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jayke0 · 6 months

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Just The Tip

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem reader

Summary: Marc admits his love for you, and you both end up a little more desperate for each other than expected, so much so that he can't even get inside you properly.

Rating: 18+, smut

Warnings/Content: a bit of angst at the start, fluff, romantic, desperate Marc, just the tip, oral (f receiving), male masturbation, unprotected sex, totally unrealistic and self-indulgent, creampie, fingering, multiple orgasms, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 1,605

Credit: @automnepoet (who also requested this btw) for proofreading ily.

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"Marc…" is what you can barely mutter as your boyfriend slides his tongue over yours and licks into the heat of your mouth ferociously.

"Marc–"

Your second attempt at getting his attention is futile.

"Marc!"

Finally, he releases the suction he has on your lips, looking at you with wide blown out pupils that make you think Steven might've fronted in the short time he's been sucking your face off.

"What's gotten into you, sweetheart?" Your tone is soft as you run your hands through his curls and you feel him press into your hold, his eyes fluttering shut briefly to calm himself.

They had been away for a few days on a mission, nothing too big, which is why you're so confused now. They've been on much longer trips away, much more dangerous trips, but they'd never come home like this. Maybe he hadn't been totally honest with you, maybe something bad had truly happened and now he's trying to make out with you like it's his final chance… the thought makes your stomach coil with anxiety.

A sharp inhale brings you back into the room, and you notice he's staring at you again, though his gaze is more lidded; more "Marc" like.

"Nothing, I just…"

The anxiety builds stronger in your gut, stretching up to your throat to clench it in a vice grip.

"I don't want you to freak out, but-"

Uh oh.

"I almost got killed," he brings a finger up to stop you from interrupting him. "and it really put everything into perspective for me… I realised how much I love you, and how fucking much I'd miss you, even in death."

A cocktail of relief, sadness and anxiety all bubble inside you, making your ears hot and your expression evident on your face.

"Baby…" You can't help it, but tears start forming in the corners of your eyes despite the attempts to blink them away. "I love you too, so much–" You're leaping forward before he can even get another word out, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as if he might melt away from right underneath you. "Please be more careful… I need you, all of you." The mumbles are quiet in his ear, and you're both left with just your slow breathing for a few moments, Marc's hands rubbing your back comfortingly.

You pull back and admire his big, soft eyes, ones that you could even say you enjoy a bit more than Steven's, purely because it's a rare occurrence. Raking your fingers through his curls, you lean forward into his lips again and give him an affectionate peck, one that soon turns into you both panting against each other's mouths once more.

"Mmm, missed you so fucking much, baby." Marc whines, like actually whines, and it's a noise that has arousal spreading in your tummy and between your legs.

"Show me how much. Please, darling."

The man is jumping on you before you can go back to your heated kiss, his necklace dangling above you as he situates between your legs and grinds himself against your core.

"Lemme taste that cunt, sweetheart, please?" Your boyfriend asks as he's already kissing down your body until his lips reach your lower tummy. You nod, eager to feel his tongue again, and lift your hips so he can pull your pyjamas off. "Want you on your front though, can you do that for me?"

"Of course, Marc, whatever you want. Just want you inside me."

A growl fills your ears and spreads to your wet cunt as he grabs your hips and flips you onto your front, the gesture making you grab the cushions for a second to steady yourself. Looking over your shoulder, you can just about see Marc leaning down to lick a long strip up your lips, making you instead rest your head on the armrest with a soft sigh.

His tongue is delving between your folds in seconds and tasting your arousal, lapping up every inch of that sweet stickiness he'd missed so damn much. A pleased hum makes your desperate cunt throb before his nose bumps your lips and his tongue slides over your clit perfectly. The action makes you jolt and whimper, which only makes him do it again, purposefully teasing your poor clit till you're writhing on the couch and begging for a release while his nose teases your aching hole. You're clenching around nothing in minutes, pressing back on his tongue and nose as white hot pleasure surges through your body and makes your muscles tense and relax all in one go.

You whimper softly and look back at him again. "Please baby, let me feel your cock." You give your best pout, craving that initial stretch and feeling of being filled that only he can satisfy.

When Marc pulls away, the shininess of his chin makes you blush; were you really that wet? Or was it his saliva? you don't have time to ponder as you feel your boyfriend leaning over you, peppering kissing over your neck and whatever parts of your back he can get too.

"Such a pretty girl, my pretty baby. Been waiting to feel your cunt again, it's made me fucking crazy."

Maybe being away had made him a poet too.

You feel his tip suddenly pressing against your hole and you brace yourself for the delicious stretch… but it never comes, instead you just feel the blunt tip rutting against your walls. For a moment you think your boyfriend has malfunctioned somehow, but when you look back at him you see his head tilted back in pleasure, brows knitted together tightly while his jaw hangs slack.

"Marc? Are you o—"

"Just stay still baby, stay just like that babygirl." His words are breathless.

One hand rests on your ass, while the other wraps around your thigh and pulls you back on him just barely.

"Feels good like this." Your hole feels like a massage for his swollen tip, and he finds himself getting swept up in the feeling of it, the tightness of just the entrance and the lewd 'pop' sound it makes when he pulls out.

You expect this from Steven, maybe even Jake on a submissive day, but never Marc. He's always so good at holding himself together and fucking you for your pleasure, but he almost seems feral right now, just fucking what he can.

"Missed you so much baby." He repeats with a mumble and moan.

As he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, you realize he must be close, so you start clenching around him, making soft noises for him. "Fill me up Marc, wanna feel you cum in me again baby."

A low groan rumbles in his chest as you barely feel hot ropes painting your walls before he's pulling out and painting your hole instead, coming onto it and your thighs rather than inside. You kinda wish he'd filmed it or something, because ultimately the idea of him jacking off on your hole had made you much more excited than you'd thought, finding yourself pushing back on him and his softening cock.

He pants softly and rubs your ass, giving it a soft pinch and slap that makes you giggle.

"What was that all about then, hmm?" You tease with a grin.

"Don't you dare tell the other two."

"Oh, I'm going to."

His fingers splitting you open makes you gasp and grit your teeth, rolling your hips back on them.

"We'll see about that, baby."

You feel his free arm snake around your body and pull you up flush against his chest, your own chest resting neatly on top of his thick arm as he holds you close to him and draws shivers over your body with his breath.

"Y–you really don't have to do this Marc—" You stammer, but your body disobeys your words and continues to grind on his thick digits, showing him all he needs to continue pleasuring you.

"It's ok, baby. You know I love doing this, love pleasing you, alright?" His breath ghosts your ear and his tongue pokes out to lick the shell, teeth nipping it softly. "Just lemme pleasure this cunt, my cunt."

Oh lord, you haven't heard him say that in a while, but it makes you moan mortifyingly loud, your voice cracking a little as your breath is shortened by the firm grasp he has on you. Zealously, your hands struggle to grapple his arms when his fingers work faster inside you, dragging over the spot that has your orgasm rushing towards you all too fast, building from your toes all the way up to your flushed ears.

"You love my fingers, tell me you love them, babygirl."

"I do! I l–ove them baby-." Is all you can stammer.

Instinctively, your head tilts to the side to allow Marc access to your neck, and he does just that. He marks you like he hasn't seen you in months, drawing gasps and soft sobs from your chest as he breaks the soft skin and heat blossoms underneath, all rushing too your cunt until finally—

"Fuuuuckk!"

Your body rolls against his while you ride out your second orgasm, your thighs shaking and struggling to keep you up as your whole body shudders, whimpers and whines being all that's left of the intense pleasure.

You come down slowly, leaning back against Marc with all your weight so he can hold you close and pepper your neck with kisses.

"Good girl. I love you sweetheart."

"Mmmm…" You simply mumble at first, brain still foggy. "I love you too."

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myosotisa · 1 year

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i'm starvin, darlin - e.m.

Eddie Munson x Reader

ǁ summary: Since coming back from the Upside Down, Eddie has slowly been changing. Each week seems to bring something different and he finds himself doing things he never thought he would.

ǁ tags: gender neutral reader, no pronouns, no y/n. nickname used (sweetheart). mentions of season 4 final episode and what occurred. canon divergent (every one lived). it's not smut, but smut adjacent. it's sexy

ǁ word count: 2k

ǁ notes: i sat down and wrote an entire one shot in one sitting again. and i am also not going to edit this one. and i do not feel bad for lowercase hozier title, so don't even try me like that. if y'all really like it, i can add a part 2 with smut, but this is it for now

There are still a lot of things Eddie is having to come to terms with since the night his heart stopped.

That night in the Upside Down, laying in Dustin’s arms, he had died. Without a doubt. Dustin had felt his pulse and there was nothing there. And though he didn’t know CPR, had no idea what he was doing, Dustin had laid him down on the ground and started to beat against his chest. Like maybe if he hit hard enough and in the right place, his friend would come back to life.

Somehow it worked. No one bothered to ask why.

But they all knew something was wrong two days later. Eddie, barely breathing and with a weak heartbeat, had been dragged back to the surface and hidden away in the RV they had stolen. Someone watched him round the clock as they debated what to do. If they should try to get him to a hospital, how they’d be able to explain it. But then something miraculous began to happen:

Eddie started healing. All on his own. Way faster than any person should have been able to.

His skin stitched itself back together faster than should be possible, leaving less scar tissue than it should have behind. His chest began to rise and fall in more steady breaths, his heart beat getting stronger, bones resetting themselves with slow and quiet creaks as he laid in that RV bed and slept. He’d been asleep since they brought him back.

The day he woke up, his body had almost entirely healed itself. From the brink of death, having even stepped over to the other side, and now he was almost back to before it ever happened. It had only been a week.

Everyone rejoiced, refusing to question anything weird that may have happened in the Upside Down and just thinking they finally won for once. Max had casts on both her arms but was otherwise unharmed, Steve had recovered from his own injuries at the rate of a normal human and now sported a scar around his throat that he sometimes felt self conscious about. Dustin was on crutches with his broken leg for another month at least. Eddie was alive and whole and back to himself. They’d made it, everyone had made it.

He began to notice more and more things that were different as the days went on.

The first thing he caught on to was that he had the capability to be strong. Way stronger than someone who had recently been bed ridden should be. It was like in the comic books with the Hulk – if he wasn’t paying attention or if he got too emotional, he could easily break anything. A walkman destroyed, a ceramic bowl reduced to shards, a metal pipe bent beyond fixing, the wooden handle of a hammer shattered in his grip. The boys were all present for the hammer incident and sighted it as one of the coolest things they had ever seen. They swarmed him, asking him how he did it, what else he could do, how strong he really was.

Only the other teens, Steve, Nancy, Robin, you, started to look a little bit closer.

When the next few changes became apparent, it was clear something unnatural had happened to Eddie that night in the Upside Down. He could feel other people's feelings. They brushed against his consciousness like ghosts whenever he looked at someone. Happiness like warm rays of sunshine, fear like a shuddering gust of wind, anger like hot coals pressed to his skin. It wasn’t a conscious effort – in fact, there were a lot of times he wished he could turn it off. Whenever he looked too hard at someone, it’s like his brain adjusted to a different frequency and their emotions reached out to him, no matter what they were. And he didn’t struggle to make sense of the sensations like he thought he might, his brain completed the dots easily at first, but then he began to recognize them consciously. It was certainly useful sometimes, especially when it came to you, but it still felt a bit invasive. When he’d explained it to a few people, he assured he tried to ignore it whenever he could, but sometimes he couldn’t help but react. The icey spike of terror he felt when you woke up next to him from a nightmare. The velvet comfort that enveloped you and him when he held you after.

The first time he spoke into someone’s mind it was an accident. Steve had whipped toward him, breath catching in his chest, eyes wide and mouth open in a gasp. Eddie felt it like ice down his spine. “Did you… You did that?” He’d asked breathlessly. It had been so shocking, Eddie wasn’t even sure what’d he said, or projected, or whatever it was.

“I - I don’t know.”

Steve stepped closer, suddenly looking determined. “Try to do it again.”

