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sw-33-ts-stuff · 1 year

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Just Say Yes

Amber X Tara X Reader

3rd Person POV

Ambers arm was wrapped firmly around her girlfriend as the smaller girl rushed to complete her homework. It was due in five minutes and someone had decided to keep her busy last night.

Amber scanned the courtyard usual smirk planted on her face as she saw Wes glaring at her arm around his crush. It was no secret he still harbored feelings for the Carpenter girl and it amused her to no end that even after two years he still wasn't over her. It tickled her even more that Tara was the one to make the first move.

After years of being best friends she'd realized her feelings for the girl were more than just those of a friend. It was during their regularly scheduled movie night/sleepover that the girl had leaned over and kissed her best friend surprising the both of them. Amber remembered the tingling feeling after the initial shocked had passed. She remembered the way the younger girl looked mortified before she pulled her into another kiss. She could still taste the fruity lip gloss and feel her hands digging into her shoulders, the movie in the background long forgotten.

Amber knew her feelings of disdain for Wes weren't just because he was a mommas boy, she thought he had the one thing she didn't.

She smiled at the memory tightening her hold on the girl before placing a soft kiss behind her ear almost making it seem like she was just whispering to her.

Mindy looked at the trio amused while munching through her usual bag of Cheetos her brothers giant hand almost crushing the bag when he went to steal some. His girlfriend Liv laughing at his twins obvious disgust as she stared at him.

Across the courtyard one of Chads teammates slapped the book you were reading out of your hand.

"Fucking freak." Amber watched closely as your eyes flashed with something just before you closed them taking a deep breath and picking up your book. Once again it was slapped out of your hand.

"Chad.." Tara called softly also observing what was happening. The giant went to stand up to help when he caught sight of a teacher passing by.

"Mr.Landry is there a problem here?" The curly haired boy turned into the picture of innocence as he smiled at his English teacher, Mrs.Thompson. His light blue eyes shining with mischief as if he were a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar knowing there was no real consequence to his actions.

"Not at all Mrs.Thompson," he bent down to pick up the same book he had just slapped out of your hands. "Just helping my good ole friend Y/N here with her next assignment."

You stared at the boy just from the rim of your glasses before you glanced to the gullible adult beside him. Her scowl turned into a smile as she nodded happy with his answer before turning to leave.

"Fucking idiot." Everyone turned to you in surprise.

"Excuse me Ms.Y/LN?" You tilted your head slightly, a small smirk slowly growing.

Ambers head tilted as well while Tara couldn't tear her eyes away from you, jaw dropping as you straightened your posture.

"I said you must be a fucking idiot if you really believe that." The teachers face grew red as even the group of boys bullying you grew silent in the exchange.

"PRINCIPALS OFFICE NOW! THE REST OF YOU GET TO CLASS!" The woman stormed away as you grabbed your bag following after her.

Amber continued to stare at the spot you'd just vacated as she felt her girlfriend place a slight tap on her shoulder. She looked to the smaller girl.

"Come on we'll be late." She nodded silently intertwining their hands as she let herself be lead to class.

It was lunch when the two girls had caught sight of you again. You were tucked (reluctantly) under the heavy arm of Chad who smiled and slightly shook you as he offered apologies for his pathetic excuse of a teammate. You continued to stare nodding hoping he'd get the hint that you didn't want or need his help. You both were already at his usual table of friends before you could pull away.

"Guys for today we're making Y/N an honorary member of the group." Mindy scoffed.

"You know she's a human being and not a puppy right? You can't just adopt people." He stuck his tongue out at his sister.

"To be fair Chad it does seem like you dragged her here against her will." He looked to his bleach blonde pseudo brother in hurt.

"E tu, Wesley?" Hands crossed over this heart as he began to pout.

And of course as always Liv came to his defense as the ever loving girlfriend.

"Guys his intentions are good and I'm sure Y/N could use more friends. She is new."

You scoffed.

"I'm right here and thanks but no thanks knock off Avril Lavigne I'll take being alone any day."

Liv's face grew red in offense as Chad tried not to show any amusement comforting his girlfriend as best he could. Mindy and Amber laughed along with Tara, the force of her giggles shaking her girlfriends arm slightly. You glanced at the trio nodding before turning to leave. Tara was the one to place a hand on your forearm. Wes eyebrows furrowed making Ambers narrow in turn.

