he husks. “And don’t you worry, we’ll put that tongue to good use a little later,” he grins devilishly. “Let daddy take care of ya now.”

He dips his head, flicking your nipple with his tongue then catching it between his teeth and tugging, then quickly moves on, mouthing wet kisses down your torso until he’s kneeling between your thighs.

His big hands settle on your hips, holding them steady as if he already knows he’s going to drive you absolutely mad and his bearded jaw brushes against your inner thigh, urging you to shift your legs further apart for him, then pressing them to the bed with his forearms.

You’re wound so tight, you’re so desperate for him, the moment the tip of his skilled tongue flicks roughly against your throbbing clit you’re screaming out for him, mind lost to every other thought ever, your body completely his.

[natriae]

ive been thinking 🤔🤔 how did you and Dilf!Toshi meet?

cw// 14 year age gap (26 & 40), y/n had a silly little celebrity crush, fluff, no smut

"come on," your friend whined while the bouncer gave you two weird looks. Recently your friend's asshole ex boyfriend finally decided to cut things off leaving you to deal with the mess left behind. She wanted absolutely nothing more than to get completely wasted and go home with a stranger.

Being the supportive friend you are you went along to keep her safe. However, now you're wishing you hadn't. Between the flashing lights, loud music, and drunk adults it was getting on your nerves. Sitting at the bar you kept your eye on your friend as she danced with several men. Not noticing the large body that sat next to you.

"are you okay?" a deep voice rang out. What caught you off guard was how it barley had any tone too it. No one is that serious at a bar. Turning to you right you watch as the olive haired man takes a sip of his drink. His hair geled back and top three buttons of his shirt undone. His biceps pulling at the fabric of his sleeves as his arm flexes. You've seen this man before just not quite sure where.

"sorry," he interrupts and bows his body in his chair, "Ushijima Wakatoshi."

You eyes widened as you realized who's in front of you. How couldn't you have noticed. In response you respectfully bow back at the older man. The alcohol that was in your body immediately fading away.

"are you alright?" he asks again, face unmoving.

"i'm okay," you respond, face flushed. Feeling embarrassed remembering how in middle school you and your friends would gawk over the Olympic players. Instantly remembering countless nights looking up photos and videos of the then 27 year old man and giggling over his handsomeness. He's gotta at least be in his forties now you thought.

You watch as he waves his hand at the bartender, "two Manhattans," he casually asks handing over a black card to pay for the drinks. Still in shock your brain can barely process what's happening let alone speak.

Before you can thank him for the drink an arm lands on your shoulder pulling you out of your daze. "hey, sexy wanna come with me?" the man asks winking at you.

"hands off," the wing spiker commands, "she uncomfortable" he adds standing up. The strangers facade clearly switches up noticing the size difference between them. Ushijima's aura alone is enough to scare someone away, but with the way his eyes squint and his thick eyebrows drawing down in disgust you're not surprised the man scoffs and walks away.

"Are you alone?" the frowning man asks crossing his arms. Seemingly squaring himself to guard you.

You try to look around his body to find your friend, but his body covers more ground than you'd think. "yeah but..." your phone lights up at a new notification. Your friend seemingly found her prey for the night and sends a photo, "nevermind she left with someone," you solemnly tell him.

"come with me," he states, dropping cash on the bar as a tip. Before you could respond he's dragging you out of the bar into the dark streets of Tokyo.

"ow," you hiss when his grip gets to strong. His body quickly stops and attentively checks your body before realizing he's the one that hurt you. You watch as his eyes glaze over before looking to the side and taking a deep breath.

"my apologies," he he breathes out bowing before you. His body doesn't more till he hears the words leave your mouth.

"it's alright, you didn't mean it," you tell him reassuringly while rubbing your red wrist.

He stands back up and stares at your face before speaking. For a forty year old man he looks an awful lot like a teenager right now. His body stiff as a board as his mouth fights to get the words out. "you are alright with...me taking you back to my place?" He asks although coming out more as a statement. You giggle at his change in demeanor amd grab his hand and begin walking.

"So where's your car number 27?"

[happy74827]

After Hours

[Billy x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You never fully believed the saying, “wrong place, wrong time…” until now {GIF credits: moviebuffs on tumblr}

WC: 4,392 (whoops)

Category: Hurt/Comfort {TW — Melinda, threats, mention of drugs + blood, lots of cursing}

I watched this two nights ago with my friend (love you @yoursacredqueenmother) and now here I am… obsessed. The ending was lame ngl but I highly recommend this movie if you like messed up situations (and Josh looking spicy 🥵).

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You hated driving at night. All the darkness outside and the light reflecting from the headlights, it all gave you a headache.

Your eyes darted over to the passenger's seat. It was empty and you were glad. The road was bad enough, you couldn't imagine trying to deal with someone else's conversation while driving.

The only sound was the soft rumble of the car, the whirring of the engine, and the sound of the tires rolling over the rough pavement. Your hands were tense on the steering wheel as you squinted in an attempt to see a few feet ahead of you. There were no lights out here, no street lights or traffic lights, and you were starting to think there wouldn't be any towns, either.

It would be the last straw if you ran out of gas out here.

You didn't even know where you were going, you were just following the GPS's directions and praying it would get you out of this desert and somewhere safe.

You sighed and shifted in your seat, tapping the steering wheel anxiously. You hadn't seen any other cars for a few hours now, which wasn't unusual, but it was still a little nerve-wracking to be driving out in the middle of nowhere.

But of course, as all nightmares go, suddenly, your car made a strange noise and started slowing down.

"Shit!" you hissed, smacking the steering wheel. "Shit shit shit!"

The car sputtered and then finally came to a complete stop, the engine dying. You slammed your hands against the wheel, feeling tears of anger and frustration welling up in your eyes. You were completely and utterly screwed.

You sat in the car for a while, letting the silence and darkness envelop you. The heat had faded quickly as soon as the sun had set, leaving behind an eerie chill that seeped through your clothes and into your skin.

You took a deep breath and looked around, but you could barely make out the landscape around you. It was pitch black and you knew if you tried to leave the car you would lose it immediately and end up getting hopelessly lost. You weren't sure what to do.

You looked over at the empty passenger seat, now wishing more than anything that you had someone with you.

You sighed and laid your head back, trying not to think about how scared and alone you felt.

As you sat there, staring up at the roof of the car, you decided you needed a plan. You couldn't just sit here forever, and if you were going to get anywhere, you were going to need help.

You grabbed your phone from the cup holder and held down the power button, watching as the screen lit up. You had service, thankfully, and a decent amount of battery left. You unlocked the screen and opened the maps app, waiting as it searched for your location.

You watched anxiously as the small circle spun, feeling a pit of dread growing in your stomach as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity, the screen finally lit up. You sighed and put a hand on your chest, feeling relieved.

Zoomed out on the map, you looked for the nearest town. You didn’t find one, but you found a gas station… they were sure to have a jumper cable, right?

You plugged the coordinates into the GPS and started the car again, hoping that it would start.

It didn’t, of course. The whole point of getting stranded was that your car wouldn't start. So, you had no choice but to walk.

You grabbed a bag from the back seat and threw a few necessities inside, along with your wallet, your phone, your charger, and a small pepper spray bottle that your best friend had insisted you carry.

You were glad she'd been so insistent, you'd never have thought you'd need it.

You slung the bag over your shoulder and opened the door, stepping out into the chilly air. You shivered and closed the door, locking it, and then turned away from the car, setting off into the dark.

The moon was hidden behind thick clouds and the wind whipped around you, kicking up sand and rocks that stung your face and hands. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself, pulling your coat tighter around your body.

You wished you'd had the foresight to bring a thicker jacket or something, but you hadn't planned on getting stranded.

The walk was slow, the uneven ground and lack of light making the journey difficult. You could hear the wind howling around you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched.

You kept walking, trying not to think about what could be lurking in the shadows, watching your every move.

Finally, after about twenty minutes, you spotted a light in the distance. You picked up your pace, your heart racing. As you got closer, you could see it was the gas station, just like you'd hoped.

You jogged up to the doors, pushing them to open but finding them locked.

You groaned and knocked on the glass, looking inside. There were no lights on, and you couldn't see anyone.

"Hey!" you yelled, pounding on the door. "I need help!"

There was no answer, and you were starting to think no one was inside.

You sighed and sat down on the concrete, putting your face in your hands. You had no idea what you were going to do now. The stupid location said it was open twenty four hours a day, so where was the damn staff?

You were about to get up and try the door again when you were startled by the light above the doors flickered on. You looked up and saw a woman standing behind you, her dark hair flat and dull. Her clothes were a mess, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

She looked exhausted, and when she spoke, her voice was strained but polite.

"Can I help you?"

Your eyes widened, and you scrambled to your feet, trying not to look panicked. But when you noticed the name tag pinned to her shirt that read ‘Melinda,’ your fear melted away and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god, I thought no one was here," you laughed.

She didn't laugh with you, her face remained emotionless.

"Sorry, I was in the back," she explained. "What can I do for you?"

"My car broke down… honestly, I don’t remember where. It was really dark, and I don’t know this area." You shook your head and continued, "I was hoping I could buy a jumper cable or something? Just enough to get me out of here."

She nodded slowly, her expression never changing.

"Yes, they should be near the back with the other supplies." She paused, eyeing you warily. "I would offer coffee along with it, but… we're out of stock at the moment."

"That's fine," you said. "Just the cable will do."

She nodded again and stepped past you, pulling out a key and unlocking the door. She stepped inside and motioned for you to follow her. You did, and the moment you entered, a rush of cold air hit you, making you shiver.

She walked to the counter, her footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. She stopped at the register and began pressing buttons, her movements slow and methodical.

You couldn’t really care at the moment, as your eyes roamed the store, searching for the cables.

You walked down the first aisle, but didn’t see them. You kept walking, and when you came to the second aisle, you spotted them. You were about to grab them, but then you noticed the hall with the bathroom sign hanging from it.

Suddenly, the bottle of water that seemed so important earlier became a major regret. You hadn't gone to the bathroom since before your car broke down, and it was starting to catch up with you.

You took a step towards the bathroom, glancing back to the cashier. You could see her staring down at the counter, her fingers pressed to the keys, not really typing.

You didn't want to interrupt her, so you decided not to ask. You hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You flipped the lock, and then turned to face the mirror.

You grimaced at the sight of yourself. Your hair was messy and your face was dirty. You splashed some water on your face, and then grabbed a paper towel and dried yourself off before doing everything you had to.

You left the bathroom, planning on returning to the aisle, but then you heard a noise.

A small sound, a whimper, like a puppy in pain.

You looked down the hall, trying to find the source. It sounded like it was coming from the storage room.

"Uh, hello?" you called, taking a hesitant step towards the door. "Are you alright?"

There was no response, just another small, pitiful cry.

You bit your lip and pushed the door open, stepping into the darkness.

"Hello?" you said again. "Is someone there?"

The door creaked behind you, and then closed. You spun around, panic rising in your throat. You reached for the handle, but before you could grab it, something moved in the darkness.

You jumped back, a gasp escaping your lips.

Something moved in front of you. You couldn't tell what it was, or where it was, but you knew it was there.

You took a step back, trying to stay calm. Your heart was racing and your palms were sweaty.

"Please, I just need help with my car," you pleaded.

A low, guttural growl came from the shadows. It sounded like a wild animal, and when it moved again, it was close enough that you could see the outline of its form.

It was… not tall. Not in the slightest. In fact, it probably was only taller than you by an inch, if at all. It was hunched over, its shoulders curved inward, its spine protruding slightly.

It took you a long minute to realize that it was just a guy in a chair. Man, you were blind.

He had on a denim jacket, and it hung off his small frame, the sleeves rolled up. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and he was trembling slightly. That’s when you noticed the bundles of red tape around his eyes, mouth, arms, and legs. He also seemed to be bounded to the chair, strapped down and unable to move.

“Oh my god,” you breathed. You stepped towards him, reaching out a hand, but he jumped out at you, attempting to attack. Though, it was pretty much useless on his end. He couldn’t move more than a couple inches in any direction.

He started to speak afterwards, but the tape had prevented it from being coherent, and all you could make out was a low, angry rumble.

"No! No, no, no!" You stepped back, putting your hands up. It was rather pointless and stupid of you too, because the tape had also covered his eyes, you just looked like an idiot. But, still, you kept them up. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just need some help with my car!"

He growled at you, a low, threatening sound, but then he stopped, seeming to realize that you were telling the truth. He was breathing hard, and his chest was heaving, and then he mumbled something under the tape.

"What?" You asked.

He mumbled again, but you couldn't understand him. It was like talking to a brick wall.

You hesitated, but then moved forward, reaching up to take the tape off. If you had to guess that was probably what he was mumbling about.

He flinched when you touched him, but then relaxed. You peeled the tape away from his face, both the strands across his mouth and the one over his eyes, and dropped it to the floor.

He was breathing heavily, and when you looked up at him, you were surprised by how young he looked. His face was pale and his lips were dry. His hair was greasy and tangled, and the side of his head was badly burned and bruised. There was even dried blood on his temple.

“Jesus, what happened to you?"

He stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"Get me the fuck out of here, and I'll tell you," he hissed.

His voice was surprisingly smooth, despite how rough he looked. His words were short and sharp, like he was angry.

You weren't sure what to do, but then he started moving.

"Please," he said, his voice sounding desperate. "I promise, I won't hurt you. Just, please. Please get me out of this fucking chair."

"Did that… lady put you in here?”

"Yes, Melinda," he spat. "She's a nutcase psycho. Drugged me and… and… whatever the fuck. Just get me out of here!"

He sounded more frantic now, and his eyes were wide and pleading.

"Well, I-” You started to say, but he cut you off.

"Well what? What’re you waiting for?!”

“I- I need a jumper cable. My car broke down outside… somewhere. I'm not from around here, and- I don't know where I am. I can't exactly go anywhere until my car's fixed."

He looked at you with the most exasperated look you'd ever seen. It was almost comical, how exaggerated the expression was, but then he seemed to relax.

"Alright, how about this…” he said, his voice low and soothing. "You let me out of this shitty chair, and I'll help you fix your car. How's that sound?"

You didn't know what to say. He didn't seem like he was lying, and he seemed to be genuine about his fear. But could you really trust him? You still had no idea who he was or where he came from.

He seemed to sense your hesitation, and his expression softened.

"Look, I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "But I can't really help you unless I can get out of this stupid chair. And if we stay here, Melinda's going to find us, and trust me, you do not want to deal with her."

"And if she finds us, what will she do?"

"Look at Sheila over there wrapped up like a fucking Christmas tree," he replied, jerking his head towards the woman's corpse.

You gasped, covering your mouth.

"Oh my god, I didn’t even notice," you mumbled.

"Yeah, well, she's been dead for about an hour now, so," he said.

"And- and you've been sitting here, tied up the whole time?!"

"Yeah, it's fucking awful," he grumbled. "Now, will you help me, or not?"

"Oh, uh, yeah." You looked down at the remaining tape, trying to decide how best to go about it.

"Just, hurry up," he urged.

"Ok, ok." You reached for the tape, and he leaned forward, letting you pull and tug on the strips.

After a minute, you had all the tape off that was pinning him down and he was able to stand up. Again, he wasn’t that tall, maybe a five to six inches above five feet, but that didn't stop him from moving fast. He darted around the room, looking around frantically, and then grabbed a crowbar from a nearby shelf.

"Where did you even-"

"Not the time," he interrupted.

He turned towards you, his expression hard. He was pretty intimidating, and it wasn’t just because of the crowbar. He was skinny, but muscular, and the way he moved was fluid and agile, like a predator.

Though, you couldn’t help but noticed how attractive he was, with his expressive eyes and the way his hair was pushed back from his face. He was gorgeous.

"Hey," he snapped. "You listening?"

You blinked, and nodded.

"Sorry," you said, shaking your head. "This has just been a very, very strange night."

"Tell me about it," he grumbled. "That’s why when I’m done with her, we are getting the fuck out of here."

"Done with her?"

"Well, yeah, obviously. We're not just gonna let her get away with this shit."

