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cummin-n-cryin · 1 year

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could we get like a floyd version of the jade camping trip? like similar themes but just floyd?

~Thank you for your request!

The Camping Trip - Part 2

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!

Floyd Leech x gn!reader

Tw: Dubcon, Nsfw, drugging/aphrodisiac, yandere???, reader gets injured, there's blood, lemme know if I missed anything!

Wordcount: 6,423

Side Note: OMG I'm so sry for taking forever to write things! I ended up getting into a really bad writing slump but I'm feeling a lot better now and I'm gonna try writing a whole lot more. Sry if this sucks!

You had been wanting to spend some time alone.

The craziness of NRC was slowly getting to you and you just really needed a break. It took you awhile to rack your brain for ideas on how exactly you could take such a break. It wasn't until you had listened to Ruggie tell you about the plants and herbs he likes to collect from the mountains that you suddenly came up with an idea.

There was only one problem with your idea.

Headmage Crowley.

"I will not allow you to go camping in the woods all by yourself!" Crowley said with a huff. You crossed your arms looking annoyed at the masked man, "Why not? I'm perfectly capable of surviving out there! Or are you just upset that you won't have someone to do all your work for you for a week?"

Crowley huffed in annoyance, his feathers seemingly ruffled. "I'm sure you are very capable and I am not at all upset!" Crowley said defensively. "I just cannot allow you to go out on your own. You are magicless and what if you hurt yourself? Ah! I feel faint just imagining all the terrible things that could happen to you out there!" Crowley said while dramatically leaning back in his chair.

You sighed as you decided it'd be better to just leave at this point. "At least take one person with you!" Crowley yelled as you shut the door to his office.

Well, he didn't say you couldn't go on your camping trip. Though, while you hate to admit it, the Headmage was kind of right. What if you did get hurt? How would you get help? Yeah, you have your phone but who knows if anyone will actually answer in time or if the reception will even work out there.

You slowly made your way back to Ramshackle. On the way you thought of who you should bring with you.

Obviously, you weren't bringing Ace, Deuce or Grim. Those three are partly the reason you need a break in the first place!

Sebek wasn't a bad choice but you'd rather not listen to him ramble on about Malleus. After thinking of a couple more people, you eventually decided on either Jack or Ruggie.

Ruggie was good for his knowledge on the mountain plants and cooking but Leona almost always has Ruggie running around doing things for him so, he probably wouldn't agree to go with you.

Jack, on the other hand, seemed like a much better option. He's strong and reliable and unlike some people, he wouldn't do anything stupid.

You're quickly thrown out of your thoughts when you accidently walk into someone. You quickly try to apologize only to be interrupted by a loud drawn out, "Shrimpy~!"

He hugged you tightly, a bit too tightly. "Ha- Floyd," you wheeze out. Floyd laughed a bit before releasing you, "So, what's got ya so distracted, hm?"

You question whether you should really tell him but quickly decide there's no real harm in telling him the truth. With a sigh, you tell him how you convinced Crowley to let you go camping out in the woods for a week however, you have to bring at least one person with you.

"Ooooh sounds fun~ Who do you plan on bringing with you?" Floyd asks with a lazy smile on his lips. You take a moment to think, "Well, I'm thinking of bringing Jack-"

"Jack?" Floyd interrupts sounding surprised.

"Uh, yeah Jack," you say cautiously. Floyd suddenly grabs your shoulders, "No bring me! I wanna go, I wanna go! You gotta bring me with you!" he bursts out.

Out of all the people you could bring, Floyd was definitely on the lower end of the list.

Ever since that one time you met him in alchemy class, you've tried your best to avoid him but when you really think about it, out of everyone, he's the one most likely to just up and leave if he gets bored enough and well, Crowley can't make a fuss because technically you did bring someone with you. He didn't mention anything about that person actually staying with you.

So, it was decided. "Yeah, I guess you can come along then."

"Yay!" Floyd says with a large grin on his face. "Oh, I gotta go tell Azul," he suddenly says before running off. "Bye, bye shrimpy!" He waved while running to what you assumed was the direction of the Mostro Lounge.

You shook your head, "What a weirdo."

Walking in the woods with Floyd was quite the troublesome experience. He'd frequently say he was too tired of carrying his stuff and just give it to you to carry while he ran off somewhere, or he'd try dragging you somewhere off the path with him to go and explore whatever it is that caught his eye.

It was annoying to repeatedly tell Floyd that he can go exploring later after you two have set up the camp.

When you eventually found a good spot to set up you let out a sigh of relief. Finally, you can relax.

Except Floyd has run off again leaving you to set up the camp all by yourself. It's kind of nice to see Floyd so excited to run around and explore but he could at least help you a little bit!

As you're busy regretting your decision to bring Floyd with you, you hear a rustling noise and what sounds like footsteps behind you. Oh great, Floyd's come back to bother you again. Instead of turning to greet him, you try to focus on hammering the stupid tent into the ground.

But something feels off.

You grow nervous. Floyd would have said something dumb by now. You turn around only to see...

Nothing.

Looking around, you found you were completely alone. You walked around the area trying to see if Floyd was nearby but no matter where you looked you didn't see any trace of him.

You started to question if it was even Floyd at all. It could've just been an animal, would've been some heavy footsteps for an animal though. Or it was Floyd and you just didn't hear him run off back into the woods?

Deciding that figuring this out wasn't worth your time, you turn to go back to the tents. That is until you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder.