"Stay please." Her soft voice melting you a bit. "It'd be nice to talk to someone new for a change."

Big brown eyes peered up at you and you found yourself staring a little longer than necessary almost counting the freckles that sat across the girls cheeks and nose. You swallowed hard remembering you were staring at the Amber Freeman's girlfriend, the girl in question almost giving you the same puppy dog eyes but hers weren't pleading they were almost demanding you sat next to them as she moved her eyes from you to the empty space next to her.

You were new to the town but you'd heard the rumors about Amber punching and breaking the nose of the same jock who'd pestered you earlier. He'd said something a little too nasty to Tara once and now he doesn't even glance in her direction. You knew all about the rest of the group because some junior directed you through the school and "gave you all the hot goss" she could. You'd been in Woodsboro for maybe 3 weeks now and still adjusting. Your mother always absent either at the bar or under some random stranger.

Slowly you sit down making the Carpenter girl dance in victory, you and Amber both having the same small smile in what looked to be adoration. Mindy eyed the three of you before looking to Wes who seemed to be getting red.

"So Y/N.." Tara began making you turn to her. "We have the next class together right? AP Biology?" You nod.

Amber quirked an eyebrow turning to her girlfriend. "You guys have class together?"

Tara's cheeks tint slightly as some stray hairs fall in front of her face. Noticing her slight discomfort, you finally speak up.

"Yeah but I'm not as smart as Tara she usually helps with most of the labs." The brunette turns to you.

"No you're probably better than my partner and our teachers kind of an ass." You laugh a genuine smile breaking through.

Amber continued to listen in and watch, one hand playing with Tara's hair as the two of you spoke.

"She's also in your art class Amber." The girl turned to you.

"Really?" You nodded.

"Yeah." You cleared your throat feeling slight heat creep up on your cheeks. "I actually sit in the desk behind you."

Amber felt conflicted as she smirked at you. you'd managed to make her smile in less than twenty minutes and the only other person capable of doing so was under her arm.

"We'll now you're sitting next to me." Your eyes shot to her in surprise as she shrugged.

Mindy eyes kept moving between the three of you. Usually Tara was quieter sometimes engaging in conversations with Wes or just simply enjoy her girlfriends company as they'd talk about horror films. There was chemistry between you three she was sure of it.

"Hey Y/N..."she interrupted the staring contest between you and Amber. "What do you think of the Stab movies?"

Liv, Chad and Wes groaned as Amber suddenly grew interested to see your response. Tara as always sat back ready to tune out the usual conversation between her girlfriend and the film fanatic. She didn't mind the Stab movies but she much preferred elevated horror especially those that weren't based on true stories. She glanced at Wes who began to stab his food. Like anyone else who was connected to the Woodsboro massacre sometimes you want to forget the past.

"Never seen 'em." Tara then began to get engaged as she noticed both Mindy and Amber freeze in shock.

"Seriously?" You shrug.

The bell rings signaling that it's time for class, next to you is Tara who's hand is clasped tightly in Ambers as she leads you both to her classroom. You give the two privacy by entering the classroom, your eyes unable to look away as Amber tucks a hair behind Tara's ear followed by a soft kiss. You see the softening in Ambers hard exterior as the smaller girl continues to look up at her, nose scrunching in happiness her eyes almost shut completely as she smiles at her lover. Unable to decipher what's being said when the two glance over to you, you quickly look down to your notebook not wanting to be caught.

Tara comes to sit next to you lightly brushing your shoulder as she does. "Amber said and I quote" she clears her throat making her voice just the slightest bit deeper "Tell that loser that it's a crime against humanity to not have watched the Stab films and she's now obligated to come to my house to watch the whole series"."

She rolls her eyes but turns to you hopeful.

"It's usually just us and the rest of the group during movie nights but it would be nice to have someone else with us, so would you want to come over?" Once again your caught in beautiful baby browns and a hopeful smile. If it were anyone else you'd say no but something about the Carpenter girl just tugs at your heart strings. You sigh rolling your eyes at yourself before answering.

"I don't really have a choice do I?" Tara smirks laughing.