It was a slithering feeling when he dipped back into Steve’s mind. Like sliding his way in between cracks to a place he didn’t belong, seeping into the forefront of his thoughts to plant one of his own. It made him feel dirty, uncomfortable, and wrong. But it worked. Steve explained it as having a thought like his own but it came out in Eddie’s voice instead. An intrusive thought but not an uncomfortable one.

As with all of the other discoveries, a meeting was called. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Will, El, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, and you. Steve did most of the talking while Eddie sat and looked at his hands. These meetings, while he acknowledged were important for everyone to keep track of his progression into… something, it still made him feel a bit like a zoo animal in a cage. A magician with a magic trick. All the boys immediately begged him to do it to them, they wanted to see what it felt like, wanted to see how easy it was for him to do it.

Nancy and Jonathan had shooed them, catching on to how overwhelmed Eddie was, their excitement and curiosity battering against him like a whipping wind of too much. Once it was just the older people in the room, you crossed over to where he was, kneeled down in front of him, reached out to hold his hand.

Pity felt like someone was pissing in his pants.

“Are you okay?”

How could he say no? How could he admit that he was scared, confused, and feeling more and more like a monster with the passing days? “It’s just a lot. To deal with.”

Your smile was pained as you pushed yourself up onto your calves and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His came around your waist on instinct, the breath feeling like a wheeze in his lungs as he held tight. Face pressed into your hair with his eyes squeezed shut, he inhaled deep in relief.

That was when the next thing changed.

It was a desire. A need. One he couldn’t place a name to. Like he was desperately missing something, desperately craving something and he didn’t know it was. It crawled under his skin like ants and sent him scratching for a feeling that couldn’t be satiated. No matter what he tried: eating, drinking, masturbating, exercising. The feeling wouldn’t go away. It got stronger day after day, his mind focusing more and more on the void it left behind until it was all he could think about.

Steve threw a little get together at his house once a month or so. Just time for everyone to get together, eat some food, listen to music, play board games, maybe watch a movie. This was the first get together since his hunger began.

He was sitting on the couch on his own, decompressing. While normally he was right in the middle of everything, today it was a lot to handle when he was hyperfocused on the crawling beneath his skin. He had his legs spread wide, hands resting on them, leaning deep into the cushions of the couch in Steve’s basement. While he had initially tried to close his eyes, hang his head back, maybe stare at the ceiling – he couldn’t stop his attention from drifting back to you.

You and Eddie had been friends for a long time. Understandably, you’d gotten much closer after the events in March. The two of you had helped each other through hard nights of nightmares, panic attacks in parking lots, flashbacks in public. You’d been a great comfort to him since he came back. But today your laugh sounded like music. The smell of your perfume hit him even across the room. Each emotion crashed over him in waves, pushing and receding like the tide as he tried to get off your frequency, unentangle himself from you before he did something he didn’t mean to do.

I’m starving.

Your back stiffened, the grip on your plastic cup getting just a bit tighter. A moment of fear quickly shifted to mellowed surprise, curiosity. He’d never spoken into your mind before, hadn’t meant to do so now. But you still shifted, your eyes slowly coasting across the room until you caught sight of him on the couch.

A shock of electricity shot down his spine as you made eye contact, his hands tightening over his thighs in reaction. Unsure exactly what to do, he settled for projecting again. Slithered his way into your ears and settled a respectful distance from the area he’d never been brave enough to venture. Sorry, he offered with a wince, didn’t mean to.

What he didn’t expect was the utter flood of feeling that hit him next. Like a drip of warm honey settling into the space between his hips, pooling there in a subtle swirl as the warmth from it started to diffuse outward. You realized you’d been staring and your eyes flit away, but the feeling didn’t cease. In fact, it only got stronger. Your lower lip caught on your teeth as you shifted between your feet. Things that would be completely normal to see, wouldn’t have anyone looking twice, but Eddie could. Your desire. The want that poured from you like water when your eyes first met his.

Was this the first time? Had something changed between you and him? Or had he just never caught on before?

The ants beneath his skin began to vibrate as he narrowed in on the feeling, on you. Like the part of him that had slithered into your thoughts was now bearing down, digging in for purchase, wanting to stay awhile and feed on this new feeling, what you were offering. It didn’t even occur to him what he was doing, how invasive it might be, how wrong he normally would have felt. All he knew is that it felt like licking at the thing he’d been craving for so long and he was helpless to chase after it.

Sweetheart. It came easy as breathing now, teeth sunk into your consciousness from where you stood across the room. You whirled on him again, another flood of warmth hitting him deep as you leaned your hip against the counter you were standing next to and focused on him. What’s got you so worked up?

He couldn’t even consider how bold he was suddenly being, the fear that he might ruin this friendship well out of his grasp. Especially when your embarrassment spiked along with the want, the pool of warmth now suddenly coming to life to have a heartbeat of its own. Your eyes widened, shifting on your feet again as you broke eye contact. It only took a few moments before you couldn’t help but look back at him again. The buzzing settled further, now like a purr beneath his skin. It was bearable as long as you kept your eyes on him.

You wanna do something about it?

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merlinmarvelandother-oneshots · 5 months

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Sorry, I meant to send an ask yesterday, but I got carried away 😅

So what about ut, us, uf and ht (you can ignore the last one if you want to don't worry) and how they would be with a reader that hides the fact that they're physically hurt.

Maybe they went hiking with the skellie, and they tripped and pretended that it was only a little scratch when days later they see quite a big wound that's infected.

It's a bit gross, so it's okay if you don't do it, don't worry :)

Have a good day/night and be safe

-💀

UnderTale, UnderSwap, UnderFell, and HorrorTale skellies react to a reader hiding that they're injured

you had gotten in a little tussle with a fallen branch walking home. you were completely oblivious, and tripped right over it. it hurt to walk on, and you soon noticed it swelling. it wasn't... sprained, right? nah, of course not! you brushed it off, thinking that it would be just fine in a day or two.

but until then, you might want to put some ice on that.

and so you did. for three days, with no sign of improvement. you tried keeping it a secret, but then your s/o came home while you were putting ice on it, right on the couch beside the door, and...

UnderTale:

Sans:

-he walks into the house, immediately heading for the couch.

-"hey, y/n, i'm ho- you alright? what happened to you?"

-"oh! sans, hi, i didn't expect you home so early!" you wave frantically to draw his eyes away from your ankle.

-"yeah... work was slow, so i came home. whats going on? you're acting weird."

-"pshh, don't be silly, nothing's wrong! absolutely nothing!"

-he sighs.

-"my whole shtick back in the underground was that i can see peoples stats. your HPs lowered, you're acting really awkward about your leg, and you're trying to hide an ice pack from me. i know, i saw it when i walked in. so, im gonna ask you again. whats going on?"

-you sighed. he caught you, he always did.

-"i dont know what's up. I tripped a few days ago and my ankle just started swelling. I'm gonna give it a few more days before I see a doctor, just to see if it heals on its own."

-"alright then," really? that's it? not going to insist you see someone? well, that's great for you! "I'm going to grillby's. wanna come?"

-you nodded your head.

-"cmon, let's take a shortcut."

-he took you to the fucking ER.

Papyrus:

-you look up after hearing the door open and you heard a crash.

-he had gone grocery shopping, apparently, because his bags were sprawled on either side of him on the floor.

-his jaw was only half hinged, that's how bad you scared him.

-as in it dropped. almost fully.

-he suddenly runs to your side (re-hinging his jaw on the way) and kneels by your side.

-"HUMAN, what ever is the matter? is it serious? does it hurt? will it need stitches? should i take you to-"

-"Paps! i'm okay. i think it's just sprained, i'll be alright," you tries to reassure him.

-"SPRAINED? oh, HEAVENS no, i must take you to the doctor right away!"

-you sigh. "Papyrus, it isn't that big of a deal. i'm sure it'll be alright in a few days."

-"absolutely not! what if it's worse than you think? it could kill you!"

-he really thought a sprained ankle could kill you? he may be clueless about human injuries, but at least he cares!

-you don't have too much time to reply before he picks you up, puts you in the car, buckles you up (because heaven forbid something ELSE happen to you, ESPECIALLY under his watch) and brings you to the ER.

UnderFell:

Sans:

-he literally did not notice.

-he grumbles a quiet, "hey," before trotting upstairs into his room.

-it isn't until several days later when the pain has worsened and you cannot walk on it that he asks what the fuck is going on.

-you explained that you had tripped a few days ago, and it got swollen, and you thought that it would just go away, but it's been getting worse and worse since it happened.

-"fuckin' idiot," he groaned. "i'm dating a goddamn moron! alright, get in the car. i'm takin' you to a hospital."

-he's groaning the entire way.

Papyrus:

-as soon as he lays eyes on you, he sighs.

-"what did you do this time?"

-what the hell did he mean, 'this time'? he CANNOT be holding you accountable for that one time you got a concussion! that was HIS fault!

-"hey! you BETTER not be talking about-"

-"about the concussion," he cut you off. "yes, yes, i'm aware, you believe that incident to be my doing. however, i can GUARANTEE that this is not! now, tell me what happened. i expect a full explanation."

-you rolled you eyes and told him, feeling a little pissed off about his crossed arms and tapping foot, although you couldn't fully blame him. the whole situation WAS a little silly, now that you have to say it out loud.

-he scoffed when you finished talking. such a silly thing! why the HELL didn't you immediately see a doctor? swelling is NEVER normal!

-how did he, a skeleton monster who had gone most of his life without so much as seeing a human, know more about human anatomy than a fully grown human adult?

-and how did he, an esteemed member of the royal guard, end up in a relationship with such a fool?

-"get yourself looking decent. we are visiting the hospital to get you proper treatment."

-'looking decent', you looked fi-! no, you didn't, nevermind.

UnderSwap:

Sans:

-"hey, y/n, Alphys let out training early, so i'm back! what are you doing?"

-you scrambled to hide the ice pack and hike your pants back over your ankle. "oh, uh. . . nothing," you said sheepishly in reply, a fake grin appearing on your face.

-"oohhhh, no no no. i know that look. you're hiding something. best be honest now."

-damn him! how DARE he know you so well!

-"i think i did something to my ankle," you muttered.

-"hmm. . . let me see."

-he walked over and inspected your ankle for a few moments.

-"it looks sprained. when did this start?"

-"a few days ago. i tripped and it started swelling."

-he gave your ankle ankther quick look.

-"and why didn't you tell me?"

-"well, i thought it would go away at first. i was going to tell you, if it didn't. i was just going to wait a few days."

-"well, there's no need! i'm taking you to a doctor."

-he helped you stand and let you use him as something like a crutch, so you wouldn't have to put too much weight on your injured foot.

Papyrus:

-you look up to see him standing, eyebrows furrowed (you know what i mean sans does it in the main game) looking at you.

-"anything you want to tell me?"

-"ah, nothing. . . i'm just gonna go to a doctor if this doesn't start getting better."

-you knew the look he was giving you. he wanted to know what happened.

-"i tripped a few days ago and my ankle started swelling. nothing major. it's just a little sore."

-"mmm. i'm sure. you have five minutes, then i'm taking you to a doctor," he said as he laid on the couch beside you.

-"no, Paps, there's really no need-" you were interupted by snoring. but you knew that didn't mean you were off the hook. he would be awake in five minutes EXACTLY, whether you were ready to go or not.

HorrorTale:

Sans:

-he kinda just stands there for a few moments after he sees you with the ice pack.

-ice pack means something's wrong, because he doesn't see food around, but his skull injury makes figuring anything else out difficult.

-ice pack. . . on your ankle. . .

-it doesn't matter what's wrong. he just knows something is. so, he comforts you! in the only way he knows how!

-which is a BONE-CRUSHING hug.

-and because you're sitting, and he's standing over you, leaning down to hug you, it's a very awkward angle. leading to a lot of bones jabbing into uncomfortable places.

-you know you can't really do anything to get him off of you, so you just wait it out.

-"i'm alright, Sans. it isn't anything major. i'm about to go to a doctor!"

-he was going to tell you to anyway. you just got that part out of the way.

-his time in the underground under Undyne's rule made him very paranoid about the health of those he loves, so no matter how big the injury, you MUST see a doctor.

-it's not up for debate.

