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#but like i keep getting freaked out and panicked over guys trying to push a relationship to me?

snowdropluck204 · 1 year

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How The Two of You Sleep - BNHA

PART 1

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki would be the kind of guy that would completely deny any kind of affection until he really got his guard down, meaning, he is totally unconscious when he finally grabs you in a cuddle, one you will never escape! Mwahaha!

~ If only you knew how nervous he was! ~ How he didn't want to hold your hand in case he let off an explosion by accident and hurt you. ~ How he wanted more than anything in the world to hold you close to him but he didn't want you to hear how fast his heart was beating. ~ The two of you were sat studying, until you eventually got tired, already in your pyjamas, you grabbed your boyfriend by the elbow and pulled him into bed. ~ As you begin to fall asleep, Katsuki keeps his distance for a while, you were a bit upset, but felt sure he had his reasons, so you left him, choosing to sleep closest to the edge of his bed. ~ Once Katsuki had finally managed to relax, you could feel his arm wrap around your waist, he seemed to do it subconsciously, he pulled you away from the edge of the mattress and into the safety of his arms.

Izuku Midoriya

I can picture Izuku wanting to be as close to you as possible, but would be way to nervous to be able to do so! I definitely think you would be the one to initiate any affection, that includes while you're both sleeping.

~ 'What do I do!?' Izuku thought to himself, as the two of you were lying in bed, him still wide awake and panicking, you slowly drifting off. ~ 'They're really close! Do I try and bring them closer? Would they get upset and push me away? What if I give them space and they get mad and break up with me!? Think I don't want them! What the f-' ~ Izuku's brain rant was interrupted by the person in question. ~ You had gotten even closer, he could vaguely smell your hair, it was lovely! N-not that he was being creepy on purpose!!! ~ Not only had you gotten closer, you had cuddled up into his chest, your arms around his waist, soft puffs of air leaving your open lips. ~ Izuku's panic went away quickly, the warmth of your body calming him down, almost instantly.

Shoto Todoroki

Once again, I feel like Shoto would be super nervous about sleeping with you, even if the both of you know, it was JUST sleeping, but the thought of being so close to you, when the two of you had barely gone further than a peck on the cheek and holding hands, was making him a bit anxious…

~ Picture this: Shoto lying stock still in bed, wearing more clothes than usual, so as not to freak you out (I feel like because of his quirk, he would sleep shirtless, boy runs hot!), as you lie virtually on top of the poor thing, moving your head on his chest to either sit on his hot or cold side. ~Shoto would be the best to sleep next to during any season, he could tell when you were too warm or too cold and would adjust his body temperature to make sure you were comfortable. ~ It would take him a while to get used to the feeling of you being SO close to him, he could feel your breath against the skin of his neck and was sure you could hear his intense heartbeat. ~ But once he did get accustomed, he would gladly accept any affection you can give him, poor touch-starved baby, he would hold you as tightly as he can without waking you. Bonus! Shoto would wake up first every morning, making sure not to move you until you had gotten to sleep in, at least a little while, he would wake you up with little kisses all over your face, changing his temperature, tickling you with chilly smooches!

Eijiro Kirishima

Big Man Eijiro! Biggest cuddle bunny, he would definitely scoop you up and cuddle you, just because he wanted to! But he would also take 'No' for an answer, if you wanna be alone, he would leave you alone! Consent is super manly!

~ Eijiro could see you were feeling down, he wanted to make you feel better in any way he could! ~ "Babe!" He called, causing you to turn your head and gaze those sad eyes up at him. He walked over to you and picked you up, bridal style of course, most manly way of carrying his precious cargo. ~ "Let's go take a nap, been missing ya!" ~ With that, he takes you to whoever's dorm room is closest. ~ Eijiro sits on the bed and keeps you in his lap, his strong arms keeping you as close to him as possible. ~ Every time you try and lift your head, to protest or question, he gently places his big hand on the crown of your head and moves you back to snuggling up against his shoulder. ~ Eventually you got to sleep, your hands softly gripping onto your boyfriend's shirt. ~ Smiling at your peaceful expression, Eijiro settled down to sleep with you, making sure not to jostle you too much.

Denki Kaminari

No shame! Absolutely none! He will pull you away from conversations, hang up on your parents when they call to check in and get in the way of your studying until you're forced to nap with him! It's his right as the boyfriend!

~ "Baaaaaby!" ~ You could hear Denki calling you, sighing with a smile and already closing your Heroic History textbook. ~ You got up from your desk, making a nest of pillows so you could at least be comfortable when you were tackled. ~ Speaking of which, your boyfriend has found you… ~ Denki had opened the door to your dorm room, "You ready for this?" He asked with a smirk, trying to be flirty, wound up looking like the most adorable dork ever. ~ Rolling your eyes with a grin, you raised your arms, ready for the hug you would be receiving whether you liked it or not! ~ "YAY!" Denki shouted, before tackling you onto the bed, nuzzling your neck and trying to get as close to you as was physically possible, he was on top of you, your legs tangled with his, as the two of you settled into a nap.

Bonus! I can picture Denki getting either too comfortable, or too excited around you, especially when sleeping, that he would get a bit sparky. Tiny shocks have woken you up before, but you couldn't get mad when your boyfriend looked like he was practically purring!

Hitoshi Shinsou

Tired boy! Needs cuddles! Sort of like a mixture of Denki and Eijiro, he would steal you away for secret naps, especially after Aizawa's training sessions. You were going to nap with him, dead or alive… Sorry, too dark?

~ Hitoshi was getting more and more frustrated, upset that he wasn't able to find you and he'd looked everywhere! ~ He'd bothered your friends, your family, but seemingly didn't search the obvious place, the place you met up, literally everyday. ~ His dorm room… ~ "There you are." He was always a bit blunt when it came to the end of the day, he was way too tired for formalities, but he still greeted you with a light kiss and you guys chatted for a while, before he made his move. ~ He shifted you into his arms, happy with the way you were settled in his lap, against his chest, he was against the mountain of pillows and blankets on his bed. (You can't tell me he wouldn't have the comfiest room, other than Aizawa…) ~ He would get comfortable and be asleep in minutes, this was the moment you had been waiting for. ~ Hitoshi would never let you touch his hair, even though he loved it, it seemed too intimate to him, at least whilst he was awake, he was happy to let you do it when he was unconscious. ~ And you did, happily running your fingers through purple candy floss strands!

#bnha #bnha headcannons #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #denki kaminari x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #cute #fluff #romance #sleep comfort #fanfiction #love #headcannon

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leclerced · 3 months

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lando accidentally sending nudes to his bsf. he doesn’t realise he sent it to her instead of the girl he’s seeing her (he’s only going out with her because he can’t have his bsf). when he doesn’t even know what he did until she comes up to her later saying that “she wanted to send one back but she didn’t know if it was meant for her or not”

i’m cackling ive sent accidental nudes before and gotten that EXACT response from a guy before 😭😭

lando would soo get a notification from her right after and he sees it and expects it to be her just snapping him but it’s her asking if it was meant for her. doesn’t open it because he’s mid jerk off and naps after he finishes, disappointed bc girl never snapped him back. hours later he wakes up and remembers she messaged him so goes to their chat and sees question and can’t remember what he sent. looks at the time stamp and then swipes out of the chat to see if he saved any pics at that time n the only thing is the nude he sent the girl and he goes back to his chats and realizes the girl was left on read and he opens the chat with his best friend and realizes what he did.

he’s immediately panicking bc he sent his best friend an unsolicited nude and he’s always prided himself on not being a weird guy friend or trying not to be obvious about how in love he is. he’s heard girls complain that their guy friends always make moves so he doesn’t make moves on girl’s he’s friends with. he types out a few different responses from “sorry, meant for someone else” to “sorry, i can’t remember what i sent” but none of them feel right. he ends up messaging back and sends a really long message like, “i’m so sorry i really hope this doesn’t damage our friendship you mean a lot to me and i never want to make you uncomfortable, that wasn’t meant for you i just misclicked, i’m so sorry.” and she gets the notification and is kind of upset because she wanted it to be for her and she’s like “haha don’t be sorry, just glad i asked and didn’t send something back” and she means it as a joke to cool the tension so he doesn’t feel bad. he sees it and is overwhelmed immediately bc… she would have sent something back if it was for her? what?

he definitely stares at his phone in shock long enough that she sees she’s been left on read and starts thinking she needs to apologize, until she finally gets a message and he asks what she would have sent. she doesn’t even know how to respond to that because she hadn’t thought about it so she says “idk i was waiting for you to tell me if it was for me or not before i started going through my lingerie drawer”

lando’s freaking out even more when he sees that message and i can see him typing out multiple responses again, asking what color lingerie has, what styles, if she’ll send it now, but he ends up joking, “i can send another if you need help figuring it out.” he hopes it’s not too much, and she surprises him by responding, “actually i think i might need some in person help, know anyone?”

she thinks she pushed too far because she gets left on read again, but within ten minutes there’s a knock on her door and lando’s out of breath because he ran up the stairs when the elevator took too long to make it to the ground floor, and gasps out, “so, i heard you needed help with something?” she giggles and pulls him inside and fetches him some ice water. as he gulps it down, she teases him for rushing and says she thought she messed up bc he didn’t text back and he apologizes for that and is like, “i didn’t get the wrong message, right? you wanted me to come over?”

they hook up and afterwards he’s just thinking about how he’s in love with her and doesn’t want to tell her like this especially if she just saw his dick and wanted to give it a try, so he doesn’t say anything for awhile and they keep hooking up and are so much touchier with each other in general. one day he’s leaving and gives her a little peck, and it totally sets him off because hooking up and cuddling afterwards is one thing but the kiss goodbye feels so domestic. he’s kicking himself bc he’s convinced himself she just wants sex and he thinks the little peck is too coupley for friends with benefits. next time he sees her he apologizes for it and she tells him it’s fine, “lan, we fuck like three times a week you can kiss me goodbye.” and it’s little things like that. he starts giving her more kisses when he arrives to hang out and kisses goodbye, and they cuddle when they watch movies together. play footsie when they go out for dinner. pretty much dating without any labels. both think the other doesn’t want more. and eventually someone asks if they’ve been secretly dating and they look to each other and are like, “uh i mean… are we?” “yeah i guess we are. yeah. we’re going home together right?” “yeah, coming to mine tonight, you left your-“ “yeah yeah they don’t need to know that.”

#ask #anon #ln4

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lacedinweb22 · 4 months

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Beginnings of Someone Else ⋆｡𖦹 Vampire Next Door ♱✮♱ Miguel O'Hara x reader (Ch.9) prev part

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Miguel sleeps beside you, facing you. His breathing is soft, warm on your skin. You never imagined you’d be this close to him.

You savor it

… until you feel the pressure on your bladder.

You slowly pull the blankets off of you and head to the bathroom on your tiptoes.

After you flush, you see a drop of crimson beside the toilet. You crouch down, investigating.

There’s a bigger puddle in the corner, at the base of the bathtub.

It’s… blood. Has to be. Dark, dried up blood.

You rush to his bedroom, then softly tap his shoulder.

“Mig, Miguel,” you whisper.

He wakes up, “What? What’s wrong?” He stands up suddenly, looking around, the tinge of crimson in his eyes brighter, canines sharper, moving perfectly fast enough to go unnoticed.

“Jesus, calm down! It’s just a– in the bathroom, there’s… on the floor… it looks like–”

“What? What looks like what?” He’s panicked, trying to read your face.

You pull him out of his room, and push him down the hall and to the bathroom.

You point at the bathroom floor.

“There. Mig, what the fuck is that?”

“Oh. Oh. That’s– I cut myself shaving.”

He’s lying.

“What? Mig. You shave on the toilet?”

“I was in a rush for work a few days ago, and I uhh shaved in the shower, then I cut myself, you know, started bleeding, and got out. It’s just a little blood, Y/N,” he shrugs, nonchalantly.

He crouches down to grab disinfectant spray from the cabinet under the sink. You watch him clean the puddle of blood. You aren’t buying it. It freaks you out.

You start to think about the nightmares, the screams; maybe they were a warning, and maybe the nightmares were real. Maybe Miguel isn’t the person he was in university. Maybe he’s a serial killer, or a druglord, I mean he’s rich. Maybe he’s just a man, a cold-hearted man who's fooled you into thinking differently. Maybe you were right to lose trust in everything and everyone you’ve ever known. Maybe you should’ve left this dream in the past, along with everything else.

Your heart is in your stomach, but you don’t want him to see that, so you mutter, “Think I’m gonna get going.”

He turns up at you from his cleaning, and looks at you confusedly, “What? I was gonna make us breakfast.”

He stands up slowly, now towering over you, and the naivety that’s been blinding you is lifted; you now see him as the threatening, huge, manly guy you should have seen him as this whole time. How could you trust him? After everything…

“No, it’s fine, Miguel. I agreed to get coffee with a friend, and umm I also gotta check up on the maintenance work. I have a super busy day, so umm I’ll be heading out.”

He looks at you, head tilted, eyebrows scrunched, “Okay… okay. I’ll catch you later then.”

You leave his apartment, and lock your door.

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Ash’s jaw drops.

“Y/N, you know what this means, right? He’s a serial killer,”

You scoff but there’s truth in her words.

“Or even worse,

he’s sleeping with someone,” she says before sipping her coffee.

“I hate you. I really do. This is serious.”

“And I’m being serious! Blood? Could be intense BDSM. That or he’s a serial killer,” she shrugs, lightly.

“God, Ash, so helpful. Those are two completely different possibilities. How am I supposed to figure out which one he is? No, no, he told me he wasn’t sleeping with anyone. I have to trust at least that.”

“Y/N. Blood. You still trust that man? I mean, the noises at night, a puddle of blood on his bathroom floor. Sex addict or serial killer. You choose.”