"Not really no, so we'll be seeing you after school?" You shake your head.

"I guess so but I have detention with Mrs.Thompson so it'll have to be later." Tara once again does a small dance as you laugh lightly in amusement.

The girl is just too cute.

After detention you walk to the empty parking lot your bike next to one other car in the lot. Amber Freeman is leaning against it as Tara sits up waving from the passenger seat.

"You forgot to give her your number dumbass."

"Didn't feel like getting beat up by her girlfriend." Amber smirks.

"Just follow me to my house."

You climb on your bike saluting her as she starts her car, the drive to her house not long as you stare in awe once it comes into view. Her house was way better than the small apartment you "shared" with your mom.

"Are you gonna keep staring or are you coming in?"

You take the helmet off and go to follow the two girls. You're directed to a living room with a couch laz-y boy and TV next to a shelf of movies.

Amber goes to pop some popcorn as Tara goes to grab blankets and set up the movie. You feel bad as you watch the smaller girl take a deep breath from her inhaler before she continues her tasks.

"Do you need me to help you with anything?" Your usual harsh voice softens surprising her as only one other person has talked to her that way. She nods slightly dazed before she shakes her head.

"No you're the guest, and Amber and I have this routine down to a T." You nod going to sit on the separate seat.

"Alright loser I ordered us some Chinese because we have a long night ahead of us and since there's no school tomorrow you have no excuses." You just nod at the girl, smirking.

"And if I have plans?"

Her eyes narrow as she leans close to you.

"They're cancelled."

You both stare daring the other to break eye contact when the doorbell rings followed by the boisterous voice of Chad.

"OPEN UP FREEMAN WE WANNA WATCH MOVIES TOO!" Tara went to grab the door guiltily glancing to Amber who sighs.

"You told Mindy didn't you?"

"YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS SHE DID! HOW COULD YOU HAVE A STAB-A-THON WITHOUT ME?"

Amber rolled her eyes as the whole group forced their way in, luckily Chad had bags of snacks and liquor as he snuck by.

"Well Thing 1 I didn't feel like watching the full series with unnecessary commentary."

She scoffed.

"Oh please my commentary makes the films that much better."

Upon seeing Wes, Tara went to you and whispered.

"Would you mind sitting next to me and Amber?" Her soft lips grazed your ear making you shiver. You looked confused before you saw her glance at Wes, a sudden urge to protect her going through you.

You stand and sit next to the girl effectively cutting him off before he could do so. The bleach blonde grumbling as he takes the recliner by himself. Amber takes this in watching the two of you talk softly as she goes to sit on the other side of her girlfriend. She meets your eyes nodding in thanks as you nod back.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I PRESENT TO YOU ONE OF THE GREATEST HORROR FILMS IN HISTORY!" She whispers to her brother. "Drum roll please.." he begins to bang his hands to his chest as the curly haired girl continues. "BASED ON A TRUE STORY I GIVE YOU...Stab!"

You sat back arm almost going over Tara's shoulder before you stopped yourself faking a stretch and crossing your arms over your chest. Amber chuckled softly to herself noticing, unknown to both of you so did Tara and Mindy.

The film continued on more screams and blood filling the screen as Tara had one hand on your arm and the other on Amber. You glance to see Wes in almost fetal position eyes barely making it over his knees.

Pussy.

Chad and Liv were too busy kissing to pay attention as Mindy was munching away at popcorn, her commentary cut off not even thirty minutes into the movie, Amber threatened to kick her out.

The doorbell rang making everyone but you and Amber jump.

"It's just the food losers." She stands to get it leaving you and Tara on the couch. The smaller girl cowering into you the minute Ghostface appears again. When she's back the three of you share the cartons of food, which is when you learn Tara's a vegetarian. Mindy complains of being unloved and hungry as Amber throws egg rolls at her. Chad joining in once his lips leave his girlfriends.

"What about me?" Seeing Tara about to hand over her carton of fried rice makes you give the boy yours.

"Here."

The smaller girl gives a grateful smile as her girlfriend passes you a plate with some of her food. You look to Amber who stares until you begin to eat again.

Mindy side eyes the three of you mouth full of grease, pork, and veggies.

Definitely a thing.

It's when the credits roll everyone turns to you in question.