"AHHH!" you screamed before quickly turning around to hit whatever just grabbed your shoulder.

"Ahaha!" Floyd laughed as he quickly caught your hand.

"Shrimpy, what's got you so riled up, huh?" he asked while leaning close to your face. You quickly pulled your arm out of his grip, "Floyd! Don't scare me like that."

He laughed, "Sorry shrimpy but I got you a gift~" he said while holding his "gift" up for you to see.

"Put that down!" you yell.

Floyd pouts, "Awww, shrimpy doesn't like my gift?" he says while the rabbit he's holding tries to escape his grip. "No, I don't! Put them back where you found them!"

With a sigh, Floyd relents and drops the poor rabbit watching it run off into the woods. You go back to working on the tents as Floyd either watches you work or runs off somewhere again.

Once the tents are finished you look up to the sky. You got plenty of daylight left to mess around and you tell Floyd. With a sharp-toothed grin, Floyd grabs your hand and runs off into the woods with you.

Floyd shows you some of the cool things he found while you were busy. Mostly it's stuff he thinks would be cool to climb or interesting looking plants before he suddenly darts off in a random direction.

You try to follow him but he's fast and you quickly lose track of him. You keep running in the direction you thought he went only to stumble upon a lake.

Looking around, you don't see him anywhere nearby. You kick rocks around as you follow the edge of the lake. It's a nice view that's for sure.

Bending down, you pick up a small rock. It has a semi smooth surface and you decide out of boredom to throw it into the lake. The small splashing noise is satisfying to hear but then you hear a much louder splashing sound coming from somewhere in the lake.

You turn to look at where you think the splashing noise is coming from only to get drenched in water.

A loud boisterous laugh echoes in your ears as you try to get the lake water out of your eyes. You look down to see Floyd in his merform. He's still giggling as you look down at him in irritation. While it's not the first time you've seen him in his more eel-like form, it's still a bit of a surprise whenever you do get to see it.

"Hehehe~ I got you a better gift this time shrimpy," Floyd says holding up a fairly large fish. "And what do you expect me to do with it?" you ask while hesitantly touching the fish to see if it was still alive.

He looks at you blankly, "Uhh, cook it?" You huff a laugh, "You want me to cook it after you left me to set up the entire camp by myself?" Floyd grins up at you, "Ah, shrimpy you're not mad at me, are you?"

"Maybe I am," you say as you turn to leave. You hear him flounder for something to say before feeling a hand grab the back of your shirt. You're pulled backwards and you thrash around as the cold water seeps through your clothes. You feel Floyd's chest pressing into your back as he hugs you tightly.

"Let me go, the water's cold!" you yell as you thrash around in his grip. His grip only tightens in response, "Aha~ shrimpy, if you keep moving around so much, I might just drag you to the deepest part of this lake and leave you there."

His threat made you still your movement. It became oddly quiet after that and in the silence you became very aware of not only the sounds of the water around you but of how Floyd was holding you.

You became far too aware of the feeling of his chest pressing into your back each time he breathed. You could feel his arms just slightly loosen around you, seemingly knowing that you had no plans of escaping any time soon. You weren't sure why of all times now he had to get all touchy with you and if you could complain you would, but you don't.

While Floyd seemed to be having a good time holding you in his arms, you just wanted to get it over with. You were only growing colder and in his eel form he didn't produce much body heat.

Suddenly, he moves his head near yours. You can feel his breath ghost over your ear as he whispers from behind you, "You're so small shrimpy~"

You let out an annoyed sigh, "Pretty much everyone's small compared to you Floyd." He lets out a light laugh in response as he finally lets you go.

You quickly crawl out of the cold water. Looking back, you see Floyd gazing up at the sky seemingly lost in thought. "I'm heading back to camp. Have fun doing whatever you're doing," you say before leaving.

Thankfully, it's not too long of a walk before you end up back at the camp. You go into your tent and quickly change your clothes.

You don't sit around and wait for Floyd, instead you busy yourself with making a campfire and fixing up things around the camp.

It's not until the sun begins to set that you see Floyd again.

"Shrimpy!" you hear Floyd yell. You turn and see him running up to you with a fish in his hand. You recognize it as his "gift" to you or maybe it's a different fish, you can't really tell.

Floyd surprisingly helps to cook the fish with very little fuss or complaint. While you both wait for the fish to cook, you snack on random things you brought with you and Floyd ends up pulling out a couple books from his backpack.

"Ugh, Jade kept botherin' me with these stupid books," Floyd says, briefly opening the books only to toss them on the ground next to him. Curiously looking over at the books, you see that they're nothing too special, just some basic hiking safety books along with some books about flora and fauna.

"You know, they are useful," you say before gazing back at the campfire. "Are they?" he asks, picking one of the books off the ground and flipping through the pages.

You grow quiet as you get lost in your thoughts.

"Ow!" you yell as something hits your back. You turn to see Floyd had thrown the book at you. Before you say anything, Floyd asks, "Are you trying to bore me?" he looks at you blankly, making it hard to tell what he's feeling.

You aren't sure what to say. He isn't wrong. You did invite him because you knew that out of everyone he's the one who would ditch you the fastest if he got bored enough but were you really going to tell him that? Maybe telling him that would be a good idea? Maybe he'd finally go away so you can actually relax for once.

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd eventually go away so I could relax." you didn't intend to sound so harsh but you felt it was kind of justified considering his behavior so far.