“Enough with the sex. God, it makes me ill to think he could be sleeping with someone, right there in front of me. Even worse, he could be killing right in front of me, and I’ve been too oblivious to even notice.”

“I wouldn’t blame myself. You read too much into everything. It’s not your job to investigate him, or play detective. I would just keep my distance.”

“But he’s not just my neighbor. He’s… he’s Miguel. You remember back then, how much–”

“God, yes. How could I forget? I remember how heartbroken you were when Kat Nilson walked with him after class, or when he didn’t write anything on your midterm paper. I know what he meant to you, or what he means to you. I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N. This is a man, and right now, we don’t know if he’s a serial slut or a serial killer, so I think you should keep your distance.”

You sigh. Your stomach hurts. Maybe the blood on your fire escape and the blood in his bathroom were just the beginnings of a monster, one with a double life, someone else.

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✧❅ Next chapter here

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krav3nn · 11 months

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─── ⋆⋅☆ALL MINE ☆⋅⋆ ────

FINALLY DOING A BILL KAULITZ SMUT!! This one’s going to be written with she/her pronouns but if any he/him or they/them want me to write something for them then just reach out!!!

WARNINGS: Slight harassment (Not from bill), cursing, sex obv, hair pulling, rough, slight slapping(he slaps your ass a few times), jealous and possessive Bill 😻, aftercare

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Orange: bill speaking

Pink: you speaking

Red: creep speaking 🖕

Tokio Hotel had just finished a concert, you, Bills girlfriend was in the croud of fans and watched your singing boyfriend. You obviously got a front standing row, as Bill insisted. You watched Bill turn his head to silently communicate for you to head back stage. Bill was always clingy after concerts, you loved that about him. Doing as requested, you pushed pasted the mob of fan girls and boys and finally made it backstage, as soon as you opened the door to bills dressing room he was all over you. In the split second it took you to open the door, you were already in his arms as he gave the special “after concert hug”. “Fuck baby I missed you” uttered bill, his chin resting on top of your head as your head nuzzled into his chest. Sighing in content and chuckling, you answered, “it was only for an hour and a half billy, how could you have missed me that much.” He chuckled with you, “meine liebe, I’ll always miss you when your not around me. AH! That reminds me, me and the boys were planing on heading to the bar in a few” Bill continued, “would you like to come?” Bill said, finally letting go of you and giving you puppy dog eyes. You giggled and grabbed his face to give him a sweat kiss. “Of course baby, wouldn’t wanna deprive you of any more of my affection.” He jumped up and down and clapped in excitement. “Okay! Let’s meet up with the band and we’ll head over!

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YOUR POV

You and the band arived at the bar and bill orders your drink as you go to talk to the other members. On your way there you bump into a guy, he looked intoxicated. “Hey there baby doll” the relatively older man slurred at you. “Er…hello..” you said quite nervously and looked back to see if you could get any help from your boyfriend but he was busy talking with Tom. “Shit what do I do..” you thought. “You..” the stranger paused and looked you up and down suductivly. “..you look fuckin hot” he smiled and started undressing you with his eyes “ah thanks..I. I have to get back to my boyfrie-“ you were cut off by the man grabbing your arm, making you gasp and wince at the sudden contact. “Boyfriend eh.. I could take better care of you doll” he said pulling you towards him but before he would get the chance to touch you further someone came up behind you and pulled you away. “What. The. Actual. FUCK. is your problem. Don’t ever touch my girlfriend again.” Bill said as he jabbed his finger into the man’s chest. The man stayed silent and backed away, looking nervous. Bill quickly turned to face you and grabbed your face with his hands. They were shaking with rage. “Baby…y/n..fuck I’m so sorry I should have stayed with you.” He went from raging to soft in a split second. “Billy, it’s not your fault, I’m okay, don’t worry. You smiled at him reassuringly “okay but we’re leaving now.” Bill softly grabbed your hand and led you out the bar and into his car to drive home

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BILLS POV (idk why the text got bigger for this part lol sorry)

I lead y/n into the bar with our arms interlocked but that quickly broke apart as I went to order her drink and she went to look for the rest of the crew. A few moments later Tom came up to me and we started talking about the concert and telling each other how great the other did. Suddenly I miss y/n again. I look over and see a man talking to her but it doesn’t look like a friendly conversation. She looks uncomfortable and he looks like a drunk sicko. I start walking over to her when he grabs her arm and try’s to pull her to him. She suddenly looks panicked and winces. DID THIS BASTARD HURT HER??! Suddenly my mind goes blank and I speed up, pushing my way through the people and I finally make it to her and.. that creep. I push him back harshly and push her behind me. I tried my best to keep myself composed as I pushed my finger into his chest harshly and said “what.the.actual.FUCK. Is your problem. Don’t ever touch my girlfriend again” he backed off and looked like a kicked puppy. Ironic. I turn to her, MOST of the rage leaving my body at the sight of her “Baby…y/n..fuck I’m so sorry I should have stayed with you” I said. I feel so guilty. I shouldn’t have let her out of my sight. I don’t know what I would do if she got hurt or that sick freak tried to do something to her. She comforted me to a degree and said she was okay. Thank god. But since I guess people don’t get the god damn memo that she’s MINE…I guess I’ll have to show them.

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Once me and bill got home, he grabbed my face with his hands and looked down at me with lust filled eyes. I looked up at him softly and smiled softly. He groaned and kissed me harshly. I moaned in surprise but kissed back. After a minute of making out he taped my thigh silently telling me to jump. I did as I was told and wrapped my legs around his waist. We continued kissing as he walked us to the bedroom and layed me down on the bed. His lips not once leaving mine. I gasped for air and moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him twards me so his clothed dick came in contact with my clothed pussy. He groaned and grabbed my face, “tell me what you want Prinzessin (princess)” he looked down at me teasingly. “Hhm I want…I want you” you squeaked “uh uh baby, you want my what?” He said smirking. Bastard. “I want….I want your cock billy” bill groaned loudly and kissed me. “Good girl..such a good girl..MY good girl. Only MINE” he growled as he started taking my shirt and bra off. He unsnapped my bra and took it off. “Hmmm your so pretty baby. Only I get to see you like this. Fuckkk” he said groaning and sucking air through his teeth. As he leaned down and kissed down my body, reaching the waistband of my bottoms. “Bill…baby..please” I wined pathetically “please what baby” he said kissing my stomach. “Please bill..please fuck me..please I need you so bad.” I moaned out, grinding my hips up, trying to get any sort of friction. “As you wish schönes Mädchen (babygirl)” bill said, as he pulled down your bottoms and panties. When he slipped off your panties, he put them in the pocket of his jeans and winked. You swear you could’ve died on the spot but all the thoughts in your head were gone and replaced with just BILL as his tounge made contact with your pussy. “Hmm so wet for me, and only me baby. Isn’t that right.” Bill said as he spead up his movements. You hovever couldn’t answer, the only things that left your mouth were moans and bills name. “Ugn bill…please please bill ugnn billl” you said as you twitched and your legs started shaking with your upcoming orgasm. “Go on baby..cum for me..only me” his words were enough as you jolted and grabbed his hair and pulled it. Bill let out a quiet, “ah fuckkk” with a moan as he couldn’t hold back any more. He flipped you on your stomach so you were on your hands and knees on the bed with him behind you. As you heard his belt come undone, he taped your thigh and said, “you okay baby, you ready” to which you shaked your head in agreement. “Words, sweet baby” bill said. “Yes billy I’m ready, please fuck me” you said with a moan as he pushed into you slowly. “Fuck! Baby your so fuckin tight. Only I get to feel this pretty pussy huh? Yeah. Yeah I fucking do.” Bill said, throwing his head back and groaning as you moaned loudly and shook your head. he continued to thrust into you at a fast pace. He slapped your ass softly and fondled it. “This is my perfect ass, huh baby” bill said, totally anamored with the ripples your ass made everytime he slapped it or thrusted into you. Because of that, his thrust speed up and he slapped your ass harder then the last. “Fuck your so perfect, you belong to me and only me” he said pulling your hair back so he could mark your neck. “Bill, ugn your so good, so big please…mmh I’m so close.” You said reaching back to grab his hair behind you. “Fuck y/n me too” he replied as his thrusts became sloppily and he moaned loudly and reached his hand down to rub your puffy clit. You moaned a pornagraphic moan at his movements as you both came together.

After calming down, he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. Setting you down on the counter, he started the shower. He walked back over to you and hugged you tightly and kissed wherever he could reach on your body. “I love you so much y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you” he smiled up at you and rubbed your face softly. You leaned into his hand, “I love you to baby, you make me so happy” he smiled brightly at this and took your hand and you guys showered together and he washed your hair. :3 then he put you in his boxers and his shirt and you guys cuddled. Then went to bed.

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Okay!!! Thats it! Please send requests and I’d be happy to do them but now I’m going to go and die now bc it’s 2 in the morning and my arms are literally dead 🔥

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x reader smut #tokio hotel

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yawnjzznn · 7 months

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i like you; c. yj

pairing: yeonjun x reader (high school au)

summary: your relationship with yeonjun has stayed in the friend zone for years. you both have gone through many relationships to try and forget about the other, timing never doing you guys any justice. things only start to stir when you ask his enemy to date you for show.

wc: 4.1k

note: might make a part 2 smut

warnings: angst(?), argument, comfort ending, not proof read

the suns shining way too bright for it to be considered a good day today. you squint as you walk to school, clutching on your strap bag weighing down on your shoulders.

you’re walking alone today, and maybe it’s because you chose a gloomy playlist or maybe because your eyeliner today didn’t turn out good— you feel lonely.

or maybe it’s because you weren’t sitting in the passenger seat of yeonjun’s car, singing along to whatever song he had on queue.

yeah, maybe it was that.

or maybe it was because he had got into another relationship— abandoning you again.

but you know he’d come back to you— that’s how it always was. his relationship would last a month, maybe two at best, and then something wouldn’t work out and he’d come right back.

that was the same case for you, and he’d always be there waiting.

but it was getting tiring, waiting for him all the time.

his relationship with Shin Seulbi seems to be going well, because it’s been a little over two months since she’s asked him out.

it’s annoying to walk past him, annoying that you guys keep falling out and caving back in.

you’ve known him for so long. you were 10 when you met him and now you both were on the last year of highschool, finally making it to 18.

there seems to be a string connecting you guys because no matter what happens, no matter how big of an argument or relationship— it would always end with a text from either you or him, asking to hang out as if nothing happened.

anyway, you finally reach school, grumpy as you walk up the stairs, heading straight to your classroom that is until you bump into your friends, yunjin and winter.

they’re looking at you, looking a little panicked as they rush you down the stairs, back to where you’d just come from.

“what’s up?” you frown, staring at the two, confused and dazed.

your friends eye each other quietly, a worried expression painting their faces before yunjin decides to speak up, “nothing. the hallway is just so crowded we got pushed around.”

“okay?.. that’s fine.” you laugh, a bit dumbfounded. you can sense it’s a little further— maybe even more personal than what they’re making it out as. and you’re curious to see what they’re trying to protect you from.

you walk up the stairs, ignoring their cries behind you. what could be that bad that they were going out of their way to shield you from?..

maybe you should’ve listened.

maybe you should’ve let them distract you.

because as you enter your floor, a sight immediately catches your attention. yeonjun.

he’s not with Seulbi, matter of fact he’s propped himself up against a wall— surrounded by a group of girls that were quite literally swooning over him.

you frown before turning your head behind to where your friends awkwardly stood at.

“what the hells going on?” you asked, feeling uncomfortable and suddenly extremely hot.

“he broke up with Seulbi and now he’s looking for another girlfriend..” winter mumbled, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

you feel as if your world just crumbled, as if the walls are caving in on you but for your own pride and dignity, you force a smile as wide as you can, letting out an airy laugh, “it’s fine! you guys shouldn’t be freaking out like that. obviously it’s fucked that he’s talking to those girls but i’m getting tired of him anyway.”

they don’t seem to believe you with the way they’re staring, but for your comfort they just smile— the same way you are.

“we were worried.. cus those girls fucked you over last time.” yunjin mumbled, scratching her head, a hesitant tone lacing her words.

“fuck them.” you roll your eyes, “i’ll just go talk to baek kyon. see how he likes that.”

they both gasp, eyes blown wide.

“really?.. are you sure?.. i mean— like him? out of all people?.. don’t you remember they almost got into a fist fight?..” yunjin slapped her hand over her mouth, baffled.

“it’s fine.” you’re so excited at the idea already. you walk further into the hallway, yunjin and winter beside you, talking about how evil your plan was.

and when you walk past him, your eyes lock for a second. the shortest second.

he holds the same expression he’s had for the past few minutes, while you stare blankly.

the way you both just go by makes it seem like you had never known each other— and it’s weird to feel like this because he’s always bounced back to you.

however, you’re more angry than sad so it’s easy to walk up to baek kyon who’s sitting in the back of the classroom, talking to his friends.

“can i talk to you?” you ask, folding your arms and tilting your head.

he stares at you, puzzled. everybody knows your best friends with yeonjun. besides the whole relationship part you guys are— no, were inseparable.

out of curiosity, he smirks, then sits up, “go ahead.”

his friends are eyeing you like crazy— maybe even more shocked than baek kyon is.

“alone.” you said.

he raises his eyebrows, looks at his friends who sends teasing nods, then looks back at you, “fine.”

he lets you lead him to the janitors closet on this floor, staring at you eagerly and curiously.

you decide on going straight to the point: “can you date me? like fake date me?” your voice is confident and stern, but on the inside you’re freaking out. if this doesn’t work, and it gets out— it’d be the most humiliating experience in your whole entire lifetime.

“what?”

“you hate yeonjun right? he’s always doing better than you, always gets higher grades and better at sports? don’t you wanna finally get back at him?” you persuade, leaning against the cupboards, folding your arms.

your heart is thumping out of your chest at the thrill of this horrible spontaneous plan.