"That was actually a really well put together horror film." Amber and Mindy cheer as the others groan and prepare for the next one.

It was by the third film Wes had to leave due to his curfew, his mom picking him up at 11 as the twins slept on. Liv and Chad had gotten up to "sleep" in a guest room. You, Tara and Amber continued watching as Mindy's talking filled the background.

These suck.

After the first few Stabs you were getting bored, the motives were sloppy and the movies seemed to lose that feeling of nostalgia. Tara and Mindy had fallen asleep halfway through the sixth film and when they were finally done you decided to share your opinion.

"No offense Amber but these newer movies suck." She scoffed and you could see a glint in her eyes as she began her rant.

"I know.." she groaned. "It's like they took everything we loved about the original and shitted on it."

"So how would you fix it?" Her head turned abruptly to you as she began a passion filled speech about the cliches of reboots and how to properly execute a resurgence in film. Her eyes grew wider with excitement and you found yourself enthralled neither of you realizing how close you were getting until she almost woke up Tara. You both cleared your throats.

"We should probably get some sleep." You nod going to pick up Tara. "Where should I put her?"

"I could've gotten her."

"I know you just look a little tired too." Her usually hard exterior chipped a bit and she silently pointed you to her room, where you placed Tara down.

"Where should I sleep?"

"Most of the guest rooms are taken just sleep with us." Your eyebrows furrowed.

"It'll be a tight fit wouldn't it?" She shrugged going to spoon her girlfriend.

"Sleep on the floor then." Your eyes narrowed as you went behind her, wrapping your arms around her and getting in as close as possible.

"Better?" Your breath hit the back of her neck making the girl shiver. She nodded silently a whispered goodnight falling from your lips as you shut your eyes, your hands grazing Tara's the last thing you felt.

Amber went to kiss her girlfriends forehead like she usually did making the smaller girl crack one eye open as she placed a kiss on her chin. A small smile on both of their faces.

You woke up to the sweet smell of vanilla and a small body wrapped around you. Your eyes opening slowly as you found Tara cuddled up to you still sleeping soundly. Her mouth open the smallest bit as her chest rose and fell with each breath. You pushed some hair from her face looking around to see where Amber was. You heard some movement from downstairs followed by the smell of breakfast. You went to move but Tara's small hand gripped your shirt like a lifeline. A quiet knock and dark head of hair peeking in at the two of you.

Amber smirked rolling her eyes. "She's literally a koala." She moved closer placing a soft kiss on her girlfriends cheek before moving to her ear. "Baby wake up and get off of Y/N."

The smaller girl groaned.

"But she's so comfy." She whined. You couldn't help but chuckle making her shake above you. "Stop laughing."

You and Amber were still amused until someone else decided to interrupt.

"Can you hurry up some of us are STARV-" Mindy looked to the scene before her. "Am I interrupting something?"

Tara shot up from you almost tripping making Amber catch her before she could.

"No." Amber gritted out. "And Mindy I literally told you breakfast would be done in a few minutes."

"Wait did Y/N sleep in here instead of the guest-"

Amber cut her off.

"Will you get out already?! Jesus." The curly haired twin raised her hands up in surrender before leaving.

I knew it!

After that night you, Tara and Amber were inseparable. You three having absentee parents, similar tastes and just something that fit both of the girls so well you all were unable to part from each-other.

You had all decided to do your usual movie night at Tara's as her mom was "out of town". You were on the stairs staring at some of her childhood photos when you spotted something peculiar.

"Hey Tara?" She came around the corner cheeks covered in flour making you smile.

"Yeah?"

"Who's the other girl in the photo?" You notice her mood dampen and immediately wished you could take it back. Amber was still on her way over, her parents deciding to finally do the bare minimum by checking in with her.

"That's Sam..." a pregnant pause. "My sister." You looked to her in surprise. You and Tara had shared stories about your alcoholic mothers and their lack of control. The endless lonely nights finally being put to a stop as you found solace in the older girl. Texting or FaceTiming one when you couldn't sleep and starting the day with some words of comfort and motivation. Tara was your ray of sunshine.

"I'm sorry-"

"Our dad left when I was 8, Sam she.....she wasn't the same and when she turned 18 she just left." Her breath shuddered as she recalled the last time she saw her sister.