-he drives you because he doesn't want you to have to put any more strain on your ankle.

-(should he even have a drivers license? questionable...)

Papyrus:

-he has a puzzled look on his face.

-that. . . he suspected that wasn't a good sign.

-"y/n. . . i don't suppose you want to tell me what is going on?"

-"oh," you nervously laughed. "no biggie. just tripped a few days ago, it kinds hurts. if it doesn't feel better tomorrow i'm seeing a doctor."

-"hmm. i shall hold you to that."

-you laughed. you bet he would.

-spoiler alert, he did.

(a/n: sorry if this is totally inaccurate to having a sprained ankle, it just seemed like a good scenario, and i was too in the writing groove ((once i actually started)) to do much research)

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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idk if u listen to taylor swift but her song mastermind (which is kinda like maneuvering things around to get together with someone) would be so cool to read with TASM! Peter !! Maybe the reader realizes Peter is Spiderman after recognizing his voice and then tries her hardest to become Peter’s friend in school and kinda puts all the pieces together herself (+ the line ‘to assess the equation of you’ is so peter coded) also I feel like smart reader deserves more rep 😞 like no way she wouldn’t recognize his cocky ass voice

Again this is just like. Me spilling out my random thoughts 🤭 -🍁 (sorry for spam)

Hi lovely! I didn't stick to this very faithfully, but it did inspire an idea that I'd be remiss not to give you credit for! It's established relationship, where reader has figured out Peter is Spiderman (I agree she's not dumb and that needs to be regonized). Thank you <33

cw: a whiff of harassment (more of an attempt really, but if that will upset you please don't read)

tasm!Spiderman x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

It’s hard to feel totally vulnerable walking around the city at night when you know you’re never really by yourself. Peter thinks he’s so stealthy, but he can’t always avoid casting shadows on the street ahead of you; you were bound to catch onto his well-intentioned stalking eventually. You’re not totally sure why he doesn’t just walk you home as himself (you’re coming from his apartment, it’s not like it would have been so difficult to ask), but your boyfriend seems to prefer stepping into his alter-ego when he thinks there’s any possibility for danger.

It turns out this time, he was right.

It’s not that you don’t see the man walking in the opposite direction of you (you’d have to be blind to miss the slow, performative up-down he gives you) or notice his mouth moving in your periphery, but you’re city-trained; you keep your eyes ahead, hoping he’ll see that you’ve got your earbuds in and leave you alone when he doesn’t get the attention he wants.

The man passes you, and you’re thinking you’re in the clear when there’s a forceful tug on your elbow. You very nearly pitch forward in your haste to get away from the unwelcome touch, but then the hand is wrenched away, and you turn to find the man stuck to a newspaper dispenser with one wrist covered in a familiar white filmy substance. A second later, and his other hand is webbed to the car behind him.

You pull out your earbuds just as Spiderman lands in front of you, the tilt of his head indicating that he’s looking you over for damage.

“Hey, what the fuck!” The man sputters. “I was just trying to pay the bitch a compliment—”

“Alright, thanks for that, pal.” Spiderman webs his mouth shut, and your harasser continues his muffled protests. “Maybe we just have different styles, but most of my compliments don’t start with unsolicited commentary on a stranger’s boobs.”

You curl your lip, and the man looks like a dog on its leash the way he’s tugging against his restraints. Your rescuer webs his feet in place, stopping their scraping against the sidewalk.

“You know,” he says, turning to you, and he’s not even trying to disguise his voice, “you should really have at least one earbud out if you’re walking by yourself at night. That’s just the first entry in the Pretty Girl Guidebook.”

You grin at him. “I think the first entry in the Pretty Girl Guidebook would really advocate more for playing damsel in distress to lure charming heroes your way. Walk me home, handsome?”

You start back on your way, and he follows you like it’s all he knows how to do. He’s quiet, and though you can’t see his expression behind the mask, you wonder if you’ve actually startled Spiderman into silence. If he expects you to be bashful and awestruck, he’s got another thing coming; you’re typically a bit shy around new people, but Peter isn’t new people.

“Yeah?” he asks after a second, and you wonder if you’d be able to detect the slight pitchiness to his voice if you didn’t know it so well. “So was that the plan all along? Get yourself attacked to get yourself rescued?”

“No.” You shrug, casting a disdainful glance back toward the man who’d grabbed you. “I don’t go out looking for trouble, but I know that if it finds me,” you say, looking up into the mask with a simpering smile, “I’ve got Brooklyn’s friendly neighborhood hero to protect me.”

You think he actually gulps. “I’m flattered you think so highly of me, sweetheart, but you really should take some precautionary measures too.”

“Well, I suppose I could’ve asked my boyfriend to walk home with me,” you muse, “but he seemed like he was eager to have me gone. Better things to do, apparently.”

“What?” It’s a squawk, and then Peter clears his throat from behind the mask. “I’m sure if your boyfriend’s a sensible guy—which, I mean, anyone who managed to snag a girl like you must not be totally airheaded—I’m sure he didn’t mean to rush you off.”

“I don’t know.” You frown, looking off in front of you contemplatively. “He’s book smart for sure, but he can be kind of dense sometimes.” You can feel your companion’s hesitation like a prickle at your side, his uncertainty of how to go about this conversation with you, and it catches him offguard when you stop to look up at him with coy, wide eyes. “Do you think you’re a sensible guy?”

His voice is strangled. “Me?”

“Mhm,” you hum, slowly moving into his space.

“I—I like to think so, sure.”

It’s all you can do not to giggle at how easily his cocky persona has come undone. You’re having too much fun to even feel bad about the torment you’re inflicting upon your boyfriend. “Maybe I should be with you, then,” you say.

He actually takes a step back. “But—but—uh, listen, you’re really pretty, but didn’t you say you had a boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” you say softly, batting your eyelashes up at him, “what about him?”

You’ve got your hands on his shoulders, lips so close to his face you can feel the warmth of his breath through the mask, and you actually think he’s going to do it. He’s going to let you kiss him. You shove playfully at his chest, unable to contain your laughter anymore.

“Pete, c’mon,” you say, careful to keep your voice low. “You must think I’m an idiot. You really thought I wouldn’t recognize you?”

There’s a few moments of wordless sputtering which you can’t really hold against him, and then Peter’s whisking you into an alley, pulling his mask off.

“Sorry for fucking with you,” you say while he’s still getting his bearings. He runs a hand through his hair, eyes wide. “It was just so easy to flirt back. You made it too much fun for me.”

“Jesus, babe.” Peter fists a hand in his hair, already fluffy from being handled so much. “When did you figure it out?”

“I mean, before today, but not very long ago,” you admit. “I knew something was up for a lot longer, but I didn’t put it together until you helped me with that mugger a few weeks ago.” You quirk a playful eyebrow. “You should at least try to distort your voice if you’re going to be Spiderman around people who know you in real life, you know.”

“Never had to with Flash,” he mutters. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

You turn a bit more sheepish, unsure if you should feel guiltier about keeping your realization from him. To be fair, though, he’d kept a whole crime-fighting secret identity from you. “Is there ever a right time?” you ask him with a little shrug. “I guess I eventually wanted you to tell me on your own. I get why you didn’t, but it’s not like you’re exactly choosing to trust me here.”

“I do,” Peter says immediately. He takes your shoulder in hand, like he needs to keep you steady to make sure you’re hearing him. “I do trust you, honey. It was never about trust.” He passes a hand over his face, shock melding into something more like dread. “It just, it could be dangerous for you, if you’re ever seen with me and it's obvious you know who I am, or something. I didn’t want to drag you into anything. There are…not everyone thinks of me as the friendly neighborhood hero you do.”

He gives you a little smile, and you return it, stroking his jaw in an attempt at comfort. “I know,” you say softly.

“We’re going to have to be careful.”

“I know. Pete?”

“Yeah?”

“If we’re being careful, you should probably put your mask back on.”

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straykeedz · 4 months

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omg I need to dump this somewhere sorry if I'm bothering you 🙏

Imagine.

You're at a family gathering or just somewhere with a lot of people (maybe with the other members or sum) and you're sitting at the dinner table and Lee Know just starts playing with your cunt under the table....

And he's just whispering in your ear, mocking and teasing you for getting turned on despite other people being there and for not being able to wait until you're home......

this is soooo juicy, anon!! 🤤 i'd let this man do whatever he wants, like - look at those hands…… 🫠

no bc i've got a feeling he'd sooooo love this... he has an incredible level of self control, so he's 100% sure you won't get caught red-handed - he, at least.

honestly, it's all that has been on his mind ever since he saw you pull that cute little dress out of your closet.

"mhhh don't wear thighs" he told you as you were getting ready, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kissed your neck, looking at your reflections in the mirror, "they don't really go with this dress," he says as if he were a fashion expert.

but you eventually don't wear thighs, and he can't stop thinking about your thighs, and your pretty cunt wrapped in those cute panties he saw you putting on when you stepped out of the shower.

i feel like it'd happen during a night out with the boys, the first time. yeah, first - because this is definitely going to become a kink of his.

you're having dinner at chan's, together with the rest of his friends. you're barely halfway through dinner when you feel minho place his hand on your thigh as he laughs at a joke jisung said.

you, however, suck in a breath when, all of a sudden, his fingers creep just a tiny bit higher, while brushing your inner thigh - just a couple of inches away from your most sensitive spot, your clit.

it's almost comical, you know, the way your head snaps in his direction. him, however, looks absolutely impassive. thankfully, none of the boys seems to have noticed the way you almost choked on your food and glared at minho.

and minho is just doing it for fun at first, you know? he just wants to tease you a bit, have a little fun. but your reactions and the faces you make every time his hand gets a little bit closer to your pussy - he wants nothing more than to drop to his knees right now and bury his face between your legs.

he'll do that once you're alone in the confines of your bedroom. you just have to wait.

and then he does it - he allows his fingers to touch you properly, slipping under the soft cotton material of your underwear. your folds are so wet it makes his brain short-circuit.

he wants to praise you, tell you you're his good girl - tell you he wants to fuck you so bad, that he wants to eat you out until you're creaming all over his face and fingers.

instead, he just slips his middle finger inside of you while he listens to whatever chan is telling him. and after a couple of minutes, his ring fingers slip inside your wet heat as well. it takes all the self control you have in your body to not moan.

and then he pulls his fingers out and you almost whine at the emptiness you feel, but your eyes widen when his fingers move to touch your clit - you know there's no way you'll be able to keep quiet now.

he moves his fingers at an excruciatingly slow pace, drawing circles on your bud and chuckles under his breath when he feels you trying to close your thighs abruptly - that's how he knows you're close.

so the moment chan turns his head to say something to changbin, minho leans in to whisper in your ear - "mhhh, you're enjoying this, aren't you? you're enjoying my fingers on your pretty pussy? filthy girl, you're loving this - getting fingered at the dinner table. come for me, then, show me how much you love my fingers."

you muffle a cry in your napkin as you come, legs shaking as minho keeps moving his fingers to the point he's almost overstimulating your poor clit.

it's unreal, how much he wants to lick you clean right now - savoring the way you taste on his tongue.

and oh, boy, as soon as you step inside your place and he drops on his knees, lifting your dress and tearing your panties - you know you're in for a loooong night.

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merakiui · 2 months

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sk!manager!azul who offers to eat you out after you get very stressful from idol activities 😳😳😳😳

👁 👁 he gives you the whole "benefits of being sexually active as proven by science" spiel so you're more likely to agree. That, and it would be much harder to do this with just anyone or someone just as famous as yourself. No one has to know. This will be a secret between idol and manager. Even though you seem somewhat hesitant, he insists you'll feel better. Just let your manager soothe you. You're in capable hands. <3 he's so trustworthy! And hasn't he only ever wanted what's best for you?

Now his head is between your legs and he's lapping and suckling at your clit like an expert, working you open with two fingers. He alternates between fingers and mouth, and any reluctance you may have felt in the beginning quickly withers away. Within no time, you're burying your fingers in his hair and clamping your thighs together to keep him trapped there. He's removed his glasses so they won't get in the way, and every now and then the both of you meet each other's stare. You've never noticed just how beautiful his eyes are. So striking. So hypnotic,,, your brain is mush by your third orgasm, and you're panting and gasping, begging him to keep going. Not like he intends to stop. He's wanted this for years and now he finally has it. Of course he's going to be greedy!