“i am better than him!” he huffs, frowning, “and i’ll beat him soon.”

you force out a laugh, “you know grades and all of that doesn’t matter to him right? he doesn’t care about you. he won’t care if you beat him. but he’ll care if you date me. that’s the best way you can bother him. maybe more than he’s ever bothered you.” you’re so convincing even you’re starting to believe yeonjun will be upset at this.

but honestly, you don’t know if he even cares about you that way.

you’re not even sure of his feelings.

baek kyon rolls his eyes, groaning when the bell rings— indicating class has started and you both were late.

“well if we walk in late together it’s already gonna be problematic so might as well..”

you don’t show it but you’re so relived, letting out a breath you never knew you were holding. you can’t help but smile to yourself, finally feeling less tense.

“great! there’s no limits for me. if you want to hold my hand or kiss me it’s fine with me.” you mumble while opening the door to the closet, leaving with him trailing behind you.

“yeah, there’s no limits for me too.” he nods, “but i really hate you, so please don’t try and talk to me. just hang around me and look pretty.”

“i hate you too.” you spit out and open the door to your classroom.

the whole class turns their head at you, unfazed until baek kyon walks into class, walking by you— then sending you a playful wink for the class to see.

you can hear yunjin’s gasp and can’t help but mentally giggle at yourself.

“.. what just happened?” winter whispered to herself, as shocked as everyone else was.

everybody and their mothers knew about the beef between baek kyon and yeonjun— and they knew of you and yeonjun. so seeing you walk in late with baek kyon might’ve been quite the shocker..

the teacher herself is a bit stunned, staring at you with wide eyes, “you both are late..”

“sorry.. i was in the washroom.” you giggle sheepishly as you walk to your seat.

“and you?” she turns her attention to him.

“i was also in the washroom. sorry.” his excuse holds no real truth and he makes it a point to say it without care.

“.. don’t let it happen again.”

you turn your head to look at him to find him already staring at you with the most mischievous grin ever. he then cups his hands over his mouth so that only you can see what he’s mouthing: “choi. yeonjun.”

you blink, accidentally letting your eyes trail over to where yeonjun sat— and he’s staring at you, hard.

he’s leaned back on his seat per usual, a folded leg kicked over the other— hands shoved in his pockets. his eyes are half lidded, an annoyed but fuming expression obvious on his face.

you lock eye contact— again. he chuckles to himself— like some weird maniac. you can see his tongue poking at his cheek, and you know he only does that when he’s angry.

you feel content and stare back at baek kyon, mirroring his smile.

“what the fuck was that?” yunjin who sits infront of you turned around, shocked but a smile compliments her face.

you giggle, “the love of my life.” you hope yeonjun overhears you since he doesn’t sit so far away.

she raises her eyebrows before turning back around, giggling to herself.

the class ends pretty quickly, and finally break is here. everyone scrambles around— leaving the classroom, moving to their friends..

while you walk over to baek kyon, a mischievous giggle leaving your lips when he shoos his seat partner away so that you can sit by him.

his friends surround you both, asking millions of questions— spinning your head.

“guys stop. you’re giving her a headache.” baek kyon cooed jokingly, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them.

your eyes twitches in genuine annoyance, making him laugh but he doesn’t stop touching your face.

“oh my gosh this is evil and gross. i’m out of here.” one of his friends say and the others agree, walking out of the classroom all together.

he finally lets go of your face, and you watch as his eyes move over to where you recognize. he doesn’t look away from yeonjun as he leans closer to you, whispering by your ear, “laugh.”

you do what he said and giggle, slapping his shoulder teasingly.

this was humbling, but if it’d get yeonjun’s attention you’d do it any day. you enjoyed the glares he sent throughout the class. sure you were “dating” his rival and maybe that was why he was mad but the small chance of him being jealous has you desperate.

baek kyon’s arm stretches to your chair, leaning his arm on it while he started to talk about the most stupidest things in a quiet tone.

you nod along, gasp, and smile at some of his pointless words.

eventually, you get caught up with what he’s saying— forgetting to react in an exaggerated way.

he’s forgotten about it too, judging by the way he’s explaining it to you now— voice no longer timid to stay mysterious.

“and the guy almost bumped into me!” he scoffs, his arms flying around to keep up with his words.

“actually?” you can’t help but let out a genuine laugh at his reaction to his story.

break ends right after, and class just zoomed by today— unlike yesterday, when 7 hours felt like 7 months.

as you’re walking downstairs to go home, you come across yeonjun, again.

this time he’s alone, not surrounded by girls.

this time he’s looking at you— just you.

you avert your eyes away, picking up the pace, almost jogging at this rate outside of school.

you’re not sure if he’s behind you, or if he’s still in that same spot— but now you feel much more comfortable in the open.

much to your dismay, you’re stopped dead in your tracks when a hand grips your shoulder, pulling you back.

couldn’t he wait until you had at least left the school gates?

with a huff, you turn around, shrugging his hand off.

yeonjun who always held a carefree look to his face was now the opposite, bothered and rough.

“yes?..” you mumble, awkward.

your heart is leaping through miles, eyes scrambling to find a view to set your vision.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

he’s so clearly annoyed with that tone lingering in his words. he’s got a frown on his pretty face and a mean look in his eyes.

“what? i’m going home,” you let out a sarcastic laugh.

“are you dumb? you know what i’m talking about.”

“yeah i do. but it’s really not your business.”

you gaze at him through your lashes, feeling a odd sense of satisfaction at his bothered expression and faltered confidence.

“can you stop slutting around for once? can’t you stay single for one fucking day?”

your satisfaction died faster than it had came— and now all you felt was anger.

“me? slutting around? for real?” you laugh, though your hands are fisted into balls and you feel your face getting warm from the overwhelming rage.

“why? is that too far fetched for you?” he raises his eyebrows, a mockish and cocky smirk painting his sun kissed face.

he’s back to his confident self again, and you’re sure it’s because you’re giving him what he wants by showing your emotions.

so you sigh, trying to look as care free as you possibly can, “think what you want.”

you turn your back on him once again— and this time he lets you leave the gates.

you hope he’ll grab you again— hope he’ll say something that’ll change the situation.

but instead you hear his voice behind you, and another girls.

he’s already talking to somebody else and not even ten seconds had passed since you had walked away.

maybe this time it was different.

maybe it really was over for you two.

—

a month has passed since you last talked to your best friend, choi yeonjun.

in present time you surround yourself with new people, baek kyon and his friends.

it’s much easier this way for you, to be around someone you don’t truly care about. no one in this group you’re sitting with can harm you because you think little of them.

however that comes with a hefty price, to not get hurt meant to not have genuine fun.

your eyes occasionally drift over to yeonjun who seems to be doing much better than you are.

he’s comfortable on his seat, laughing to whatever beomgyu just said.

“don’t look over.” baek kyon mumbles, his hand grabbing your chin, tilting your head back to him.

“look at me. don’t look at him.”

it’s getting exhausting now. the way he’s always ordering you to not look at yeonjun.

you deadpan and pull your head away, scoffing, “i’ve told you not to cross the line.”

you make it so that only he can hear what you’re saying, but with the rolling of your eyes and grimace on your face no one needs to hear anything to know you’re upset.

“yeah well you’ve also told me he’d care if i dated you. he doesn’t.”

“then we should stop whatever this is.”

“if you want to then go ahead. i’m just worried you’ll have nobody once you leave me.”

you turn to look at him, dumbfounded.

“do you like me, baek kyon?”

you catch the crack in his mask once your words reach him. he’s taken aback, a little displeased, hurt, all of that for a second before he goes back to his normal, unfazed, self.

“are you crazy?”

“no right? so stop acting like you do. it’s weird.” you shake your head in disapproval.

“whatever.”

the class ticks by and finally break has come. unlike yesterday and the many days before, you decide to leave the classroom and take a breather.

you’re in the washroom downstairs, the one nobody uses because of a rumour of some ghost haunting it’s walls.

you’re sat on the sink, hugging your legs, phone in one hand and lipstick in the other.

you’re a little too busy ranting to your online friend you don’t realize the intense presence of yeonjun until he calls your name.

you avert your eyes up to look at yeonjun who’s presently propped himself up against the wall by a stall. he’s staring at you as if youre a new colour he’s never seen.

such an odd and unreadable expression contours his face, making you frown.

“yes?” your voice is shaky, uneasy and untrusting.

“having fun with your boyfriend?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, folding his arms.

“he’s not my boyfriend.” you mumble, averting your eyes back to your phone.

“yeah i guessed so. a little birdie told me something interesting about you two.”

your stomach sinks to the floor. immediately you can feel the blood rush to your head in embarrassment to what you’re assuming this is about.

even if you do try and keep your composure, your red cheeks and splitting eyes is easily read by yeonjun who grows more confident than he already was.

“so it is true?” he raises his eyebrows and drops his hands to his sides, taking a step closer, another step, until he’s infront of you, leaning against the sink.

“who told you?”

“honestly a wild guess.” he shrugs ever so casually.

“yeah well i actually fell for him.” you try and look shy about it, act all innocent and truthful.

“oh really? ‘s that why you’re here instead of rubbing yourself all over him?”

“what a girl can’t get a break? my heart can’t handle him. is that your business?” you laugh mockishly in his face and hope it’s enough to get him to believe you.

but you’re so clearly wrong. you know you are when he’s looking more haunting than before.

“i can see right through you. you’re a bad liar when it comes to me.”

he’s staring at you dead in the eye, so serious it makes you want to curl up in a ball and cry.

you hate when he stares at you like this. when he stares at you as if you’re a wall, his expression so blank and emotionless.

so you let out a defeated exasperated sigh, “okay. so what? does it matter to you? you’re so caught up talking to other girls. you’re the one that didn’t talk to me first.”

you only tell him this with the hope that this would help you guys reconcile.

he deadpans, “i didn’t talk to you once and you think it’s the end of the world? fuck y/n i didn’t know you were so petty. you’re so childish.”

every ounce of need to befriend him again disappeared. you stared at him, half shocked, half hurt.

“whatever yeonjun.” you mumble and jump off of the sink, attempting to walk past him but a firm hand grips your shoulder.

you almost cry out of relieve that he’s grabbed you. you don’t know how much longer you can go without talking to him.

“don’t walk away from me. i’m not done.”

you turn around, “then hurry up. baek kyon’s waiting for me.”

“you don’t have to fake your relationship with him anymore. i already know.”

“we’re still friends. plus i think he might actually like me, and i don’t mind the attention.” you shrug, making it a point to make it look like you were getting ready to exit out the room.

“you’re so fucking annoying! fuck.” he snaps, hands dropping to his sides.

he takes steps closer to you and in the blink of an eye he’s looking down at you— sending a sharpe glare that has you backing up a few steps.

“can you be logical? why are you acting like this?” you huff.

you’re intimidated— scared almost. even as friends, you always sensed his intensity, but now? now you understood why some people went out of their way to avoid his gaze.

“acting like what?”

you roll your eyes, “you’re acting like i’m an object that belongs to you. you’re not even making any sense right now.”

“okay?” he laughs, annoyed. another step, and another, until your back hits the wall.

you stare at him through your lashes, eyebrows furrowed but your eyes are glued onto his.

“so what if i’m not?” he continues, tilting his head, “are you not mine? everything you’ve done until now is for me, you did this for my reaction— so don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.”

his words has you stumbling and struggling to bite back a witty comment— but it’s true. and since it’s true there’s nothing you can do but to stretch your arms out and push him away to finally give your heart a break.

“yeah but i didn’t think baek kyon would actually be a good person.. i like him even as friend. maybe more than i’ve ever liked you.”

you stare at him from the corner of your eye as you’re leaving to grab the door handle, heart stinging at your own awful lie.

you don’t catch the hurt flashing his face with your back turned, opening the door—

“do you mean that?”

“i don’t know. but he doesn’t abandon me for girls.” you start, for the second time turning to look at him again— ignoring the pain so obvious in his demeanour, “he doesn’t talk to me only when he has something to gain from it.”

“is that what you think?”

“are you that dense to realize it’s true?”

before he can say anything else— the bell rings, indicating that break was over.

yeonjun says nothing and walks over to you, grabbing your wrist tightly and pulling open the door, dragging you out.

the hallways are empty— and for your own pride you want to tell him to let go, to stop bothering you but you silently let him drag you to the parking lot and shove you inside of his car.

he hastily gets in the driver seat, shoving his car key inside the hole and starting the car— ignoring the painful and awkward silence.

“where are we going?” you sigh, leaning your head back onto the headrest.

the seat is reclined in an angle you don’t like— and the headrest is a bit too high for your head.

it’s all adjusted to fit another girls body, not yours.

he ignores you, eyes trained on the road, one hand gripping on the steering wheel while the other rests on his knee.

“yeonjun where are we going?” you repeat, frustrated. you look at him— stunned to see the changed look on his face.

it’s different from before.

now you can clearly read the sadness in his face, and that’s just enough to make you turn back to the road and stay silent.

he finally parks his car at a parking spot nearby an outdoor pool— a place you both loved during the hot summers.

the trees are shadowing the car just enough, blocking the sunlight.

“you’re so stupid y/n. i like you. all the other girls don’t matter to me.”

he keeps his head straight and doesn’t look at you.

but you’re looking at him as if he’s said the most bizzare thing ever.

“what?”

“i said i like you.” he repeats, more stern and clear.

he turns to you, annoyed, “don’t you realize the pattern? i date those girls everytime you talk about a new crush you want. i do that because i can’t stand hearing that. i don’t want to be near you just to hear talk about how some guy called you cute, or pretty, or whatever.”

you’re absolutely in denial hearing him say that. a part of you even thinks maybe this is a prank but the sincerity in his voice and the desperation in his face screams otherwise.

your heart skips a beat and now you feel stupid for ignoring everyone’s teasing telling you he liked you.