Floyd doesn't respond, instead he stares at the fire. You slowly grow concerned at his lack of a response. Did you make him upset? Was he mad at you?

You become more worried as each second passes and when he stands up you almost believe that he was about to make his threat at the lake a reality.

"Alright," Floyd says before walking off.

"Wha- Where are you going?" you ask confused. "I'm leaving so you can relax," he responds simply before disappearing into the woods.

You make no move to stop him. He didn't appear to be upset or angry at least. You then look up gazing at the stars above you before looking back into the direction he walked off. You know he's capable of defending himself but still...

You couldn't help but worry a little bit about him.

Two days pass and still there's no sign of Floyd.

You're glad that you can finally spend time by yourself but you're also worried about where Floyd had gone. You hope that he just went back to NRC but you can never be sure with someone like him.

It doesn't help that only yesterday you found out just how bad the reception was out here. Which was only made worse when it started to rain. Thankfully, it was just a light drizzle but still, you'd have to be much more careful walking around and exploring now that everything was wet.

Wandering around the woods after it had rained was nice. The smell of the tree's wet bark along with the other plant life was strong and the wind was crisp. It was refreshing.

You end up walking on a particularly thin trail. It wasn't hard to navigate but considering that to your left there was a steep drop off, you'd have to be careful walking. You wouldn't die by any means but it'd be quite the tumble if you did fall down. With all the rocks and trees around you could really hurt yourself.

Trying your best to be careful, you take slow and cautious steps. Out of everything, the leaves on the ground were currently your worst enemy. You've already slipped a few times from those damn wet leaves. It seems no matter how careful you are these leaves were planning your demise.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard crunching sounds near you. Looking around, you don't see anything. You quickly assume it was probably just an animal or something. Shaking your head, you go back to walking.

It feels like your heart just stopped beating.

You're breath is caught in your throat and you can feel your hair standing on end.

You feel a pair of hands resting on your shoulders.

Suddenly, the hands harshly grip you and before you can turn around or react, they roughly shove you to the left.

You roll down the steep slope of the mountain. As you roll down, just briefly, you swear you could see something blue.

Desperately, you try to grab onto anything around you to stop yourself from tumbling. Your fingers dig into the ground yet it does little to stop you. You panic as you quickly lose your sense of direction.

Colliding roughly into a rock, you wheeze as your breath is harshly knocked out of you. You try to regain your breathing only to find it extremely painful to do so. The right side of your ribs throb painfully with each little breath you take. You attempt to move your body but you find that the only thing you can move without being in pain is your left arm. Carefully, you touch your ribs and shakily move your hand to your eyes, you see blood.

You grunt as you place your arm back on the ground. You decide it's best to stop moving at all as with each movement you just feel worse and worse. You briefly close your eyes.

Each time you open your eyes you find it more and more difficult to do so. You can hear the sound of crunching leaves nearby and as the darkness consumes your vision, you swear you see a glimpse of familiar turquoise hair.

You wake sluggishly.

As you slowly open your eyes, you almost instantly recognize your surroundings. You're in your tent. But, how?

You try to sit up only to feel a searing pain in your ribs. Okay, well you're definitely not getting up any time soon.

Carefully, you try to observe what parts of you that you can. You find that your arms are covered in bandages. You make an attempt to observe the rest of your body and through a bit of slight painful maneuvering, you finally get the blanket off of you. Much like your arms, your legs have bandages on them as well and of course your ribs have been wrapped in bandages.

Unfortunately, you also discover that apart from the blanket covering you, the only other thing covering you was your underwear.

You gently place the blanket back over yourself. You wanted to thank whoever had helped you but couldn't they have at least put your shirt back on?

You wonder if the person who helped you was someone you knew or not. There's a lot of people who go wandering around the woods so who knows, it could be a random passerby or it could be someone from the college. Well, whoever it may be they seem to be quite experienced in wrapping injuries.

The pain in your ribs knocks you out of your thoughts and you wonder if the person who helped you will come back or not. You let out a shaky sigh and decide to rest up a bit more.

Closing your eyes you slowly fall asleep.

You feel like you just closed your eyes as you suddenly wake again.

The crunching of leaves can be heard outside your tent. You grow nervous as you hear the footsteps approach your tent.

You're suddenly blinded by the bright light from outside. You rub your eyes and you finally see the person who helped you.

"Goddamn it," you grumble out.

"Wakey, wakey little shrimpy~" Floyd says, peering down at your disheveled form.

He approaches you, kneeling down next to you he shoves a bowl of... something in your face. It appears to be some kind of soup. You look up questioningly at Floyd, all he does is smile at you as you cautiously grab the bowl.

You won't lie, the soup does smell quite good but knowing Floyd, you can't ever trust him with these kinds of things.

"What is it?" you ask as you imagine all the terrible things he could have put in this mysterious soup.

"Soup!" he responds simply, still giving you the same bright smile. You roll your eyes, "Yeah I can see that but what kind of soup is it?" Floyd shrugs, "I dunno. I just put a bunch of good stuff in it."

Of course. You sigh and place the bowl next to you; you'll eat it later...

"Oh! I need to check your injuries now," Floyd says before trying to pull the blanket off of you. "Hey!" you yell as you try to pull it back on you. Floyd grabs the blanket while giving you an annoyed look, "Let me see."