You're not really listening to yourself when you ask him if he's dating or married. You never hear much about your manager's personal life even though he seems to know so much of yours. Azul hums against your slick cunt. Would you be upset if he was? Would you like to put a ring on him? Should he just propose to you now?

If only all of those loser fans of yours knew what you were getting up to right now. All of that nonsense about being a pure idol free of romantic entanglements and here you on squirting for him like the slutty idol you really are. :) you're just too cute. He wants you all to himself, and soon he'll have you. Soon the two of you will live a peaceful life in isolation. Somewhere quiet and slow by the sea. Doesn't that sound marvelous?

He's killed for you. Stalked you. Fucked into his hand while listening to the voicemails you'd leave him on his work phone: "Hi, Azul! Vil and I are thinking of doing a collab. Could you help me arrange something?" or "Azul, sorry for calling so late. I just remembered something important. Can you review my schedule with me again? I think I'm forgetting something you mentioned earlier today..." or "Would it look weird if I started studying to get my driver's license? Do you think that would get me in trouble? Actually, maybe we should just meet up and talk about it in person... Thanks anyways, Azul!"

You're just so perfect. Even these strictly professional voicemails are hailed as the sweetest songs. He's so depraved. Nothing like the composed, cordial manager he masquerades as. Would you hate him if you knew that? Would you look at him differently? Would you stop saying his name in that sweet, breathless voice of yours as he brings you to your end once more? Maybe it's best if you don't know. He's worked so hard to get to this point. It would be a shame to ruin things now.

Besides, what you don't know can't hurt you.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #he's so fine orz

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asamary · 2 months

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The talk

As bobby walked slowly towards the rabbit, the green rabbit's head quickly turned towards her. Startled by the sudden movement, bobby stopped moving.

Shaking from her roommate's glare, she started".... h-hey hoppy!....wh-hat cha doing here.......um" she stuttered, as she saw her roommate walking towards her, glaring.

It was until the other voice came over. "There you are!! We've been looking for you everywhere bobby!!" The yellow chicken shouted, as he huffed when he made it next to bobby.

"" huff... huff... where were you!!?? The savior told us you went out of the borders!! .....bobby you know you're not allowed here." The chicken scolded bobby as bobby looked down in shame.

"Kicken is right bobby... you knew our savior's one rule, and yet you disobeyed it.." the green rabbit said, now in front of bobby.

Bobby looked away, unable to find the right words to speak.

Kicken looked at bobby for a while and then looked at the green rabbit, “so…. Ya gonna tell her?"he whispered, hoppy scowling as she puts her hand on her face. "….Bobby.. the savior told us to bring you to him... they... they wished to talk to you about something." Hoppy said , looking aways to avoid bobby seeing her scowling face.

"...what?"

Bobby, confusedly asked.

"W-wait wait wait!! The savior!!?? Wants to talk to me!??? About what????" Bobby asked in nervousness. After all, she knew who the savior is, but to talk to them, you need to be one of their more trusted followers.

Like kicken or hoppy, but their most loyal follower would be catnap. The reason why he is never home, is because he is always the one the savior summons.

SO WHY??!! WHY DID THEY WANT TO SPEAK TO ME??!!

Bobby thought hectically, too busy from thinking to even notice kicken waving his hand infront of her.

"Helloooo... earth to bobby? You still here??"

"Huh?!! Wha?? What??"

"Where going to them now."

Hoppy said as she took bobby's hand. Kicken walked infront of them, slowing down if the two girls suddenly stops from time to time.

Hoppy huffed as she looked back to bobby."stop struggling, like you're going to be chained up. ""But, what if i AM getting chained up!!?? Why would i be summoned to the savior anyways!!??" Kicken chucked as he said shouted,"the savior specifically said they only needed to talk to you. Also you do know, the only ones getting chained up are those captured scientist right. …It's weird how they kinda knew you would think that tho…….. mhh maybe they’re here right now! " he jokingly said as he saw the girls stare at him in a 'really?' face. “Alright! Alright… I’ll just be here and stay quiet…”

Hoppy huffed as the looked at bobby, softening her tone as she said."you're going to be fine bobby, just... don't do this again.... at least, tell us.." she said, as she continued to walk still holding bobby's hand.

Bobby stayed quiet, continuing to follow.

Upon their walk, kicken asked, “ so….. where were ya by the way, you weren’t only in the forest wandering endless right…….?” Bobby hesitated to answer, will they get mad if i told them about angel?

Bobby thought as she stayed quiet. Kicken looked at bobby for a while and said “you can tell us later if ya want to, no pressure at all!” He said as they reach their town.

Walking in, many of the other toys are out and about doing their normal routine, some of the adult teens are also there having conversations with the toys. And there are children playing near the school.

As the trio walk to the town hall, the toy and children who notice them waved, the trio gave their greetings as they continued to walk.

When they reached for the door, it suddenly burst open.

The one who opened it was non other than……

Kissy! And poppy.

“Oh, why hello to you three!” Said poppy as kissy merely waved at them.

“Heya poppy! Hm? What cha here for?” Asked kicken, wondering why poppy and kissy were in the town hall. Hoppy and bobby waved at kissy as they listen.

“I had a little talk with the pr- ehem… with the savior about some things.” She said as she held on to kissy’s shoulder.” Why are you three here, if i may asked?” Asked poppy.“ well… hoppy and me are just gonna drop bobby here for a bit. She’s got a meeting with our savior, just a chat they said..”kicken explained, as hoppy merely nodded.

“Oh….,ok then.. well, me and kissy better get going. Huggy and the kids are very hyper today it seams…. I might have left my coffee on the table…. “She mumbled “well then….Goodbye then!”

Poppy replied as she and kissy walked away.

Kissy waved and smiling with closed eyes.

“Well then bobs! Good luck with that chat then.” Kicken said as he smiled while patting the shaking bobby, hoppy went close to bobby and then head butted bobby softly as she said “good luck”

When bobby went inside the town hall,the door slowly closed behind her, it was dark and very silent. The hall became longer as her anxiousness grew, when she took one step, the door on the side opened with a bang.

Bobby screamed, but when the person on the door walked out, it was none other than.....catnap.

"You're here.... "

"Catnap!! Oh thank the prototype its just you... " bobby said as she put her weight on the wall beside her, still shacking"

When she looked up to catnap, she saw him wiping his hands. Because of the dark hallway, bobby couldn't see what it was.

"My god is in the last door, don't keep them waiting bobby." He interrupted bobby's observation, as he stood still on the center of the hallway, waiting for bobby.

As they both begun to walk towards the last door, bobby suddenly started, "sooo.. how are you today....?" When catnap looked at her, she flinched as her ears lowered in submission."tired, but was called in for a meeting with the others...." he slowly said, as he looked ahead again.

"...have you been sleeping well?........" bobby asked.

"..........yes................" he hesitantly answered, not meeting bobby's worried stare, when she stopped and looked at him. She was about to say something before she was interrupted. "My god is waiting....." he said as he held the door knob. "Will you come in too?" Asked bobby, not wanting to be alone.

".....no...." as he said that , he opened the door for bobby to go in, when bobby got in, the room half way was dark. And a sudden voice occurred."bobby.... sit down....please" it first frighted bobby, the voice.. no the voices..both adult and child like voices could be heard..

When she shakily sat down on the only chair. She questioned.

"....m-my savior.....why-y did you asked for me-me? "Her hand shaking on her knee, unable to look up at the prototype.

It was silent for a while until a chuckle came from the darkness."there is no need to be afraid bobby..... i only wanted to know who your new friend was..." they said, at that bobby's head suddenly went up to look at the prototype,she was about to ask how they knew, but at the sudden sight of the smaller toys she already figured it out. "The little ones saw how you interacted with that human.....how you two looked like old friends."they continued, as the little toys played with the hand they outstretched. Bobby listened as she stared how the smaller toys were comfortable around their god. The next thing the prototype said shocked bobby."it would be nice to have a new face in this little town of ours.... wont it bobby?...." "a-are you suggesting angel to li-ive with us?? " bobby still anxious but the thought of her new friend living with them filled her with joy. The prototype chuckled loudly as they said"you two only met for a day bobby,give it time." "AH!" Bobby blushed at her action, as she tried to bow down about to say sorry "lift your head child, there is no need to be sorry for being exited..." the prototype interrupted, lifting bobby's head."may i now ask who this angel is?" Bobby looked at the prototype before answering "i only saw them when i went to the very colorful flower field, at first they were very shy! But for hours we bonded, they were a very interesting person! "Bobby happily said as the smile on her face wided. As she begun to ramble, the prototype and the smaller toys listened. The prototype's eyes crinkled upwards as they listen, while the little toys ran and played around them.

This went on for hours until bobby noticed the night sky outside."AHH! Ive been rambling!! I-i didn't m-mean to take so much of your time m-my my-" she was suddenly stooped by the prototype as they said."no bobby, I'm grateful to know you have found a very interesting friend...i believe you two will meet once more then?" He asked, as bobby nodded. "Well then.. you best be going to bed then, the little ones will accompany you." They said as two little critter and a little happy mini zero. ".. wait why is a mini zero here?" Asked bobby as the smol zero jumped up and down in happiness. "Ahh... i needed somethings fixed" the prototype said as they continued "since you too are going home now, might as well bring them to zero, and please, give zero my regards" they said as bobby took hold of the smol zero.

When the four went outside and begun to walk home, bobby hummed a tune happily as she saw the smol zero getting drowsy, she chukled as she held the mini zero like a babby.

When she was at the entrance of their apartment, she went in but before going up stairs she turned and looked at the basement area. She waved to the two small critters as the two went patrolling outside.

Bobby went down the stairs and found the door to the entrance to the basement, when she opened it and peaked inside, she saw zero building something. She knocked on the door to get their attention, when zero looked up and turned their head towards bobby, she waved as she held the sleeping mini zero. "The prototype wanted to thanked you for helping them.. and this mini one fell asleep on the way home. Hehe..."she laughed as zero took the sleeping mini."⏁⊑⏃��☍ ⊬⍜⎍!" Zero spoke as he puts the smol zero on a little nest with clothes. "Im gonna take that as a thank you then..." bobby scratched her cheek at the weird sound. As zero went and took something, and then coming back to bobby to give... "MY PHONE!!" Bobby smiled as she suddenly hugged zero. "OHH THANK YOUUUU" zero said something but was drowned by bobby's nonstop rubbing her face on them and the so many 'THANK YOU'

When bobby stepped back smiling brightly, she saw zero fully charged with electricity by her fur and cotton clothes. "Ah.... sorry ..heh.."she smiled scratching her back head.

Zero shakes their head from the shock and just gave bobby two thumbs up. (After all, who doesn't want free electricity) as the two went their own ways and waved goodnight at each others, Bobby went upstairs and to their apartment room, when she went in, she saw the lights off, 'guess i took very long then..' she thought as she went to their shared room. When she opened it, she saw most of the other critters already sleeping.

As she slowly went to her bed, she snuggled in her pillow, wanting to talk to angel again tomorrow as well.

"- .... . -.-- / .-.. --- --- -.- . -.. / ..-. .- -- .. .-.. .. .- .-. / -.. --- -. .----. - / - .... . -.-- ..--.."

#doddle #poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #poppy playtime sweet home au #poppy playtime sh au #bobby bearhug #poppy playtime x reader #hoppy hopscotch #kicken chicken #zero signal by s00pypumkins!#stories

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ratcash-wasgud · 2 months

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Hihi! Hope you are having a great day, but I had an idea/request for a modern mizu headcanons or fic? or a mix of both? I've been having a rough week, and dealing with some sh. i know this can be triggering for some, so don't write it if it's too much, but I'd really appreciate maybe a modern mizu x struggling or sh reader? and mizu does what she can to help reader feel better and keep reader safe from harming themselves? i hope this is okay! xoxo

hey lovely! no, no, this is actually so valid. i love this idea.

TW tho, as obvious, self harm and mention of suicide.