"Um, are you sure that's a good idea? She's, like, a million times your size," You smiled at the small joke, but he didn’t seem amused at all, so you added, "Not to mention, hurting people seems like a bit of an extreme response."

"Hurting people is kinda her thing," he muttered.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off.

"Look, are you coming with me, or not? Because, if not, then just leave. You're already making this way more complicated than it needs to be."

"I can’t leave, not until my car's fixed," you protested. "That's why I'm here in the first place.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.

"Ok, fine, fine," he relented. "Whatever. You can come with me, but just don't slow me down, alright?"

"Right," you said, nodding.

He didn't look convinced, but he didn't argue. He just started walking, motioning for you to follow. You did, and soon the two of you were standing outside the storage room, the door open and the hallway beyond shrouded in darkness.

"Alright, the plan is, I'm going to distract her and make her pay," he whispered. "While I'm doing that, you're going to grab the keys to her car or whatever and get it started. We'll meet up outside and drive off, and that'll be the end of it."

"You're… very confident for someone who was tied up to a chair five minutes ago," you had another attempt at lightening the mood, but he just gave you a pointed look.

Again, he didn’t seem amused. "Yeah, well, she's a bitch, and I don't appreciate being treated like a goddamn lab rat."

He has an odd way of speaking, you noticed. His words were short and clipped, and he never used more than he needed. It was a little intimidating, but mostly it was just kind of interesting.

"How’d do you even end up like that, anyway?"

He gave you another one of his annoyed looks. It was weird how much he could convey with just his eyes, but the look was gone almost as soon as it appeared.

"Don’t ask stupid questions,"

"Well, it seems like a reasonable question, considering the circumstances," you retorted.

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Look, do you want my help or not?"

"Um, yeah. Yeah, of course,"

"Then stop asking stupid questions and focus on the task at hand. You get the car, I'll take care of Melinda. Simple."

You didn't know what to say, so you just nodded. He seemed pleased with your response and began to lead the way down the hall, moving quietly and staying close to the walls.

You followed him, keeping your footsteps light. As you went, you thought about the situation.

Melinda, in the five minutes of knowing her, never struck you as the violent type. A little socially weird, yes, but not violent. It seemed out of character, and you wondered if she had a reason for acting the way she did. Or maybe she was just crazy, like the guy had said.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw him hold up a hand. You stopped, and he pointed to the corner. You looked, and saw Melinda's form moving past the entrance to the hall, a flashlight in her hand.

The man motioned for you to stay put and moved silently towards the entrance. You watched him, unable to do anything else.

When he reached the opening, he paused. He was still, and for a moment, you thought he had lost his nerve.

He didn't hesitate for long. In one quick motion, he darted out of the hall, his crowbar held high.

Melinda jumped back, the light from her flashlight swinging wildly as she tried to regain her footing. She swung her flashlight at him, and the metal bar made a dull clang when it collided with her temporary weapon.

He stumbled, but managed to stay on his feet. He lunged at her again, but this time she was ready. He had stopped fast when she pulled out a gun, pointing it at his head.

I guess he was telling the truth.

“Just stop, okay? You can leave now, I'll let you go. Just don't-"

"Give me one good reason why I should listen to a word you say," the man interrupted, his tone low and menacing.

She stammered, trying to think of an answer. She didn't get the chance, though. Her eyes had caught sight of you, and she had noticed that you weren't where she had left you.

"Oh, oh god," she whispered, her voice filled with horror. "No, no, no. No, you weren't supposed to-"

The man swung the crowbar, and the gun flew out of her hand, skidding across the floor.

He moved in quickly, swinging his arm again. She dodged, and the metal bar hit the wall, creating a large dent in the plaster.

Melinda backed away, her hands raised, her eyes wide.

"I'm sorry, okay?" she cried, backing away from him. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry?! You… you drugged me and tried to…” He paused, stopping momentarily before pointing the crowbar at her face. “The point is, sorry isn't going to cut it, you bitch."

He swung at her again, and again, she dodged.

She was fast, and he wasn't, and soon, he had lost his balance. She shoved him hard, sending him flying backwards.

He landed hard on the ground, the wind knocked out of him. He didn't move, and Melinda stood over him, panting and wild eyed. The gun found her hands again, and she pointed it at his head, her hand trembling.

You had to do something. You couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

You did the only thing you could think of.

You went into your bag and took out the very same pepper spray that you had been carrying since the start of this nightmare, and fired.

The stream hit her right in the eyes, and she screamed, dropping the gun. It hit the floor with a loud thunk, and you dove for it, picking it up and pointing it at her.

"Don't move," you yelled, your voice shaking. "I'm warning you. I'm not afraid to use this."

Actually, that was a lie. You were absolutely terrified, and your hands were trembling so badly that you were barely able to keep a grip on the gun.

But you couldn't back down now. Not after everything you had been through.

She had stopped screaming, but was still clutching her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She was moaning and stumbling around, trying to find her way back to the wall.

She finally found it, and leaned against it, her eyes closed.

"Please, please don't hurt me," she sobbed. "I didn't want to do it. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. Please don't hurt me."

You glanced at the man. He was staring up at you, his expression unreadable.

"I should take that gun and shoot you right now," he said. "After what you did, I should kill you."

"Please," she whimpered.

He stared at her, and for a moment, you didn't know what he would do. Then, he got to his feet, picking up his crowbar as he did so.

Before she can even react he took a swing, hitting her right in the stomach. She gasped and fell to the floor, curling up into a ball.

He took another swing, this time aiming for her face.

You stepped forward, about to tell him to stop, but the blow didn't land.

Instead, he stood there, the crowbar held high. Melinda was looking up at him, her face red and streaked with tears.

"I just needed money," he spoke, his voice low and harsh. "That's it. Money. No one was supposed to get hurt, just a simple robbery with no one getting hurt."

She said nothing, just stared at him.

You, on the other hand, were frozen in shock. Robbery? He was robbing the damn station?

He sighed and lowered the crowbar, shaking his head.

"It's not like I wanted to do this, okay? I needed the money, and it was just an easy target. But you couldn't just let me get away, could you? You just had to make it difficult. Now look at the mess we're in."

"You were robbing?” Your voice was small, barely above a whisper, but it still cut through the tension like a knife.

He didn't turn, but his shoulders sagged slightly.

"Look, it's not what you think, okay?" He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I was in trouble, probably still am, and I needed money. Lots of it. That's why I picked this place, because it was an easy target. I wasn't planning on anyone getting hurt, I was just going to rob the place and get out. I wasn't expecting this crazy lady to come along."

He gestured to Melinda, who was still curled up on the ground.

"I was just trying to rob the place," he repeated. "It was nothing personal. And look, you helped me, so I guess I owe you one, or whatever. So, let's just call it even, and we can go our separate ways. Deal?"

“Even Melinda?” You asked, your voice shaking.

He paused, and his eyes flicked over to the woman on the ground, a slight grimace crossing his face.

"Of course not. She was a psychopath who tied me up and threatened me, and I'm not about to just let her walk away after all the shit she's pulled."

Melinda looked up at him, her face contorted with fear. He didn’t seem to care though, but what he did was tell you to leave, and that he'll take care of things.

So, you did, but not before grabbing your bag, and not before snagged out those car keys of hers. The odd thing you did notice though, while leaving the store, was how the entire floor seemed wet. It wasn't until about an hour of just simply waiting in the dark that you figured why.

And you realized as you saw the sudden rise of flames, the smoke billowing from the open door, that you indeed did not have that help from that mystery man after all.

Your car will remain broken.

So, I wrote this long piece of work because I went searching and found ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (which honestly it’s a crime given how fine he was in this movie — at least people realized it with Mike lmfao) so I wrote what I wanted to read.

I hope that this becomes a Rhys Montrose type of situation (For those who don’t know what I mean, this character Rhys from Season 4 of the show, You, had no fanfics on here and I basically jumpstarted it by writing like 4 of them lol) because I feel this character and movie deserves more hype and attention. Just look up edits of Billy from the movie and you’ll see what I mean.

Anyways if you’re actually still reading, thank you for coming to my ted talk. Hopefully you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🫶✨

(Also, if you see any more fics of this man… pls tag me. I’m desperate lmfao)

[karlachismylife]

Hey, @nrdmssgs, sorry for annoying you, I'm mostly tagging you not for the text, but for the video. I just... thought you'd get it, you know? Sorry in advance if that won't really do anything for you.

It's just a little Nikto x reader something.

Song: Раньше в твоих глазах - Кино

Hot exhale turns into dampness on the cloth covering your mouth when it comes into contact with the cold air outside. Thick knitwear protects tender insides, but irritates skin around your lips, so pulling it down brings short relief before frosty wind bites into the vulnerable wet patches. Wiping it off with your sleeve is futile, wooly coat already covered in prickly snowflake crystals that melt against your skin, so you end up letting it go. Harsh cold kissing you with the passion of death personified.

Something you're familiar with.

Grey bumpy wall of a panel house with a cage wart of cellar maintenance entrance, frozen lock defying gravity and utterly useless with rusty hinges that will come off from a little nudge, protects you from the calm blizzard; little flame from your lighter licking at the end of your cigarette and successfully lighting it up first try. Orange light powers up with your first drag, shining just as bright and useless as the warm street lamps along the alley.

It's the cold, white ones, exposing every little snowflake incoming like icy missiles of the sky army, that actually do something to the darkness. Barely afternoon and it already feels like the middle of the night.

Smoke turns into purple mist when you breathe it out into the illusive air with the moisture of your lungs.

The world feels empty as you walk. It's undeniably riddled with signs of life, yellow windows of apartment complexes with a few pink or purple sprinkled in, crows cursing the cold, God - or maybe even you - hoarsly, crunchy snow pressed into a slippery surface by dozens of boots that walked in since the snowfall started. And yet you're filled with the peaceful feeling of being completely alone.

Funny how that makes you going out to the streets useless - before you exited your apartment, you were gearing up in warm clothes to meet someone. As soon as you stepped outside, liminal world of non-existent time - dawn, dusk and afternoon all at once - claimed you into its twilight mist.

Purpur twilight with glitter of snow wraps itself around another building that forgot it used to be white and pushes you between your shoulder blades. Same whirlwind moves a children's swing on a playground, fresh layer of snow where there's no one to sit anymore.

There's no one to lend you gloves as your fingers grow stiff, clutching an unflavoured cigarette. To your right, an endless stone wall with barbed wire on top drags along. Fluffy snowflake conglamerates get pierced by the spikes like inmates that weren't lucky enough to escape.

A bright white street lamp works as a floodlight in this one-person prison, sharp shadows softened by the twilight.

Crows notice him first. Shoulders slightly slouched to brace against the wind, hands deep in the pockets of a worn jacket with thick padding, heavy steps sinking into the fresh layer of powdered diamonds - a beast treading the zone. Grumpy birds scatter away, flapping their ashy black wings, unsynchronized choir of curse caws rolls off the man's broad shoulders with snow.

He notices you only after you drop what's left of your cigarette on the ground, barely warm butt burrowing itself into a tiny black dip, and take off. His steps stutter, then pick up again, and by the time you slam yourself into his sturdy chest, Nikto is already prepared for impact and doesn't even sway, catching you.

His hands are securely protected by thick black gloves, yet you still feel the desperation his fingers dig into your back through all the layers of winter clothes.

"Komu veleno bylo doma sidet', zhdat'?"* Voice muffled by his mask, he scoffs at the way you blatantly ignore his question, and leans even more in to brush what's left of his nose underneath against yours.

"I just wanted to meet you halfway." You shrug and roll your eyes as you see him pull off his gloves. A moment later your hands start boiling - fluffy insides of Andre's gloves accumulated so much warmth that your fingers prickle as they warm up.

"And I hoped I'd get fresh tea as soon as I come home." He chuckles, reaching into your pocket unceremoneously and fishing the cigarette pack and lighter out.

You escape the prison floodlight brightness and under gloomy protection of thickened twilight and grey concrete he exposes just his mouth to light the cigarette and take a drag.

"I boiled some literally a few minutes ago. And made pirozhki. A fuckton, actually, just in case someone comes home really hungry."

It's impossible to miss his subtle smile once you learn to catch it in the mere seconds it lights up his face and evaporates, like a shitty lightbulb at the stairwell of your building, reeking of old cigarette ash from the cat food can people use as ashtray at the bottom step. Nikto tilts his head up, letting the wind take his smoke and add it to the clouds that turn water into powdered sugar on the ground.

"S chem?"*

A panel house opens its maw, letting you both inside.

You stomp your feet in unison on the dirty, wet communal carpet, adding to the melted snow on it, before you move to the elevator.

"With love."

*Komu veleno bylo doma sidet', zhdat'? - Whom did I tell to sit and wait at home?

*S chem? - With what (filling)?

[kitmoas]

when the veneer crumbles

the sounds of water are always relaxing

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: **18+ MINORS DNI**, SMUT, dark and demonic themes, death, possession, drowning, magic use, Mommy kink

as per usual if there is anything I missed let me know

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this one was late, had a lot of car and financial shit I needed to figure out but I finally got it finished. This was one that i always knew how i wanted it to end, even from last year when i first planned it for the Occult series, but for some reason it was REALLY hard to put my idea into words. Hopefully it's not HORRIBLE, i'm a bit rusty after taking more then a few months off. The rest of them will be better I promise lol

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The crickets in the distance are a welcome change to the busy streets of the city, cars honking 

nonstop during your work day. The world you live in is hectic and out of control but the farther you walk into the almost clear empty darkness the more you can feel the control you naively gain. Stepping into the barely touched woods behind the mostly abandoned house was something that you had missed, a childhood memory that had died suddenly. 

Allowing your mind to wander to the summers that you would spend here out on the lake, jumping off the dock, and laughing with your cousins was the welcome peace you needed as you settled along the rickety wood. Even if those fun times were cut short at your aunt’s sudden death, you knew that being here gave you just a moment of your innocence back. 

Stepping onto the rickety wood carefully, you cringe internally as your arm tightens momentarily around the rolled up soft blanket. You should have known better to bring a water proof material but it was too late for that. Knees cracking slightly as you lean down, the smooth fabric flaps in the wind and you sigh softly in relief as you are able to fully settle on the dock. Deciding to stretch out was a bit of a mistake, in your time away you forgot just how soothing the sound of water lapping at the damp wood was. 

Goosebumps spread across your skin as you slowly came to consciousness, brittle wind chilling you to the bone as you rub the sleep out of your eye. The fog is dense, and confusing as it was supposed to be a clear night. Slowly sitting up, your bones crack as you stretch as much as possible without rocking the dock too much. The unstable wood is loud even with the bare minimum movement causing you to flinch as it echoes across the empty field. 

Squinting through the haze, you try to figure out if you can gauge just how late it is by the placement of the moon. The only thing you can see is a weird tunnel out in the middle of the lake, almost like a tornado of gray. Immediate fear isn’t your first thought, though you begin to question just how awake you are. 

Condensation makes the wood wet, slipping as you try to stand up but it's the glowing red orbs in the distance that makes you freeze in your half crouched position. They are captivating even from afar. The air around you is thick, filled with the now red tinted fog that almost looks like it's bleeding. Heavy and molasses-like as it lays on your skin, eyes flickering around you try to make sense of your surroundings. 

When she gets close enough to see smaller details, your brain slows almost to a complete stop. She’s entirely too breathtakingly beautiful and tragically horrific at the same time. No color to her skin, it’s almost as though she comes directly from one of the old black and white television shows your mother liked to watch. The woman is wearing tight clothing, torn and ripped sporadically. Her eyes almost seem so gray that they are an ethereal foggy green, only flashing ruby when the shrap thin lines all over her body pulsate crimson. Her hair is long and dripping with an inky hue, tangled and disheveled. Fingertips dipped in a steaming tar, dancing near her side as she stalks towards you. 

It’s when you can almost reach out and touch the figure that you finally scramble backwards, putting distance between the two of you as the flight side of your instincts kick in. You barely make it more than five steps when you’re being dragged upwards with some sort of red translucent mist. It wraps around your wrists, dragging your arms above your head as you flop about uselessly. Screams are getting caught in your throat as you have to just hang there, watching this being get closer to you. 