You can't keep pulling the blanket towards you as your rib starts throbbing in pain. You're embarrassed to let him see you in your underwear but you'd rather not be in pain so, you finally relent and let him pull the blanket off of you.

Floyd's face is blank as he looks over the bandages. He touches here and there, occasionally causing you to hiss in pain. When he gets to your ribs, he seems to really take his time.

You almost feel like he's caressing your ribs with the way he seems to be so slowly running his fingers over the bandages. You don't say anything as you just want to get it over with but when his hand slowly makes its way from your ribs to your stomach, you can't hold your tongue.

"Your hands are cold," you grumble. Floyd quickly moves his hand back to your ribs, "Aha~ sorry shrimpy."

"Are you done touching me?" you ask annoyed. Floyd pouts, "Aww, I thought for a moment shrimpy liked me touching them like this."

You feel your face heat up at his words, "Wha- No I don't! Why are you even touching my ribs so much for, huh?!"

Floyd looks at you irritated, "I was just tryin' to see if it was broken!"

You huff a laugh, "Oh sure~ Was it really for no other reason?" you say tauntingly.

You see a light blush settle on his cheeks as he looks away from you. You hate to admit it but he honestly looks kind of cute when he's flustered. It almost makes you forget that this man likes to beat people up for fun.

"Well thanks for bandaging me I guess," you mutter. His mood quickly changes, "Oh, I didn't fix you up," he says nonchalantly.

What?

"Then who-"Anyway!" Floyd interrupts you. "Seems like you're fine." He stands up, "Make sure to eat your soup, it'll make ya feel better!" he says before leaving your tent.

You're at a loss for words but decide that you don't actually care all that much. Whatever, he can keep his secrets. You're way too tired and in pain to care about it.

Looking over, you see the bowl of soup. It looks okay and it smells okay so.. it can't be that bad, right?

Against your better judgement you take a sip.

Oh! It actually tastes good?

It kind of tastes like a regular chicken soup, just a little more... earthy? There's definitely a couple of ingredients you don't recognize but, it tastes good so you won't complain.

When you awake the next day you feel much better.

Though you do feel a bit hot but it could just be the weather. At least you're able to breathe a bit easier and you can move a bit more but you're still careful not to move too much.

You remember that Floyd had to change your bandages last night. Dark purple and blue bruises were scattered around your body along with scrapes and cuts from your fall.

Your torso however, was quite a sight. The skin on the right side of your rib cage looked almost black and if you didn't know any better, you'd think your rib was broken or shattered. Thankfully, Floyd reassured you that as far as he can tell it's only the worst bruise you've probably ever had in your entire life.

Looking down at your newer bandages you can see how rushed they look compared to when you first woke up. If he really was telling the truth about someone else wrapping you up then...

You sigh to yourself. It's not that important, you're alive and getting better, that's what matters. Though you still wished he'd give you a shirt or at least something else other than the blanket to cover yourself with.

Thinking back to Floyd, you grow a bit worried about him. So far, he has only entered your tent to give you soup to eat and the occasional random snack. What you were really concerned about was how he seemed to be growing more and more nervous around you. He would often glance to the side or clench and unclench his hands, it worried you to see him like this.

It was dusk when Floyd walked into your tent with a bag of snacks in hand, he handed them to you. You thanked him before asking, "Floyd, are you alright?"

He paused for a moment before laughing, "Aww~ Is shrimpy worried about me? Don't worry about me I'm okay~"

"Your hands are shaking," you say pointedly. Indeed, his hands were shaking. You see his eyes widen briefly, "Ah- Well, we're going back to the college tomorrow."

Oh, you didn't even realize so many days had passed. So much for a relaxing trip. At least your injury will take some time to fully heal so, hopefully you'll get a small break.

"That doesn't explain why you seem so nervous," you say. Floyd's fingers twitch and he seems to bite his lip. He finally sighs before sitting down next to you. After a brief moment of silence, he giggles, "I want you."

"What?" you ask stunned.

You grow nervous as he continues, "Ever since I met you that one time in alchemy class, I've been thinking about you so much. I always see you hanging out with Crab and Mackerel and I just- I wanna squeeze 'em so bad aha~"

He puts his head in his hands, "I really like spending time with you even if we're not really doing anything interesting. I just feel so happy being around you~"

Floyd sighs as he looks up to the roof of the tent, "For a long time I couldn't figure out why I was like this around ya. I had a couple of ideas but when we were at the lake, I finally realized..."

He turns and looks at you with a sickly sweet smile and dark hooded eyes, "I'm in love with you."

You're at a loss for words.

"It's okay shrimpy, you don't gotta say nothin', it doesn't matter much anyway," he laughs.

You're confused and even more so when you realize just how warm your skin feels. Floyd nears you and your breath catches in your throat.

He reaches out and gingerly touches your shoulder. His touch is as light as a feather yet it sends your mind spiraling and you shudder. Unsure of what to do, you tightly grab his arm.

You're stuck between wanting to push him away and wanting to bring him closer. Deep down you know you should push him away but you also want to place his hand against your heated skin, to lean forward and brush your lips against his.

"What are you doing to me?" you whisper breathlessly as you gaze into his mismatched eyes. Floyd laughs, "Hmm, I dunno~ Maybe this?"

He carefully moves his hand from your shoulder and with a gentleness you didn't think he was capable of, he lightly grips your jaw. He leans towards you; you can feel his breath ghost over your lips before he finally kisses you. Anything left of your resolve shatters as you desperately kiss him back. His lips are soft against your own but you want more, so much more.