"Tar-"

"I looked up to her and she just left me." Tears began rolling down her cheeks hot and heavy as you pulled her into a hug.

"It's ok Tara. It's ok." You stroked the back of her head as her hands clutched the back of your shirt. You could feel her begin to hyperventilate as you tried to calm her.

"Tara...Tara hey you gotta calm down." You tried wiping her tears but they kept coming.

"They all left me."

The four words broke your heart as she kept repeating them the girl trying to sink to her knees but you kept your grip firm.

"Tara!"

Fuck it.

Your hands pulled her in kissing her softer than either of you expected. Plump lips pushed back softly against your own as manicured nails dug into the back of your neck drawing you closer. A soft sigh leaving her as the two of you broke apart. Your thumb rubbing her bottom lip as you found her doe like eyes boring into yours.

"I'm not leaving you Tara, not now not ever."Her eyes shut as her breathing returned to normal. It was almost the same thing Amber had told her every night when Sam had first left.

"I'm here for you babe, always."

"Sorry I'm late! Where's the loser?!" Tara pushed herself off as she went to the living room you following closely behind. "Hey- were you crying?" Amber rushed to her girlfriend eyes flashing to you in betrayal. "Did you hurt her?"

Taras hands went to her shoulders turning her face back to her. "No I was talking about Sam."

Ambers face softened the anger still in her eyes but no longer directed at you. She scanned Taras face before looking to you. She sniffed the air around her. "Baby is something burning?"

"SHIT!" She ran past her girlfriend to the kitchen as Amber grabbed you and dragged you to the attic knowing Tara would be unable to hear anything.

"I'm sure she gave you the PG Version of everything so I'll explain and quick before she notices we’re gone. Sam got into drugs and slutting herself out to half the town before she decided to leave her little sister with their drunken mess of a mother." Your eyebrows rose as you looked at her. "At some level Tara wants you to know and I'm sure she'll appreciate me doing it this way."

You nod. "We kissed."

Amber stared. "I know."

You gulped as she stepped closer to you. Her hands a blurred movement before you felt yourself being pulled into your second kiss of the night. This one a lot rougher than the last. You eyebrows shot up in surprise as Amber jumped onto you. Your hands finding their place under her thighs as she wrapped her legs around you. You tilted your head lips sliding with hers. You opened up your lips slightly leering her tongue in as her hands tangled into your hair pulling hard. You groaned in slight pain making the girl smile into the kiss.

"GUYS!" You placed the girl down rushing to get back downstairs when you tripped over a box a diary laid open in front of you. In big bold letters the name of Woodsboro's first serial killer staring back at you. You picked up the book lagging behind Amber who went to help her girlfriend plate dinner. As you read the entry you felt yourself freeze right at the kitchen entrance.

"Y/n...you ok?" You glance at Tara before looking to Amber. You passed the taller girl the book before going to take a seat. Her eyes widening as she looked to you and the book in her hands.

"What the fuck?" You nod eyes still on Tara who starts getting frustrated.

"What's wrong?" She turns to her girlfriend sympathetic.

"You might wanna sit down, Y/N grab her inhaler."

"I want them to pay." Tara's head was on Ambers chest, the two girls had sent you home once Tara was able to function after learning the real reason why Sam left. She was the illegitimate child of Billy Loomis, the real reason their dad never came back. Her mother turning to liquor to drown her sorrows, Tara shook in anger as her thoughts plagued her. Amber brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead.

"They will babe." Tara sat up looking her girlfriend in the eyes.

"No I want to be the one to make them hurt." Amber felt something within her stir. "I want to hurt them like they hurt me."

Amber sat quiet for a moment. "What if we make another movie?"

Tara's eyebrows furrowed as Amber began to get a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"We're going to recreate the same movie your sisters father made and we're going to give it an even better ending."

Tara felt a small smile grace her lips. "How?"

"There's a bunch of movie freaks online that we can use to take the fall."

That night the two began their plan. As time went on Amber turned to her girlfriend sympathetic.

"Babe you know I love you right?" The small girl nodded. "We'll need someone else besides a fall guy, we need someone to help us clean up the mess once everything done."

"But what about me?" Amber lovingly stroked her cheek.