When the lady is directly below you, the hair on the back of your neck stands up straight and your muscles twitch from how tense they are. You want to panic, to yell, but something stops you. Tilting her head, she has to look up at you from where her magic holds you against the rough bark. Her hand comes out to touch you, but the soft feeling comes as a surprise to you. She cups your cheek, a low red spreading in her eyes as you shake under her touch. 

She smiles at you, a soft almost nurturing thing. “You’re just as pretty as I thought you would be, little lamb.” Her voice is chilling, breathy with a raspy tone to it. The older woman’s free hand caresses your stomach, an unwanted warmth sinking into your gut. 

Her nails are jagged, cracked and repulsive, as she takes her time to explore your body. It’s sudden, the vigor in which she gropes your body. Clumsy and completely all over the place, you aren’t entirely sure what she thinks she’s doing. Struggling against your restraints, the chill covers your body like ice freezing over a lake. 

It isn’t until your body takes over, fear and anger sinking into your bones, that the creature seemingly gains control of her actions and her hand becomes confident and firm. Nails pointedly scratching at your skin as fingers map out your skin, almost stabbing at each goosebump she finds. Your eyes are glued to your face as your mind struggles to catch up to what you had done, flinching as her other hand reaches up. It doesn’t strike you as you thought it would, instead she brushes the back of her knuckles against her own face, trepidation stopping your blood from rushing through your body as you finally realize that you spit at her. 

That wasn’t what you wanted to do, you knew that you needed to act smart if you were going to survive this but for some reason all your ability to think logically went out the window. You wanted her more than anything in the world right now, and you knew that you needed to try and do anything to keep her exactly where she was. 

“Do you not have control over your stupid little body, mortal?” Her voice is low, almost filled with gravel as she mumbles. Rust filled eyes not even paying you a second of attention but instead staring at the glistening saliva that drips from her fingers. 

Your head is shaking vigorously, denying inability in hopes that she doesn’t see you as foolish. The desire to be praised by her came as a surprise, but you weren’t fighting it and it seems to have worked. A smile slowly stretches across the surreal creature’s face as she blinks slowly. “It’s so funny to see such a useless being believe they are worth anything more than what I deem them to be. You think by answering my question in whatever way you think I want will make the outcome of your situation better?” 

She speaks softly, almost nurturing as she rubs her soaked fingers along your neck, smearing your own spit against you. You crane your neck as much as you can against the crimson smog wrapped there, trying to hear her voice as clearly as possible. 

“I take what I want and no smart mouthed, stupid brained little human is going to stop that. I like to have fun, and the peak is watching you bleed out for me.” The words are harsh but you can’t help but moan as your body is thrown upwards, red tendrils tightening and dragging you to hang limply from the tree branch. It’s devoid of leaves, and creaks under your weight, but it somehow makes you feel like you have a safety net. You had climbed this tree many times in the past, and even had various hanging sets from this very limb. 

Swinging freely, you try to move your body as much as possible as the urge to escape your confines sinks in. Entirely too focused, you don’t realize that her hands are moving along your ice cold skin. Groping softly, her movements are controlled and precise to make sure that you barely register it in your brain. It’s when her hands force your legs apart, maroon vapor ropes slithering around your thighs to hold them open, that you finally realize just how hard you are breathing. Your body felt slightly warm, at least in your core, and you could feel your blood rushing downwards. It was almost like your entire being was electrified and you were entirely too conscious of every single thing you felt. 

She doesn’t take her time, her eyes narrow as she focuses on mapping out your skin. The bright  ruby lines she leaves in her wake only entertain her for so long before she finally moves in between your shaking thighs. The older woman’s finger swipes through your folds, collecting the small amount of wetness she finds there. Gasping as she spreads it across your clit, a throbbing ache despite the way your body revolts. Her jaw mockingly drops when for the first time her eyes light up with amusement, giggling when your hips chase her hand. “Oh poor baby, I can’t fuck you if you’re not wet enough. It’ll hurt your small fragile little body too much and Mommy doesn’t want to hurt you.” 

Your head is shaking violently, nonsensical protests tumbling from your lips. It didn’t matter to you, regardless if it was because you wanted her or wanted the situation to be over with, you just needed her to touch you. Even though your wetness wasn’t enough for her, you did feel aroused. Maybe it was your mind tricking you into believing this was what you wanted or maybe it was the glittering crimson behind your irises, but that wasn’t a piece of information that you needed to know. 

She tuts, chastising you. “Now don’t lie to me. I know what you want even if your mind fights it, and your body hasn’t caught up, I know.” You watch as she takes a step back, letting her eyes drink in your form. Letting the back of her knuckles run down your torso, you watch as she slowly kneels on the damp dirt. Her hands are grazing over your thighs, pushing them farther open as she leans in. The grip she has on you, though gentle, is strong and you can’t kick her when you feel her mouth along your skin. 

The smoothness of her strangely sharp teeth is hot against your cooled body, but it’s the sharp pierce and spilling of your blood that leaves a weirdly chilled warmth leaking down your leg. Eyes widening you try to look past the head of dark locks to see what just happened, but it didn’t take long for your brain to catch up and the stabbing pain on your inner thigh. 

She looks up at you, sparkling light jade eyes catching the moon light, with a toothy smile and a small dribble of crimson running down her chin. “You’re a fucking vampire?” You couldn’t help the shocked yelp, body shaking with fear. 

The being doesn’t even answer you, giggling as rolls her eyes up at you. She seems so innocent in those moments but nothing gets rid of the terror emanating within your soul. Looking back at your bleeding thigh, she swipes her fingers through the thick liquid to coat them. Her nails catch on the open wound, sending another wave of searing pain through your body but she pays no attention to you. 

It almost feels like time stops as you hang there, waiting, but the moment the brunette swipes her crimson dipped thumb across your clit something in your body cracks. It’s small but you can feel the change and in your mind you start screaming at yourself. You know being vocal won’t stop this crazy woman, but you wanted to deter her by being completely unaffected. It was the last thing you had on her, to make her believe that what she was doing was just pure torture and you found absolutely no pleasure in it, but you knew that that power over her was no longer available to you. 

Never one for vanilla sex, not even in theory, you shouldn’t be that surprised that being taken by force from a demonic crazy being would be right up your alley. No one could ever keep up with you, your fantasies were just a bit too intense or a bit too dangerous, and for once everything you ever wanted was being fulfilled. This gorgeous being was forcing her fingers farther into you, your blood dripping randomly down different parts of your body. 

Despite your want for intensely kinky sex, you knew that it should be completely consensual right? It should let you know that, and you could feel your anger rising in your body as the heat zoomed between your thighs. This couldn’t be consensual, not with how it started, but if it wasn’t then why did the idea of her actually stopping tear you up on the inside? You couldn’t fathom the idea of her ice cold thumb pulling away from your throbbing clit for too long, for her touch on your body to not cause goosebumps.  

She doesn’t wait much longer, no need to attempt to please you now that she has the wetness she wants, shoving two fingers into you with almost no remorse. A shrill scream gets stuck in your throat as you choke on the force of air rushing up, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. A sign of weakness that this twisted soul revels in as she thrusts her fingers in, letting her free hand drag up crimson periodically.  

The pain was immense and you were certain that she had to be using something besides her fingers, there was no way that the small hands in between your thighs were causing this much agony. You wanted to shove against her, but the moment her teeth sink into your breast you know you’re gone. Hips jumping, trying to get her to move more as the pleasure starts to settle in your tummy, uselessly against her body. It felt so bad that the good started to come from a delirious state, and you just needed her to move. The tips of her fingers just rubbing slightly against the soft spot inside of you, the texture of her wrinkled skin felt wrong but you were starting to become obsessed. 

“Isn’t it comical? A desperate slut like you thought you had everything together, thought I was going to ruin your life by taking what was destined to be mine?” Through the heavy fog that had begun to settle in your head you tried your best to look down at her, shock painted across your face. How did she know what you were thinking? She doesn’t give you any answer, instead her thrusting gets more aggressive as the wetness between your thighs grows, and it mixes with the blood still heavily leaking from the bite marks. 

You want to moan, whimper, maybe even plead but you were no longer sure what you wanted. Logically you needed this to stop if you were to ever be okay again, but at the same time all you wanted to do was feel her mouth on your clit. You wanted her to fuck you until you were incoherent, a drooling mess. Hatred towards yourself and her fueled your motions as you tried to work to take more of her hand, stretching around her third finger as she shoves it ungracefully into you. 

Her mouth is at your knee now, glowing eyes looking up at you as she smirks. “Taking me so well for someone so against getting used.” Her arm is moving roughly, fingers curling inside you as she ghosts her teeth along your thigh. “So clean, so dry. Why don’t you make a mess for Mommy? I like my cunts all wet and messy.” 

It was then you found your power, despite the arousal burning in your belly and the way you clenched around her fingers whenever she swiped her thumb along your clit. You knew that the more you let your thoughts wonder, even if it had to be forced, that you would be able to pull yourself from the situation. Imagine yourself somewhere else and almost black out during everything, your body would be limp and pliant but not give her what she wants. The movie you would go see in a week with your best friends, or the long list of groceries that you knew you needed to get when you went back into the city. Thoughts swarmed your head as you tried your hardest to ignore the way her fingers poked and prodded, the way her thumb caressed your swollen clit just perfectly. 

Screwing your eyes shut, you make your best attempt at seeming unaffected but you don’t realize that you aren’t winning. If anything you just make it more fun for the being below you, giving her the opportunity to make you as wet as she wants. 

Being so focused on the thoughts traveling through your brain was good until you don’t feel the tugging on your wrists, persistent and firm. It’s only when you’re tumbling helplessly through the air that you realize you are no longer hanging from the tree, but instead falling face first into the freezing lake. It’s a shock, breaking the surface of the water. It knocks the breath out of your lungs and forces your throat to close, you can practically feel all your muscles seize as well. You make the mistake of opening your mouth to scream, causing a rush of dirty water to fill your lungs, and it’s only when her hand claws at the back of your head that you feel even an ounce of relief. 

She’s tearing your body out of the water, pieces of the thin ice fly around you and you can’t believe that you relax as your body collides with her. “Don’t think that you can try to outplay Mommy like that you little slut. I know what you want, you are my destiny. You were made to take me, so be a good girl and let me do what I was made to do.” Her voice is sweet, almost soft, as she speaks through her teeth directly into your ear. It shouldn’t calm your racing heart, neither should the almost warm comforting touch of her red mist along your thighs. 

You want to let yourself fall, the intense arousal is boiling in your tummy and you can feel the coil tightening with each brush of her hand along your body. It would be much easier to allow yourself to become immersed in the pleasure coursing through your body, but it wasn’t until she allowed that crimson fog to slip inside you. Despite the fact that whatever she was pushing into you was magical, you were still too tight for her liking. There was a part of you deep down that still didn’t want this and it was causing your body to react subconsciously. 

‘If the slut doesn’t want to get wet, then I’ll keep you wet myself.” Her hands scratch up your side, a nail digging into your nipple on the way up and it makes your hip buck. You feel yourself melting back into her and a moan softly slips from your parted lips. The urge to pretend that it’s from the cold is strong, but you can’t even pretend at this point like the feeling of her hands on you isn’t turning you on. 

Her hands are running along your torso, teasing your nipples and scratching up your stomach. It almost feels normal, just another hookup and it makes you forget. Losing yourself in the way that the ruby swells inside you, rubbing against the soft spot it finds and caressing your clit softly. 

The wetness between your thighs is gathering the longer she plays with you, wine stained mist thrusting lazily into you. It almost plays with you, knowing that it ruts to hard or fast that it will bring you closer to the edge, but it keeps you writhing for more with each movement. You want to beg for more, ask her to touch you with her own hands as you have begun to crave her ice touch, though there is something that is stopping you from doing that. It isn’t necessarily pride, something you lost the moment you began to get turned on by this aggressive form of twisted affection. 

It’s when her nails scratch at the back of your neck that you realize the fog that’s dragging you slowly, almost mockingly leisurely, towards the edge is growing. Almost like a ball, it feels like she’s pushing her magic abilities to stretch you to the point right before danger. You’re confused, as your wetness starts dripping down your thighs and your breath starts picking up, how much more wet could you get? 

Instant regret floods your system almost as fast as the ice cold water that rushes down your throat as she shoves your face directly into the lake. It’s not a quick dunk to shock you this time, her claw-like hand squishing your face into the almost mud like dirt at the bottom. She doesn’t stop forcing more and more into you, her magical fog swelling larger and it presses against where your torso is now pressed against the ground. Even as you struggle against her, your internal will to try and live kicking in, you can’t help the build up in your stomach. The coil tightens as her magic moves within you, moving inside you as her nails dig into her back. 

Sharp stinging pains are a contrast, an added sensation, to your panic as you begin to think maybe she is just going to keep you submerged. There’s no way she would, right? She wants to use you, there would be no reason that she would want to truly harm you. 

A deep belly chuckle is muffled through the water, barely a vibration as your arm and head flail as much as possible. You wanted out but you can’t help but moan instead of scream, the pleasure of her nails into your shoulder blades and her thigh grinding between your thighs into the swell of mist there beginning to get too overwhelming. It was no longer a fight to survive but a fight to enjoy the last moments of life. Somewhere in your mind you knew that you wouldn’t actually make it out of this alive, but for some reason you’ve decided to ignore that. 

“Such a stupid whore, letting just anyone touch your cunt.” She fists your soaked hair in your hand, and just for a fleeting moment the pain mixed with arousal takes over your fogged mind. “You don’t even know Mommy and yet here you are, taking my gorgeous gift like the good little fuck toy you are.” Her free hand abandons your back in lue of groping your ass, pushing down against it to get you to stop moving. Her thigh is pushing against your throbbing clit now, soaked in your wetness despite water lapping up as you splash about. 

You can feel your vision start to darken, the edges of the burning sensation as you try to keep your eyes open have blurred and blackened. Unsure if you are even panicking anymore, your body starts to relax and the only thing you can focus on is the fuzzy warm arousal filling each nerve in your body. The water floating around you becomes tranquil as each muscle in your body softens and you move with each thrust into you. 

A wide sinister smile stretches unnaturally along the being’s face, pulling her almost gray lips as far as they can as she stares down at your almost lifeless body. She can see the signs and for her it motivates her even more, forcing more and more of her magic into you. You were everything she could have ever wanted and she refused to let you stay in the living world, if she was destined to be stuck to this lake forever then so would you. 

Slowly you could feel all the tension in your body start to clump together in your stomach, draining from the rest of you and tightening around the scarlet orb inside you. You craved that last bit of pleasure, that last rush in your veins to end this for good. 

When it becomes almost impossible to move and you are no longer shaking from panic or exertion, but instead trembling from hanging onto the edge, she knows it’s time. Sneering down at your limp form, she uses her grip in your hair to turn your head. Slapping at your cheek until she can just barely see your fuzzy bloodshot eyes, an almost soft nurturing smile paints along her face once she sees your drunk like state. “There’s my girl. So fucked out.” Her sphere cloud inside you starts to vibrate, her cold dark eyes once more glowing a dim ruby. 

Gripping at your jaw, her claw practically breaks your neck as she forces you to keep eye contact with her. Even as your eyes slip closed, struggling to stay open as you start to dangle over the edge, you can’t help but feel drawn in to listen. “Say my name, little toy, say it and stay with me forever.” Her voice is raspy, bordering soft but she’s taunting you. “You know it, you know you do, so say it. Say it now.” Her actions become frantic, her thigh grinding more aggressively into you. She’s trying to force you into a more pathetic state, even at the edge of death she wants you to be begging for her. 

As much as you can you try to deny knowing, because how could you? You had never seen this person, if that’s what she is even considered, before this horrific situation. The attempt at trying to keep water from going down your throat had stopped, your lungs should have filled completely with liquid by now so some other power must have been keeping you alive. 

Though you couldn’t see it, the being was getting annoyed. Her eyes rolled as she realized that you were thinking again, a brain dead creature who could still think. “Say my name and you can cum for Mommy, like the pretty little whore you are.” She spits at you through her teeth, pointed and your blood drying on the dull shine. With her words she sees a change in your stature, even held under the force of her hand, eagerness. Humming slowly she allows her maroon mist to sink into each part of your body. 