Much to your dismay, he pulls away only to roughly push you down forcing you to lay back on the ground. You wheeze a bit as your rib throbs in pain from the sudden movement.

"Sorry shrimpy. I'll try to be more careful," he says before leaning towards you again but he doesn't kiss you, instead, you feel his breath against your ear as he whispers, "I can't make any promises though~" His voice sends a shiver down your spine and you can't tell whether it's from anticipation or fear.

Floyd quickly kisses you again, much rougher this time. You run your hands through his soft turquoise locks as you pull him closer to you. You gingerly open your lips and he greedily accepts your invitation, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

It's strange, you don't know why you feel so strongly for him all of a sudden. All you've ever felt towards him was annoyance.

Annoyance at how loud he was, at how he would change moods at the bat of an eye, and annoyance at how he would always try to interact with you.

Whenever you crossed paths with him he would always try to touch you in some way whether it be trying to hold your hand, hug you, or just glide his fingers across your shoulder in passing while inviting you to come visit him at the Mostro Lounge.

"I got a special seat saved just for you shrimpy~" he'd say while giving you a wink. It annoyed you greatly back then. Though, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel something for him.

You'd always push the feeling away, never wanting to acknowledge even the slightest possibility that maybe, just maybe, you were slowly falling in love with him.

But now?

Pulling away from the kiss you look at him.

A light blush has settled on Floyd's face, his hair and clothes are disheveled, his lips are wet and his mismatched eyes gaze back at you questioningly. Your heart lurches in your chest at the sight and you can't stop yourself from speaking.

"I love you Floyd," you whisper.

Perhaps it was the heat that was slowly taking over your mind or perhaps it was something else that made the words spill from your mouth so easily but it felt like the truth when you said it.

Floyd's eyes widen, "Really?" You let out a light laugh as you place your hand against his cheek, "Yeah, really."

He looks off to the side nervously, "So, I didn't need to drug your soup then?"

For a moment you snap out of your lustful haze, "What?"

He suddenly grabs your face forcing you to look at him, "Forget it shrimpy. It's not important. Just focus on me." Your mind goes blank as he quickly kisses you again.

The kiss is brief and as he pulls away you reach out to pull him back but he pushes your hands away as he sits up. You realize why as he grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up and off of him.

Your heart races in your chest and you can feel your face grow hotter as you openly stare at his body. It's easy for you to forget just how well defined his body is as the loose-fitting clothing he regularly wears easily conceals his physique.

You take in a shaky breath as his hand caresses your cheek before gently moving down to your neck. His fingers lightly graze your collar bone before resting there. You can't tell exactly what he's thinking but he seems almost... hesitant to continue. You decide to try and help him out.

Carefully, you reach out and grasp the hem of his pants, lightly tugging them down. Floyd lets out a breathless laugh, "Gettin' impatient, huh shrimpy? That's okay, so am I~" He grabs his pants and pulls them down. You can see his arousal practically begging to be let out of his boxers.

Before he can even think of trying to stop you, you quickly slip your hand into his boxers. Floyd gasps and almost falls on top of you as you lightly squeeze his semi-hard cock.

"Ah! You're so mean shrimpy~!" he whines out as your hand lightly squeezes around his girth. You gently stroke him, feeling his cock throb in your hand as he becomes more aroused. He hisses, biting his bottom lip as he tries to stop himself from thrusting into your hand. His eyes close and his breaths grow heavy as you continue to touch him.

Suddenly he pulls your hand off of him. You recoil thinking that perhaps you went too far if the annoyed expression on his face was anything to go by. You then gasp in surprise as he grabs your underwear and tries to tear it off of you. Embarrassed, you try to close your legs but Floyd tightly grips your thighs forcing your legs open.

Almost instantly, his annoyed expression is replaced with a lazy smirk as he gazes down at you. You feel his fingers graze your entrance, "Do ya really want me that bad shrimpy~?" he asks.

You hold your breath as you feel him push a finger into you. "Y-yes," you moan out as you feel him add another finger. He scissors your insides and you groan for more. He merely laughs at your desperation as he leans over you. You can feel his chest press against yours as he places gentle kisses against your neck. He's so close, so close to giving you what you want. His fingers aren't enough and you tell him as much.

He sighs, "Okaaay~ Just for you," he says as he pulls his fingers out of your slick hole.

Reaching down, he grasps his cock. He strokes himself, spreading your slick/slickness/wetness(?) across his length before lining himself up with your entrance. You both moan as his cock finally slips inside you. The feeling of your wet hot walls being stretched to accommodate his cock made your eyes roll.

Slowly, he thrusts into you trying his best not to hurt you. Each movement making his cock sink deeper and deeper inside you. He presses featherlight kisses against your neck, occasionally nipping your skin with his sharp teeth. You wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get more comfortable.

With your desperate moans encouraging him to continue, it doesn't take too long for you to hit the base of his shaft. Still, Floyd is careful. Slowly thrusting in and out of you as you moan at the feeling of his thick cock filling you up with each agonizingly slow thrust.

While you're glad he's trying to make sure you're comfortable, you're slowly growing impatient. You sharply thrust your hips into his to show him as much and he suddenly stills. He looks down at you with a knowing grin. "Ha~ You should be more careful shrimpy. I might not be able to hold myself back~" he warns.