I hope you enjoy this one.

"...Hey, you...you okay?" Mizu steps into the bathroom, her face draining of color. She noticed how different you were acting these past weeks;

Randomly going silent during conversations, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, or biting you lips and picking at your skin violently...

But she'd never thought she'd see this. You, the love of her life, the one she'd die if she lost, the only one keeping her sane, standing or...hunching over in front of the bathroom sink, blood trickling and dripping everywhere, and your eyes looking back at her.

She's frozen. She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know what would be right to do in this situation. Should she comfort you? Do you even want her comfort right now?

But all those questions flee her mind the moment your lips start trembling, your eyes narrow and fill up with tears, your nose scrunching up in a sniffle. "I...I'm sorry."

Mizu doesn't hesitate to basically jump away from the door and rush to hug you, not caring about the blood getting on her clothes. "It's okay...it's okay." She whispers it like a mantra in your ear. "Everything's fine...I'm here, you're here. We're here...i promise everything's fine."

After that, she sat on the bathroom floor with you until you calmed down, stroking your back while whispering the same, calming things in your ear.

When you calmed down, Mizu bandaged up your arms in silence after cleaning them up. She made sure to be gentle, not wanting to touch any cuts directly, but putting enough pressure on them to stop the bleeding. She didn't dare to look into your eyes while she did it, but when she was done, she leaned down to gently kiss the bandages.

She didn't ask anything, as she didn't know what to ask, or if she can even ask anything. She was just...worried. Worried more than anything.

She then silently led you to the bed, cuddled up behind you, and waited for the similar sound of your breathing slowing down as you fell asleep.

She couldn't sleep for a couple hours more tho. She stayed up, eyes closed, face burried into the warmth of your neck from behind.

You're warm. You're still here.

The next morning, she woke up before you, preparing coffee like she always does for you. When you came out to the kitchen, your eyes sleepy and the bandages still tight on your arms, Mizu gathered up all her strength.

"...can you tell me why?" She asks, her voice low and quiet. You looked at her for a couple moments, before sitting down at the kitchen table.

You started talking about your family backround, how school and work combined stress you out, how you don't like looking at yourself in the mirror. Mizu knew she was the one asking, but she hated hearing it, because she felt powerless.

But even if she felt that way, she was determined. She'll somehow make it better for you.

She spent the next day, thinking about ways to help you get more comfortable with yourself.

She started drawing small cats and bugs on your bandages when she changed them, to make you not want to throw up when you see them.

She stole your lipstick to make a kissmark on the mirror, to exactly where your forehead is in height, so everytime you look in the mirror, you get "kissed".

And she came up with this genius idea to bug a huge pack of stickers, and give you one for every day you stay clean.

She knew it wasn't much.

But to you it meant the world.

#blue eye samurai #bes mizu #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #bes x reader #mizu fanfic #fanfiction #sh comfort

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mariclerc · 3 months

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Hi sweetie I would like to ask for a second part of a slow pace maybe like the reader first time…would be so cool

If not is also okay 🤍

Oh god, thank you for this request!! Here we have part two 💗💗 Btw, I'm not very good at writing these kinds of topics but I'll make the effort.

A slow pace (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: Where you don't usually have much experience in the romantic aspect, but you have a boyfriend who is willing to go slow if you need to.

Warning: none just fluff. It's a long one, I hope you like it!!

Part 1.

The apartment is dimly lit, the only light coming from the city lights twinkling outside the window. You and Charles are curled up on the couch, a movie playing silently on the TV in the background. Although neither of you are paying attention to the movie, since your attention is merely on the two of you.

Charles has his arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers gently tracing circles on your arm. You lean into his touch, a shy smile playing on your lips. There's a comfortable silence between you two, but it's filled with unspoken tension.

“Charles, can I ask you something?” You ask him timidly.

“Anything, bellissima.” He smiles.

“It's just... I've never really been in a relationship before, you know that... And I know you have, obviously, I was wondering... what do we do now?” You say a little blushing.

Charles chuckles softly, understanding dawning in his eyes. He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“There's no rulebook, amore. We just do what feels right... Now, tell me, what do you want to do?” He says gently.

You bite your lip, your cheeks flushing a deeper red. “I don't know. Maybe... get closer?” You whisper.

A playful glint lights up Charles' eyes. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “How much closer, principessa?” he teases you.

You shivers at his warm breath tickling your skin. You meets his gaze, a mixture of nervousness and desire swirling in your eyes. “I don't know Charlie, wherever you want it's okay.” You say shyly.

Charles smiles warmly, his heart melting at your vulnerability. He takes your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “How about we start slow babe? Small steps, okay?” He says softly.

You nods, a small smile gracing your lips. Charles leans in again, this time placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. The kiss is chaste, but it sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Does that feel okay?”

You nod again, a blush creeping up your neck. Charles' smile widens, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Good, because I have a few more ideas of how we can get closer. But only if you're comfortable, cara mia.”

You take another deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You look into his warm, inviting eyes and knows that you really trust him completely.

“Lead the way, mon amour.”

Charles' smile turns into a full-blown grin. He takes your hand tenderly, leading you towards the bedroom. The movie is forgotten, the city lights outside fade away. All that matters is the spark between the both of you, the promise of something new and exciting, and the feeling of being safe and loved in Charles' arms.

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As you enter the bedroom, the soft light casting playful shadows on the walls. Charles closes the door gently, the click echoing in the quiet room.

He turns towards you, his eyes searching yours. He notices your slightly trembling breath and the way your eyes nervously dart around the room. He takes your hand once again, his touch reassuring.

“There's no pressure, cara mia. We can stop whenever you want, okay? Just say the word and I'll stop, okay?”

You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

Charles smiles warmly, then reaches out to turn off the bedside lamp. The room plunges into darkness, except for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. For a few moments, you just snuggled together as the tension of the moment slowly faded away, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

Charles starts gently stroking your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He leans closer to you, whispering to you.

“Can I kiss you again?”

You hesitate for a moment, then you close your eyes and nod. Charles smiles and leans in, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tender kiss.

The kiss is different from the one before... It's deeper, more passionate, but it still feels soft, filled with unspoken emotions. You melt into his touch, your shyness fading away as you lose yourself in the moment.

You both pull away slowly, both breathless. Slowly you open your eyes and stare into his eyes, in which you can see that there is a little desire and at the same time tenderness and respect towards you.

“What now?” You say while your voice shakes a little.

Charles looks at you, his eyes filled with warmth. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek.

“Whatever you want, amore. We can take it slow, or we can see where the night takes us. The choice is totally yours.”

“Then let's see where the night takes us.” You say with a little confidence.

Charles smiles, his eyes sparkling with joy. He leans in again, and this time, the kiss is filled with a promise of something more, something exciting, and something that you are going to discover together. The kiss lingers, heat building between them. As you both pull away, both are breathless, eyes locked. Charles traces a finger down your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh god, you're so so pretty... My pretty girl.” He said with a husky voice.

He leans in again, but this time, instead of kissing your lips, he kisses the sensitive skin behind your ear. The feeling sends a jolt of electricity through you and you let out a soft gasp.

“Charles...” You said with fluttering eyes.

“I want to feel you closer, amore. Is that okay?” He asked with his voice being barely a whisper.

You nod, your heart pounding against your chest. He gently pulls away the covers, revealing the soft glow of moonlight on your skin. He gently trace the outline of your shoulder with his fingers, sending goosebumps erupting in your wake.

“You're so beautiful, baby. So gorgeous.”

He leans in again, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He kisses the delicate curve of your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. You close your eyes, surrendering to the feeling of his touch.

“Charles...” You say with a trembling voice.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours.

“Tell me what you want, babe.” He says softly.

You hesitate a little, then you take a deep breath.

“I want to touch you too.” You say shyly.

A smile spreads across Charles' face. He reaches out and takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. He guides your hand to his chest, where you can feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt.

“Can you feel that bella? It's all for you.”

You squeezes his hand, her own heart pounding in response. You slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest, with your hand you trace the lines with her fingertips, your touch sending shivers down his spine.

“You're incredible.” You say in a whisper.

Charles leans in and kisses you once again, this time with a newfound intensity. His hand trails down your back, and he reaches the hem of your shirt and gently pulls it up, revealing the smooth skin of your stomach.

“You are, bellissima... My own pretty angel.”

He kisses you again, his lips trailing down your neck and chest. You gasp, overwhelmed by the sensations he's giving to you. You reach out and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

“More... Please...” You plead.

Charles smiles, his eyes filled with desire. He knows that you're ready, and he wants to take things slow, savoring every moment with you. He continues to explore your body with his touch, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The air crackles with unspoken desire. Charles' lips graze the sensitive skin of your shoulder, eliciting a soft gasp. Your hands clench in his hair, grounding you in the moment.

“Tell me what you like, amore. Where do you want me to touch?” He murmurs.

You hesitate, cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You've never been this close to anyone before, and the vulnerability feels both thrilling and intimidating.

“Everywhere babe... But... maybe my hands are shaking.” You say with your voice barely a whisper.

Charles chuckles softly, he takes your hand in his, his warm touch calming your racing pulse.

“It's okay, bellissima. We're learning together, It doesn't need to be perfect.” He says reassuringly.

His words ease her apprehension. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of his fingers intertwined with hers.

He smiles, his eyes filled with warmth and adoration. He leans in and kisses her forehead, a gesture of pure affection.

“We can stop whenever you want if you need to, okay? This is about you, not me.”

You shake your head, a newfound determination in your eyes. “No babe... Let's keep exploring... Together.”

Charles smiles, his heart swelling with love and respect. He knows this is just the beginning of their journey, and he's excited to discover where it leads them. He leans in again, this time for a kiss filled with both passion and tenderness, a promise of more to come.

The room is a whirlwind of emotions, a tapestry woven with the threads of desire, anticipation, and a touch of nervous excitement. Charles' fingers trace a path across your skin, sending shivers down your spine like whispers in the night. Your breath hitches as his touch lingers on the sensitive curve of your neck, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

His lips, warm and inviting, brush against your earlobe, his voice a low murmur against your skin. “You're so breathtaking, mon bébé,” he whispers, his words laden with unspoken desires.

You lean in closer, your own breath catching in your throat. Your bodies are pressed together, heat radiating from each other like a furnace. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Your lips meet in a heated dance, a tangle of exploration and discovery. His touch ignites a fire within you, sending flames dancing across your soft skin. Your fingers, tentative at first, become bolder, tracing the contours of his muscles, memorizing the landscape of his desire.

You both move in unison, a symphony of unspoken language played out in touches and sighs. Clothes become mere obstacles, discarded like fallen leaves on a path towards intimacy. Your bodies meet, skin against skin, a searing connection that leaves them breathless.

The night unfolds in a blur of whispered promises, soft moans, stolen kisses, and gentle explorations. Together you push boundaries, discovering each other's desires with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration. Each touch, each caress, is a new chapter in your unfolding story, a language you are learning together as a team.

As dawn paints the sky with streaks of gold, you lie entwined, your bodies relaxed, hearts pounding in tandem. The air is thick with unspoken emotions, the echo of your shared passion lingering like a sweet perfume. Of course you haven't reached the end of your journey, but you've taken a significant step, a leap of faith into the unknown together.

#formula one x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x you #charles x reader #shy reader

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benedictscanvas · 11 months

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Hi! I’m such a huge fan of your Ted Lasso fics! I completely agree that there’s not enough Roy Kent fics out there. I was wondering if I could request a fic where Roy has feelings for the physiotherapist on the team and she has feelings for him too, and he’s all upset after his final game because he won’t be able to see her anymore and he’s worried she’s upset because he undid all her hard work rehabbing his knee, but it’s all sweet and yearning. I know that’s a lot so if it’s not your thing, absolutely no worries!

i've been meaning to get to this one, because i really like it!! and i just want to thank you for ur support because ur user pops up a lot in my notifs and i appreciate you so much <3 also i've made up roy's injury and keeley is with jamie in this ahaha | 2k words (!!), tw language, hurt/comfort

Roy is barely holding himself together.