Your brain was almost empty, nothing but serene thoughts going through it as you felt yourself slip into the darkness. You thought that there would be a light at the end of the time but instead you start seeing a faint rosy hue. The being above you is yelling at you and the need to give in is strong, you want to end everything on a high. You need that high. 

Her name slips into the water almost silently, your eyes slipping closed as you fall into unconsciousness, but it’s there. She hears it, muffled, “Wanda.” Usually one of her biggest fears, not one to want to go back to the damned dark world but with you she could thrive. A black magic demon who accomplished its goal? She would rule the world with a scarlet leash around your neck. A small smirk as her magic starts to die, a sure sign she’s going back to being contained. Until the end of time you will be her needy little toy, just as you were as you took your last breath. 

[cherienymphe]

When The Party’s Over XII (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, mentions of DUB-CON, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, forbidden relationship, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, corruption, forced pregnancy, innocent reader, Heyward!reader

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summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.

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You felt heavy.

You remembered reading books and watching movies and tv shows that featured some traumatic event or another, and the narrator or character always described the aftermath feeling as ‘numb’. You thought that made sense, that their entire body would just seemingly shut down, mind retreating within itself to protect themselves from the trauma. You thought it was fascinating how the brain, the thing that made everything else work as they should, would kick into overdrive to protect itself and its person from completely losing it.

You didn’t get that feeling.

No, you felt heavy.

The weight of Rafe’s actions on the boat pressed down on you like the very water he held your head under. You felt so heavy and overwhelmed. You felt like your body was filled with sand, like you could barely move, and maybe that was why you spent your prison sentence in bed. Pope’s failure to properly come up with a reason as to why your dad shouldn’t go into your room had resulted in your discovered absence.

You hadn’t even cared when he tore into you, going on about irresponsibility and danger. In fact, you’d been relieved. You’d been so relieved that you had cried, throwing yourself at him and taking him by surprise as he slowly hugged you back.

“I’m sorry,” you had mumbled, meaning those two words more than you ever had.

You were sorry that you’d snuck out to see Rafe, resulting in being isolated with the volatile boy. You were sorry that he’d gotten drunk, proceeding to go on a jealous tirade and accuse you of sleeping with Topper, or at the very least, wanting him. You were sorry he’d attacked you, holding your head underwater like some asshole he was fighting at a party instead of…well, his girlfriend.

You were sorry that Rafe was sorry, crawling back to you later that night, filled with regret and desperation as he pleaded with you to forgive him. You were sorry that he scared you so bad that you genuinely didn’t know what he’d do if you kept refusing him, shaking at the thought of being stuck in the middle of the ocean with someone who was not who you thought they were. You were sorry that you let him kiss you, allowing your body to move on autopilot as he laid you down.

You were even more sorry that you forced yourself to hold him, nails digging into his skin and eyes squeezed shut as he fucked you into the bed, a million apologies leaving his lips as he pressed kisses along your skin. You cried the whole time, beyond thankful for the darkness, Rafe mistaking your uneven breathing for excitement instead of fear. How funny that two of the worst experiences of your life happened on the same day…by the same person.

After being grounded for two more weeks, you couldn’t run to your room fast enough.

…and that was where you’d been ever since.

Every call or facetime request from Rafe went ignored. Every text was met with some dry half excuse as to why you couldn’t talk or see him. You knew that it couldn’t go on forever. You knew that you would have to build the courage and actually have the conversation with Rafe, the conversation that you genuinely didn’t think you’d have. At least, not anytime soon.

Every time you remembered what happened, you wanted to cry all over again. You thought you didn’t have any more tears left in you, but every new day proved you wrong. Genuine coke fueled accidents were one thing. Rafe being unaware of his own strength and anger in the middle of the street could even be another thing, but the way he’d deliberately hurt you? The way he’d gone out of his way to intimidate you and dole out a punishment that he felt was justified? That was something else entirely.

It hurt even more to think about the fact that the little incidents you’d accepted as nothing to linger on were actually signs all along. It hurt to think about the grace you’d given him and the faith you’d had in him had been in vain. You’d thought that Rafe was just a good guy who was deeply troubled, someone who so badly wanted to be better but just fucked up sometimes.

You didn’t want to even consider that he might just be a bad person.

Or at the very least, bad for you.

It was rare that you were grounded, and while your family probably expected some moping, you could tell that your voluntary seclusion was worrying them. It was evident in the way Pope had started to knock on your door, asking if you were going to eat. Sometimes you did, reluctantly getting up and telling yourself there was no sense in starving yourself. Sometimes you didn’t think you could keep anything down, too overcome with a heavy sadness that had you telling Pope ‘no’.

Beyond the sadness though…was fear.

You needed to break up with Rafe.

Even just the thought of that conversation had your stomach turning, feeling like you were going to be sick every time his name flashed across your screen. His calls and texts were becoming more frequent, and sometimes you had to turn your phone completely off just to feel like you could breathe. When he was drunk and filled with a delusional jealous rage, he’d tried to drown you. The thought of what he might do if you broke up with him made you lightheaded, but that was exactly why you needed to do it.

The next time he called, you finally answered.

You’d always been under the impression that everyone deserved a proper breakup, a respectful one, but if you could help it, you would never even see Rafe again. Not even to dump him. It hurt to say that he didn’t deserve that, and quite frankly, you didn’t know how he’d react.

“She lives,” he drawled when you picked up the phone, the sound of his voice making you feel too many things to differentiate them all. “I was starting to think you’d been kidnapped, and someone was just using your phone to fuck with me.”

You didn’t join him when he chuckled, and you could tell that he noticed.

“You okay?”

No, you weren’t. You could barely eat, you could barely sleep, and you needed to break up with your boyfriend, but he terrified the crap out of you.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Rafe, you can’t call me that anymore.”

The words had just slipped out before you knew it, and once they were out there, there was no taking them back. You closed your eyes, rubbing your forehead at the silence on the other end. Your heart was racing, and you were so beyond sure that you were going to throw up any second, but you couldn’t stop. You’d taken the first step, and you couldn’t just stop walking.

“In fact…you can’t call me, at all anymore,” you rushed out. “I don’t want to see you anymore.”

The silence was loud, and you slowly sat down on the floor, your back against your bed as you stared at your dresser. You counted the number of knobs, skin growing cold as you waited for him to say something—anything.

“Is this about what happened on the boat?”

“No-.”

“Bullshit.”

He was right. That was bullshit, and you didn’t even know why you’d lied. Maybe because it wasn’t just about what happened on his boat. It was horrible, sure, and had probably traumatized you in ways you weren’t even aware of yet, but it was also a wakeup call. It wasn’t all your fault for choosing to have faith in Rafe, for being forgiving when you thought he was genuinely sorry and was going to change. Especially when he hadn’t gone out of his way to hurt you, but that day on the boat had you rethinking everything.

Now, you didn’t even know if all those other times had been as accidental as they’d seemed, as he’d made them out to be. You didn’t know what to believe anymore, but you did know for a fact that that day on the boat was no accident. It was no small thing you could just brush aside like all the rest.

“Rafe, you tried to drown me,” you whispered, continuing when you heard him take a deep breath. “You accused me of sleeping with Topper and-.”

“I said I was sorry,” he breathed, and you shook your head.

“Maybe you really are sorry, I’ll give you that, but surely you get why that doesn’t change anything…right…?”

He was silent for a few moments, and there was no desire in you to see what he looked like, right now.

“What can I do? What do I have to do to fix this?”

“You can’t! You-.”

You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath.

“I’m terrified of you.”

More silence met you at your confession.

“I can’t be with someone who scares me, who I feel like I can’t trust,” you whispered. “You can’t fix this.”

“So, that’s it?”

His voice was harder, now, icier, and you swallowed.

“I don’t get any say? I don’t even get the respect of you looking me in my fucking face and telling me it’s over?”

“I don’t want to see you,” you honestly told him. “Ever again if I can help it.”

You heard Rafe release a shaky breath, and the chuckle you heard was filled with bitterness.

“I make one mistake-.”

“It’s not just one mistake! Never mind the fact that this isn’t the first time you hurt me, but what you did wasn’t some little thing,” you cried. “If anyone else knew what you did to me…they’d be dragging me to the police station to get you arrested. Do you get that?”

“I don’t care about anyone else or what they might think. I care about the fact that you know what I’m dealing with, and you know how hard it is for me, and you decide you’re going to leave me over some little fuck up,” he quietly said, voice scarily calm. “I care about the fact that you think you can just end this like this-.”

“I am,” you told him, tone incredulous. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry about your family and your dad and-.”

“No, you’re not,” he laughed.

“Yes, I am! I’m sorry, Rafe, I really am-.”

“If you were, you wouldn’t be trying to break up with me, right now! You would understand!”

You looked towards the ceiling, tears kissing your eyes, and you swiped your tongue between your lips. You’d learned that Rafe lashed out when he was hurt, and you tried not to let his anger get to you, but you couldn’t deny the way you shook.

“I am sorry, Rafe. I… I promise that I am,” you choked out. “I’m really sorry.”

You heard him heave a heavy sigh, and he chuckled to himself, and you could almost picture the way he’d look down, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek with that humorless grin on his face.

“Nah,” he drawled. “You’re not. You’re not sorry.”

You opened your mouth when he continued.

“…but you will be.”

You froze, knees kissing your chest as you stared ahead.

“If this little tantrum or whatever makes you feel…powerful, good about yourself, then have at it,” he softly chuckled. “Spend the next month hiding out in your bedroom just to feel like you actually did something, if you must, but…”

Rafe paused, humming to himself.

“I will make you sorry for trying to leave me…and especially now when I really fucking need you.”

His voice was cold, tone venomous and nasty and unlike anything you’d been on the receiving end of. You hadn’t even realized you were crying, reaching up to wipe your face. You’d been holding your breath, and when you exhaled, it was shaky.

Rafe heard.

“I’ll show you just how mean I can be…and then you’ll really have something to cry about.”

You pulled your phone away, not bothering to hear anything else he might’ve had to say, and your fingers shook when you hung up the phone.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come by Topper’s later? One of Kelce’s friends got them a ridiculous amount of beer,” Cam said, lightly bumping her shoulder with yours.

It was the first night you’d left your house in weeks. You’d officially been ungrounded just a week more than that, and you didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that your lack of desire to leave your room, let alone the house, was throwing your family for a loop.

“You know you’ve been off punishment for almost two weeks, now,” you dad had said one day, awkwardly standing in the doorway of your room with his hands in his pockets.

“Just not up to much,” you had lied. “Tired, mostly.”

It was a half-truth. Rafe’s words had left a sour taste in your mouth, and there was nothing in you that wanted to get out and do anything. You told yourself that he’d just been lashing out, letting his anger consume him for what he felt was a slight on your part. However, there was a good portion of you that shook your head at that. There was something in you that told you that Rafe was completely serious, his anger nothing to scoff at, and the thought that he could turn on you so easily both hurt and scared you.

You’d expected that he wouldn’t take it the best, but that kind of anger from him was something you had only been on the receiving end of once…and he’d been drunk out of his mind.

Not to mention that you were in fact tired these days. You chalked it up to stress, completely oblivious to just how much your relationship with Rafe had taken out of you. It would make sense that now that he was gone, your body and mind were playing catch up, forcing you to actually stop and get back the energy you’d unknowingly been expending.

However, when Bunny had texted you repeatedly, begging you to come out with them, you’d reluctantly agreed. It was mostly because you didn’t need your family worrying or prying, but you’d also missed their faces. It didn’t seem fair to let Rafe ruin every aspect of your life.

So, that was how you found yourself on the beach with a drink in your hand.

“I’m not really in the mood,” you told the redhead with a shrug, no doubt in your mind that Rafe would be there.

Besides, even if you were bold enough to look Rafe in the face and show him he didn’t scare you, you wondered if Topper would even let you in the door. You could only imagine what Rafe had said to him to make him that scared to even hold eye contact with your for a few seconds. The reminder of that angered you, and you took a sip.

You glanced around, recalling that you’d seen John B. in passing a while ago, and you were unsurprised to spot him with his friends, your brother included. They were all looking towards Sarah…who was arguing with Rafe. You paused at the sight of him, pulling your lip between your teeth and turning away. Kelce was here with Cam, but he had come alone.

You should’ve expected Topper to show up at some point too, and expecting him without expecting Rafe was laughable.

The blond had been periodically calling you, leaving a string of voicemails that you didn’t dare listen to. You didn’t even want to see what he’d texted you, and it got so bad and suffocating that you’d just blocked him. You wondered if all the messages were filled with apologies, and while you surmised that some probably were, you knew better. Rafe’s anger on the phone that day didn’t seem like something going away anytime soon.

You forced him out of your mind while somehow remaining conscious of your decision to avoid him. It worked, spending your night at Bunny’s side. She seemed to notice your desire to steer clear of the boys, lingering alone whenever Cam ran off to find Kelce who was with the two blondes. However, you were forced to think about Rafe again when he got into a fight that drew everyone’s attention.

You didn’t know how it started, but you could only be sure that you weren’t the cause this time. Both seemed drunk or high, but that didn’t deter Rafe. Funnily enough, you’d say that whatever was in his system actually helped him, wincing as he punched the other guy without any intent of stopping.

Now that you were broken up, it was like seeing him in an entirely different light.

He didn’t look troubled, he looked absolutely terrifying. You didn’t watch him with concern for his wellbeing coursing through you, but instead fear and an intense desire to get very far away. He looked mindless, blue eyes cold and alight with a violent fire all at the same time, muscles spasming as he punched the guy over and over again.

Watching Top and Kelce try to get him to stop had you swallowing.

You recalled that night at the party, the night that resulted in a bruise that didn’t heal for weeks, and you wondered what could’ve possessed you to go towards him when he was like that. Your lips trembled, and your stomach churned, the beer not settling so well. The sight made you want to be sick.

You paused and blinked.

You were going to be sick.

Bunny’s attention was drawn away from the fight when you coughed, vomit spilling out of your mouth as you rushed to lean over.

“Oh my God,” she cried, grabbing your cup, her other hand coming up to rub your back.

You turned away, and she helped you walk, guiding you towards some bushes. You were shocked to find that you weren’t done, and when you were finally able to catch your breath, you felt more hands on your back.

“What happened?”

Your heart sank at the sound of Pope’s voice, and you wiped your mouth, desperately wanting that salty taste to go away.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe too much beer on an empty stomach because she just started throwing up,” Bunny explained.

You rolled your eyes at the disappointed sound Pope let out.

“The first night out since you’re not grounded anymore and-.”

“Will you shut up?” you snapped, turning to look at your brother.

His deep frown at your tone had you swallowing, but with everything you were dealing with, you didn’t have the patience to hear whatever snarky thing he wanted to throw on top. You could feel Kie’s eyes on you from by his side, and you turned away, taking a deep breath and waiting for your stomach to settle.

“Cam and I will take her home,” Bunny, said, trying to ignore the awkward atmosphere.

“Your redheaded friend who’s been drinking all night, too? Uh uh. I don’t think so,” Pope said. “Kie can take you.”

You were going to protest when your stomach started turning again, and you reluctantly accepted that you should just call it a night. When you glanced up, your eyes met familiar blue ones, and you watched the way his gaze fell onto Pope. He seemed calmer, now, but his face was as stony as ever as Topper tried to give him some water, looking back to you.

Rafe kept his gaze connected with yours, and you swore it was like he could see right into you. You watched him take a sip, looking at you from over the rim of the cup. Looking into his eyes for the first time since the breakup didn’t make you as conflicted as you feared it might. If anything, it only made you more resolved in your decision, especially as you watched Rafe toss his cup to the ground and take a step towards you.

You turned away just as Topper placed a hand on his chest.

“Let’s go,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and hurrying to get off of the beach.

You were home alone when Pope came storming into the house, slamming the door so hard that it actually made you jump. You were getting something to drink in the kitchen, not having a taste for much of anything lately, and when he breezed by, you could tell by his demeanor that something was wrong. Maybe you still felt like crap for snapping at him the other night, and that’s why you followed after him, calling his name.