"Unless, that's what you want?" he asks, licking his lips as he gazes at you with a strange look in his eyes. "Maybe I do," you whisper as you pull him towards you and kiss him, lightly biting his lip.

He pulls away from the kiss with a soft laugh and his grip on you suddenly tightens. Almost instantly, Floyd wraps his arms around you, tightly pulling you into his chest. It almost feels as if you're being constricted.

You feel him breathing against your neck as his hips snap into you, you loudly cry out as he begins a brutal pace. Your nails dig into his back and your legs tighten around his waist pulling him deeper inside you. The feeling of being practically crushed against Floyd as he thrusted into you, like it was the last time he'd ever fuck you, made your head spin.

As he continued to ram himself into you, pleasure wasn't the only thing you felt. A slow throbbing pain was slowly building in the right side of your ribs.

His harsh thrusts and the way he was squeezing you so tightly against himself was greatly irritating to your badly bruised ribs.

"Floyd-" you gasp out as the pain intensifies, digging your nails even deeper into his back to try and get his attention. He doesn't seem to notice, far too focused on the feeling of your warm walls squeezing around him.

Despite the growing pain, you can feel yourself nearing your climax. Pain and pleasure becoming blurred in your mind as Floyd continues his bruising pace.

You feel tears in your eyes as you tighten around his cock and after a few more particularly harsh thrusts, you cum. You cry out as you reach your climax and your legs tighten around Floyd as you arch your back into him.

Floyd's breathing is shaky and his thrusts quickly become uneven as you squeeze around him. You can tell he's nearing his own end and just when you're glad he'll finally let you go he suddenly bites you... hard.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as his sharp teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder. He lets out a deep guttural moan as he finally spills inside you.

Hot tears run down your face as you try to push him off of you, the pain becoming far too much for you. Floyd pulls away from your shoulder, shakily holding himself up. You watch as he licks your blood from his lips.

He gently cups your cheek with his hand, thumbing away your tears, he leans down and places a delicate kiss upon your lips. You can taste your blood.

As he pulls away he looks down at you with a large grin, "You're so cute shrimpy and you taste so nice too~" You only mumble in response, closing your eyes.

You're far too exhausted to entertain him in conversation. Being basically crushed by him and then being bitten like that wasn't something you were quite prepared for.

Floyd lets out an annoyed sigh, "Fine, you can sleep but when you wake up again you better be ready for me~♡"

#idk how to tag this lmao #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #tw dubcon #tw aphrodisiacs #tw yandere

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Ooo maybe for Bianca and Sae, can you explain a moment when they were alone? And maybe Bianca realizing that she wants something more with him?

extra chapter: more than this

꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — part of priceless. sae has never thought of the possibility of being with bianca—until he’s forced to when a kiss proves that this friendship is more than he thought it was.

content: angst. some nsfw references; mentions of penetration. mentions of alcohol. word count: 2.9k

༝༚༝༚ sooo here have some bianca/sae lore hehehe <3 might be useful context for what’s coming up soon so :) just a bit, mwah <3

it’s almost masochistic to have a crush on someone like itoshi sae.

even being just friends with sae isn’t particularly easy for her—not when he’s about as proactive as a rock and as clueless as a baby when it comes to people’s feelings. still, he’s always there for her whenever she needs him, even if she has to explicitly tell him. then again, everyone knows he’s oblivious to anything other than soccer.

tonight is one of those nights; the japan soccer team is in town, and they’re apparently celebrating oliver’s birthday. bianca got an invite, mostly borne out of sae’s pity. probably. she’d called him earlier about feeling like shit; having a career as a model is fun—the glamour, the attention—it’s something she enjoys. being in front of the camera, having someone on the other end try to bring their vision to life by using her, and in turn she can participate in creating something beautiful.

at least, most of the time.

it’s being in the public limelight that’s hard. hundreds and thousands of people all privy to your every move, especially with the presence of the paparazzi. it’s hard, and it’s not something that normal people can ever understand, even if they try. it’s always much worse than they expect. especially when there’s negative comments about you pouring in on the internet, most of them untrue, or even when the internet loves to pit her against other people as if it’s a damn competition.

that’s why she’s here in the first place, with them in the club while all of them try to get oliver to drink himself silly. they probably won’t let him go until he’s wasted, which is why his manager’s right there to make sure he doesn’t do anything too out of line. (bianca thinks she looks a little too annoyed by him, relegating to the side and texting away at her phone, but bianca’s sure she would be too, in her shoes.)

being in a club with the base flooding her ears and being surrounded by people she barely knows isn’t the worst thing here. the worst thing is that there’s another model flirting with sae since before bianca got here. and she is flirting; with a finger twirling a lock of her hair and her occasionally leaning in towards sae as she laughs, even though sae probably didn’t even sae anything funny. bianca recognises her from a few of her covers.

she’s the one that’s constantly being pit against bianca, so of course she knows.

bianca wonders how sae knew her. did sae invite her?

“oh shit, sorry,” a guy—ryusei shidou, she realises, once she turns to look his way—mutters, accidentally bumping into her side. she’d met him a few times before this, whenever sae would let her tag along during their drinking sessions. “what’re you pouting for?”