"You're the brain baby now we need brawn."

"Chad?" Amber shook her head.

"Y/N." Tara felt her cheeks tint at the sound of your name.

"I have a confession-"

"No need I kissed her too." The brunette eyes shot open in surprise. "Baby we've both been feeling a connection to Y/N I was just waiting for one of us to act on it, polygamy isn't new and there's something in them that I think makes them perfect." Tara looked skeptical as Amber smirked. "Just trust me, I can prove it."

Amber strode confident to the front door phone in hand and ready to call you. She motioned for her girlfriend to come closer as she began dialing your number. It rang twice before you answered.

"Are you guys ok?" You wasted no time making Ambers smile grow even more.

"We're fine but you should probably come inside." Tara's eyebrows furrowed in confusion until you walked out from the trees sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck.

"How'd you-" Amber ran up to you in excitement eyes shining like they had that night she'd discussed her Stab ideas with you.

"Just come inside and listen."

"You wanna what?!" You stood from the chair. Tara looked to Amber worried who held up one finger to her girlfriend. "Tara will get hurt. You will get hurt."

Taras head snapped to you as Amber tilted her head to the side sauntering to you as she dragged her hand across your shoulders. "Which is why I think you're a much better candidate to help us."

You shook your head. "You'd get in trouble."

Tara felt herself begin to realize what Amber already knew. You didn't care for much else but them and their safety over the months you had become a silent protector to the two of them. Countless incidents of Tara needing her inhaler or a distraction from Wes and you much like her girlfriend would be right there to save the day. Even the rare occasions where Amber was vulnerable you were sure they were kept private and whatever she'd ask for you'd get when Tara couldn't. They were all you had and they felt the same for you. Your parents had failed all three of you and Tara's own sister had abandoned her.

"Not if we're careful." She cut in. You looked to the smaller girl worried but feeling your walls crumble.

"Tara if this goes wrong-"

"It won't." You sigh.

"Besides you two, I have nothing left to lose. College isn't in my cards and there's no one waiting for me at home. You guys have families-"

"That don't care." Amber cut you off as she went closer placing her hand on your shoulder her other hand beckoning her girlfriend over. Tara stepped closer placing a hand on your other shoulder you looked between the two.

"I don't want nothing to happen to either of you."

Tara got closer. "We can't promise nothing will happen but we can promise that we'll make sure we get the ending we want."

Amber smiled at her girlfriend as she turned back to you, lips pressing to your cheek.

"Just think Tara's the brains you'll be the brawn and I'll be the mask, we already found someone who will take the fall." Her lips moved from your cheek to your lips. "We just need you to be our insurance policy. We just need you to say yes."

Your eyes shot over to Tara who's nails scratched the back of your neck. Her brown eyes pleading with you, your attention back on Amber who places a soft kiss on your lips. She pulled away letting her girlfriend pull you in for a kiss as well.

With eyes closed you take a deep breath.

"Yes."

A/N: I should probably update the Wednesday series and catch up on requests but this just popped in my head so I hope you enjoyed it 😅😭

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hyperfreaksating · 7 months

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NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN - 5/9

Hey everyone ! I hope y'all are spending a fantastic day

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[ FANFICTION MASTERPOST ]

Note : So here it is ! The fifth part of Never leave me again, and daaaamn this one was SO HARD to write because it includes a character that I actually don't know very much since I didn't see them in anime yet and he's not in the live action... I read a lot of wikifan pages and reddit posts in order to get him right I hope I didn't mess up !! And Buggy is kinda acting out of character in this part, soooo it's weird, I hope you gonna enjoy it anyway.

Habitual note : english is not my native language, this is my first fanfiction ever, I don't really try hard to write things well I just give myself as an author a little treat with a lot of self insert. But I trust the buggy fandom to be nice and sweet ! you guys are the nicest person on the internet ♥

Tags : Buggy x FemReader, no use of Y/n, no physical description except for the hair color, no mention of genitals buuut it's implied that the reader is AFAB, self insert is self inserting 乁(๏෴๏)ㄏ

Content : Blood, injuries, dead mention I guess, coma, a soft N$FW scene (no porn description, just fluff TRUST ME IT'S JUST FLUFF THIS TIME I SWEAR), fever dreams, family reunion

~I offer you a blue Buggy for the ride ~

FEVER DREAM - 5/9

What was happening in front of Buggy’s eyes petrified him of terror.