He ignored you at first, but when it became clear that you were choosing now to play the concerned sister, he stopped and sighed. He threw his head back, just standing there for a moment as he seemingly gathered his thoughts. At least, that was what you had assumed…until he turned around.

Your sharp inhale was loud in the house.

“What the hell?” you breathed, reaching for him. “What happened?”

There was still a bit of blood on his lip, and the knot on the side of his head was as nasty as it was obvious. You watched Pope’s jaw clench, taking a deep breath as he licked his lips, licking the blood away.

“Rafe and Topper jumped me.”

You felt like you got the air knocked out of you.

Pope’s words hung in the air, and your hands fell, mouth falling open. You stared at him in disbelief, not quite processing what he’d said despite how clearly he’d spoken them. The longer your mind lingered on them, the sicker you felt, and you took a step back.

“What?” you breathed.

You could feel a burning behind your eyes, and you struggled to swallow, a dangerous cocktail of emotions flowing through you. Rafe? Topper? Your mind went to Midsummers and the small argument you’d had with Rafe when him and his friends had jumped JJ. You remembered your anger and disappointment with his actions, but you also remembered your concern when it came to your brother. Rafe had assured you they were unfounded, promising you that he’d never touch Pope…

So long as you were with him.

An angry tear escaped, and Pope mistook it’s meaning.

“I’m fine,” he sighed, shaking off his hat. “Just those assholes being assholes.”

You pressed your lips together, chest growing tight.

“Why?” you finally asked, voice thick with emotion.

It didn’t matter what reason Pope gave you. You knew why.

“JJ sort of got them back for what happened at Midsummers and well…you know how it goes around here…”

You clenched your jaw, knowing that was bullshit. Rafe could’ve easily retaliated against JJ, but no. He chose to take it out on Pope for a reason, and when Pope finally disappeared into his room, more tears fell. You went into your own room, stomach churning at the thought of Rafe jumping Pope just to hurt you. You sniffed, pressing your hand to your mouth as you made your way to your bathroom, dreading the salty taste along the inside of your cheeks.

You leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths and forcing yourself to calm down. Your stomach still turned, but it was lessening some, and you finally let out a sob. It didn’t feel real, none of it, and you slid to the floor.

It didn’t make sense to you, and you didn’t know if you were just that blind or if Rafe was just that good. You’d known of Rafe’s reputation long before that night he’d picked you up, but you weren’t crazy to think he’d become better, especially with the way he was treating you. He’d been so sweet, and while not perfect, he’d been good to you. Even that night at Midsummers, you’d believed him when he said he wouldn’t touch Pope.

It had never occurred to you that he would should you ever broke up.

Why would it? It was such a cruel thing to do, and a fresh wave of tears spilled over. You thought about his hand in your hair, holding you under water. You thought about his voice on the phone that day, so cold and unlike what you thought he was. Thinking about his words still made you shudder, and you brought your knees to your chest. You were realizing that this Rafe, the Rafe who was an enemy, the Rafe who got mean when he didn’t get his way…was a stranger to you.

It was like night and day, and it terrified you…because you didn’t know him, at all.

You wiped your face, trying to hold back more tears when you glanced up.

You didn’t register what you were seeing, at first, but the more you stared at it, the more you frowned. You felt your heart skip a beat, and suddenly, Pope was the last thing on your mind. For the first time in weeks, over a month really, you felt numb. You finally felt numb.

Your pads were on top of your toilet like they always were…

…and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d used one.

[obae-me]

Here's a little fluffy hurt/comfort blurb based on this photo I took that's gotten a surprising amount of attention. We're all out here just simping for tired old anime men, huh?

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Solomon x Reader, GN MC

Keep in mind this might contain potential Nightbringer spoilers!

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It had been another long night of attendant duties. They had already been considered a handful back in your time, so one could only imagine how bad they were now, or was then the proper term? This time jump still gave you a massive headache. One had to wonder how the demon brothers survived on their own without you around. Even Lucifer needed looking after, even if he would never say such a thing. He often had too many curious looks cross over his face when encountering something he'd never seen before. Of course, anything that happened was now your mess to clean up.

And while being needed by them bolstered your pride...caring for these demons that looked at you like a stranger was exhausting. Being told to return home when you considered the House of Lamentation your home was tiring. Not being able to find comfort in the arms of the demons you considered family was draining. You used to be able to sit down and talk to them. Now...they hardly listened to what you had to say, shooing you off as some fussy attendant. You thought these things over in your head as you walked home alone to Cocytus Hall. The steps you made seemed to echo through the empty streets, although you knew it was just your mind run ragged with weariness, woes, and worries.

The door to your new 'home' creaked as the old metal hinges announced your return. There wasn't a sound. No shouts of 'welcome home', no scolding of being out too late, no questions about where you'd been. It should've torn you up inside, it had torn you up inside, just right now you were far too fatigued to give in to your emotions. You couldn't handle another teary-filled night. Your feet shuffled up the stairs and towards your room. The space was dark, unfamiliar. You and Solomon had rearranged it to feel like your room at the HOL, he'd even grown a tree in the middle of the floor right by your bed, causing the Sorcerer to be harshly punished by Barbatos, but...it wasn't the same. Would it ever feel the same?

You slipped your feet out of your shoes, a flick of your leg sending them towards the frame of your bed. They clattered in the quiet room. Then, a not-so-quiet little groan reached your ears. You felt like at some point in your life, such a noise in a darkened room would've made you jump. Maybe Devildom life had changed you, or maybe you could distinguish the voice from the little moan alone. A little bit of the home-sickness coiled in your chest softened, your lungs not feeling quite so tight. "What're you doing in here?" You wondered aloud, keeping your voice barely above a whisper. When you weren't graced with a response, you twirled a finger, gesturing a spell towards the little lantern on the nightstand. You might not be powerful enough to send yourself home, but you weren't completely powerless at least. The candle's wick lit immediately, casting everything in it's short vicinity in a soft orange glow. There he was, a lump of a shadow atop your mattress. He was turned away from you, facing the wall your bed was pushed up against. His body seemed to be settled on the very edge. You couldn't help but shake your head at him. Not even under the covers, no pillow, still in his RAD uniform, sometimes you had to wonder if you were his attendant as well. He might master the magical and spectacular, but he always seemed to struggle with the most mundane of tasks, like his wisdom held no more room for the ordinary.

Although, despite this situation and the day's frustrations and the fact that there was a mess of a human in your unfamiliar bed, you found yourself smiling just a little, just enough to give you that little push you would need to get up in the morning. Solomon hardly ever let himself be caught in such a position. He wasn't one to often express his vulnerabilities. So, like most things he did, you wondered if it was intentional. Perhaps he was showing you this wasn't easy for him as well, his own strength depleted. Or perhaps there was another meaning to the tempting empty space beside him. You approached the bed and gripped at the end of the comforter. Solomon never seemed to have too much of a problem being berated-- if he did, he never showed it at least-- but the one thing he could never stand to be called was a magician. It always struck you as an odd fact, but an amusing one nonetheless. So, while it may have been childish, you urged him to show you one "magic" trick in particular. The one that's considered little more than a party trick, one where you tug at a sheet or tablecloth and leave the items that had been settled on top undisturbed. With a flourish, you tugged at the blanket with a brisk snap till it was fully in your hands. Although, it hadn't been perfect. You'd tugged Solomon back about an inch. His voice once again rumbled in his chest, a sleepy and curious murmur. You crawled into bed, the mattress bobbing a bit. You laid by his back, pulling the covers over the both of you. You grabbed a few pillows, placing one under your head and the other next to Solomon. With a gentle hand, you slid your palm under the sorcerer's neck, bringing your touch up to where you could feel his cheek. You lifted his head and dragged the cushion underneath it. Of course, this sudden act forced him to stir.

"Hm?" Solomon hummed, his cheek rubbing against the pillowcase till his head started to turn.

No, you didn't want him to move. You didn't want him to turn around, to look at your tired eyes that threatened to shed tears. So you planted your face in the back of his neck, your arms finding their way to his sides, wrapping around him. You were practically pinning him in place now. Which was fine. You...were supposed to act like a demon now, right? You could act selfish. You felt his body stiffen at first, a little bit off guard, but then he relaxed again.

You heard him breathe deeply through his mouth, perhaps still half-asleep. "Welcome home," you heard him whisper. "Long day?"

"Long week," you replied, a certain shudder in your voice you never intended to make. He went silent at that. You knew that the things you said hurt him to a degree. There was a sadness to his eyes whenever you showed up at Cocytus Hall with nothing but dejected looks on your face even when he sat there waiting for you with your favorite take-out. There was a little slump to his shoulders anytime you would express how lonely you felt even with him around. His smirk always wavered whenever he did his best to cheer you up but knew that it would never be enough. Coming all the way to the past like this just for you must be a heavy burden in it's own right. "I'm really glad," you began to say, "that you're here with me." You definitely had thought it in your mind, but you wondered if you expressed your thanks vocally yet. You'd finally done it now at least. "I don't think I'd be able to do this on my own."

His chest swelled in a big deep breath before letting it out through his nose. His hand managed to find one of yours, his fingers brushing against yours, not yet fully intertwining but simply dancing on the edge of the possibility. "You should give yourself more credit than that. But, I would be lying if I said I wasn't glad to hear you say that." You both rested in another little bout of peaceful silence, listening to the soft breaths of one another, feeling the warmth of another human. "It was an easy decision," Solomon finally expressed. "I didn't need to think twice about it. I couldn't leave my precious apprentice to fend for themselves." His fingers finally slipped between yours slowly, knuckle bumping into knuckle, feeling the pads of your palms, like he was exploring the feeling. You wondered how long it had been since he last held hands with someone. "My partner through time..." He then chuckled a little bit. "Sounds a bit like a cheesy movie, doesn't it?" Clearly he was trying to brighten the mood. You let out a single huff of a laugh, your nose at the base of his skull, his hair brushing against your face. You felt him take an unsteady breath, his body curling a little bit, shifting towards you. "Will you let me stay in your arms a little longer?"

A little smile curled around your lips. Tempting fate, you kissed the back of his neck. "You can stay here till morning if you want. After all, I wouldn't want to leave my adorable teacher all by himself," you lightly teased, mirroring his own phrase at him. You watched the dim light in the room flicker before it was snuffed out. Magic probably had a hand in it. You closed your eyes as adjusted your hold on Solomon, finding the most comfortable position against his back. "Goodnight," you whispered. "See you tomorrow?" You didn't mean for it to come off like such an uncertain question. But you were afraid, afraid that things would get worse, that you'd be stranded in the past forever.

But he was determined to be here with you, to make sure you were safe, to make sure you had someone to rely on. "I'll be here."

[teddywook]

mirage ꨄ osaki shotaro

summary. in the middle of the night i feel your fingers over my skin

warnings. shotaro x fem!reader, first person narrative. mention of dead, antidepressant use and its side effects, irresponsible mixing and abuse of medications (pls DON'T do that). suggestive, sort of a smut attempt.

words. 2.566k

"y/n"

soft caresses run over my body, fingers light as feathers, touching inch by inch of my exposed skin. murmurs in the darkness that take me out of dreams.

"y/n"

i shift on the mattress, the sheets get tangled in my legs, there is movement on the side of the bed. it's hard for me to open my eyes, my eyelids feel very heavy.

"love"

i can barely open them enough to see the shadowed silhouette heading towards the door, but when i manage to open my eyes, the shadow is gone and i fall asleep again, until sleep completely escapes me.

the sound of the alarm fills the room ending another long night of struggling with sleep. every night is the same. long hours tossing and turning on the mattress trying to empty my mind without success. and on those rare occasions when my brain finally shuts down, i only manage to get a little sleep and then wake up in the middle of the night. with my clothes stuck to my body from sweat, with my mind clouded and my muscles tense. feeling my chest tight, my ribcage too small for my lungs, preventing me from breathing properly.

i sit on the edge of the bed, my dangling feet barely touching the floor with the toes. my eyes travel from the chipping polish on my nails to the nightstand next to the bed. two pairs of eyes stare back at me from a lilac painted wooden frame. brown eyes, bright and full of love.

a flash of warmth runs through my chest a moment before i feel the sting, so on impulse i place the photograph face down on the surface and stand up before slamming it against the wall.

i face the reflection in the bathroom mirror but the person i see in it looks nothing like the person in the photo on my nightstand. no bright eyes, no dazzling smiles. she has no warmth or love. she is lifeless.

the cold water of the shower hits my hot skin, making my hair stand on end but helping me clear the haze in my head enough to function normally. i have a long day ahead, the last thing i want is to walk like a living dead down the street. i feel miserable and i know i look that way, i just don't need others to tell me so.

i adjust the towel around my body as i open the glass closet door, my hair dripping leaving a puddle on the floor. cotton shirts greet me on their hangers, perfectly ironed and without any trace of lint. my fingers slide over the soft fabric and the aroma of spices flutters in the air around me; i can't help but bring a sleeve to my face, burying my nose in the fabric

filling my lungs with the spicy smell, a chill runs down my spine and i feel the electricity run through my body and go straight to my crotch.

a soft murmur reaches me through the curtain of fog that forms around my mind, taking me out of the trance "coffe is ready"

the smell of freshly brewed coffee stings my nostrils, overshadowing the previous aroma that intoxicated me. without much enthusiasm i force myself to let go of my shirt and, knowing that i must hurry if i don't want to miss my appointment with dr. song, i begin to get dressed, ignoring the wetness that has accumulated between my thighs.

the hum of the toaster is getting quiet as i leave the room and the ping of toast jumping outta it catches my attention when i enter to the kitchen. next to the coffee maker is a cup waiting to be filled and a sticky note with a small yellowish pill by its side.

make sure you get enough sun :)

i smile at shotaro's tender note. he always has these details, reminding me to take my medicine and making my coffee in the morning. finishing breakfast i head to the door, putting on my coat i'm about to turn around to say goodbye when my eyes land on the picture of my boyfriend smiling at the camera and then i stop. i remember that he's gone, i take the keys and i leave too.

it's after noon when i leave the building where dr. song works. the sun at its highest point causes discomfort to my sensitive eyes due to the lack of rest and the strident noise of the cars' claxons causes hammering in my head.

i want to go home, but i'm at that time of day when the medication has subsided a little and my mind is clear and sharp. images of an accident flash in my memory, broken glass, sirens and flashing lights. a loop explosion that makes my senses dizzy again.

i take the strip of blue pills out of my bag.

«only if the memories are too overwhelming»

dr. song's words make their way through the sequence of images, echoing in my mind. should i...? oh, fuck it.

i swallow a capsule and go into the small place that seems familiar to me. my eyes immediately catch the empty table in the corner.

i just ordered a sandwich to go when the phone vibrates against the table. the screen lights up revealing the smiling photo of my mother and i rush to answer.

"y/n, honey"

"mommy"

my voice breaks, wishing my mother could put her arms around me, unable to tell her everything i feel and lighten my load. but my mother knows me well and doesn't need my words.

"everything will be fine. you are strong, you can handle this, you'll see"

"i'm taking the medicine again" i dare to confess "i know i promised i wouldn't do it but i couldn't help it. this is too much, i don't want to continue feeling like this" 

"oh, honey"

a paper bag appears in my field of vision, i move the phone away from my ear, suppressing my mother's voice. i watch sohee, the youngest boy i tutored in english last year, give me an awkward sad smile.