“i don’t know what to say..” you mumble, dumbfounded.

“tell me you like me back.”

“how do you know if i even like you that way?” you tease him, a giddy smile on your face.

“cus you’re blushing right now.”

“i don’t like you.” you mumble.

“really?” he raises his eyebrows, clearly unbelieving.

“yes. i hate you matter of fact. can’t stand you.” you continue, folding your arms and rolling your eyes.

“say that again. a bit louder this time.” he tests.

“i like you.”

“yeah. that’s what i thought.”

#yeonjun x reader #txt soft thoughts #yeonjun angst #yeonjun soft thoughts #yeonjun soft hours #txt x reader #yeonjun x you #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios

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tashacee · 8 days

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I think I already sent this but idk, tumblr glitchy sometimes lol

Anyway, I can’t find the post where this idea first appeared so I’m not trying to take credit. Basically the person said something like “I think it’d be funny if when the chain was together Wild could still just eat food to recover. So he’s bleeding out and they all are freaking out but then he just starts shoveling 15 apples down his throat and all his injuries start closing up and everything and the chain just looks at him like he gained three heads.”

So I thought a mini scenario would be funny. So they’re all fighting a hoard of monsters, and Wild has a bunch of cuts and bruises and whatnot but he’s still fighting. All of a sudden Twilight is about to get impaled so Wild jumps in front of him (self sacrificing idiot lol). He goes down bleeding out profusely as Twilight screams and cries thinking he’s about to die on him.

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

Which isn’t a lie. He does, he just doesn’t plan on using it. So finally Twilight reaches for Wild’s slate and hands it to him. Wild swipes quickly through his slate and just keeps clicking on apples with one hand while shoving them down his throat with the other hand. During this process everyone has come over and all are crying thinking he’s gonna die soon. After like 10 apples they start seeing changes: his cuts and bruises are fading and his huge stab wound is closing. After another 10 he’s completely healed. After he finishes they all look at him like “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!” There’s still one monsters left that they neglected for Wild and so he gets up, kills it like normal, and walks back over to everyone, who are all still just staring at where he just was laying on the ground bleeding out, frozen in place.

“Uh…guys…? I’m over here…hello…? I killed the last monster by the way.” Wild tries to get their attention but they won’t move an inch. Eventually he gives up and goes to start dinner. He makes everything like normal but at the end he says with a smirk, “Alright, so I’ll take it that y’all want a whole jar of Goron spice too?”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

this is perfect. No notes. Fabulous. I have nothing more i can add to this cause it's WONDERFUL

#it me #replies

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rootsofdread · 10 months

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I've been stewing on this one for a while, but decided to just go ahead and drop it while requests are open~

What if the bug that can occur in game where killers can get stuck (mostly in pallets) happened to some of the killers? They can't seem to free themselves no matter how hard they try when a survivor appears. Once they realize the killer is stuck, they approach, cautiously. The killer isn't sure what they expect, but it certainly isn't for the survivor to free them.

Who held still to be let loose vs lashed out at the survivor? Who showed appreciation/mercy for the favor? Only killers I particularly had in mind was Sadako, the Dredge, and the Twins (Imagine Charlotte or Victor panicking over the other being trapped); any others are dealer's choice.

once again a fun one, i thought this was super cute to write!! <3

Charlotte & Victor Deshayes / The Twins:

Charlotte had been alone when she got trapped by another survivor inside of a pallet. She really wasn’t too sure how it happened — but to be fair, she didn’t understand much of what went on in the Entity’s realm, so she figured it must be…relatively normal. She called for Victor until he came, and the poor little guy freaked out when he realized she couldn’t move. He ran to find help for her, but every survivor ran from him. Except for you. You seemed to understand that he was clearly in distress, and actually paid him some mind. He pulled on your pants leg/skirt to lead you to his sister, where she was still stuck inside the pallet. You weren’t too sure what to do either, but you knew you had to try something. You put your shoulder under the edge of the pallet and pushed it up, while Charlotte stayed still (Victor did not, but he didn’t bother you). As soon as she was freed, Victor climbed up her dress and crawled back into her chest cavity to make sure she was alright. She left with her brother in a hurry, but she left you alive that trial.

The Dredge:

Dredge was actually used to this sort of thing. Being a…half-incorporeal assembly of body parts leads to it getting stuck in places often. When it suddenly stopped moving after being hit with a pallet, it knew exactly what had happened. It’s also not used to most people helping it get out of these situations, so it knew it had to get comfortable for the rest of the trial. And after a little while, it saw you walking by — and when you noticed it was stuck, you immediately started laughing. It seemed actually amused by you finding humor in its situation, and…maybe you heard it giggle a little to itself. It then motioned for you to help it out as a suggestion, and was surprised when you accepted it and came over. It has a tough time sitting still so it gave you some issues, but you successfully got it out. It thanked you by following you around for the rest of the trial.

Sadako Yamamura / The Onryō:

Sadako had been Demanifested while chasing you around, and figured that must be the reason she got trapped inside of a pallet. She had been completely blind-sided by it and didn’t even realize why she had stopped at first…she’s stuck. She was calm at first but slowly started to panic. She…hates being stuck. She thought you had taken the opportunity to run away and re-join your group, and didn’t realize you were still nearby keeping an eye on her. You could see how panicked she was and, even if she had tried to kill you, it pulled on your heartstrings to see her freaking out like that. You approached her cautiously. She seemed like she was shaking, but relieved someone had come back to help her. She seemed like she wanted to stay still for you but she did attempt to attack you; luckily the pallet blocked all of her hits. She still seemed scared once she was free, but now she didn’t try to hurt you. She stood there for a moment before Projecting to a different location, and you didn’t see her for the rest of the trial.

#inbox #charlotte deshayes #victor deshayes #the dredge #sadako yamamura #gender neutral reader #survivor reader #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #charlotte deshayes x reader #the twins x reader #the dredge x reader #sadako yamamura x reader #the onryo x reader

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bokettochild · 11 days

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I can’t find the post where this idea first appeared so I’m not trying to take credit. Basically the person said something like “I think it’d be funny if when the chain was together Wild could still just eat food to recover. So he’s bleeding out and they all are freaking out but then he just starts shoveling 15 apples down his throat and all his injuries start closing up and everything and the chain just looks at him like he gained three heads.”

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

LOL

Yeah, Wild using food to recover is...nuts. Like, Twilight knows that foods can help improve your health and Sky knows some can even boost your health, but healing? I think only Legend and his magic apple trees knew about that one, and only to a certain extent LOL

#i like to hc that legend's apples actually get used #through hyrule #to plant new trees #because of their healing qualities #and that's why the trees by wild's time #produce apples that heal in small amounts #because i like to tie games together in little ways #asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild

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luimagines · 12 days

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“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

Goron Spice is the ultimate ice breaker. XD

It's probably hot enough to melt the ice by just touching so it works out just fine.

Alternatively, Wild is trying to shove apples down his throat and the boys start panicking over that instead because he is bleeding profusely! Is he even chewing!? Wild, no-! Slow down! Don't choke!!!!

After like three apples he stops bleeding and can finally sit up straight. He looks around, suddenly looking much more coherent. "I'm good, just lemme keep eating."

".... Wild, what the f-?!"

#pinky replies #anon stories

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 10 days

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“GUYS! You cannot tell me that Millie and Moxie would be THE BEST parents

Like Millie would dress the child up in cute outfits and parade them around all excitedly and Moxie would freak out thinking he wouldn’t be a good father but the two would take turns singing lullabies with them and UGH I need this”

this is something one of my friends said, & i feel like it has a lot of potential as a prompt!!

-🕰️

omg...if u come back regularly u could be the first ever anon i have kekw BUT YES DGKS these would be HCS

Sweet Bundle of Joy | Moxillie x Child!GN!Reader

Relationship: Familial Warnings: None!

YOU ARE SO CORRECT THEY WOULD BE THE BEST PARENTS fbsrg

so there are two approaches for them, being their bio child and being adopted.

If you are adopted, they do not care if you are a different type of hellborn, they take you in and become your parents.

It is kinda hard to say who would find you first, but I think they would find you at the same time while out either on a date or doing something mundane (like groceries)

Once Blitzø finds out that they adopted, he is shaking with excitement, having something to bond over with them. So he gives them time off so they can get accustomed to you.

If you are their bio kid, Moxxie fainted when Millie told him that she was pregnant

This kinda leads to a conversation between the two of them, not about if they were going to keep you, but if they were ready. More so Moxxie is concerned if he is ready, but we will get into that later.

I don’t know why you would think otherwise, Moxxie is a worry rat and Millie is the same. No matter how much Moxxie and Blitzø tell her to rest (Blitzø does it to shut Moxxie up), she is like “Guys I’m fine,” then fucking pummels a guy LOL

When she becomes visibly pregnant, that's when Blitzø puts his foot down and makes her stay in the office with Loona or not take any clients in the human world (Claiming it’s a limited-time deal lol)

When she goes into labor, Moxxie is panicking to all hell and once again Blitzø is the one to kinda (kinda) step up and push Moxxie to take her to the hospital

After you are born, again Blitzø (being the generous boss he is) gives Moxxie and Millie the time to get acquainted with you, forming a new routine now that they have a newborn (let me tell you, it's a lot LMFAO)

He even offers to watch you for a while so they can get rest. (Moxxie would try to argue with him but Millie would shut him up by dragging him to their shared room so they can fucking rest)

General HCS

As for how the other characters feel about you: BLITZØ FUCKING LOVES YOU LMFAO- He is your honorary uncle. When he is around you, he lessens the crude jokes (at least until you are old enough to understand them) and even gives you anything horse-related (he wants you to like horses like him he wants to share all the information he has about them to someone other than Stolas and Fizz). Loona is a little less enthused, but she doesn’t hate you. Especially if M&M adopted you, she looks after you fondly. (Will pummel anyone who points out her soft spot for you actually). Stolas is happy to be around a kid, often thinking of his sweet Via when she was a baby and small. He coos at you and almost took you home with him. (Moxxie took you back and held back Millie before she pounced on him LMFAO). Via doesn’t care too much but will share some of her interests with you if you ask her about them. Fizz and Ozzie meet you through Blitzø and they freak out thinking he had a kid. When he explains that you are M&M’s kid, the sigh of relief they breathe is INSANE LMFAO (it kinda leaves Blitzø a little offended) They both coo at you, thinking you are the sweetest thing in all of hell. Ozzie thinks back to when Charlie was a baby. It’s safe to assume, that you are going to be spoiled by a lot of people and M&M has a whole village after them, including Millie’s family.

Speaking of Millie’s family, they are so enthused with you that they hand you a weapon on your first birthday. Her parents are head over heels for you, being their first grandkid (Idk if they have any other grandkids, so I am assuming they don’t lol). Her siblings are similar to Blitzø but they do not get to see you often, being in the wrath ring while she is in the pride ring. But she does make an effort to go see them more when she doesn’t have work.

For obvious reasons, they keep you out of the greed ring, Moxxie is afraid that word of you will reach his dad.

Going back to the topic of work, depending on your age, they will either have you on the strap-on baby carrier or leave you at the office with Loona (bonding time fr). If you are in the baby carrier, you somehow are all clean while the person you’re attached to is all bloody.

Back to Millie and Moxxie, this is their first time doing the whole parenting thing. While Millie is confident that she will be a good mother (and she is), Moxxie is worried that he will be like his father.

Millie and Moxxie looked at you as they closed the door, you were sleeping so peacefully. They would have thought you were sent from heaven if they were anywhere else. Millie looked at her husband, seeing him smile softly, but she could tell something was bothering him.

“Moxxie? Is everything okay honey?” She steps to him and places a hand on him to comfort him. He leans into her touch and sighs.

“Yeah…It’s just…” He trails off, worrying Millie.

“Mox?”

“I am worried that I will end up like my dad,” Moxxie says, his voice softer. Millie’s look softens from her concern. She takes him to their room and pulls out a box from under their bed. Confused, Moxxie tries to peek at the box to get a clue as to what it is. Millie pulls out a small pile of papers and hands them to Moxxie. He looks through them one by one. All of them were doodles, all done by you. Some were of you alone or playing with your toys. Others were of your other family members: you and Blitzø, you and Loona, and the day you spent with Stolas and Octavia. The final few papers were of your little family. Some mimicking your day out together to an amusement park, visiting Millie’s family for the moon festival. The last paper he saw was a drawing of him and Millie. Across the top were the words “Hell’s best parents.”

Safe to say Moxxie spent the night crying in Millie’s arms and that drawing was kept on his side of the bed.

When they sing you to sleep, the tunes change depending on who is lulling you. If it’s both of them, they sing a little tune made about the three of you. Millie will sing the same lullabies her parents sang her, while Moxxie sings musical numbers. (Think Dear Theodosia kind of vibes)

Moxxie and Millie LOVE to dress you up, the matching outfits are so cute that they can’t resist.

You also grow up using weapons! It’s mainly Millie who teaches you since Moxxie wants you to get a little bigger before you learn how to use a gun (stemming from his trauma with his dad) So you grow up with the strength of your mom, and some of the protectiveness. Blitzø jokes that you should start to work for I.M.P. but that gets shut down quickly by Moxxie and Millie.

Moxxie shares his love of musicals with you. Not that he pushes it onto you, but it is his way of bonding with you.

If you express any of your interest, Moxxie and Millie will get whatever they can to push you to do what you are passionte about.

Obviously you do not have to worry about coming out to them! Just because they are in hell doesn't mean they are monsters.(Moxxie is literally bi lol) If it is something that they don't fully understand, they will listen to you as you explain it.

Trans? They will help you transition if you so desire and use your preferred pronouns! (even going as far as to editing old post where you are mentioned) Have a preffered name? They are willing to change it and use it like it's nothing (similar to the pronouns thing)

Overall, they love being your parent and do their best to raise you.