“fuck off, shidou,” bianca sighs, completely not in the mood to try and play nice. not when miss rival is whispering something into sae’s ears.

taking the chance when sae is pulled aside by karasu, bianca approaches the girl, a condescending sneer on her face. if there’s anything she knows, it’s how to drive people away. it’s easy—scare them. people scare easy, even if they don’t look like it. the girl only greets her out of courtesy, and just with a simple threat to annul her biggest brand’s sponsorship if she ever dares to touch what belongs to bianca and she knows she’s won.

the girl scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. “careful, bianca, just because you’re a nepo baby doesn’t mean you’ll get away with it forever,” is all she says before walking off.

her words mean nothing to bianca. her parents are more than influential in this industry, with lots of connections. it’s not like she’s a fucking murderer. small threats like these are easy to cast aside—all anyone really needs is money, and bianca has plenty.

“oh, hey, did you see mia?” sae asks when he’s back a few minutes later, an extra drink in his hand. “she asked me to help get her a drink.”

of course she did, probably looking to get lucky enough with him tonight. bianca puts on an innocent face, “yeah actually, she said she wasn’t feeling too good and wanted to get some fresh air.”

“oh, okay.” sae accepts it without question, and bianca internally sighs in relief as she takes it as a sign that he probably isn’t even the least bit interested in her.

with a smirk, she takes one of the drinks from his hand, sipping lightly as she looks at him. “guess you’ll just have to drink with me.”

sae ruffles her hair, something that never fails to make her heart flutter. it’s a sign of affection that he only gives her, she’s realised as of late, and she accepts it proudly. she clinks her glass against his, and he begrudgingly takes a sip. he’s not too fond of alcohol, which is why she’s surprised that he even came with them in the first place.

“wanna just go outside and take a walk?” bianca suggests, raising her voice over the music, aching for some alone time with him. it’s been a long day and she’s in dire need of relief.

thankfully, sae doesn’t disagree, silently letting her tug on the sleeves of his cashmere sweater, bianca selectively ignoring shidou’s disagreeable comments. nothing will get in the way of her intended romantic stroll with sae.

and that proves to be right, because sae ignores the calls he’s getting from his friends, settling it with just a quick message—bianca can only imagine he’s typing a curt brb busy before he’s shoving the device back in his pocket.

“feeling better?” he asks, tone low and even, looking at her with eyes that seem deceptively harsh but bianca can see the kindness in them.

she grins, stars in her eyes whenever she looks at him. “mhm, just a little,” she tells him, wondering if he knows he’s the reason behind it. he could do nothing, just be right next to her, and it would make her feel impeccably better.

her fingers slip down from his sweater to his rough, big hands, tugging him towards her as she moves to take a picture of the two of them together. it’s a normal occurrence; bianca loves to take pictures with him—her phone is filled with them. though, in none of them are sae smiling. he’s always stoic and stone-faced and ignorant, just like the candid pictures the media takes of him.

after snapping two pictures, bianca pouts up at him, batting her extended eyelashes at him. “would it kill you to smile, sae?” she’s just trying her luck. really. she fully expects him to agree that it would, like he always does.

he doesn’t.

instead, he sighs, an arm around her shoulder as he smiles, a subtle one, a bare curve of the edge of his lips upwards, other free hand coming up to press on the shutter as he snaps one picture for her. then it’s back to his usual stoic face.

“there, happy?”

the way he says it holds no malice. purely, he just expected it to make her happier.

it does.

bianca has to swallow the lump in her throat, her gut already telling her that sae is treating her like that because he’s her friend, because he’s just being a good friend like he always has been. her wishful thinking likes to think otherwise.

what if it’s possible he likes her? what if she misses this chance and never gets another one?

sae is right there, next to her, his arm still around hers and his face so, so close. he’s just frozen there because he’s waiting for her to actually respond to him. although now he’s just placidly staring back at her, perfectly comfortable in the silence.

this could ruin everything, but bianca can’t help but think of how she constantly has to watch as other girls try to shoot their shot with him. she can’t stop thinking of how miserable she’d feel if sae smiled for someone else.

that’s why she stands on her tiptoes, tilting her head up as she presses her lips against his, eyes closed because she doesn’t want to risk seeing this moment as anything but perfect. her hands timidly grab at his waist, keeping herself close, and she can feel his hands on her hips, although the lack of feedback she receives tells her everything she needs to know.

sae’s arms only glues her in place as he pulls away, confusion clouding his expression as he silently considers what to say in order not to hurt her.

as if bianca’s going to let herself seem even more pathetic than she already is.

she takes a hurried step back, avoiding his gaze. she can’t tell whether he’s mortified or just puzzled. “sorry about that, i was just being emotional over everything.” bianca laughs nervously, hoping it passes off as just a joke, though she’s not sure if even sae is that dense.

sae walks back to the club alone later that night, after seeing bianca off in the cab, minutes after she planted a surprise kiss on him.

“she finally got the guts to do that, huh?” karasu mutters after hearing what sae had been up to.

for the other guys, it seems, it isn’t much of a surprise at all. oliver’s only tipsy, a lazy smirk on his face as he listens, body slumped back against the leather seats. beside sae, shidou scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“bitch even scared mia off for flirting with him,” he spits, finding it incredulous that the friend he brought got so easily intimidated off by her. it’s news to sae, though. “maybe keep her in check, will ya?” shidou huffs, downing the shot in front of him.

for the most part, sae remains silent as the others weigh in on the situation, ranging from passing comments to affirmations that they knew all along how bianca felt about him. it’s not something he even stopped to consider until tonight, when all of them are asking if he feels the same. he can’t even give them an answer, shrugging at the thought.