He sinks down onto the bench in the dressing room and stares straight away, eyes burning. It's like his whole body is on fire and he knows if he held his hand in front of his face, it would be shaking. He doesn't try it, instead curls his hands into fists, clenching the bench below him.

He's fucked it.

His knee. His career. His life. It had been coming, he knew, but he still expected to have a year or two left in him. Some time to come to terms with his whole world coming crashing down around him. Instead he does one stupid fucking tackle on Jamie fucking Tartt and now he's done. Even the crowd had known it. The thought of them chanting for him brings back a lump in his throat.

He sees a shadow at the door and hangs his head. Knows the outline of you too well to pretend it's anyone else. You've come to shout at him, or slap him around the face, or maybe mock him. Whatever it is, he doesn't want to hear it.

You enter silently other than the door clicking shut behind you, but Roy doesn't look up to greet you. He keeps his eyes on the floor.

"I don't-" he clears his throat when his voice comes out all hoarse. All wrong, "I don't want to hear it. I fucked it, I know, and I don't want to fucking hear it."

You don't respond, instead walking further over to him and crouching down in front of him. He'd waved you away on the pitch, surprised that you'd let him stand up and walk off. He didn't look back at you when he did, knowing all he'd see would be disappointment.

You've got your physio bag, he notices, and you're unzipping it, rifling through the contents.

"There's no point. Get out, Y/N," he tries again, voice more desperate this time, "Please."

"Would you just shut the fuck up?" you say suddenly, louder than the quiet room deserved. You sigh, at yourself it seems, but Roy is frozen in place. He'd prepared himself for you to come and shout at him, but still hadn't expected you to really do it. You never shouted.

Still, he did as he was told, because he was too stunned to argue with you.

You get an icepack on his knee immediately, grumbling under your breath but he can't make out the words. There's some gel that you rub on too, and that eases some of the pain he's in, not that he can bring himself to say thank you. When you've properly secured the icepack to his knee, you finally look up at his face.

"You might have hurt yourself more by refusing that stretcher, you twat," you spit out, and he can see the anxiety swirling across your whole face, "Why do you have to be so..."

You trail off, scoffing to yourself without finishing your sentence as your gaze drops back down to his knee. Roy is tired and in pain and frustrated - all three of which were reasons for not wanting to have this conversation right now.

"Reckless? Fucking stupid? Old as shit? It's just what I fucking am, alright? I couldn't let that shit score, and now it's over. Fucking all of it."

He hears his voice get small towards the end. You're back looking at him and shaking your head before he's even finished.

"For the season, yeah. Then we get back to fucking work, Kent. We can start you on the slow stuff, rebuild the strength. I can assess whether you'll need an op-"

"Y/N."

"Don't," you say harshly, pointing up at him, but there's a break in your voice he doesn't know what to do with, "You're not done."

"We both know that it's my fucking ACL. Two years recovery time, more 'cause I'm fucking ancient. It's over."

He sees the tears in your eyes then. Fuck. One minute he thought you were unbearably angry with him, now you were on the verge of crying? He felt slow in a whole new way, unable to keep up with where this was going.

"You've worked so fucking hard," you grind out, "It can't just...if I'd done more on your knee the last few weeks maybe...We knew it was a problem. I could have-"

It hits him like a freight train when he realises all your anger is directed at yourself. That you're blaming yourself, not him. He gulps, watches you staring off in the direction of Ted's office as your tears fall.

You've worked together ceaselessly this season. He needs a lot of treatment in a lot of areas nowadays, not that he likes to admit it. You've been there every step of the way, poking and prodding and kneading out every knot, but also laughing. Eating the occasional breakfast when he comes in early for you to work on him.

He's not sure he's ever been this into someone before. Where it's crept up on him slowly and then washed over him all at once - about a month ago when Phoebe visited Richmond. Seeing you with her was like seeing some kind of future he never thought he'd have.

He still didn't think he'd have it. This injury was proof enough that good things didn't have a habit of coming his way. It was why he'd kept quiet about it ever since he realised rather than pouring his heart out to you.

"Hey," he says gruffly, completely out of his depth, "You're blaming yourself? I thought you were fucking livid with me."

Your eyes shoot back to his despite their bloodshot nature. Despite the situation, he watches as you giggle in disbelief.

"Angry with you? When has that ever fucking happened?" you say wetly, wiping at your face with rough fingertips, "I'm your physio, Roy, I'm meant to prevent this shit. And fix it. And now I can't fucking do either."

A fresh wave of tears bubbles up over your eyelids and travels down your face as you let out a sob. It's the first time he thinks about another side effect of his career ending - he'll have to leave Richmond. All the people he's come to love, despite really not wanting to. That would include you.

With an instinct he didn't know he had, he reached out to tug on your hand. You looked up at him in surprise, but he helps to pull you up with a small groan when you don't really let him take any of your weight. He guides you to sit next to him on the bench, so you do, sniffling uncontrollably.

"You've done a fucking lot for me these last few years. Especially this season. Don't fucking beat yourself up about this. I'm the one who made the stupid tackle."

"He was through on goal. You stopped him."

"And it might not make a fucking difference."

"It might," you try, crying slowing down as you switch into protective mode. He's seen you do it many times, but it never fails to bring warmth to his face, "Look, if I can't beat myself up, neither can you. Let's just blame the fucking universe, yeah?"

He considers it. Sounds like a good way to vent his frustration without falling into a spiral of self-hatred, but it might also get you to stop crying which is all he wants in the fucking world at this moment.

"Fine. Fuck the universe."

"Fuck the universe," you agree, bumping your shoulder lightly into his own, "Now would you start crying, please, so I'm not the only one embarrassing myself?"

Roy smiles despite himself at that, happy when he turns your way and sees you smiling too.

"I'm going to cry later, in the privacy of my fucking home," he says, wrapping an arm around you because it feels like both the right time and the right place, "Like a normal fucking person."

"Fuck you," you laugh, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. Roy spots a stray tear on your collarbone and reaches to smudge it away without thinking. You shuffle closer to him, his arm still around you, and put your own hand on his thigh.

Roy's brain short-circuits.

"I'll be leaving," he says, sudden even to himself, "Can't fucking stick around if I'm not playing."

"I know," you say softly, tucking your head into his shoulder. He can't let his own head rest against yours, because he knows he'd get too comfortable. Knows he'd never want to move again.

He takes a moment. He knows what he wants to say, he's just not sure he can.

"I don't want to fucking leave," he gets out through gritted teeth, but he's left out the most important word.

You. I don't want to fucking leave you.

It's stuck in his throat as he peers down at the top of your head, still resting on him. He kicks himself inwardly when he can't get the extra word out before you start talking, index finger tracing gentle patterns just above his knee.

"Yeah, I don't want you to fucking leave either," you say, as if you're admitting something terrible. He can tell you're watching the movement of your own hand to avoid looking up at him. "You won't stick around, join the coaching staff?"

"Fuck no," he barks out, feeling you chuckle against his side, "I couldn't do that shit."

"You could," you insist, "But it's okay if you don't want to. I just thought maybe I could look after you if you did."

He tries to move away from you to look at your face with a smirk, but you stay rooted to the spot and stop drawing your patterns on his leg abruptly.

"Your knee! I meant look after your fucking knee, Jesus."

It's now or never. He's so sick of never saying what he fucking means around you, but if he can't do that, he'll settle for the next best thing.

"Do you make house calls?"

It's the worst line he's ever used. But you're here rather than watching the end of the match, and your head is on his shoulder, hand on his thigh. He wonders if maybe, his luck might be balancing out, if maybe you'll understand what he's trying and failing to say.

"Huh?"

He stifles his own chuckle at the confusion in your voice. Willing himself to just fucking do something, he takes your hand from his knee and holds it in his own, clasping on tightly. There's a spike in his heart rate when you grip his hand right back.

"I'm asking-" he begins, hoping you can't hear his heartbeat, "-if you do house calls. To look after my knee, and shit. Once I'm gone."

"Oh."

You've definitely understood his meaning. In past months, he'd be tearing his hair out over trying to read between the lines, probably taking it out on Ted or Jamie or Isaac or whoever was nearby to be shouted at. Now he's positive, as you cling to his hand, that you know what he's trying to say.

Even if he's not sure of your reaction yet, there's already a weight lifted from his chest. And whatever that fucking gel you put on his knee was, he hasn't felt the pain in it since.

"As a club physio, no," you answer slowly, but he knows that's not the end of your sentence, "No house calls. Also no going into the dressing room during a match, no putting numbing cream on an injury just cause you don't want a player in pain, no holding a player's hand."

He's grinning now. Maybe because you can't actually see him doing it, but then he locks in on something you've said amongst the floating feeling that's taken over his body.

"Wait, you put fucking numbing cream on me?"

"You're welcome," you retort, "My point is that I've clearly broken a few rules for you already. So, house calls it is. For the sake of your knee."

He squeezes your hand.

"For the sake of my fucking knee, yeah."

And because it doesn't feel so scary anymore, he puts his head on top of your own and reminds himself that he was going to cry later, not now. For now, with your hand lodged tightly in his own, he decides to think about that future he didn't think he'd ever get, instead.

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please see this post if you would like to request your own roy/jamie drabble!! closing soon <3

#roy kent x reader #roy kent #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent imagine #roy kent fluff #roy kent oneshot #busy week drabbles!#like real people queue

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azulhood · 8 months

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Johnny 13 accidentally gains a brother.

He didn't plan for this to happen, it just did!

He was visiting his hometown, hanging around crime alley when a street rat tried to steal his bike having not noticed him.

The kid was in the middle of trying to Hotwire his bike when he couldn't help but comment. "It's the other wire, that one sets the alarm off."

"Thanks." The kid replied distractedly letting go of the slightly glowing green wire and reaching for the faintly glowing red wire.

A quiet pause.

The kid slowly turned his head so that he was looking into Johnny's eyes. "This is your bike, ain't it?" The kid asked having realised he wasn't alone.

Johnny smiled with maybe one too many teeth but luckily the kid didn't seem phased "Yep."

The kid nodded as if it was just his luck. "Ya gonna beat me up?"

"Nah, it's not like I ain't Hotwire my own fair share." He wasn't worried that the kid would steal his bike, and if the kid managed to pull it off the bike would just return to him.

"Come on kid, let's get something to eat." The kid narrowed his eyes in suspicion as Johnny walked away, that's fine, it was the kid's choice if he followed or not.

Curiosity and hunger seemed to win out as the kid fell in step beside him.

Johnny found the nearest bat burger (they weren't around when he was alive and not something he'd ever really get used to) and got a family meal with money he had 'burrowed' from the residents of Amity Park.

"Why you doing this?" The kid questioned after devouring three burgers and starting on his fourth.

Johnny shrugged. "Just know what it's like to go hungry is all." He didn't really know, maybe it was because the kid reminded him of himself or maybe it was just Phantom was rubbing off on him.

It was time for them to go their separate ways once the meal was finished and the few leftovers hidden away.

His bike was right where he left it "hey, kid. What's your name?" Johnny asked as he started the ignition.

The kid stared right into his eyes, like he was weighing Johnny's worth. "Jason."

"Jason Todd" The kid said it slow, like each word was a mistake.

Jason Todd,huh? Johnny committed it to memory. "Name's Johnny, kid." He gave back. "I'll see you around."

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After that it became a sort of habit to find the kid, buy him food and listen to whatever was happening in town, whenever he visited Gotham.

The other ghosts thought it was funny, one of them even jokingly said "welcome to parenthood."

But it didn't feel like Jason was his kid. It felt more like... Having a little brother.

Yeah, that was it.

One day Johnny rolled into Gotham with a crisp one hundred in his pocket, unknowingly donated by the Manson family, fullly intending on buying Jason some new clothes, probably a few books, and maybe a new lock pick set.

But he couldn't find him.

Johnny searched crime alley top to bottom, he checked the police headquarters, checked every bat burger, checked the docks.

He ignored the growing pit of worry that in his chest.

Johnny finally found Jason in a swanky mansion that was obviously owned by someone who could give plasmius a run for his money.

Jason, book worm that he was, was found sitting in the mansions library.

Really one of these days Johnny should introduce him to Ghostwriter, they'd get along great.