"noona, i... i couldn't tell you before... i'm so sorry about the accident. mom wants you to know that if you need anything you can come to us"

"i..." i take a quick look at my phone screen, which is dark and off. without any call in progress. "thank you"

i get up feeling a lump in my throat and blinking the tears that begin to sting my eyes, i take my sandwich and leave.

by the time i enter my apartment the medication has already taken effect. i am aware of an accident, but i do not remember the specific details. the images are increasingly blurry and with every step i take the haze condenses again in my head.

my steps are heavy, my limbs are languid and a momentary calm invades me.

i keep half of the sandwich in the refrigerator for when shotaro comes home and i drink a glass of cold water to relieve the heat that is now suffocating me. i fall on the couch with a book in my hands, but my vision is blurred because of the medication and no matter how hard i try, i can't focus on the tiny letters on the pages.

so i give up, now strangely annoyed, and throw the book across the room.

i hold my head in my hands, trying to calm my growing anxiety. breathe in, breathe out. i look up, exchanging glances with the smiling shotaro in the photo next to the front door, feeling calmer with the pure image of my boyfriend. i pick up the book and put it on the shelf and satisfied that i have avoided a scolding from him for my mess, i head to the bedroom to take a bath.

unable to muster the necessary strength to take a shower, i choose to fill the bathtub, hoping that the water and the vanilla essence that shotaro likes will take away the heaviness of my body.

the cold water heats up quickly due to my body heat, but i allow myself to stay in the water a little longer. i have my eyes closed as i hum a soft song whose name i don't remember but it feels familiar; my chest heaves at a flash image of a pale, cold hand against mine.

i push myself up, sitting up straight, confused. the memory goes away as quickly as it came but i question myself if it was something important to remember.

i lie back in the bathtub without giving importance to the matter. the melody has changed to a more sensual one and my hand involuntarily begins to run over my wet skin. the pads of my fingers caress the softness of my skin under the water and i let out a sigh when they reach my center. 

memories of shotaro and i baptizing this bathtub the day we moved. wet skins colliding, water overflowing and splashing on the floor, the mirror fogged up and the echoes singing i love you's like a mantra.

the song changes one more time, clearing the haze again and giving me a fleeting moment of lucidity. durable enough to remind me of the cafeteria scene. my mother called me, i spoke to her.

and yet there was never such a call. because she didn't call me, nor will she ever call me. because she is dead.

my chest heaves with panic rising within it. my mother is dead. and i talked to her. no, i didn't talk to her because she is... shit.

i get out of the bathtub as quickly as i can and head to the kitchen with just a towel covering me. my hands shake as i grab the bottle of pills from the counter but i manage to take the small capsule.

i wet my face with the cold water from the sink and little by little i let the medicine take effect.

i leave the bottle next to the others and take the paper with doctor song's notes, i am about to read them when a click of keys sounds followed by the sound of the door closing. i hear footsteps approaching and i let myself be enveloped by warm arms, releasing the page with letters too blurry for my tired eyes, leaning on their comforting embrace.

"you're back"

"i will always come to you"

"it's been a hard day"

my voice trembles, fearing to hear disappointment in his, but contrary to what i expect, he speaks to me calmly and with love pouring out his words.

"let's go to bed, my love. now i'm with you"

"let me take my medicine first"

"no" his hand holds my wrist, preventing me from taking the strip of blue capsules "you don't need that"

i follow him into the room without arguing, feeling better just having him by my side. he comes in first and i lose sight of him, so while he's in the bathroom i head to the closet to put on some clothes, deciding on the white shirt from this morning. the soft fabric hugged my body, surrounding me with its spicy aroma of spices.

i frown when i see the picture on my nightstand upside down, i didn't realize it fell this morning. i place the frame correctly and smile at the photo of shotaro and i in the beach, happy that the glass hasn't broken.

i get into bed and close my eyes, falling asleep while i wait for my boyfriend to come out of the bathroom.

it's hot.

i kick the sheets off the bed, feeling my body too hot against the fabric. my hair sticks to my forehead and the cotton shirt feels like thick, suffocating wool on my skin.

i look at the alarm clock, the same time again. my sleep loss is always punctual.

i turn on the mattress trying to go back to sleep, although without success.

"y/n"

hands moving up my legs, squeezing the flesh of my thighs and hips and stopping at my waist. fingers unbuttoning my shirt and a light breeze hitting my breasts, making my nipples hard instantly.

a soft palm cradles my breast, kneading the flesh and rolling my nipple between his fingers. i feel his warm breath against my ear and his hardness against my back.

"y/n"

a moan falls from my lips as his other hand slips under my underwear, where i'm already soaked and needy. his fingers run up and down my lips, spreading my arousal across my swollen clit that begs for attention.

"taro" my voice is a broken moan, my mind becomes cloudy but this fog is different, it is pure lust and need.

his fingers find my entrance and torture it a little before entering me completely, drawing a loud moan from me. he begin to thrust into me at a constant pace that slowly becomes faster and sharp.

i move my hips faster as i feel the orgasm building in my belly, hot sweat covering every inch of my skin. my breathing is heaving, my legs are trembling, and my clit is throbbing, desperate for release. i bring my hand to the little nub of nerves chasing my climax. the orgasm hits me hard, wave after wave of pleasure washing over my entire body.

my eyes slowly close due to the post-orgasm numbness, but i manage to open them enough to see the darkness surrounding me and the shadow that is lost in the door.

it's past 8 when i wake up in the morning.

i feel confused, unable to remember the last time i slept that much. my body feels light when i get out of bed, my mind calm and clear. i almost feel like i'm forgetting...

i stop dead when i see the smiling picture of shotaro on the shelf in the hallway, next to the wooden urn and the candle holder. i feel my eyes sting at the memory of his pale face and tears slide down my face. his cold hand against mine, his skin full of cuts.

the burst of images from the car accident where i lost my boyfriend makes me shudder and sets off a chain reaction with memories of yesterday.

i run to the kitchen to get my medicine.

i'm about to put the pills in my mouth when i see doctor song's note and i decide to read it before the fog eclipses my mind.

'sweating, muscle pain, blurred vision, insomnia, anxiety, irritability, memory lapses, lucid dreams'

a different memory comes to mind.

«"PTSD, y/n. totally normal due to the near-death experience. it is also the main trigger for your depressive disorder, and i am specially worried about the extent of it"

"please help me, doctor. i don't want to feel this hole in my chest anymore"

"these antidepressants will help you calm the feeling of emptiness. they will mitigate your sadness to a manageable level, but they will not eliminate it completely, time will do that. and for panic attacks take these capsules. but be careful, only if the memories are too overwhelming. don't mix them too much, they can have some annoying side effects"»

i swallow, feeling the emotions overwhelming me. so much anger, sadness, fear.

shotaro preparing my coffee. coming home, hugging me. shotaro with me in bed, touching me.

only it wasn't really him. actions that i myself carried out that i instantly forgot or that i simply imagined clinging to his memory. in the shadow of his love that follows me everywhere.

and as i let the tears flow down my cheeks, i feel the whisper of his voice and the ghost of his love embrace me.

"i will always come to you"

but i must let you go

i cried so bad.

thanks for read my loves ♡

[lady-severus-snape]

Random headcanon scene bullet points in my mind......

🌠 Severus is your bf, your wizarding bf. It's stupid cheap for him to take a portkey (international or not) to visit you compared to your muggle money cost and absolutely REFUSES to let you spend it on traveling to him. You basically have to conspire with Minerva to pop up as a surprise. Usually when he in school.

🌠 you both met one day when walking down the street in downtown Chicago (the potion guild was being held there that summer) and you both crash into each other when a bicyclist pushed you and your merch boxes from the bar you worked out into him. After a million apologies and hauling him up (he was shocked at your strength). You invited him into the bar for a drink on the house to make up for it.

🌠 after wards he kept coming by, and only when you were on shift. His demeanor drawed you in. Despite the age (45 to your 30) you began to fall for him. He had an air of danger, his prickly snarky comments had you in stitches. He was equally drawn to you. He had never met someone who tongue lashed others almost as well as he did. Your banter was something he enjoyed.

🌠 you give give him your number, though he did sat that he did not own a celly phone (cell phone you corrected gently)

🌠 he breaks down and gets one, because summer was almost over and thinking about not being able to talk to you made him squirrelly. You teach him the basics on how to work the call function, texting, and video chatting.

🌠 When you saw his dark mark by accident (it had been a particularly hot and humid day, even with A/C so he had ditched frock coat and rolled up his sleeves), Severus just about came undone at the seams, his magic flaring and exploding the sound system. You hugged him into submission and softly cooed at him until he had calmed down enough to explain what he could. He kissed you hard and deep after you told him that the choices he made were based on the tools available to him at the time.

🌠 He asks you to be his woman, you accept and little by little insert yourself into his life, improving his quality of self and acceptance without judgment and patience. Besides you adored his goth/victorian/wizard look.

🌠 "Sev, why not tie your hair back? I like your silver streak". He starts stealing your hair ties and wears his hair like a man bun. "Where did you get that waist coat? It looks wonderful on you" wears more styles like it. "Baby, we can always get a cover up of the cult tattoo you have. Or I can show you the best skin foundation that can hide it. It's water proof and can only be removed with the formulated alcohol solution." Suddenly starts asking questions on muggle tattoos and artists as well as the foundation you suggested.

🌠 one day while talking to you via video chat, he hisses and grabs his forearm. He bids you goodbye. Sick with worry you keep your phone on hand and call off from work. He appeared in the middle of your kitchen bruised, bloodied, and battered,.completely messed up. You barely got his dead weight to the bathroom where you cleaned him up and treated his wounds to the best of your ability. You hadn't told him, but you started taking CNA courses incase. Plus work at the bar was getting old and tiresome (you had been attacked by patron who wouldn't take no for an answer or accept you had a man already)

🌠severus recovering and breaks down crying telling you EVERYTHING. You hold his hand and pet his cheek, listening and raging internally at his suffering. Tell him to bring the boys (Potter and Malfoy) there, you will take them in under your wing and hide the two . His love for you grows.

🌠 He begrudgingly accepts being passenger princess because he does not know how to drive a muggle car and you know the streets better than he does. He ends up learning that your job takes you to the seediest parts of the city thus having you teach him because there was no way he was going to allow his woman to drive late at night to get home from your private home care case while he twiddled his thumbs at home.

🌠 he gets adorably flustered when your on the phone with your spanish speaking mother. He knows when you're gushing about him because of how animated you get and the glances you give him. He secretly LOVES how you say his name with a Mexican accent.

🌠 One time he comes to visit you at your bartending gig. He sat in the corner as he watched you turn on your sex appeal to draw customers in but sees how expertly you keep yourself from their touchy Feely hands. He absolutely fucks you stupid after your shift because he realized you were wearing one of button up shirts he was looking for back at hogwarts.

🌠 your mother always grew muicle (mexican honey suckle) so when he met your mother and saw the gold mine of FRESH muicle (its magical properties were the shit in potions dried, nevermind fresh) , Severus just about married you on the spot much to the amusement of your mother. She took to calling him mijo whenever she talked to him in her broken english. When he asked what that meant, his heart melted.

🌠 his favorite pet names from you: amorcito, corazoncito, guero, corazon de melon, flaco, bonbon. His super fav is bebé.

🌠 you and your mother absolutely exploit the fact he is 6ft7in and has gigantic hands to mix the masa for tamales and tortillas. Severus being moody at Hogwarts during the school year because he can't have good rice and beans the way you or your mother make. He calls her ma now. That had been an embarrassing time for him. It had slipped out when he had arrived to your house for winter break and found only her. He is now her mijo and no one was telling her any different.

🌠 He discovered he enjoyed mexican hot chocolate, atole, menudo, pozole. Though his favorite was red mole. Sometimes when he goes back to work, your mother and you prepare some and freeze it and place it in a box that Minerva gave you for Xmas a last year. It will shrink at the tap of your hand and preserves whatever is inside. So when Severus finds it after unpacking in his quarters he whoops for joy and happily eats when he has had a dog shit kind of day.

🌠 Severus snapping at the entire staff because Albus Fucking Dumbledore is telling him to give up his attachment to you. Ends up cussing their asses out in Spanish AND English. He channeled your ghetto side apparently.

🌠 Harry and Draco calling your mother abuelita because it sounds better than gran/gram. Draco struggling to adjust to muggle living, unconditional love and Harry having an actual decent summer free of absuse and neglect. Abuelita's chocolate is the best, out ranks yours (the little shits ♥️)

🌠 Severus watching you beat the absolute dog shit out of Black during one of the few visits to him, because Black called him Snivellus while he ate the empanadas Ma sent with you. Black hides everytime he hears your voice.

[lura-valentine]

Shigaraki, Dabi, OC - Playing with decay and fire - Fanfic

This is a little fanfiction to show a side of my OC Rain Black.

She loves to play with men's urges and then skilfully drop them again. With Shigaraki and Dabi, however, it's such a thing in itself...

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Click ➡️ HERE ⬅️ to go to the character profiles of my OC Rain Black.

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes.

The night was quiet as Rain walked slowly through the dark streets. The only company she had was the soft crackling of her fire feathers, which now and then sprayed a spark into the cool air. Their destination was the bar, the retreat of the League of Villains, where their comrades were waiting for them. The mission was complete, and it was time to report.

When she pushed the door open, she was met by the familiar, dim light and the smell of smoke and alcohol. There was a tense but familiar atmosphere in the room. At one of the tables sat Dabi, lighting a cigarette with his blue flames. Himiko Toga played bored with one of her knives and glanced at the group every now and then. Twice was talking to himself in a corner while filling two glasses. And in the middle of the room, on an old, worn chair, sat Shigaraki, one hand casually placed over the armrest, the other supports his head.

Rain entered with soft steps and closed the door behind her, her wings elegantly folded behind her back. Shigaraki raised his head slightly when he noticed her presence, but his posture remained unchanged.

"Mission accomplished," Rain said in a soft voice that echoed in the quiet room. She glanced around for a moment, saw the fleeting flash of curiosity in Toga's eyes, the grim satisfaction in Dabi's gaze, and Twice's silent nod before she set her sights on Shigaraki again.

He nodded curtly, without saying a word, as a sign that he had understood. But Rain knew that this was not enough. Slowly and deliberately, she began to sneak around Shigaraki, like a predator circling its prey. Her footsteps were barely audible, but the presence she radiated was unmistakable.

"And?" she asked softly as she came to a stop behind his chair, her voice a breath, almost like a soft whisper. "Was that all you wanted to hear?"

Shigaraki didn't answer. He knew what was coming next. And the others in the room had also become attentive. Dabi, holding his cigarette between his lips, raised an eyebrow and watched the scene with a silent smile. Himiko stopped playing with her knife and leaned forward with interest.

Rain placed her hands on Shigaraki's shoulders, her fingertips running lightly over the fabric of his clothes. She could feel the tension in his body, which slowly built up as she intensified her touch and began to glide her hands over his chest. Her breath was warm against his neck as she slowly approached his ear.

"You know, Shigaraki..." she whispered to him, her fingers drawing a sensual trail down his stomach. ... I love to make my reports more detailed."

Her hands slid deeper until they stopped just above his beltline. Shigaraki's breathing became heavier, but he didn't move. He knew that Rain was playing, that she wanted to test him, to lure him out of his reserve. But he was not an easy opponent.

"Rain," he began in a low, rough voice that had a dangerous edge. "You're probably aware that this isn't your playground, are you?"

Rain smiled to herself, her head slightly tilted to the side while her feathers rustled softly. "Oh, but I think you're enjoying it more than you'd like to admit," she replied, sliding her hands a little deeper before she stopped abruptly and withdrew her touch as if nothing had happened. She took a step back, her eyes sparkling with amusement and challenge.

Shigaraki turned his head slightly to look at her out of the corner of his eye. A soft, almost imperceptible twitch in the corners of his mouth revealed that he was not entirely unimpressed. But before he could reply, Dabi suddenly laughed dryly.

"And I thought I was the only one who burned his fingers on you, Rain," he said with a crooked grin as he leaned back comfortably. "But I guess Shigaraki has more patience than I do."

Rain turned slowly and gave Dabi a coquettish look over his shoulder. "Maybe I should try again with you, Dabi," she said playfully. "I mean, you enjoyed it..."

"Well," Dabi replied with a tired smile, "next time I might just burn down directly, then I don't have to worry about anything anymore."

Twice, who had been silent until now, suddenly laughed aloud and put both hands to his head. "Double fired is better! Or was that wrong? Anyway, she's going to kill us all anyway!"

Himiko giggled softly and jumped up, knife in hand. "Rain, Rain, Rain... Always so playful! I bet Shigaraki enjoyed it too, he just won't admit it!"