GUGHUGH i luv them sm

also ask are still not open but I might as well throw this into the dark

#helluva boss x reader #helluva moxxie #helluva millie #moxillie x reader #moxxie x reader #millie x reader #☾adoniswrites

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thatanimewriter · 2 years

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THIS, IS A WORK OF ART.

➳ request: Hello, can I request some headcanons for Free! boys' reaction when they see their s/o wearing revealing clothes? Soft or suggestive it's up to you. Thank you for doing my request 💘

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, tachibana makoto, ryugazaki rei, hazuki nagisa, matsuoka rin

➳ warnings: swearing, suggestiveness, dumb tiktok references

➳ notes: i decided to tell this through stupid tiktok audios and then jump into what they actually do. this is fluff, crack, and suggestive so beware for chaos. this post will expose my tiktok fyp..

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.

‘what on earth, is going on... in the house of commons?’

he probably came back from, like

a swimming practice

n he’s tired

he doesn’t have the mental capacity to comprehend this

and just... stares

you’ve genuinely broken him

but when he does return to earth

he puts his team japan swimming jacket over your shoulders

and continues to stare at you before asking you to just come to bed with him

with a small pout on his lips

and you can’t say no

so this outfit remains for his eyes only

though idk how much sleeping you’ll be getting tbh

── 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎.

‘i am calm... i am relaxed... i am a happy tree... YOU ARE MAKING IT VERY HARD TO BE A HAPPY TREE >:((’

he’s trying just to keep it together

and you’re making it difficult

for him not to freak out

and ask you - very panicked - if you plan on going out like that

he’s not gonna stop you if you were

but he’s concerned for creepers on the street

and he doesn’t want you feeling uncomfortable ;v;

he’s very much worried for your safety because he doesn’t trust others

you are indeed making it hard for him to be a happy tree

because you’ll send him into a spiral of anxiety

he can’t deny you look absolutely fucking amazing

so he does give you a lil extra attention

just a lil bit

to convince you to stay with him and the cats in the neighbourhood

── 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈.

‘it can get weirder. i just washed my hands, that’s why they’re wet... no other reason.’

THIS BITCH WAS READING SMUT

he looks between you and the book over and over again with a bright red blush

covers his face with said book

and is conflicted about whether he try to cover his crotch

or not draw attention to it

when you do point it out

S T U T T E R I N G

he cannot explain it to you coherently

if he does

it sounds so sketchy

and entirely unbelievable

because he failed to keep anything undercover

so here you are, wrapped in blankets he draped over you

lookin like a gremlin

── 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀.

‘on a scale of one to ten, my friend, you’re fucked :))’

he will 100% join you

playing dress up is his JAM

he comes back wearing a crop top and mini skirt

some thigh high socks (you don’t know where he found those-)

and takes his phone out to take photos with you

then he pushes you away to the bedroom-

to cuddle you to keep you from going out looking too good for the people

get your mind out of the gutter

but if you do want to go out somewhere like that

he’ll come with

just so he can say

‘they’re staring at US, babe’

what an icon

he would never let you do anything on your own

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

‘MOMMY DON’T KNOW DADDY’S GETTING HOT-’

the most sexual one

you’re not walking the next day

the FATTEST smirk you’ve ever seen

and a very husky murmur in your ear

plus some roaming hands

‘where do you think you’re goin?’

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

you’re done for

sorry not sorry

your neighbours hate you

he will ask you to wear it again

especially after you guys get a thorough session in

because he can see all the hickeys and marks along your skin

and this bitch is PROUD

what an attractive asshole

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skyloftian-nutcase · 11 days

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So Idr if I already sent this to u or not bc I’ve just been sending this to multiple LU fans thinking this funny, so if I did sorry and feel free to ignore lol.

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

LOL Wild just shoving food down his throat while he’s dying and everyone’s like

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #lu wild #linked universe #linkeduniverse

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wayfayrr · 8 days

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I think I already sent this but idk, tumblr glitchy sometimes lol

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

WAIT WAS THIS THE GHOST ASK THE OTHER DAY THAT JUST VANISHED????? I PUT UP A POST ABOUT IT JUST POOFING DFVDXVDFV

but omg I love this idea so much just wild (or tears) devouring a whole orchard to recover while the rest are all confused except for maybe one or two who've seen it happen before - I can't imagine what'll be said when they've processed what's happened enough to start questioning it though >:)

This was lovely to read though!!! thank you for it

#their fate is sealed with the goron spice though #no escaping it now.#linked universe #legend of zelda #lu wild #✦submission✦

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vay99 · 1 year

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Chishiya x reader

Between clubs and hearts

Manga/Live action: Alice in Borderland

Side note:

!!!This is a game I completely made up!!!

I've read the Manga and watched the life action, I'll go with the life action for this one shot

Spoiler alert for those who haven't seen/read the 10th heart game yet

/Club 8? What's this? Yesterday it said spade 4 I think. What does this mean?/ as a thousand questions ring through your head you look around to see if there'd be anyone you could ask and looks trustworthy. You see two woman in their mid 40's, who seem pretty anxious, a few guys in smokings, three high schoolers and two that looks as if they were just coming from the pool.

Looking at the table you see phones and a metal chain, the card says to put the chain around your waist. Once it clicked it adjusts to your size, so you can escape from it.

"What the hell."

-Game start-

-Club 8-

Chains were coming out of holes in the wall, with every player having one attached to the one around their waist.

-You're all connected by these chains. To free yourself you need to find the right key out of the box in the middle. But beware, you can only move forward if someone else walks backwards. Work together to free everyone. After one minute the walls will start closing in, you have 8 minutes until the walls reach the middle. Games start in 30 seconds-

"What?"

"No way!"

"We just have to work together, this is an easy game!"

"Easy?" the guy besides you muses. "This could be a heart game as well."

"You seem to know these games quite well." you figure, he and his companion are the only ones that seem calm.

"New to this world?"

"I've had one game so far."

"Mhm, interesting." he nods, removing the hood of his jacket.

"I'm y/n." you introduce yourself, he seems like the only person in this room who seems totally unbothered, being on his side probably gives you the highest rate of survival. Yet he just stares at you, as if he's trying to figure your value.

"I'm Kuina by the way." the girl next to him takes over, she's probably the liveliest person you've seen since you've arrived.

"Nice to meet you." you nod, not sure if you should keep questioning the people around you instead of the game. That seems to be starting now.

The second the game starts the chaos begins, everyone is running towards the middle, the two older women pushed one another back to get further. Not one of them moved more than a step.

"So it began." the guy comments, as if he were a bystander.

"Not trying to disturb your commentary, but we'll all die if we don't do something."

"I agree with her, Chishiya you usually have a plan." Kuina pushes her friend to say something.

"Us three can't do anything. Judging from this room everyone would need to get as close as two meters in front of the wall for one person to be able to reach the middle. Who would trust a stranger like that?" Chishiya concludes, leaving Kuina and you to exchange panicked glances.

"Thanks for the analysis Einstein, but we need a freaking solution." you call him out which once earns a chuckle from the man.

"Okay, I'll trust you." one of the high school girls says, walking backwards, the second she steps back she gets pulled against the wall by those who pull the hardest. Right as she hits the wall hot nails come out, killing her instantly.

"Nooo!"

"I want home!!"

"I don't want to die!"

Hell breaks loose.

"Bloody perfect, now there's hot spikes! This got worse way too quick." you notice, leaning more into your chain as well so you don't loose your grip.

"No one will cooperate now." Kuina says. "Chishiya do something!"

"We have to wait till some more people slip." he casually answers as if he weren't talking about peoples life's.

"I won't accept this. I've seen people push one another into death already." you say as you take tiny steps backwards.

"Are you insane, you'll die a useless death." Chishiya calls out, turning towards you.

"We're gonna die either way, and I'd rather die trying to work together than being selfish like the rest."

Chishiya just looks at you for a while till he turns towards the middle again, chuckling. "You're interesting, I like that."

Another five people die as they got pushed by their neighbors and lost hold, only six people left. According to Chishiyas calculations one person should be able to reach the middle by now, if only one person would've moved during that time.

Chishiya keeps a close eye on one player, who looks extremely stressed. "Kuina, on my sign you run as fast as you can towards the middle."

Earning a unsure Glace from her he continues observing. Until it happens. The guy looses tension, leaning forward, hands on his knees.

"Now!" Chishiya immediately runs back as Kuina sprints forward, pulling the poor guy against the wall and reaching the keys.

"Yes! They have numbers!" she looks around but doesn't see a number.

"Y/n is number 10, you're number 9 Kuina." he says, that guy really did observe everything. The numbers were randomly given as the game started, showing up at the back of your lock. Kuina picks the right keys and throws them to each one of you.

As soon as you've freed yourself you run to Chishiya to figure his number.

"5!" you catch the key and get him free just in time, burning your right elbow during the process.

"We gotta go! The walls are nearly too close!" Kuna warns, throwing the keys randomly to the people. "Sorry."

"We can't just-" you were about to protest But Chishiya grabs your wrist and pulls you out of this hell behind him.

All you hear after that were the painful voices of those who were torn to death.

-Congratulations-

-Game clear-

"We let them die." you breath, sinking to the ground.

"Y/n, I'm not a fan of this either, but we had no choice." Kuina sits down next to you, able to relate to your emotions.

"We all just want to survive, isn't it human to betray others so we can live?" Chishiya asks, knowing that you won't respond. You know the answer, even though you hate it.

"Why don't you come with us?"

That question was the last thing you remembered of that night. The next day you wake up in a hotel room, Kuina sleeping on the bed next to you.

"Where the hell am I?"

"The beach." Chishiya greets you, leaning against the door frame. "You still have eleven days on your visa, so they won't send you to a game tonight."

"I can continue to sleep you mean? Gladly." you fall back into the white sheets.

The following four days Chishiya would guide you around and for the one game you had to participate in he made sure that he'd be there as well.

But during the 10th of heart game you've lost each other. And since he kept you close the entire time he knew that the military section wouldn't hesitate to shoot you. It wasn't a secret that they hated Chishiya and everything related to him. At least Niragi.

"How did I loose them so quickly?" you run around, after the three of you were in the camera room Kuina left to see what Ann was doing and Chishiya wanted to blow up Niragi. Like legit.

You were following him but a huge crowd and witch hunters seperated you.

"Hey witch come here! Don't make us kill you here, then we have to to carry you!" some guy yells as he shoots in your direction.

"Fuck off!" you run towards the smoke, against all your instincts.

Crawling over the ground to escape the smoke you try to find a way out. A window. Being on the tenth floor you knew that you won't survive such a jump, but you had no choice, the fire caught up to quickly so you had to try to jump from one balcony to another until you're on the first floor.

"Kuina!" you run towards your friend who's currently helping out Ann. "Have you seen Chishiya?"

"No, but he doesn't die that easy." she reassures you.

Arisu and Ann explained how to win this game, but Niragi just had to show up and blow everything up didn't he? Aguni threw himself at him and they got lost in the flames. And usually you would've been relieved if there wasn't this tiny problem. Your leg was shot. Your calf. And it was bleeding like hell.

"Y/n!" Kuina and Usagi immediately run to you, adding pressure to the wound. "Stay with us!"

"Make it stop!" you grunt through your teeth, trying to endure the pain. It only hurt more once Usagi put her jacket around your leg as a compress bandage.

As the others burn the witch you walk outside, being supported by Usagi, watching the Beach burn. No sight of Chishiya.

"I'll look for him." you say, trying to take a step but your leg had different plans. You're met with the ground. "Damn it."

"I'll look for him." Kuina says, not waiting for your response and just taking off.

The crowd gets smaller, all the members of beach head off to different directions, leaving Arisu, Usagi, Tatta and you.

"Kuina shouldn't have gone back." Usagi voices her concern, watching the building collapse.

"I told her the same."

"Chishiya!" you can't believe your eyes, he's alive and unharmed, you struggle to get back on your feet to walk towards him. "You're alright, I was worri-" you stop midsentence, surprised by the hug you find yourself in.

"I'm so glad you're alive." he mutters against your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around your back.

"Me too."

"What happened to your leg?" he inspects your leg after loosing the hug, seeing blood all over your foot. "Let me have a look."

"Chishiya?"

"I'm a doctor." he answers calmly, taking a look at your wound. "A bullet, it went right through, it hit an artery."

"It was Niragi."

"He's still alive?" he asked surprised. "But I burned him."

"He should be dead now." you watch Chishiya tighten the bandage more.

"Let's get some medical supplies so I can fix your leg." he says as he sweeps you up into his arms.

"Chishiya being sweet? Now I've really seen it all." Kuina shakes her head in disbelieve, following behind you by a bit to give you at least a bit privacy to talk.

#Alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #aib chishiya #chishiya x y/n #chishiya x reader #Alice in borderland x reader #Alice in borderland imagine #Chishiya imagine

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wardenparker · 2 years

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Close Encounters of the Toothy Kind

Max Phillips x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9.2k Warnings: *Reader has a nickname right up front.* Evan being his whiny self. Alcohol consumption but no one’s judgement is impaired. Light power dynamics, biting (blood is drawn), oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, monster fucking, rough sex, vampire kink/fetish. Summary: The company Halloween party is way more fun than you ever expected - even if your coworker and roommate Evan doesn’t think so. Notes: Happy Spooktober everyone! This little fangbang has been brewing in our minds for months now and it turned out even better than I ever dreamed! Smothered in pop culture references and plenty of cheeky fun. 🎃🧡🧛‍♀️

Ever since Max Phillips was in high school, he knew how to throw a party. It helped get him laid both there and later on in college. Even throughout getting his MBA and graduating, his attention to detail for having a good time led to some of the most memorable parties on campus. It was something he considered a little extra that he had to offer a company beyond the normal impressive résumé. Because in order to throw a great party, you had to know what people wanted. You had to read their wants through the small conversations and the body language of the person.