“i’m curious though, at any point, did you ever wanna fuck her?” karasu asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“huh?”

oliver sighs, leaning forward from across the table, elbows resting on the surface. “just imagine,” he drawls, exhaustion being lifted off his shoulders. “both of you in a hotel room after drinking, her hands all over you, bouncing on top of you with her tits in the air—you want that with her?”

it’s a vivid imagery that he never really even thought of before tonight.

“c’mon, don’t even wanna feel how her pussy clenches around your dick when you fuck her?” oliver teases, not even needing sae’s answer to know how he feels.

sae only sits there, taking all of this in without a single change in the beat of his heart. anything he’s ever done or felt for bianca has been within the realms of friendship. nothing more—at least, on his end. he tells them all the same thing, though most of them seem to doubt it.

shidou’s not particularly interested, muttering on about how she needs to learn her place and stop with her antics.

even if the answer is clear to him, the topic sticks with him all through the night until he falls asleep. she’s his friend, an important one, considering how she’s one of the only people he doesn’t find exhausting to be around.

that thought settles itself into the crevices of his mind even the next day, when bianca asks to meet.

sae knows he isn’t any good with feelings, but what he does know is that there is nothing worse than burying the topic and leaving it for dead. even if he has to lose a friend, he has to talk to her about it.

inside the cafe where bianca had proposed to meet up, she sits in the far corner, away from the windows and from prying eyes. her feet taps nervously against the floor, biting on her inner cheek as she wonders if she potentially ruined anything between them. it was her fault for getting carried away.

bianca finds she’s right; she might’ve potentially ruined it all because the moment sae walks in and takes a seat across from her, he asks whether she has feelings for him. if lying was an option, she would, because she feels her grip on him slipping as more of the truth spills out. but she can’t lie to him somehow. not about this.

“and if i say i do?” her voice is weak, timid. she hates sounding like that, but what else is she supposed to sound like when she’s so afraid of losing the one man who’s been treating her right in every single way?

sae takes a deep breath, his will quivering slightly as he looks at her hurt expression. “did i…” he trails off, thinking of how to phrase it properly. “i didn’t mean to lead you on.”

it’s laughable how completely sure he is of his feelings. bianca feels like this is all some nightmare that she has to wake up from.

“do i even have a chance?” she ponders, out loud.

“i don’t wanna say anything i can’t promise,” sae says, trying to shut it down but bianca has other things in mind.

she smiles, softly, slowly lifting her head up to meet his gaze. “then… could you at least let me try? at least consider me for a while?” there’s nearly tears in her eyes, a vulnerability she will ever only let sae see. the rest of the world can burn if they ever want to see her this way.

sae furrows his brows, knowing that logically it isn’t such a good idea. but bianca’s insistent, and he thinks does he have any right to stop her?

“if i decide to try, it’s my decision,” bianca tells him, unwilling to give up just like this. “could you just… leave me be?”

she’ll do anything. anything, to not let her efforts stop here in vain. one day, surely, he’ll reciprocate, because she doesn’t think there’s anyone else that can come close to her position in his life. one day he’ll come to his senses, and until then, she’ll have to keep trying, and she needs to try to get him to keep his mind open to her. to the possibility of them.

sae averts his gaze, looking to the ground at his side, another subject lingering on his tongue. “if i let you be, could you answer my question?”

bianca feels the hope bubbling inside her again. her eyes light up, nodding. “what is it?”

“did you try to scare off every girl who tried to be friends with me?”

because after some thinking last night, sae realised why most girls he ever met for a second time, mostly on set (because there’s none he knows personally), have made comments about how they hope they didn’t make things awkward between him and bianca. of course, he never bothered asking, thinking they were just part of things he didn’t want to understand.

now, the pregnant silence that falls in the air seems to tell him her answer. in front of him, bianca looks like a child that got caught and is about to try and wriggle their way out of it.

“can you promise me one thing, then?” he asks, and she meekly stares back at him, urging him to continue. “could you try and stop doing that? if you ever feel bad or whatever about it then just talk to me. we’re at least friends, right?”

bianca bites on her lower lip, her emotions flying all over the place. “but what if… i don’t want to see you with anyone else?”

it’s a difficult topic to be talking about all of a sudden, but sae knows it has to be done. he can’t ignore this and continue on like nothing’s changed. “you know… it might happen though, right?” he tells her, as gently as he possibly can. “if i still don’t see you that way then… it could be someone else in the future.”

bianca keeps her lips shut, then, still trying to process a future where that could happen.

sae leans forward slightly, keeping his voice down. “if i do happen to meet that certain someone… i’ll tell you, okay?”

it’s probably a cruel thing to do, he feels, but going by bianca’s personality, if they’re still friends by then, it’ll be worse if she has to find out through the tabloids or word of mouth. in a way, he still thinks of her as one of his best friends. even if things are a little complicated between them now, he thinks he owes her at least that, after all he’s asking of her.

bianca nods slowly. she lets herself submit to whatever he says for now, and she’s sure he probably thinks she’ll give up after a while—but she knows she won’t. the day he tells her about that certain someone probably won’t come, and the reason’s pretty simple.

she’ll have to be that certain someone. and she will be. she has to be.

#idk how to tag this lmao #i’m just gonna #re: priceless #૪ aeri’s fics !#itoshi sae #itoshi sae imagines #sae imagines #sae angst #blue lock #bllk #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock angst #bllk angst

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