Shigaraki slowly raised his hands and put them back in his lap before he stood up. "That's enough, you idiots," he said quietly, but with an authority that made the room quiet again. "Rain, we still have a lot to do. Stop playing with your little games before I regret bringing you here."

But Rain was not so easily deterred. Instead of retreating, she began to sneak around Shigaraki again, her steps almost silent, her black feathers glowing slightly. "Oh, Shigaraki," she said with a seductive undertone, "maybe this isn't a game at all."

With a gentle movement of her hips, and a melting smile, she stopped in front of him. Her hands glided over his chest with a smooth, almost hypnotic movement, her fingertips feeling the muscles underneath. Shigaraki stood still, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of patience and suppressed tension.

Rain stood on tiptoe to get closer to his ear. Her breath brushed his throat as she spoke to him softly but deeply seductively. "Maybe," she whispered, gently scratching his chest with her fingernails. "isn't this a show or a game, Shigaraki... Maybe it's just my way of dealing with dominant men."

Her fingertips glided gently higher to his neck before slowly moving even higher. The touch was light, almost like a gentle breeze, but the effect was strong. She slowly slipped her fingers to his chin and gently stroked him underneath while laughing softly.

"You know," she continued, her voice only a whisper, "maybe I'm not a dark phoenix at all, as everyone thinks... Maybe I'm just a black widow who loves to captivate her prey."

Shigaraki briefly knitted his eyebrows, a slight twitch in his lips, while his usual expressionlessness was briefly broken. The room seemed to hold its breath as Rain leaned even closer, her lips almost against his auricle as she continued. "You know," she breathed, "the fluttering of my feathers may not just be a game, but the beginning of your downfall."

Dabi, who had been sitting in his chair until now, flinched and stared at Rain in fascination. His eyes sparkled with admiration and secret excitement. "Damn inferno," he muttered as he leaned back and took a deep drag from his cigarette. "She knows how to heat up the men around her, you have to give her that."

Twice, who was standing in the corner, stared spellbound at Rain, his twin figure a picture of pure amazement. "Woah," he said in amazement, "that's really fireworks! Do you think she'll do the same with us?"

Rain smiled at the reactions of the two and focused on Shigaraki again. Her hand slid back to his chest, every slight streak of her nails seemed to electrify him more. "Perhaps," she continued, her voice a game of sensuality and threat, "you'd better be careful before you get too involved with me. The black widow has her own rules."

Shigaraki closed his eyes for a moment, as if he wanted to absorb the closeness of her words. When he opened them again, his expression was impenetrable, but his eyes sparkled dangerously. "You made your point," he said calmly, his voice as always tinged with a slight threat. "But don't forget who's pulling the strings here, Rain. Your game could quickly become your downfall."

"Oh, I'm willing to take the risk," she replied with a soft laugh. "But I wonder if you are too..."

Shigaraki looked at her, his gaze piercing and full of unspoken threats. But instead of being intimidated, Rain held his gaze, her red eyes glowing with challenging lust. She enjoyed these power games, the crackle of tension between them. It was a dance that she mastered perfectly.

Dabi leaned back and extinguished his cigarette in an ashtray. "I think it's going to be interesting," he said, his voice full of gloomy anticipation. "Maybe we should bet on which of you will break first."

Twice nodded frantically, his nervousness obvious. "Yes, yes! That would be exciting! Or terrible... I can't decide!"

Rain slowly lowered herself onto a bar stool, her posture relaxed, as if what had just happened had been nothing more than a small interlude. "What bad timing, Dabi. I've only just started," she said, giving him a playful look.

Shigaraki was still standing there, his eyes narrowing as he watched Rain. He knew she was dangerous, maybe even more dangerous than most in the league. But that's exactly what made them so valuable.

"You had your fun, Rain," he said finally, his voice regained. "But now it's time to get serious. The league doesn't need distracted members."

"Who says I'm distracted?" Rain raised an eyebrow and gave him a mysterious smile. "Maybe I'm just particularly focused... to the right things."

Shigaraki didn't answer immediately, but let the tension hang in the air for a moment longer. "I hope so for you, Rain," he finally said before turning away and slowly walking towards the door. "We still have work to do."

Rain watched him, her smile widening. "Always, Shigaraki. Always.

"As he left the room, a strange silence remained, interrupted only by Himiko's quiet giggles and Twice's nervous whispers to himself. Rain closed her eyes for a moment, leaned back and let the crackling of her wings echo in the silence. This was her world, her playground - she was ready to play any game that came her way, and her next goal, she had already chosen.

She slowly opened her eyes, let the blissful smile bloom on her lips and turned her attention to Dabi, who looked at her with a challenging look. Her interest in Shigaraki was satisfied for the time being, but that didn't mean that her game was over. There was still someone who deserved her attention, and Dabi seemed to be waiting for her to take aim at him.

With a smooth movement, she stood up and walked slowly towards him. Her steps were deliberate, almost like those of a cat that took each of its steps with absolute precision. Her red eyes were fixed on Dabi, while her wings rustled softly behind her, the blood-red play of her feathers shining in the dim light of the bar.

Dabi raised his eyebrows as Rain approached him, but he didn't move. Instead, he let a small, crooked grin play when he noticed her determined steps.

"What are you up to, Rain?" he asked lightly, looking at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"I've been thinking about what you said," Rain replied in her deep, seductive voice as she stopped in front of him. "About this bet..."

Dabi leaned back a little and took her time to react to her words. "Oh? Do you suddenly feel like betting against me now?" he asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

Rain smiled and let her fingers glide lightly over the edge of the table as she got closer to him. "I bet..." she said slowly, her eyes fixed on his. That I manage to break you before Shigaraki."

Dabi laughed softly and played with his flames in his hands, which wrapped dangerously around his fingers. "Interesting," he said, his eyes now fixed on her fingers, which now lightly touched his hand on the table. "But do you really think you can break me?"

Rain smiled and leaned forward slightly, putting her hands on his shoulders. "I'm pretty sure I can," she whispered and then elegantly lowered herself onto his lap, not letting him out of her sight for a moment.

Dabi stared at her, the grin disappearing from his face for a moment as their closeness seemed to take the air out of his breath. But he didn't show anything, at least not immediately.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Rain," he finally muttered, his voice harsher than before.

"I like dangerous games," Rain replied as she gently ran her fingers through his hair until she reached the sensitive spot behind his ear. She began to stroke him tenderly there, her touch light as a feather and yet intense enough to tease a reaction out of him. "And I have the feeling that you do too."

Dabi closed his eyes for a moment, unconsciously enjoying the gentle touch before opening them again with a soft sigh. "Rain, you know exactly what you're doing," he said quietly, his gaze now a little softer, but still full of resistance.

"Of course I do," Rain whispered back, her lips approaching his ear as her fingers continued to trace their sensual trail across his skin. "But the question is... will you surrender or fight against it?"

Dabi bit his lip lightly and put his hands on her hips, but it was unclear whether he wanted to push them away or pull them closer to him. "Why should I fight? Maybe I should just surrender to your fire and see how hot it really burns."

Rain laughed softly, the sound deep and full of pleasure. "That would certainly be the wiser decision, but I have the feeling that you are not the type to surrender so easily." Her touch wandered from his ear down to his neck as she continued softly, "Or am I wrong?"

Dabi closed her eyes again as her fingertips brushed his skin, and his breathing became a little heavier. "Maybe you're wrong, maybe you're not," he murmured as he tightened his fingers around her hips. "Maybe I'll just find out how far you're willing to go, Rain."

Twice, who watched the scene wide-eyed, seemed torn between fascination and unease. "Oh, this will end badly... or maybe not... It could get very, very hot..." he muttered to himself, unsure what to make of the situation.

Rain ignored Twice's whispers and concentrated entirely on Dabi. Her voice was a breath as she spoke, "I'm willing to go as far as you allow, Dabi. The question is... How much can you take?"

Dabi opened his eyes again and looked directly at her, while he let out a soft, dark laugh. "You're a beast, Rain. But maybe that's exactly what I need."

"Maybe," she whispered back, her voice now only a breath. "Or maybe... do you need something different." She leaned even closer, her lips almost against his ear, while her fingers playfully massaged his neck. "Maybe... you need a challenge."

Dabi seemed paralyzed for a moment before snapping back with a slight grin: "Challenge accepted." He pulled her a little tighter to him, but it was hard to tell if he was trying to dominate her or surrender to her dominance.

Rain felt the tension in his body, the way he reacted to her every touch, and she knew she had the upper hand. At least for the moment. "We'll see how long you last," she whispered, her voice full of promises and threats at the same time.

Dabi let out a soft growl, a sound that was somewhere between pleasure and frustration. "We will."

Himiko Toga sat quietly in her chair, watching the action with wide, curious eyes. Her lips curled into a slight, almost innocent smile as she watched Rain's every move as if she were taking lessons in seduction. Rain was different from her, but Toga was fascinated by how she played with her power, captivating men and seemingly maintaining total control. It was a style she admired, perhaps even wanted to emulate.

Twice, on the other hand, stood at the edge of the room, nervously stepping from one foot to the other. "This is... that's madness! She's playing with fire, but they're both the fire..." he muttered incoherently to himself, saying his contradictory thoughts out loud, torn between his fascination with what was happening and his concern.

Rain hardly noticed the looks of Toga and Twice, because all their attention was on Dabi. Her fingers slowly slid up from his neck, to his cheek, their touch tender and electrifying at the same time. She leaned even closer to him, her lips just a breath away from his. He could feel her breath, warm and sweet, and the slight tingling on his skin told him how close she really was.

"You know, Dabi," Rain whispered, her voice silky and seductive, "you're so incredibly strong... unpredictable." Her words were a gentle caress for his ego, each word carefully chosen to ensnare him. Her lips occasionally brushed his as she spoke, only a fleeting contact, but enough to arouse his desire.

Dabi felt his breathing accelerate, his control over the situation visibly disappearing. Her closeness, her scent, her voice - everything about her drew him deeper into her spell. "Rain..." he murmured, his voice hoarse with suppressed desire, "you're playing with fire."

"That's exactly my thing," she breathed back as her hand gently wandered back from his cheek to his neck, teasing his skin with her fingertips. "Your quirk is beautiful... these blue flames, this power..." Her lips brushed his again, almost like a kiss, but never long enough to break the spell.

Dabi couldn't help but bend a little closer, his hands tighter around her hips, as if he wanted to pull her to him, finally kiss her. But Rain kept exactly this distance, and let him remain in a sweet agony.

"I know what you want now," she finally whispered, her lips still so close to his that he felt every word she said as a gentle tingling.

Dabi swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on hers, his gaze demanding, his self-control hanging by a thread. "Yes?" he murmured, almost hoarse with suppressed lust.

Rain held the moment in perfect tension before her lips curled into an amused smile. "Yes...", she said with a mischievous pause, "a hot... Cup of tea."

The words hung in the air for a moment before the meaning reached Dabi. He blinked, the tension breaking in a moment when he looked at Rain in amazement. Then he couldn't help but laugh softly, a deep, rough sound coming from his throat. "You little feathered animal," he murmured and let go of her a little, transforming the heat of the moment into a playful lightness.

Rain grinned and gently pulled away from him, slowly rising from his lap, sliding her hand from the back of her neck over his stoner to his chin. "Sometimes it's the unexpected that's the most fun, Dabi."

Twice, who had been watching the scene with wide-open eyes, finally exhaled and shook his head as if he had just woken from a dream. "Tea... she really only wanted tea!" he murmured, his relief almost tangible.

Himiko Toga, however, giggled softly and looked at Rain with a new gleam in his eyes. "Rain-chan, you really are a beast! I have to remember this..." she whispered more to herself than to anyone else, her childlike admiration for Rain clear in every word.

Rain, who noticed the reactions of the two with a satisfied smile, took a step back and gave Dabi a last, playful look. "I hope you didn't expect too much." Her voice was light and playful again, as if nothing had happened.

Dabi, who had slowly collected himself, leaned back and grinned at her while shaking his head. "One day you will really be the end of me."

"Maybe," she replied before turning towards the bar and raising her hand in a sign of reconciliation. "But until then... how about a cup of tea?"

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[bts-0t-7]

Slithered | JJK | Chapter 3

Pair: Mafia Jungkook x F Reader 

Summary: Jungkook was wandering the streets in the middle of the night and coincidentally passed the little flower shop you work at. Due to your odd working hours, you don’t have much socialising on a daily basis much less customers. So just imagine your shock when a handsome man, clad in all black, entered your shop in the ungodly hours of the night. Never would you have thought that the polar opposite of the worlds would collide and cause such a trouble. 

Genre: Fluff, mafia au, soft reader 

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of rape incidents from previous chapters, PTSD

WC: 2405

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Jungkook trudged back to his room. After your incident two days ago, he refused to bathe in his own bathroom. It was bad enough that every morning when he entered, he was reminded of how much later he could have gotten in. Reminding him that if it wasn’t for Yoongi Hyung, you would have already been ashes in an urn by his bedside table. 

He had opened a search to find out your details.

Your address, your family, your friends, everything that they could possibly find. And as he read through the consolidated efforts of his men, there were just too many things that didn’t make sense to him. But he knew better than to ask you now. 

If you woke up, that is. 

Doctor Eun had warned them to not panic if they were to take longer to wake up. He had explained that your body was weak and needed extra time to recover from what you have gone through. But it did not stop any of his Hyungs from barging into his room every day, ensuring that they check up on you. It soon became somewhat of a routine as his Hyungs constantly took turns to visit you every hour. 

He threw his towel on the loveseat, walked over to push back the covers and slid under them. He then carefully adjusted the ruffled covers back over you, ensuring that they covered until your shoulders and still had more fabric as a leeway. 

With a tired sigh, Jungkook smothered his face on his pillow and fell asleep with the blanket only hanging at his waist. 

This was the second time you woke up in the same room. Lightheaded, you tried to get out of the bed. 

“Exactly what do you think you’re doing?” A voice sounded beside you. 

You turned, eyes blown wide as you anticipated the worst. The first thing you see is a head of messy hair, sticking in all directions before you notice the tired-looking eyes boring straight into your soul. The man lifted his arm and wrapped it around your waist, bringing you closer to the heat of his body. 

You acted, throwing a punch directly to his face. 

Bad move. 

The man on your bed - technically not yours but who cares for technicality now - caught it and pinned you down with a flick of his wrist. Burrowing his head in your neck, you saw the strains of his shoulders. He wasn’t completely let go of his weight so…

“Who are you!” You pushed him away, hand going to the bedside table, trying to find anything that could be used as a weapon. The man quickly hopped off the bed, drawing the curtains as you squinted at the sudden attack of light. The room was so dark you could barely see a thing before. It wasn’t until your eyes finally adjusted to the difference did you see the moonlight shining through the sheer curtains, casting a light glow on your frames. 

And it was also then did you realised who your bed partner was. 

Jungkook. 

The over-ecstatic bunny in the morning that refused to let you go. 

Jungkook must have seen the recognition in your eyes as he slowly walked back to the bed, hands in the air in a surrender position. 

"Hey, hey." Jungkook called out. 

You weren't sure how trustworthy the men in this house were. God, you don't even know their names! You curled up in a sitting position at the edge of the bed, almost falling over. When Jungkook sat on the bed, you instinctively scooted backwards, clashing against the bedside table. 

You squeaked in pain, holding your back, forgetting that there was nothing but the cold hard ground awaiting your downfall. Your eyes largened as you felt yourself falling back, hands flailing out, trying to grasp onto something - anything - 

Strong arms wrapped your waist and pulled you forward. Your face smashed against a toned chest as you felt the blankets beneath you being pulled downwards and wrapped around your body. For the next few moments, the only sound in the room was your harsh breathing. It was so silent that you swore Jungkook could hear your heartbeat. 

The both of you stayed in that position for a few minutes - or it could be hours or even just seconds - you didn't know. But you knew that the heat radiating from Jungkook's body was like a blasting furnace and you were warm. And when you are warm, you feel cuddly. And when you feel cuddly, you feel sleepy. Your eyelids grew heavier by the second and you closed them. You knew you shouldn't be so trusting but they have yet to do anything that caused you to feel wrong. Jungkook has yet to do anything that oppresses you. So you closed your eyes and leaned closer to him, cuddling deeper into his warmth and fell asleep. 