It was also useful in closing deals and impressing clients. Which was why he had pulled out all the stops tonight in the annual Halloween party. It wasn't just a sad, alcohol-free punch and those horrid cookies that Zarabeth makes. This is impressive. The smoke machines and black lights contrasted the disco balls that twirl overhead giving the event a truly spooky vibe.

"You'll see, Cat." Evan looks around nervously, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin under your elbow as he propels the two of you forward into the "East Ballroom" swallowing as he takes in the decorations. "I'm not crazy. Max is a vampire."

“Ev, it’s okay to just not like the guy.” Evan is an okay roommate. He really is. He’s clean and doesn’t cook horrible food, and he’s even handy with a toolkit when things need a little TLC. But this crusade he’s been on against your boss is just insane. Pulling at your tight Camp Crystal Lake t-shirt and smoothing your short shorts, you’ll be the first to admit that you took the easy way out with your costume this year, but Friday the 13th camp counselor was just too good to pass up. The Halloween store in town even had knee socks with Jason’s hockey mask on them to go with your Keds sneakers. “Let’s just have a couple of drinks and hang out. Maybe not get weird over your obsessive hatred of our boss?”

"I'm telling you he's a vampire!" Evan hisses, the cords in his neck bulging and he doesn't understand why you don't believe him. He looks around and groans, rolling his eyes and pointing. "He's even mocking it. Look at him." Max smirks as he watches you and Evan at the entrance of the ball room. Evan looked panicked and pale. He wonders if the poor schmuck is still trying to convince everyone that he's a vampire. It is so much fun to watch him freak out like the obsessive little turd that he is and push everyone away with his theories. Amanda had finally dumped him for good and started dating Andrew, which was a much better prospect for her in Max's opinion. He takes his eye off you and checks the buffet table again. The caterer that he had chosen had promised him that the canapés would all be haunted and ghoulish and so far they hadn't disappointed.

“Oh hell yeah, Lost Boys!” You grin, seeing the costume that Max has expertly pieced together. Max Phillips might be a frat boy and occasional asshat, but he has an attention for detail that has to be admired. And frankly? He’s ridiculously hot. A fact only enhanced by leather and eyeliner, in your opinion. Sure he’s a little obnoxious, so you just keep the fact that you have a little – okay, big – thing for him on the quiet side. Especially since your roommate despises him. “Evan,” you look at your roommate now, decked out in his Van Helsing costume like he’s in some kind of righteous crusade. “I am begging you to just let tonight be about fun and not this hyper focus.”

Evan rolls his eyes and gives you a disappointed look. "You're going to believe me." He promises you. "By the end of tonight, you will know the truth - Max Phillips is a vampire."

"I sure am." Max agrees easily, appearing at your side and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "David from Lost Boys." He clarifies. "Glad you can make it Camp Crystal Lake Counselor." He doesn't waste the opportunity to look at your legs, you've got them on display after all and you aren't on company property.

"Max." Evan greets him through clenched teeth, furious that he's touching you.

“Evan made me a name tag,” you tell Max with a grin, pointing to the sticky Hi! My Name Is badge on your shirt that features your office nickname - Cat - and a little cartoon drawing of black cat beside it. “Nice party, Max.” You may keep your attraction under wraps, but that doesn’t mean you can’t just be a generally nice person.

“Thanks Kitty Cat.” Max sends you a small wink and looks around. “We’ve got a couple of our clients and potential clients here so I could get away with splurging. Plus, I love Halloween.” He smirks over at Evan. “All the things that go bump in the night come out.”

“Does that mean there’s good booze?” You ask, one eyebrow ticking up at Max curiously. Splurging on clients might mean there’s actually something tasty. “I heard a rumor about sangria or punch or something, but that might have been Elaine’s wishful thinking.”

“Ohhhh the Bloody Sangria is my own recipe.” He tells you with a grin. “There’s also Witches Brew, Poisoned Apples and Demon Juice.” He points to the bar where premixed cocktails are being poured up into glasses where the base is a skeleton’s hand.

“Sangria for sure.” That stupid exaggerated grin on Max’s face shouldn’t be charming, but he’s got vampire fang caps on his teeth and alright, maybe you had a little thing for Kiefer Sutherland as a teenager that the Lost Boys costume is playing into. To Evan you throw a pout, silently asking him to play nice before heading to the bar with Max.

“Make sure you get some appetizers too.” Max hums knowingly. “Those drinks sneak up on you and we don’t want you buzzed too quickly.” He catches the eye of a prospective client and pats your shoulder. “I’ll catch up with you later, enjoy yourself Kitty Cat.”

“Come on, Ev.” You reach for his hand but resist when he tries tangling your fingers together, tired of repeating that you are not interested in him romantically. He’s a good roommate and a decent friend, but as a boyfriend? Not your type at all. “Drink with me, eat with me. It’ll be fun.”

“I’m not touching anything Max could have corrupted.” Evan huffs, annoyed that you are so flirty with him. You need to just trust him.

“He’s not going to poison our clients.” Rolling your eyes at him is still playful, because you’ve definitely always thought of Evan as more of a brother than anything else, and you nod toward the bar. “I bet they have beer in bottles that Max can’t have tainted with his spooky vampire vibes.”

Evan blows out a sigh and dutifully follows you like a lost puppy, wondering how he can possibly convince you about Max. “Hey man.” Tim smirks and lifts the glass of alcohol up. “You came.”

“I had to drag him out of the apartment,” you tease, giving Tim a hug before slipping past him to the bar for a glass of sangria.

“Would you like an extra shot of Vampire’s blood in your sangria?” The bartender asks with a smile. “It’s a floater of blackberry moonshine.”

“Why the hell not. Go big or go home, right?” You laugh, cringing at the cliched phrase before you shrug your shoulders. “And a Bud Light.” The least you can do is grab Evan’s first beer for him, since you did drag him out tonight. Being convinced that some socialization that didn’t happen under neon lights with phone headsets attached to your heads would be good for him might not have been correct.

Evan looks around the room in jealousy, begrudgingly impressed with the party. Hating how this man took his job and was actually doing a bang-up job. He takes the beer from you and eyes it for a moment before he hears Max’s laugh across the room. “Fuck it.” He groans and puts the bottle to his lips.

“Atta boy,” Tim laughs before strolling away when he spies someone he wants to say hi to across the large room.

“Eat, drink, and be merry,” you agree with a grin. You just want tonight to be fun. Maybe get Evan talking to the new girl from Legal that he said was cute a couple of days ago. Anything to get his mind away from the vampire thing.

Max keeps an eye on you as he makes his way around the room. Partly because it drives Evan insane. He might have made a couple of veiled threats to change you next. But mostly it was because he was very intrigued by the way your tits look up under that t-shirt. He had plenty of fantasies about his counselors when he was younger and his grandma made him go to the sleep away vacation Bible camps in the summer.

******

The deejay they hired for tonight is doing an excellent job of keeping the energy up, and you walk past the table just in time to hear Deliah from HR begging him to play Thriller again, making you laugh as you hit the bar. This sangria is addictive and you lean back against the sturdy wood to look around the room while the bartender pours you glass number three. Evan has finally started talking to the girl from Legal and from where you are it looks like she might even be interested in him so you send up a little positive energy in his direction and sigh. Maybe now you can actually relax and find someone to dance with - a thought which feels slightly bitchy considering you know Evan would dance with you if you asked. But you’d like to dance with someone you’re attracted to, which seriously narrows the field around here.

Max chuckles to himself when he sees you going back for another drink. He slides up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to murmur in your ear. “Enjoying yourself, Kitty Cat?”

“Max!” You didn’t see him approach and definitely would have done a spit take if you had had a sip of drink in your mouth when he spoke. “Uh— yeah, actually. Your sangria’s really good.”

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” He purrs with a delighted smile. “I like the body of it.” He waggles his brows. “And the way that it sneaks up on you.”

“The body of the bloody sangria?” It’s dumb, and you probably wouldn’t laugh at it if you weren’t two drinks in and finding the 80s vamp look on him a little extra hot. “Har har.”

Max winks at you. “Planning on being the first victim of the night?” He asks, leaning in. “Or are you going to be the counselor that survives?”

“Oh, come on.” Leaning back against the bar, you toss him the same smirk you would give anybody in this situation. “Nobody wants to die first. I’m totally Final Girl material. Nancy Thompson, Laurie Strode, and me.”

“You sure?” He leans in and flicks your name badge. “Kitty Cat survives?” He hums, smirking at you.

“For sure.” The authoritative nod you give him when the bartender sets your drink down beside your elbow comes with a grin. “I’m not afraid of some big bad monster.”

“Really?” He flashes his fangs at you playfully. Everyone thinks they are fake but why would he do fake fangs when he has the real thing. “Not even a skipping beat of your heart?”

“Not even.” It’s a dirty lie because you’re a damn scaredy cat, but at the same time you do love the adrenaline rush of a scary movie. The fake fangs are more of a turn on than anything else, which is probably the real reason your blood is currently pumping.

“I think you’re lying.” He coos, leaning in closer and brushing his nose against your pulse. The smell of your blood is intoxicating, and he groans quietly.

“Rude.” You laugh, picking up your drink and nudging him with your elbow. Maybe it’s a little more flirtatious than you would ever be regularly, but this is outside of work hours, outside of the office, and it’s a party.

“Just honest, Kitty cat.” He chuckles, watching you take another sip of your drink.

“I don’t know why I let you call me that.” Yes you do. You absolutely know why. It’s because he’s hot as fuck. It had taken almost a year to accept being called Cat at work and then Max just rolled in and added kitty to it and you just let it slide. “Maybe I instinctively knew you’d have a killer sangria recipe that I’d want to steal.”

“Better than what I was going to call you when I first met you.” He confides with a cocky grin.

“Oh god.” You choke on a laugh before taking a sip of your drink. “Do I want to know?”

He snickers to himself and shuffles closer. Leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Pussy…Cat.” He purrs, making sure to emphasize the first word.

That…is not what you expected, and you definitely feel a very visceral reaction to Max’s breath on your neck. You can practically feel your panties drench at the implication that he might be interested in you, too. But that’s…that’s a stretch, right? It has to be. Max flirts with all the women in the office.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He hums, wondering if he’s misread the subtle signals you’ve sent him.

“A little.” You have to admit that, as silly as it makes you feel when you tilt your head to look at him. “Surprised, I guess?”

“Why would you be surprised?” He lifts his brows, shocked that you didn’t know that you are a gorgeous woman. “Every man in this room would take you home if they could.”

“Maybe.” Shrugging, you take another sip of your drink before turning to face him fully. Whether it’s the booze or the atmosphere or the light-switch flick of a mood change, you’re feeling bold. “But I’m not interested in them.”

“And who are you interested in?” He asks, intrigued by who would be your taste. Surely not Evan, he’s heard him moan about you turning him down to Tim too often in the break room.

“Seriously?” It’s probably a good thing that he has to ask, it means you haven’t been too obvious at work. Although you kind of thought you were being pretty obvious right now. “I mean, don’t fire me over it, but…you…”

“Hmmmmm.” Max flashes you a wicked, fanged-filled grin. “That’s not something I would ever fire you over Pussy Cat.”

“That nickname is gonna stick now, isn’t it?” You can feel the heat in your cheeks, nerves and embarrassment rising right along with arousal. He’s looking at you half like you’re a fucking meal and half like something else that you can’t quite pinpoint but you’re fairly certain you’re going to enjoy.

“Yes it is.” He chuckles again. “But only when we’re alone.”

“We’re never alone.” More than anything it’s just pointing out a fact. Aside from the rare occasion that he has called you into his office, The two of you have never actually been alone. Maybe once you were the only two people in the break room at the same time, but that was in passing and the door was open. It wasn’t exactly private.

“Then maybe we should be alone.” Max offers with a smirk. He can smell your interest, but he wants this to be completely your choice.

“Seriously?” You ask again, still a little incredulous that he could be interested. “I mean…I didn’t think…” But he’s looking at you like that and you swallow the lump in your throat so hard that it bottoms out all the way down in your pussy. “I mean, yeah. That sounds like fun.”

“Yeah?” He bites his lip with his fangs exposed. “You want to be alone?” He waits for you to nod and he smirks. “How about now?”

“Eager.” But it makes you flush with your own fervent desire, wondering if he means just finding a dark corner of the party, leaving together, or if his mind has jumped straight to hooking up. It occurs to you, as you smirk and pick up your drink to down it quickly (no sense in wasting, obviously) that you don’t care. “Fuck it. Yeah. What do you have in mind?” Evan is going to be so fucking pissed but you just can’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

He chuckles, surprised that you’ve said yes, but also very happy that you have. “I think the innocent camp counselor should go into the bathroom to be ravished by the dangerous vampire.” He hums as he lifts a brow.

Straight to hooking up, you acknowledge with a smirk. It doesn’t really surprise you. Max isn’t exactly known as a relationship guy around the office. Either way, you don’t mind making him a notch on your proverbial bedpost tonight. “You go for the innocent thing, huh?” It makes your smirk deepen just that much more. “Noted,” you murmur in his ear before taking the strut all the way out of your step and hightailing it out of the hotel ballroom toward the unisex bathroom down the hall.

Max watches you walk away for a long moment, admiring the view. “Turned you down, huh?” Evan’s pithy little comment makes his smirk reappear as he turns towards the other man.

“Guess so.” He chirps, unwilling to let Evan cause a scene and prevent his little rendezvous with you. Some sacrifices must be made and right now, wiping the smug, satisfied look off Evan’s face is on the chopping block.

“She’ll never date you. Or fuck you.” He tells Max, his eyes darting around but the little fucker is brave around a crowd in the ballroom - confident Max won’t cause a scene. “So you should just leave her alone.”