"Hey, kid."

Jason jumped and whatever book he was reading fell out of his hands.

He lit up once he saw who it was. "Johnny, you're here!" That excitement turned to fear and worry "You can't be here, what if you get caught?"

Johnny waved the kid's worry away. "Don't sweat it, nobody sees me if I don't want'em to." Then it was Johnny's turn to be concerned. "What happened, I couldn't find you in crime alley."

Jason's face went through a complicated range of emotions. "I got adopted by Bruce Wayne."

Johnny's eyes flashed, he knew the horror stories about adoption. "He treating you okay?" The man would never breathe again if he wasn't.

Seeing the possible murder scene, Jason eased his worries. "Yeah, he's fine, it's just a bit weird."

Homicide prevented for now.

Johnny took a seat across from the kid in a chair that was probably worth more then Johnny owned living or dead. "Alright, fill me in."

And Jason did.

Johnny learned about how he was caught stealing the wheels off the Batmobile (he couldn't tell if that was bravery or stupidity) by the Batman which somehow led to Bruce Wayne adopting him.

"I think his other kid doesn't like me much, but it ain't bad here." Jason said as he finished his story.

Johnny quietly nodded as he absorbed the information and thought about where to go from here.

He had planned on getting Jason a nice home (woulda offered his own haunt if the living could live in the ghost zone) preferably in Amity where he could meet everyone. (Kitty would love him)

Here Jason had the chance to never go hungry, get into good schools, always have what he needed.

This situation was...ideal.

Even if Johnny wasn't happy with it. "You happy here?" What mattered was that Jason was.

Jason visibly thought about it. "...Yeah...I am."

And the decision was made.

"You know you can come to me for anything, right? If you want to get out of here or just want someone to talk to." Johnny needed the kid to know that.

Jason rolled his eyes but replied. "Yeah, Johnny, I know."

So Johnny left reluctantly feeling like he was making a mistake somehow.

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Johnny was fighting Phantom with Kitty when he felt it.

He felt Jason die.

And Johnny s c r e a m e d

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He nearly tore apart the ghost zone in his search for Jason's ghost.

There was no way that Jason didn't form a ghost with the amount of time exposed to Johnny's ectoplasmic self.

Kitty helped him search, everyone helped him search, even Phantom.

But he couldn't find his little brother.

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Then he felt it.

He felt Jason come back to life.

He didn't know the details and he didn't care. All that mattered was that the kid was alive.

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He tried to search the living realm for the kid, which would have been made a ton easier if the GIW wasn't shooting at him every ten minutes.

At some point he gave up looking and waited instead.

Jason would find his way home to Gotham at some point, all Johnny had to do was wait.

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Johnny knew the second Jason stepped into the fair city of Gotham.

He broke many speeding limits and traffic laws on his way there but he didn't care.

Especially when he saw Jason on the streets, he looked different but Johnny would know that kid anywhere.

Johnny opened his mouth to call out.

But then Jason with him and his mouth snapped shut with a click.

There wasn't even a glimmer of recognition in Jason's eyes.

His brother didn't remember him.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #Jason Todd #Johnny 13 #me: ooooh Johnny and Jason knowing each other is a cool idea #also me:...how do I make it hurt more? oh! memory loss!

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mypoisonedvine · 8 months

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Have you seen Peacock yet? In love with the idea of Yandere!John and Yandere!Emma keeping you as their pet. They both love you so much. Emma’s a softer yan but she still doesn’t want to let you go. 🥰🥰🥰

YES. YES. YES YE SYE SYES Y-

warnings: dark, implied/described noncon, kidnapping/captivity, yandere, housewife kink

You shivered slightly as Emma ran her hands over your hair, humming to herself. "Is the water too cold, sweetie?" she asked.

You didn't answer. It was a little tepid, but that wasn't why you shivered. She sighed a little as she ran her hand down your back, fingers ghosting over a bruise by your shoulder.

"He can be a little... rough, can't he?" she noticed, lowering her voice, and you still didn't respond, looking away from her even more as if the tile wall by the bathtub was suddenly fascinating to you. "Lean back, sweetie, so I can wash your hair."

You did as you were told, laying back to submerge the back of your head in the water; you kept your eyes open at first, but when she looked right at you with those dark brown eyes, you quickly shut your own.

Her hand scooped water over your hairline, carefully avoiding getting any in your eyes. You sighed as you felt her be so delicate with you... you only wish those hands had been so kind before. John didn't say anything when he fucked you; he just held you down, and left you in the bed alone when he was done. Emma came in after, seeming surprised and uncomfortable at the sight of you like that, before softly suggesting 'lets get you cleaned up, dear.'

She sat you back up carefully; at first, you were so unwillingly lost in your memories that you didn't notice her trying to prompt you to lift yourself again.

There was silence, spare the gentle sloshing of water around the tub, and Emma's quiet humming.

"Will you ever let me go?" you blurted out suddenly.

She stopped humming. She sighed a little. "He thinks you're safer here."

"But what do you think?"

She bit her lip, looking away demurely. "Well... I don't think that makes any difference, does it?"

You felt anxiousness stir in your gut as you thought of what you could say then, but feared it would get you in trouble. You couldn't really afford to keep any cards in your hand now, could you? "You could... you could tell him to let me go," you suggested hesitantly.

"Oh-- no, that's not an option," she insisted quickly. "It would be easier to help you adjust to living here now."

Your shoulders sank; realizing this route of conversation was useless, you mostly stopped listening and tried to just think of anything else.

"He's just trying to court you," she explained, "but he doesn't know how."

Not getting a response, she still went on, but moreso talking to herself.

"Maybe he just needs a little help..."

Don't be so nervous. She might like you if you give her a chance! -Emma

John looked at the note with a frown. He wasn't sure what to think of it. He really would've preferred that Emma stayed out of his romantic life, but he also couldn't deny that she probably had some advice he could use... a woman's perspective, that is. John really didn't know anything about women. Hence, keeping you here.

Stepping into the room, he winced a little when he saw you jump, obviously trying to hide how afraid you were of him. He couldn't blame you. But he couldn't help it, either.

For a long moment, you just looked at him; he suddenly realized it was bizarre that he hadn't said anything.

"You look pretty."

He found himself absent-mindedly rubbing his palms on his slacks. "Um... she picked out the dress for me..." you informed him.

"It's pretty. You look pretty," he said again.

You jolted slightly, again, when he stepped in, but he ignored it and walked to the record player. He turned it down-- way down-- and started a slow song quietly. He wasn't sure what he expected; he certainly imagined what might happen, that he might be able to dance with you, but he didn't expect it. You wouldn't want to--

"Do you want to dance?" you offered suddenly, making him whip his head around in surprise. You'd stepped closer to him but seemed to shy away when he looked at you-- he tried to soften his face.

"...do you?" he returned incredulously.

"I... I might," you shrugged, acting a little shy suddenly-- he thought it was rather adorable.

"Why?" he wondered bluntly.

"It sounds fun," you answered with a little smile, but then you glanced away and gave a second answer-- the more honest one, it seemed. "I... I want things to be different, with us."

He nodded. He did, too. He didn't like hurting you... he just didn't think he had any other choice.

"So, I thought... maybe we could dance!" you finished.

"Y-yes, um, sure," he agreed. "I haven't... danced in a long time..."

"That's alright," you assured sweetly, "I'll teach you."

He didn't completely trust your kindness, even if it made his cheeks burn a bit. You'd been so scared of him before, so empty behind the eyes when he forced you onto the bed--

"Can you waltz?" you asked.

"U-um--"

"We can do something easier," you decided quickly instead, motioning for him to come a little closer. Nervously, but obediently, he did.

He carefully took your waist, sighing harder through his nose than he meant to-- he didn't want you to know how nervous he was.

But he probably gave it away when you reached up and held his shoulders, and he looked at you with wide eyes.

Then, you started to sway together-- slowly, in time with the music. He couldn't look away from you, even when he realized that you were looking away out of awkward discomfort. You just looked so beautiful like this, and holding you in his arms just felt so right. He held his breath when you leaned in and laid your head on his chest, as if one wrong move would scare you off.

He thought about asking you why you were doing this. He thought about telling you that he knew all along you were made for him-- that you would be happy here, if you let yourself accept it. He thought about just grabbing you and pulling you closer, desperate to feel your body against his own. But he was too scared: he didn't do anything, not until you told him to.

You looked up at him suddenly, with wide and pleading eyes. "You can kiss me, John," you whispered.

What could he possibly say to that? Thankfully, he got the sense that he didn't really need to say anything... he could just kiss you, apparently, so he did. He wasn't really sure if he was doing it right-- but it felt right, pressing his lips to yours softly. You were so sweet and delicate... he melted a little, right then, knowing more than ever that he made the right choice bringing you here. His heart was pounding and his mind was swarming with the overwhelming obsession with you that he could hardly believe he'd once tried to fight.

You started to pull away, but his desperation took over-- he grabbed your face and kissed you harder, following you when you stepped back until you stumbled into the dresser and he had to catch you. "John, wait--" you mumbled.

"Don't wanna wait," he groaned in reply. "I waited so long for you already--"

Still, you pushed him back at the shoulders, and he quickly wiped his mouth as he broke away from you. "I'm sorry," you said right away, "it's not-- it's not that I don't want you to... I just wanted to talk to you first."

"Oh... okay," he mumbled, feeling more confused than ever. What was there to talk about?

"I... I think you're very sweet," you told him, "and I always thought that-- it's why I came to the bank so much, you know. To see you."

He smiled a little. He'd always suspected that, but never let himself truly believe it. A girl like you would never go for a guy like him... or he wouldn't have had to do this.

"But it's just... it's not practical, is it?" you said. "The way you went about it--"

"I-I just need you too much," he tried to defend.

"No, I understand," you promised with a sigh, "and I'm not angry. But... I think maybe... it might be better if you let me--"

"No."

You whined a little. "You didn't even hear what I wanted--"

"I don't need to. You want to leave," he accused. "And I won't let you."

"John, you can't do this. You can't keep me here forever!" you yelped.

"You say you want things to be different with us, then you say that," he sneered. "You want to make me angry, don't you?"

"No, John," you denied quickly, but he was already stepping closer, backing you into a corner. "John, please--"

"You want me to be like this!" he continued regardless. "You're trying to make me angry!"

You shook your head, eyes welling as he pushed you back.

"You know you can't leave. You know I can't let you leave," he growled, grabbing you hard as you whined and tried weakly to fight him. His chest swelled with an addictive sort of rage... no, he didn't want to hurt you, but something made him feel sickly proud when he did, because he could. "You belong to me now. Nothing's ever gonna change that."

"Please," you sobbed weakly, hiding your face in your hands-- but he pulled them away and pinned them back, pressing himself to you until you looked up at him fearfully.

"I'm never letting you leave this house," he assured, "you'll be lucky if I let you leave that bed again."

You had barely even opened your mouth to protest when he wrapped his hand around your neck, choking your cries into silence.

"Not another word, Mrs. Skillpa," he whispered sharply. "This is my house-- and I own everything in it. I'm in charge here, understand?"

#john skillpa x reader #emma skillpa x reader #john skillpa dark fic #emma skillpa dark fic #cillian murphy x reader

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batterygarden · 1 year

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play fighting with blue lock boys

ft. Nagi & Rin, sfw but no minors on my page pls, also featuring the use of mario kart wii.... I wrote most of this on the stairmaster & it's not proofread don't mind me. this is silly. also Rin catches you and holds you in his arms seemingly easily

Seishiro Nagi

“Seishiro. I wanna get there early. You need to get ready.”

Your boyfriend stares up at you with a dramatically tired face—the kind that should be on one of those animal abuse commercials with sad music layered on top.

“This is lame.” He scoots one inch closer to the edge of the bed under your harsh gaze, eyeing the floor next to it. He’s pretending like he’s working on getting up, but you know the second you turn around he’ll return to his cozy position on his side, playing games on his phone.

So you march over to meet him, flipping his covers back while he stares at you with wide eyes.