That was the last thing you remembered before you woke up again, but this time, in the arms of a toned-ass man.

Jungkook. 

Hell, now that the late morning sun is shining through the curtains, you are able to see what you weren't last night. Jungkook was without a shirt and the full glory of his slim waist and toned abs were fully on show for your innocent eyes to see. Well, you weren't that innocent. But you were still a lady - a woman - and you still had your needs that were obviously taken far too long to satisfy. But you weren't about to go imagining someone you can never get - you weren't about to hurt yourself again. 

You were brought out of your wandering thoughts when the soft snores exiting Jungkook's plush bow-shaped lips reached your ears. A small smile lifted the edges of your lips as you sleepily yawned. Wiggling out of his hold - for God damn he is strong as a bull - proved to be harder than it seems. Jungkook's arms locked you in place and you couldn't seem to get out no matter how hard you tried to prod and push him. 

"Mhmm, noooo." The man cuddling your back whined. "No, it's not time to wake up yet. Stop movingggg."

You didn't. Obviously. 

The hold on your waist only tightened even further. "Stoooppp."

You pushed his hands off of you. "Jungkook, please." You resorted to begging him out. "I need to wee."

Jungkook's eyes shot open, hands immediately leaving you as you took that chance to leap out of bed and bound over to the washroom. 

Jungkook swore he should've heard it wrong. Jungkook swore that he must have heard it wrong. 

Nobody explicitly told you who he is. Nobody had given you enough pointers to let you know that he was the one who saved you in that alley. Not that he needed you to know. But he didn't know - oh, he should've expected it - for you to have been so smart. You figured it out so quickly - who he was. 

Unbelievable.

But he needed to check. To know. To be sure - that what he heard was correct. 

He saw your dishevelled state coming out of the washroom, hands going up to scratch your hair. While he had a massive bedhead, your hair looked like it was shinier after sleep. Oh, how he wished that he could have that sort of blessing too. Then he wouldn't have to take so much time to wash and style his hair every morning. He could just get out of bed and leave. 

Your eyes made contact with his and immediately shot back down to the floor, suddenly feeling anxious. Your hands fiddled with the hem of his shirt as your teeth worried your bottom lip. Jungkook had to physically hold himself back from jumping right onto you. He wanted to take those soft, plump lips and give them a taste. He wanted to make sure they never get sore from you constantly biting them (Jungkook found out one of your habits now). 

Jungkook pulled on his restraint string and blew a deep breath out. He walked over to you, hands going down to grasp yours in his. He turned your hands over in his, admiring the size difference. It wasn't big but it was enough to make him almost coo out loud. 

"Hey now -" Jungkook started before your stomach grumbled. 

The silence in the air was permeating. 

Jungkook snorted, falling to the floor with laughter. By no means was he laughing at you. No, he was laughing at the situation - how your hunger had directly stopped him in the tracks of his confession. If anything, he felt like Jimin Hyung right now. He knew all too well how much he was always stopped in his tracks from doing things he best wished for for the sake of his job. But this was something different. 

Jungkook looked up with teary eyes and spotted your slight pout, making him laugh even harder. As he slowly got up from the floor, he extended out his hand to you. “Come on, let’s go and get something for your ever-hungry system.”

Jungkook did not expect you to actually take his hand, let alone hold it the whole way down. But who was complaining?

Oh, definitely not him. 

He led you to the kitchen and started rummaging through the fridge to find food. Finding a bag of opened buckwheat noodles, cucumber, seaweed flakes, eggs, and canned tuna, Jungkook decided to whip up a mean Memil Guksu (메밀 막국수). Jungkook whipped out Seokjin’s favourite pot and started boiling the water. After mastering the art of flourishing the noodles in the pot, JUngkook left them to boil as he combined all the sauce ingredients - soy sauce, tsuyu sauce, perilla oil, sugar, and roasted sesame seeds with a tablespoon of water. Then he chopped all the ingredients and placed them aside. After ensuring that the noodles are thoroughly cooked, rinsing them under cold water for a few seconds was a necessity. 

Placing them in the bowls, Jungkook topped the noodles off with the sauce, sliced ingredients, and tuna, garnishing them with extra sesame seeds and a handful of seaweed flakes. 

“Tada!” Jungkook placed the big metal bowl in front of you with chopsticks in hand. 

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. Jungkook didn’t wait for anybody before he dug into his meal. 

You had to admire this man’s spirit of trying to uplift you. Anyone could see that he was trying his best. But you didn’t know if you could. You felt… different - dirty. 

You wanted it off but you -

“Hey.” Jungkook’s voice jolted you out of your thoughts. “You okay? Maybe you don’t like the food? Should I have Yoongi Hyung cook instead? Or maybe Jin Hyung? Or maybe you’re allergic to -”

You placed a soft hand on his shoulder. “It’s not you… It’s just…” Your hands fiddled with the hem of the shirt. You weren’t sure if you should be telling him this. He had no obligation to you and you shouldn’t be using him as a free-range therapist too. But you were just so tired of dealing with it yourself. “It’s just… I feel so…”

You didn’t really know how to express it in words. 

Disgusted? Humiliated?

You felt the urge to scratch. 

You weren’t sure how he was going to react when you told him. He saw you and saved you, but everyone can change in the blink of an eye. You aren’t sure how he would react. Would he cast you aside? Leave you for the wolves? 

But on the other hand, why would you care? Why should you care? The both of you aren’t close. He saved you and now you can leave. So why do you feel so hooked?

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

You shook your head. “I want to. I just…”

Words won’t form. 

“Okay… How about you show me instead if there are no right words? Sometimes words can be difficult, right?”

You nodded. 

But how were you going to show him? Strip? 

You hesitated again. How? 

“The feeling - it -”

You tried to look at Jungkook, tried to gain some of his courage to say what you wanted to say. You worried yourself over him not accepting you but all you saw were open eyes. The windows were wide open like he was the one pouring his soul to you. 

“Dirty.” You tucked your head down again. “Humiliated. I feel so… so… nasty… It - I wanted to stop it but I couldn’t! I tried - I tried - I didn’t want to -” You cried out. “I - I -”

Large palms ran up and down your shoulder in a light, soothing manner. 

“Okay, I understand what you’re trying to tell me. I know, I saw.”

You placed yourself in his hold. “I tried but - but… I’m so tired I couldn’t.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything. He just held you, tightly and you were glad for the silent comfort. You didn’t really want words just a steady presence and Jungkook gave you all. You were crying - bawling - you didn’t know. All you knew was that you were finally letting go, sharing this with somebody else. 

You held the burden for long enough and you knew - you just knew - that you trusted him. A deep-rooted type of fear of being left in the dust again sits dormant in the pit of your stomach. But trust, you had - so trust, you believe. 

Your eyelids grew heavy as your breath evened out, you fought the urge to fall asleep again but the comforting soothes were too much for your tired body so you gave in. You swore this was the most you have slept in a really long time. With your schedules, you were grateful enough to even get past four hours of sleep.

Things will definitely take time to go back to how they were before the incident. Maybe you will never be how you used to be. Maybe this scar will never heal. But you knew that you would heal. This would will leave a scar that serves as a battle reminder - that you were strong and will always be strong. So as you let yourself lose in Jungkook’s arms, you knew that you could trust him. You didn’t know what life would throw in your path but you were certain that this man - and you, would stand for each other. 

Trust.

You were certain. 

Trust. 

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Skeletons can't be too thin. (Underlust fanfiction)

(Warning! This fic is about EDs, specifically ana! It also has mentions of body image issues, weight, depression, self-blaming, self-isolating, self-loathing and self destructive behaviours!) word count: 1,800+.

Running.

Lust finally was making his way to his place, having gone on a dusk run. He wore a black crop top, short enough to show his first three rows of ribs. Trimmed in a short, dark teal mesh. With an upside down heart cut out directly in the middle, said heart was also lined with teal.

The shorts he wore, a bright a magenta with a darker shade of purple as the stitches and accents across the waistline, they would be considered skimpy or cut close, but breezy is the word he'd use. 

Gloves were fingerless, same shade as those maroon purple stitches. The backside of the hands had hearts cut out, that was kind of a theme.

The sneakers that were thumbing againest the ground below him, coloured dark teal, laced in that same bright pink. The tongue was black, pulling the whole outfits colour scheme together. 

Of course, he wouldn't leave the house without his shades, rather needed or not. The dark purple frames in the shapes of hearts, with the lenses being rose. They were pushed up his skull, stickers on either side of the arms to keep them in place. 

Despite not having lungs, his breathes laboured. Exhaustion ridden deeply in his bones, sweat that shouldn't be able to exist dripped down his nose, and a smile of forced habit was barely lingering on his face. Eyes were unfocused, only able to navigate his way home via muscle memory. Ironic, for a skeleton.

The street lamps had come on, and dusk was turning to night. Just ahead, just barely ahead, was his apartment. An older place, run by a kind gentleman and his wife. Rent was cheap, but so was the quality. However, a home was a home, a privilege Lust refused to take for granted. 

As his jogging brought him closer, his head felt more so further away. His thoughts clouded by anxieties surrounding his return for the day. Breathe hitching, the monster forced his legs to continue. Leading to a crosswalk, as soon as the light turned green, he'd be able to push past the doors in eyesight, and hit the hay.

Of course, before that, a car sped by. Recent rain water that was once contained on the street, now completely soaking the poor skeleton as he jumped from the splash. He made groan type of sound, arms hanging as he tried shaking it off. He was already cold, and now having gone to freezing! Bones shaking as the crisp wind hit him, and arms crossing.

Humans, by far, held the least amount of courtesy he has ever had the displeasure to experience. 

Sighing, he practically ran once it was supposedly safe to cross, the sudden chance of pace caused a flash of darkness to blind him, but just for a moment, thank Torial.

Finally able to touch the two large oak doors once more, they had vines engraved on their frame. He grabbed the worn golden handle, and pushed forward. The door creaked open to a empty lobby room, save for the elderly woman working the desk, who greeted him with a wave.

He smiled back with a tilt of the skull, and moved towards the stairwell, faint drips of water trailing him. "Back from your run?" Mrs. Carousel asked, to which the monster replied with, "Mhm, it's always nice weather to get out and about, dear." 

The woman didn't seen to notice the fact that he was soaking wet, shivering, fakest smile plastered. Her poor vision was out of shape. So while he found himself feeling a bit guilty for the mess that now decorated the floors, he could atleast walk away without too much embarrassment. 

He grabbed the splintering wooden rail, taking it step by step as he moved towards the third floor. He's heard complaints about the lack of elevators here, and while he's certainly all for accessibility—the extra steps we're doing wonders for himself.

And so finally, he was able to get to his floor, the hallway leading to his flat was dimly lit, with an unfortunate amount of stains regarding the walls.

Dragging himself closer, he dug into the barely noticeable pockets of his to retrieve his key, before entering the place he currently called home.

"...Sigh." He verbalized with little dramatization, his expression uncaring, stepping in as the door was weakly closed behind him. He reached for the light switch, flicking it caused a purple hue to coat the place. It was a two room apartment. The open kitchen was on one wall with only about three feet of counter space, the rest of the room was the living area, not that grand either. It did lead to a balcony, though, and the view wasn't terrible.

The other room was the bathroom, with a shower/tub, a sink connected to the wall, and a tiny toilet. He decorated the flat to his best ability, with niceish furniture, LED light stripes and holographic DVDs that hung from the ceilings. He put up removable wall paper and even got permission to change thre countertops... none the less, it was depressing every time he saw. 

Shivering, he gripped his elbows. Trotting towards the bathroom to put on his pajamas, they were fairly modest compared to his other items in his wardrobe, and most definitely would keep him warmer. 

Throwing his top off, his brittle ribs were reminding of his progress... a progress he really has tried to stop, or atleast ignore for a bit.

Pulling on his sleeping down, it was a spaghetti strap. The bodice was a silky soft mesh, the neckline in a V shape, that at one point hugged his body. Semi-transparent, the torso attached to a train like bottom, the edges coveted in a feathery texture. It was his favourite part of the outfit, that same trim laced the top, as well as the waist.

He also added an extra layer—A simple pair of leggings that no longer fit him. No, not because he was too big for them, but because they were to big on him. So he pulled the drawstring tighter, and tied it into a bow. Before reaching for the scale kept just below the mounted sink...

The Sans had an awaking expression on his face, as he stepped onto the glass object. Watching the numbers rise felt like molasses, even if it only took mere seconds to calculate his current weight. 

Black numbers flashed onto the screen, and silently, he stepped off it. ...he'd lost another pound, already. 

Already, it's been three days, and he lost an entire pound.

To humans, or even animalistic monsters? That would be considered nothing. But, he isn't that, he's a skeletal based monster, they hold weight differently. They don't have muscle, fat, or any sort of skin. Their weight is entirely based off their bones, how dense, thick or thin they are.

He chewed on the bottom part of his jaw, gazing down at his wrist in the low light. His bones were loosing mass, beginning to look like sticks. They looked like he couldn't even hold up a coat, like the slightest gust of wind would knock him down.

Gently, he kicked the scale away with his foot, bones still lightly ratteling with a chill as he exited the bathroom, going to plop himself onto the two person loveseat. 

He barely even sunk in on it, as he brought his knees to his chin and hugged them tightly. His head placed between his knees, for a mintue, he thought.

Looking over, he snatched his lavender throw pillow, and grasped at that instead. He wore a frown, as his eyes felt like they should be spilling tears.

. . .

He knows, okay? He's fully aware he has a problem. He knows mentally sound people don't actively avoid eating, like they physically can't despite the fact that they could. He knows they don't exercise to the point of exhaustion, have a tightly woven routine that feels so disgusting to stop, that they don't obsessively count calories.

And, he knows that nobody should be doing all this, and then fill with dread as they keep getting thinner. That's the problem, he originally was happy getting thinner.

In the underground, monsters who were on the thicker side were desirable, relationships felt better with someone who had meat on their bones. Naturally, Lust was a chubbier skeleton, and he got so much attention for looking like that... The standards on the surface, are so much different.

People seemed flabbergasted to see a chubby skeleton, the stares he got were out of disbelief, not infatuation.

Maybe it was an unconscious thing, influenced by human media, maybe it was a direct choice... but he began to lose his appetite. 

Tempted to eat breakfast but skipping, turned into tempted to skip but having to eat. And exercise by just doing fun, everyday activities, morphed itself into a requirement of his, something unnaturally strict. His mindset, personal perception, self worth, they all tunnel visioned, all on lowering the number on something that didn't even have feelings. It felt like the breathe was taken out of him, watching anxiously as those same numbers decreased.

Then, he looked like a more so 'normal' skeleton... and that turned into a slowly withering monster. At one point, he realized just how... unhappy he was, doing this to himself.

He's unhappy with how weak he feels now, unhappy with the isolation he puts himself through, unhappy with the empty feelings. But he can't stop himself, he can't eat and not feel weighed down by that posion. He can't stop now, he's past his goal and yet he keeps going.

And he's alone. Sniffing, he realized the tears had come. They had a pinkish, purple tint, as they rolled down his cheeks.

He just wants to get better, he wants to stop thinking of food as an enemy. And, he's desperate to see his brother again, but the mere fear of how Papyrus would react to seeing him petrifies the skeleton. It scares him into closing himself off, it stresses him out too much to even think of food, it makes him need to run away and distract himself.

...And then, all that feeds into the original problem. He's trapped, mentally. Honestly, he's living the delusion that he must be the only monster to ever have been stupid enough to do something like this. God, he feels so stupid...

So he hugged the pillow tighter, and made a strained whine into it as he began to sob. 

He's dying, by his own cold hands. 

Struggling to catch his breath, he finds himself being overtaken by the overwhelming tiredness. The complicated feelings he's had today have taken a toll on him, causing him to just be able to... close his eyes, leaning into the warmth of his furniture as he drifted off. Maybe, tomorrow, he would feel better...

But then again, false hope was a habit he carried even into his new life, something so deeply written into his character that it just wasn't an option to think clearly.