“Same could be said for you, slugger.” Max pops back with a wink. “After all, if I lived in the same apartment with that little Kitty Cat, I’m sure I would have wooed her by now.” He chuckles and gives Evan a sympathetic look. “Guess you just aren’t what she’s looking for…” Max lets Evan stew for a moment and right when the other man opens his mouth, he interrupts him. “Whelp! I better go take a piss, all the Bloody cocktails have gotten to me.” He smirks. “Try the special sangria I have behind the bar.” He confides. “They have it just for me, but tell them Max said it was okay.” He turns around and whistles as he walks towards the bathrooms, knowing Evan is fuming.

It takes just long enough before you hear footsteps outside the bathroom door for you to start doubting yourself. Wondering if you just made a completely dumbass mistake that’s going to make life hell at work from now on, or if Max really did use the specific word ravishing or a million other little paranoid concerns. You’re in the process of telling yourself to get a goddamn grip when the bathroom door clicks open.

Max raises a brow at you, seeing the doubt and second guessing on your face. “Change your mind, Pussy Cat?” He asks as he steps inside and closes the door. If you don’t want to do this, it wouldn’t be nice to have the rumor mill spin if someone looked in and saw the two of you. “I got caught up by Evan trying to warn me away from you.”

“Thought you might have changed yours,” you admit, but the news that it was Evan who caused the delay makes you relax again instantly. “Ev’s just…protective.”

He snorts and sends you a knowing look. “Evan wants to be in your bed.” He counters. “He’s like the annoying little puppy that chews on your shoelaces and tries - and fails - to hump your leg.”

“To be fair, he’s never actually tried to hump my leg.” The comparison makes you laugh though, and you shake your head. “He knows I’m not interested in him.”

“He knows…but he doesn’t know.” Max smirks as he flips the lock and takes a step towards you. “He might get the hint tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” It’s not like you had been planning on broadcasting this little interlude around the office, so the idea of news of it getting back to Evan hadn’t even been on your mind.

“Only if you wanted.” He chuckles, reaching out and stroking your arm, his eyes on yours. “He’ll know when you scream my name.”

The corners of your lips tick up in a smirk as you step into him, feeling your heart speed up and your pussy clench at that kind of promise. “I guess you better make sure I scream loud enough, then.”

Max’s eyes flash and his smirk grows wider. “Only thing I like more than making a sale is a challenge, Pussy Cat.” He growls, stalking towards you like a predator cornering his prey.

It would probably come across as way too dramatic if you weren’t honestly so goddamn turned on, but as it is? You’re in exactly the right frame of mind to find that broad frame and cocky ass smirk enticing as hell. “Then what are you waiting for?”

“Permission.” Quicker than he probably should have, but not enough to be too obvious, Max pins you against the row of industrial yet aesthetically pleasing sinks and hand soap units. Your back is to the mirror, and he leers with his nose pressed right against yours.

Your sharp gasp and wide eyes definitely lend themselves toward that whole innocent thing he supposedly likes, and the way he has your back bowed so that your tits are pushed against his chest is only adding to the heaving effect. "Max..."

"Yessssss, Pussy Cat?" He doesn't kiss you, not yet. He likes the teasing and the way that your breath catches in your throat. It makes the veins flood with blood and it smells so sweet as your body heats up even more than normal.

"Shit..." The realization makes you roll your eyes even as you're nearly panting in anticipation. "Of course you're a tease."

He tsks in disappointment at your seemingly bemoaning of his traits. "You don't think it enhances...." his 'fake' fangs graze your throat slowly before he retracts them and places the most delicate kiss on your galloping pulse, "anticipation?"

The way you almost whimper is a complete giveaway that it definitely is an enhancement, and you shiver a little. Being caged between his arms against the counter makes you feel caught in a delicious sort of way. "M-maybe."

"Hmmmmm." Max is already hard, pressing against your hip through your camp counselor shorts and one hand moves from the cold counter to grab your side. "Don't worry, Pussy Cat." He follows up the small kiss with a slow drag of his tongue up the line of your neck. "I won't bite hard...unless you want me to."

Evan’s ridiculous vampire claim rings in your ears again, completely unwanted, and you smirk as you tip your head to one side to give him all the access to your neck as he could possibly want. “It’s been a while since I’ve been properly manhandled,” you murmur, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth as his head hangs right beside yours. “Sounds like fun.”

Max hisses, cock jumping when your teeth nip his skin. "Fuck." He huffs, trying to decide if he wants a quickie, or if he just wants to destroy you. Your giggle makes up his mind for him, pulling away and dropping down to his knees to unbutton those ridiculously tiny shorts you are wearing. The prospect of devouring your cunt while you have knee highs and sneakers on is appealing.

"Shit." Max Phillips on his knees is not a sight you ever thought you'd see - both because you didn't ever think you'd actually be in this position with him and a little bit because you thought he might be one of those guys who was prissy about the smell or taste of pussy as an excuse to never give oral - but it's fucking glorious. It takes all of thirty seconds for your cutoffs to be tossed across the damn room, and Max's eyes are eye level with the soaked through crotch of your white cotton panties.

"Virginal." He hums, smirking up at you before he reaches out and rubs the damp fabric. "Even though I know you aren't, it makes you look even more like a teenage counselor that might survive the night."

Looking down at him with the most innocent expression you can muster, you can see just how wide his pupils have grown since getting the first bit of your clothing off. "Of course I'm innocent. I don't know why you would possibly think otherwise." You intone, wondering if he's into roleplay enough to want the whole act.

He chuckles, hooking a finger in the band of your panties so he can start dragging them down. "Because good virginal girls don’t let sinful vampires eat their pussy in the bathroom." He teases, leaning in and blowing on your heated pussy lips and giving you a fang-filled smile.

This time your whimper is accompanied by the eager way you open up for him, totally willing to spread your legs for him before he's even kissed you. It's not like you're expecting a lasting and deep connection out of fucking your boss in the bathroom at the company party. You're horny, not delusional.

Your ass is perched against the counter so Max wastes no time in shoving his shoulders under your legs, bringing your thighs to his shoulders and he winks at you, right before his mouth envelopes your cunt in a large bite, his fangs retracting again so he doesn't puncture your lips.

They definitely heard you moaning in the hallway, but you couldn't care less as you brace yourself with one hand on the counter and sink the fingers of your other hand into his thick, artfully messy hair. The heat of his mouth and determination of his tongue as he licks a long, flat stripe up the length of your sex is enough to have you tossing your head back and shutting your eyes in pleasure. Or it would be, if you didn't want to watch his every movement so desperately.

There is an art to pussy eating. He had tried to tell Evan that when the prick was in college with him, but he had been too busy thinking Max was an asshole. It might have been one of the reasons his roommate's girlfriend had jumped into his bed when Evan was away for a long weekend. She had obviously listened to the tips he had tried to impart. Enough to be curious, at least. His tongue twists around your clit and he flicks it playfully before his tongue slides down again, curious to taste you right from the honeyed little well between your thighs. Your fingers curl tightly, nails digging into his scalp instinctively before soothing the bite away. Apparently you never noticed Max having an overly long tongue, but he is curled into the absolute depths of you in a way that has you rolling your hips forward and pushing down as if he isn't already completely buried in your cunt.

Max groans into your folds, loving how you don't mind being a little more forceful. His cock twitches and he holds your legs wide so he can curl his tongue deeper, licking into you with fevered eagerness. He knows what the fuck he's doing, you'll give him that. Any idea that you had about him being selfish in bed is being completely washed away by the deep growling sounds floating up to you from his throat and the way those vibrations roll through your body to have you whining and writhing and almost ready to burst in no time.

His eyes fixate on you. Responding to the micro expressions as he works your cunt with his tongue. If you’re going to fuck him; you’re damn well going to have nothing but good things to say about him. His fingers dig into the tender flesh of your thighs and he huffs, not needing to breathe, but you would expect him to make some noise.

“Holy shit, Max—” Every time you get a gulp of air he pushes it out again, cutting off your moan of his name and twisting it into a harsh gasp with a dexterous flick of his tongue that swirls around your clit like a lollipop. “S—so— good! Fuck.”

He chuckles into you, waiting until you look down at him again before he sends you a small wink and sucks your clit into his mouth, ripping your orgasm out of you.

You’ve never outright just screamed while cumming before, but this one comes tearing out of you like an igniting fire that leaves you shaking and cursing and grasping at any bit of him you can get your hands on so that you don’t just collapse backward into one of the sinks behind you. “Oh my fucking god, Max.” You’re practically dizzy from the force of it, which just makes you giggle in filthy glee when you can breathe again.

He is smug as he kisses your clit one last time before he leans back and looks up at you. “Did I pass muster, counselor?” He teases.

“With the first test.” You nod eagerly, getting air back in your lungs as you reach to drag him up for a kiss. You haven’t gotten to yet and now that he’s had his mouth on you, you’re dying to indulge.

Max goes willingly, fusing his mouth to yours and sliding his hands up under your shirt. Wanting to get his hands on your tits for a long time, he moans as he cups them over your bra and slides his tongue into your mouth at the same time.

Moaning into the kiss is a natural instinct. His large hands envelope your overheated skin easily, somehow easing the heat of arousal at the same time he intensifies it. It’s you who tears your shirt away, ready to just throw every stitch aside and thoroughly fucking enjoy yourself.

He pulls away from you to admire the view as he unhooks your bra and tosses it away. "Fucking in your shoes, I'm digging it." He teases, pinching your nipples and ducking down to pull one into his mouth.

“Feels—” His talented mouth cuts you off and you almost squeal, letting it dissolve into a sinful moan. “Dirtier.” You finish your thought with one hand cradling his head to your tits encouragingly and the other fisting his shirt blindly to follow the trail of his torso down to the pronounced bulge in his pants.

"You are dirty." He groans, pulling off your tit with a pop and then biting it playfully before he nips the other. "Gonna fuck you like the dirty fucking girl you are right here."

“It’s a good thing you got my pussy nice and wet, then.” With one hand wrapped around the thick length protruding from his pants, your other starts working open his belt. “It’ll be nice and easy to slide that big cock in right away.”

He smirks and stands straight while you pull open his pants and groans when his cock is your hot hands. "Fuck." He hisses, twitching when your thumb presses against the tip. "I'm gonna be balls deep and die happy." He jokes.

"You mean you're not a real undead bad boy?" Putting on a pout of faux disappointment keeps you from laughing, knowing that he knows all about Evan's Max is a vampire crusade. The very last thing you're about to do when you have his thick length throbbing in your hand is laugh. "Darn."

He doesn't even answer you, just thrusts into your grip. "Line me up, Pussy Cat." He hums. "I'm gonna make you cum like this then I'm going to turn you over so I can watch your ass bounce."

"Promises, promises," you tease, not that you have any doubt he can do it. He's not even out of breath while you're a panting and whimpering mess. You don't hesitate to do as he tells you, though, leaning back a little to let your legs fall open wide so that you can position the blunt head of his cock at the entrance of your dripping pussy.

"Fuck, look at that pretty little pussy cat." He smirks and watches you while he breeches your entrance and starts filling you steadily, inch by inch.

He feels thicker splitting you open than he did in your hand, and your head drops back when you let out a deep groan of pleasure. Max doesn’t stop until he’s fully bottomed out inside you and you don’t want him to - making lascivious noises of approval with every inch until his hips are flush against yours and then you’re diving back in for more kisses. Wrapping your arms around his neck keeps him close but you grind your hips down against his and whimper happily. “Fuck me, baby. Come on. Need you.”

Max snarls slightly, his grip turning bruising for a split second before he relaxes and grins at you. "I can do that, sweetheart." He growls. "Guaranteed." Pulling his hips back, he snaps them forward harshly.

“Yes!” The force of the thrust pushes you back on the counter and you keep your arms around Max, sinking your teeth playfully into his neck for a moment because he seemed to have liked you using your teeth earlier. “Just like that.”

"Fuck." His dick twitches deep inside you and his own fangs spring out of his gums. He doesn't bite you though. Not wanting to change you right now, so he just keeps his head over your shoulder so you don't see his slightly feral expression. His hips rock faster after you bite him, ready to give you what you want.

It’s fierce and needy after that. Rough in all the right ways, like you hadn’t been the only one secretly pining in the office ever since Max joined the company earlier in the year. Or, if not pining, you definitely weren’t the only one with filthy thoughts about the other. Every once in a while his grip tightens to near bruising and you moan every time, loving the harshness of a little pain with your pleasure. You’ve always been that way and know for a fact that Evan is gentler than a basket of fluffy kittens, which is one of the reasons you just never had any interest in your roommate. But this? This is your kind of fucking - dirty and delicious.

Groans pour out of his mouth, not because he's winded or anything human, but because you are fucking perfect. Taking his pace, his eagerness and wanting more. He can feel the way that you get even wetter when he forgets not to crush you for a second. Loses control slightly. It's intoxicating and your blood – fuck, it's like ambrosia right under the skin.

There’s no chance that people haven’t figured out what’s going on in here - from the locked door to your combined sounds to the harsh slap of skin on damp skin. Max’s cock is battering your pussy in the very best way and you hope like hell that you’ll be as sore as you think you will tomorrow. The idea of carrying that with you for a few days sounds perfect, especially if this is only going to be a one-time thing. Just a perfect little capsule of a memory of that one time you got railed in a hotel bathroom. Even that thought makes you gasp out in pleasure, legs tightening around his waist as you can feel the familiar twist of orgasm in your belly building up again.

“You gonna cum?” Max asks, smirking at you as he keeps drilling into you over and over again. He knows you are close, that fluttering little pussy of yours is about to explode and soak him. “Yeah, you are.” He huffs smugly. “Do it, Pussy Cat.”

You barely have it in you to be sassy in the moment, just rambling whatever pops into your head, and your fingers are digging into his leather covered shoulders with a tight pressure that doesn’t seem to phase him in the least. You turn your head to drag your teeth along the juncture of his long neck to egg him on. “So good,” you whine breathlessly, sucking hot marks into his skin with enthusiasm. “So fucking good, Max — fuck I’m gonna cum so hard.”