You’ve reminded Nagi what felt like a million times that tonight was the night you scheduled a double date with your boss and her husband, something he’d agreed to albeit reluctantly. Granted, you aren’t thrilled by the prospect of spending an unpaid evening with your employer either, but you had already avoided her request longer than what should have been possible. Nagi had honestly expected an excuse to get out of this would present itself before the dinner came, but now he’s run out of time. He’s still pushing you to cancel as a last ditch effort.

“Lame or not you said you’d go! It’s your own fault for agreeing.”

He starts rising to a sitting position really slowly, mumbling that he was coerced.

You roll your eyes, his attitude frankly isn’t helping your morale either.

“Ugggh okay, Sei, let’s make a deal.”

Nagi sits up the rest of the way easily, forgetting his mission to move as slow as possible.

“I’ll reschedule tonight’s dinner—even though it’ll be really annoying—IF you can beat me at a race in mario kart wii. If not, you have to come right away with no complaints!”

You have to pat yourself on the back for your clever idea—this should get Nagi up and moving and ready quickly—he loves video games. And you don’t need to worry about rescheduling, Nagi has only ever beaten you in mario kart one time as a fluke—it’s the one video game you’ll always be superior at since you grew up with a wii and he didn’t.

Your confidence wavers at the way Nagi visibly relaxes hearing your offer though, a calm little grin overtaking his features at your words.

“Deal.”

Next thing you know you’re sitting on the couch while Nagi prepares the wii console, easy confidence exuding from every movement, his facial expression bored. He even lets you choose the map you race on!

“Wow underestimating me much? Or maybe you’re secretly excited to hangout with my boss,” you chuckle under the guise of confidence, but really your palms are sweating. You choose the toughest course, rainbow road—you really don’t wanna have to reschedule tonight.

You start off nice and easy, securing your position in first place quickly as always. You clearly had nothing to worry about.

After the first lap though, you notice yoshi cruising up behind you on the bottom of your screen, following your route carefully in his classic dragster kart—what the hell?

“Nagi! S’that you??” Your steering starts to turn a little frantic.

“I’m yoshi, yeah.” His voice is calm and quiet. You can’t help but notice in your peripheral the lazy way he leans back in the couch, manspreading while he squishes himself comfortably in the cushions. Your tense perch on the edge of your seat is a funny contrast.

“How are you doing this?” You ask as he gains leverage, overtaking first place for a few seconds at a time. The race is close.

“Just trying really hard.” Nagi’s voice sounds like he just woke up from a nap—slow and peaceful. You’re infuriated.

“Have you been letting me win all this time?!” You almost shout, panic setting in as Yoshi begins his third lap a second before you.

“No. Just was taking it easy before. Now ’m getting serious.” His steering is flawless when you peek at his side of the screen. It feels like the last lap disappears too quickly before Nagi finishes in first place—a whole three seconds before you.

You throw your remote on the couch in defeat, burying your face in your hands while Nagi starts peeling a clementine.

“This is ridiculous. How was that so easy for you?”

“I dunno, maybe Mario Kart’s just an easy game. ‘T’s kinda fun, actually. We should play it more.” He pauses to eat a piece of fruit. “Wanna get uber eats ?”

You glare at him while you reach for your phone.

Itoshi Rin

“I’m gonna be working super late tonight so I think I’ll miss you when you get back,” You look up from your phone to meet Rin’s eyes when you add, “also don’t eat my left overs later! Or else..” Rin pauses on his way towards the door. He hadn’t been planning on eating your carefully labeled takeout box but… the way you worded that is funny. His face is expressionless when he asks,

“Or else what?”

You look up again from your screen, frowning. “What do you mean or else what?”

There’s a microscopic lift to one corner of his mouth and the barest spark of amusement in his eyes. He lets the strap of his gym bag slide from his shoulder to the crook of his elbow.

“Well what would happen if I ate them… like what are you going to do?”

You grit your teeth and swing a comical fist in the air “I’ll beat you up—” the raise of his eyebrows and upward twist of his mouth has you backtracking—apparently he’s not going to let you get away with pretending right now, “...I’ll give you a wet willy!”

He tilts his head a bit to the side, openly smirking. “...okay. I mean ‘t’s not like i’d let you do that.”

You roll your eyes and slouch in your chair like you’ve given up on the matter… pretending to refocus on your phone screen. But you’re watching him in your peripheral, noticing the slight raise of his smirk while he lifts the strap of his bag back to his shoulder, waiting till he turns his head away to launch your sneak attack. After a second of analyzing your face he does turn towards the door and, with the grace of a flying squirrel, you immediately push off the chair you’d been curled on, launching into the air from the balls of your feet in an attempt to tackle him from behind.

And he fucking catches you. One second he was walking ignorantly towards the door, the next you’re in his arms, unable to move from his freakishly strong hold.

You frown at his almost bored facial expression, sticking your finger in your mouth and reaching for his ear as fast as you can. Of course your wrist is caught before it can get close, and your other arm is already stuck between your bodies—you’re immediately completely immobilized.

“Ugh. Kinda hate you right now! This is so unnecessary,” you huff, struggling in his grasp then giving him a dramatic sad face when he won’t let go.

His own expression turns bewildered at your words, “You attacked me! I literally told you I wouldn’t let you put spit in my ear you fucking cretin.”

“I wouldn’t have tried to if you didn’t threaten my food!”

“Oh my god I wasn’t going to eat your two-day-old pizza.”

You huff and lift your pinky on the hand he’s holding in the air, “promise?”

Rin rolls his eyes but releases your wrist to link fingers with yours. Then he sets you down, readjusting his gym bag.

His face is still annoyed when he leans in to peck your puckered lips before he heads out the door. He freezes when he feels your still damp pointer finger shove its way into his ear canal before he can pull away though.

When you lean away to meet his eyes with a barely concealed smile, his glare makes you feel like you’re on death row.

#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock nagi #nagi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock #nagi seishiro #nagi #rin itoshi #blue lock rin itoshi #bllk headcanons #bllk fluff #rin itoshi fluff #nagi bllk #nagi fluff

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nar-nia · 1 year

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"What a day," you groaned, barely making it to the large hotel bed until you collapsed onto it. "I really don't know how you do it."

Heeseung laughed, letting out a small "uff" when he lay down next to you. "I guess you get used to it."

"I could never. I was just waiting backstage and I'm exhausted."

"Maybe that was the mistake," Heeseung mumbled. "I was performing, so I'm still full of adrenalin."

That might have been right, but you could still notice the exhaustion in his voice, or the way his eyelids were closing more and more. Not like it was any different for you. You turned around so your arms could close around Heeseungs waist, your face buried in his neck as your own eyelids started closing, lulled by the comfortable atmosphere.

*ping*

"Did you get a message?" Heeseung whispered. "Ignore it."

You shook your head, your hand searching for your phone that must have been somewhere next to you. "Weverse."

"Ignore it," Heeseung whispered again, trying to grab your searching hand. "You have me, you don't need to look at other idols."

His words made you giggle, but nevertheless you still kept searching for your phone, swatting Heeseungs arms away. "Someone in your group went live. Why would I get notifications for anything else?"

Heeseung groaned, his hands instantly stopping their movements. "At this time? Who is it."

You had finally found your phone, eyes tiredly squinting to see who it was. "Jay and Sunghoon - oh wait, and Jungwon is just joining too."

"They better not expect us all to join." Heeseung pulled you closer towards him, one leg lazily wrapped over yours. "I won't move."

And you didn't want him to, you really wanted to drift off to sleep with him like this, but - "Sunoo just joined too."

Heeseung groaned, his eyes now open. "I guess I should join..."

You wanted to say no, you really did. But you didn't want to keep him away from his friends, his family, just because you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend. So you gave him a little push, watched him stand up with a yawn before he gave you a small peck onto your temple. "I'll be back in a bit, I promise. I love you."

"I love you too."

As soon as Heeseung had closed the door you turned around and leaned your phone against a spare pillow to keep up with the livestream. You were enjoying it, but a part of you still wished that Heeseung would be here with you, his arms wrapping around your body to lull you into a peaceful sleep. Right now you only had the company of his voice, especially when your eyes started closing again, and when you drifted off into sleep just as Heeseung glanced at the clock in Jays room and started pouting.

When Heeseung entered your shared room a while later he was met with a sleeping figure on the bed and the livestream that was still going. As he turned it off and put your phone on your nightstand to charge it he couldn't stop a smile from spreading on his face. The sight of you was just too endearing, and the thought that you probably tried to stay awake just to watch him in the livestream filled his heart with happiness. With a quiet chuckle he lied down right next to you, still not bothering to get changed, and wrapped his arms around your body. He whispered quiet I love yous, each more sincere than the last, until your slow breathing finally let him drift off to sleep too.

#heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen oneshot #heeseung fanfiction #heeseung oneshot #lee heeseung fanfiction #lee heeseung oneshot #heeseung enhypen fanfiction #heeseung enhypen oneshot #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader

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chaoscriess · 2 years

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Predator/Prey kink & smut with Billy Loomis? Loved the one you did with Stu. Maybe with knife kink, possible blood or whatever else you think would fit?

I absolutely love this.

18+!!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! blood play, knife play, predator/prey kink, billy fucking loomis, dubcon?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! blood and knife play are just 🤤 I loved making this, not tooooooooo smutty, I'm not the best at writing smut lol. unedited, lowercase intended, double periods intended

billy loomis x fem!reader

you and billy had been dating for a while, and you had never had a problem with your sex lives

but one day, it seemed to change

he got rougher. started biting you, sometimes drawing blood, and to be honest, you were into it. like, really into it.

you bought knives, asked if he wanted to use them

he was ecstatic, he felt euphoric

when you used them for the first time, it was like you were in heaven

the fear of him being able to cut you..

the fear that he could do whatever he wanted to you and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it

it was overwhelming in the best way possible

one night, billy told you he'd be over at midnight with his knives and a blindfold

but here you were on your bed. naked, needy, and soaking wet

and he was nowhere to be found

you looked over at the window, thinking you saw something out of the corner of your eye, but you didn't see anything out there. suddenly, you heard your phone ringing. you were confused, it was twelve-thirty and you weren't waiting for any calls. you picked it up, letting out a quiet 'hello?' the line was quiet before a man started speaking. "hello y/n." your brows furrowed as you sat up in your bed. "I'm sorry, who is this? I don't think I recognize your voice." you heard a chuckle on the other side and realized it sounded familiar. "oh, sweetheart.. you'll know who I am soon enough. god, you look so fucking hot right now". you gasped and looked around, wrapping a blanket around your body before getting up and making sure your windows were closed.

"aw, do you think I'm outside? pretty girl, I'm closer than you think." your breathing picks up and so does your heart rate. "oh my god... where the fuck are you, pervert?!" you yell, the phone now at your side. "right here." you hear him next to you and scream, running as fast as you can to get away from him. the blanket was restricting your legs from moving as much as they could, so you got rid of it, just wanting to survive.

but he caught you. he forced you onto the floor and pinned your hands above your head. "god, you're slow." you looked at him with wide eyes as he pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and tied it around your head, making sure you couldn't see anything. you could hear shuffling, assuming he took his mask off. he took his knife and traced your skin with it, the cold metal pressing into your skin slightly, but not hard enough to draw blood.

you hated how turned on you were, you were almost drooling at the thought of being fucked by ghostface and you felt so dirty. you were soaking wet and he knew that. you knew that. you lifted your hips, desperate for any friction or pleasure. he noticed and chuckled at your desperation, it was pitiful. "beg for it." it was like all the air in the universe disappeared as soon as he said it, but you still managed to let out a few words. "please... just fuck me"

eventually, you found out it was billy. about halfway through, your blindfold went up and you caught a glimpse of billy's face just as he came inside you, and he knew you saw him. mutters something like 'shit, now the little whore knows who I am, guess I gotta punish you'

so he carves 'billy's whore' into your stomach.

not deep enough to seriously hurt you, but deep enough to leave scarring.

when you're done, you're so fucked out by his dick that you fell asleep the moment he brought you to your bed. the morning after, you find yourself cuddled up to billy next to you, sleeping like a rock.

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis fic #billy loomis #smut #billy loomis x reader smut #billy loomis smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #chaos' army #chaos calling!

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