Max feels his face start to change, growling harshly and planting his face in your neck while he ramps up his pace to just beyond what is humanly possible. Wanting to feel it and hear you scream. “Do it.”

It takes mere seconds more, and you’re clinging to him when you feel the rush of overheated blood become an equally overheated flood from your cunt that drenches his cock with an unbelievable amount of cum. It’s so intense that your whole body locks up, turning your scream of his name into a strangled wail as you fall apart.

Hissing, Max doesn’t fuck you through it, instead he’s pulling out of you and manhandling you like a rag doll. Flipping you over and letting you fall forward while he pulls your cheeks apart and sinks back into your cunt with a victorious hum when your walls are still pulsing.

“Goddamn—fuuuck Max!” The strangled sob is punctuated by his name when he spears his cock back into you completely, burying his length to the hilt and extending the end of your orgasm so that your body shakes again in ecstasy as you try to grasp at anything on the counter so you don’t end up face down in a sink. You had no idea he was this strong - making you feel like a rag doll in his arm as he finds his rhythm again.

Now he’s grinning, watching his cock spear into you and make your ass bounce. His hands grip your hips as he rails into you. “Do it again.” He growls, wanting to feel you cum again. It’s a point of pride and he’s loving how you take it.

You’re about to gasp out a joke about how you’re gonna need a little more time before you can cum again when you lift your head to find his eyes in the mirror — and can’t find his face at all. The reflection of his clothing is clear as day: duster and shirt and torn open pants Moving behind you in rhythm with the merciless way he’s fucking you and fingerless gloves gripping tight to your hips as you find your own reflection unblemished in the large bathroom mirror. But Max? Max is as transparent as a summer breeze, only affecting the things he touches as you see his grip tighten on your flesh by the way the indents there deepen. You can feel it, and you can see the result, but you can’t see him.

“Holy shit…” With your eyes blown wide and the vision of your number one top fantasy right in front of you, another orgasm tears through you almost instantly. That years old pornographic dream of getting fucked by a vampire after getting through watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer is now so real that it’s turning your blood into wildfire and you can’t believe the way you moan as you shake and drench his cock all over again.

It’s your reaction that makes him slip up, the instant orgasm when you realize you don’t see his reflection. His fangs were grazing over your throat and when you clench down around him, he cuts you. Groaning when the coppery tang of your blood hits his tongue. Making him growl and start sucking sloppily while he fucks into you like the supernatural monster that he is.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” At this point you feel like your body might just tense up and be in a constant state of cumming for the rest of the time he’s fucking you. The sight of the light trickle of blood welling up on your neck only to be licked away by an invisible tongue seconds later makes you gasp and keen, and the instant realization that your vampire fantasy is now a vampire fetish just makes the whole thing better. For now the only downside is that he’s fucking you so hard that you can’t catch your breath to babble at him about how amazing it feels.

There’s a beauty to not being seen, not having his reflection in the mirror. You can’t see that his face has completely morphed. Turned into the more gruesome visage of his being. Brow heavy and eyes yellow tinged with red, Max snarls when he feels his body lock up, driving impossibly deep into your hot cunt and making a nearly demonic noise as he fills you with ropes of his impotent seed.

“Max!” Only his name falls from your tongue as he buries himself as deeply as possible in your body and follows you down the rabbit hole of pleasure. You feel boneless and wrecked and absolutely ecstatic in ways you can’t quite describe as you pant for air, crushed underneath his weight on the cold marble countertop.

He doesn’t need to recover or catch his breath. He could pull out of you right now and be perfectly fine, save for his face still being a twisted visage of the image he normally presented. Still he leans over you, savoring the feeling of your cunt fluttering and your thighs shaking. “Pussy Cat has a secret.” He teases playfully, his tongue lapping up one last drop of your blood before he bites his lip and lets a drop of his blood heal your wound as if it never happened.

“A fucking convenient one.” Still mostly breathless, you twist under him to be able to see his face. The ridges and bumps of his transformation draw your eyes across them as you take it all in, fascinated rather than terrified with his cock still buried inside you. Your eyelids flutter a little, that flash of pure attraction undeniable in your veins. The same ones he just drank from. “You’re actually a vampire?”

“Shocker.” Max makes his face smooth back out, his now brown eyes wide and his lips twisted into a grin. “Evan is actually right about something.” He chuckles and opens his mouth so his fangs descend again to show you.

“Fuck.” It’s all excitement and wonderment on your part and you can’t deny it at all. “That’s…so fucking sexy,” you admit with a self-conscious giggle.

“Knew I liked you.” He teases, slapping your ass playfully as he leans back to let you straighten up. “Least you don’t have to worry about an accident with me.”

“Thank god.” When you stand up again it’s like a miniature flood from your pussy and you laugh again. “Because you cum like a fucking Super Soaker.” It’s nothing a couple of paper towels can’t clean up, but it’s fun to tease.

“Is there any other way?” Max asks as he uses another sink to clean up and hands you the shorts you had worn. Your panties slide into his pocket with a mischievous wink to you.

“Pathetic dribbles, usually.” You’ve never been dishonest with yourself about why you’re single, knowing that you like a rougher and more physically demanding sex life and that balancing that with a man who isn’t also an absolute jackass or abusive in some way isn’t easy. It’s why you embraced the ‘Cat’ jokes. Better a cat lady than miserable or bored, at least in your book. “Don’t worry,” you murmur, offering him a smile as you slip on your shorts. “I won’t tell.”

It’s surprisingly nice to hear you say that. No fear or worry in your voice, just confidence that he can trust you to keep a secret. The only other people in the office who knew are the ones he’s already changed. And Evan’s stupid ass, but no one believes him. “Let me feed you more than lame ass Halloween cocktails and canapés tomorrow.” He says suddenly. “Before I fuck you to death again.”

“I—what?” Having reached down to pick your t-shirt and bra up off the floor, you straighten up and look at him quizzically. Not because you’re not interested, obviously, but just because you’re surprised. “Are you asking me out?”

“I mean— I guess—uh, yeah.” He frowns slightly as if he’s just worked out that is what he’s actually doing. “Unless you have a strict ‘fuck but not date your boss’ policy?” He jokes, trying to cover up the slight nervous fear that you might turn him down. That you just wanted a quick bang in the bathroom.

“Not at all.” It’s almost a pity to get dressed, but he’s already cleaned up and tucked himself away, so you clip your bra on again easily. “Actually I’ve never fucked or dated my boss before at all, so this is new territory for me.” You pull your t-shirt over your head and adjust, smoothing out the wrinkles. “Seven o’clock tomorrow? You know where I live.”

“Yeah.” Max nods, checking his clothes in the mirror and then looking back at you. “Got some blood on your shirt, Pussy Cat.”

“Call it a souvenir.” A memento, you think with a grin. Throwing him a wink, you lean in to kiss him one more time before moving back toward the door. “See you out there?” It’s an effort to not come across as clingy, that you are so overly nonchalant. Because in reality you want to prance out there on his arm and proudly dare anyone to give you shit about disappearing to fuck.

Evan pounces on you as soon as you appear out of the hallway leading to the bathrooms. “Tell me you didn’t.” He practically hisses.

“Didn’t what?” You ask, feigning innocence. Of course he was going to get nasty about this. It’s not like it’s a secret that he hates Max.

“Come on, we need to go.” Evan is nearly panicking, seeing the spot of blood on your shirt. “We’re leaving.”

“Oh my god you’re so overprotective.” Overprotective and with an annoyingly tight grip as he steers you toward the other end of the ballroom with determination. You barely have a chance to glance back, catching a glimpse of Max right before even drags you out the door. You might have even liked the little bit of manhandling if you hadn’t just been fucked within an inch of your life by a vampire.

Max chuckles to himself as he sees you pull a harsh frown at your roommate. Tomorrow is going to be fun. He hopes like hell you don’t tell Evan about your date.

******

You oversleep like hell the next day, worn out but feeling energized all the same. The ache in your thighs is so gorgeously satisfying and you sit in the living room in your pjs with a book until it’s time to shower and get ready for your date. Evan has been out doing god knows what all day with Tim so you haven’t had to avoid more arguing like the night before. It got bad enough that you have nearly threatened to move out if he tried to keep telling you what to do. By the time Evan comes home, you’re showered and dressed and finishing your makeup, just watching the clock tick down in anticipation.

“Where are you going?” The mournful eyes he gives you can’t hide being bitterly upset. He doesn’t know why you don’t believe him. He’s only got your best interests at heart, maybe a little selfish on his part, but that was to be expected.

“Out.” This time you don’t mean to be evasive, you just really don’t know where Max is taking you. “Dinner, I think. Did you have a good day?” Despite being pissed at him for presuming to tell you how to live your life, he’s still your friend.

“No.” Evan shakes his head. “I don’t want you to be mad at me, but Max is dangerous.” He stresses, imploring you to understand.

“Ev, I really don’t want to fight with you, but you need to drop it.” Pinching your eyes shut doesn’t banish the tinge of a headache that you can feel forming from the topic, and you turn to check your reflection in the mirror one more time - eventually biting back a grin when you remember looking up to see no reflection at all behind you last night. “I know you don’t like him,” you tell Evan. “But you are also very biased against him by your own admission.”

He sighs sulkily. “Want me to go with you?” He offers, wanting to find out where you are going. You’re mad at him and it’s not something he likes, but he hates you being so blasé about Max. “Maybe we could go to that bar around the corner.”

The lobby buzzer sounds from the wall panel in your kitchen at the same moment you turn and frown at your roommate. “Do I want you to come on my date with me? Come on, Evan. No. That’s both weird and honestly a little rude. Especially when I haven’t even told you who it’s with.” He’ll find out in a second, but you go over and hit the buzzer to let him into the lobby so he can come upstairs. Evan’s going to have to get over it eventually.

“You’re going on a date?” If possible, he looks even more remorseful, but he shakes his head. “I didn’t— it’s not Max, is it?”

“What if it was?” You pick up your jacket from the hook by the door and double check your pockets for your wallet, phone, and keys. “I couldn’t tell you, could I?” It just makes you shake your head, honestly a little heart sore over the whole thing. “I can’t be excited that the guy I’ve liked for ages finally asked me out because my roommate is on a righteous crusade against him.”

“It’s not a crusade!” Evan insists, reaching out for your hand. “I d-don’t want to see anything happen to you.” He doesn’t want you dating anyone but he really doesn’t want you dating Max. The idea that you have a crush on him hurts, considering you know what he did to him.

“Ev…” You sigh, turning to face him even as you hear footsteps approaching your door. “I swear, if he hurts me or doesn’t treat me right, or does anything that I don’t like, I will dump his ass faster than lightning.” Even so, the rhythmic knock on the door makes you grin, eager to see Max again after just a day.

It’s important that you qualify that you don’t like talking about Max hurting you or being disrespectful, because there are definitely kinds of ‘hurt’ that you enjoy more than most. “And I’m not asking you to suddenly be best friends with him or even spend time around him outside of work. I’m just…I really like him. And I want to see where this goes.”

Was what happened between them in college shitty? Of course. But that lies as much on Evan’s shitty girlfriend’s shoulders as anyone else in your opinion, and you squeeze his hand before going to open the door for Max.

“Hey Pussy Cat!” Max grins, wearing jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket. He peels off his sunglasses as he looks you up and down with a very pleased expression and then offers the flowers he had brought. Flowers for dates were a must. Especially after the way he fucked you. “You look good enough to eat!”

“Don’t be mean,” you chide him, knowing his hearing is good enough that he definitely just heard you defend him to Evan. The flowers he has brought are stunning - deep reds and purples dotted with blues. “Do you want to come in while I put these in water? They’re beautiful.”

“Are you inviting me in?” He waggles his brows playfully and Evan nearly turns purple.

“SEE? He has to be invited in! Only vampires do that!” Evan’s voice nearly reaches the soprano range, it’s gone up so many octaves.

Max chuckles and steps into the entryway of your apartment. “Actually pal…that’s the same for demons, goblins and warlocks. Witches get a free pass for some reason.”

“Witches are still human.” Is the explanation you offer, figuring that playing along with the game is the way to be the least conspicuous. “Do you two need to be separated while I put these in my room or can you be in the same room without killing each other?” It’s kind of an honest question, all things considered, but you raise an eyebrow at Max asking him to behave as you grab your vase from the kitchen counter.

“I’m always a team player.” Max reminds you innocently, even fluttering his lashes at you. He’s not physically hurt Evan since punching him in the nose after he had been a little shit and lied to get him expelled and academically shunned from every fucking college but the one where he was turned into a vampire. “Ev and I will be fine, won’t we?” He throws his arm around Evan’s shoulder and squeezes him close as he grins at him, enjoying the other man’s discomfort.

“Be nice, please.” Is your one request, made to both of them, before you disappear to deposit the beautiful buds in the vase that will sit on your bedside table.

“Get off of me.” Evan hisses, shrugging out from Max’s arm and turning on him. “If you hurt her…” He trails off to seem more threatening and Max shoots him a grin.

“Buddy… pal…” He coos. “Don’t worry. It’s gonna be fine. Just…” He winks at Evan. “Make sure you have some good headphones tonight.”

You can hear them as you disappear down the hall and allow yourself to grin, shaking your head at the way Max doesn’t even pretend to assure Evan you won’t get hurt. Because there is no way your friend could wrap his head around the fact that having Max’s fangs cut into your skin was half of what made you cum so hard last night. Pain and pleasure mixed – and the promise of more – make you shiver with anticipation as you quickly drop the vase of flowers beside your bed.

Maybe you’ll ask Max to go back to his place, though, just so you don’t rub it in. Because you are definitely going to make some noise tonight. Your throbbing pussy insists on it.

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