The big top was filled with an anonymous and furious mass of pirates fighting against each other. Richie was roaring and biting everything he could. Cabaji was sending spinning tops all around him in angry gestures. Everywhere, his freaks and crewmates struggled for their life, and for the safety of the circus. He didn’t even recognize the rival crew who was attacking them. He didn’t care.

Because in the middle of this chaos, you were there, fighting against a tall, menacing man, the face covered in scars - who he guessed was the captain. One of your daggers was planted in his thigh. You may not be the best fighter of the crew, but damn you were tough and he loved this about you.

“REDDIE…”

he started screaming, catching your attention.

As you turned your head, the man you were fighting grabbed you by surprise to his chest, putting a knife under your throat. You tried to get another of your daggers, but he firmly held you, and you seemed to have trouble breathing.

Buggy’s heart raced in his chest. He detached a hand full of blades, ready to send them to your opponent, but the man pressed the knife on your throat.

“LEAVE HER ALONE YOU BASTARD, buggy screamed.

- Not a single move, clown." the other answered with a grin, "I’m not afraid of you. Everyone from east blue to west blue knows you became a pussy since you met this girl."

He pressed his knife against you a bit more, you attempted to struggle but he was way too strong. He continued his threats while Buggy froze, trying to mentally plan a way to help you.

“Go and get all your treasure and weapons, otherwise you can say goodbye to your girlfriend.”

Buggy’s mind was on fire, divided between his concern for you and his threatened ego. In an outburst, without thinking, he sent his blades to your aggressor.

“YOU WON’T HAVE ANYTHING, PIECE OF SHIT” he screamed.

The man in front of him dodged them easily, and an evil grim grew on his face. Without another warn, he stabbed you in the back and threw you on the ground.

“no, NO, NO”

Buggy screamed, dropping his weapon to run to you. The other captain called back his men.

“Come on guys, it didn’t work."

With a disgusted face and a mocking smile, he passed by Buggy who was desperately trying to stop your bleedings and added

"We should have guessed that this pathetic clown couldn’t care about someone more than about his treasures. Take everything you find on your way. We leave.”

Buggy heard him but didn’t care. He was on the knees, tears going down to his cheeks, holding you close to his chest.

“No, no, no Reddie, babe, please no”

Blood splashed from your wound, soaking his clothes, and your eyes started fading. He took you in his arms, grabbing you even closer to him, chasing red strands of hair from your eyes. He was talking to you with a nervous laugh, a sad grin on his face, way different than his habitual smile.

"Baby, doll, my love, you're stronger than that, right ? you promised to never leave me again remember ? You're not gonna break your promise right? Come on Reddie babe stay with me"

You weakly touch his cheek, breathing heavily. In your eyes, he was reading an instinctive terror.

You tried to speak, but not a single word came out of your mouth.

You closed your eyes and your body fell in his arms, inert.

It’s been hours… days… or weeks… you didn’t know.

Last things you remembered were Buggy face, terrified, covered in tears, and a crippling pain in your chest right above your heart.

You didn't know why you felt this weak, during the fight. It was like your body betrayed you. You were nauseous for the last few days, and fucking tired. An easy prey for an assailant.

Weakly, you opened your eyes, recognizing the room around you. You've been there before… it was .. the vogue Merry's hold ? You blinked, hearing a sob by your side. Buggy ? And… what was this thing next to him… a plush ? a... talking plush ... ?

You understood you were probably lost in another fever dream, and closed your eyes back.

"She will get better soon. I promise."

Buggy looked at Chopper. Fuck, he couldn't get used to it. When he heard about the new strawhats medic, he didn't exactly imagine it like a talking reindeer with childish behavior.

After the attack, Buggy did everything he could to save you. Fortunately the knife didn't hit your heart, and he managed to stop the bleeding with what he had on board. However, your condition was only getting worse. You threw up a few times and your fever spiked. Till this point, his crew didn't have a medic. He always thought it would be an unnecessary expense, but the thought of losing you in such a dumb way was insufferable. So he sent Cabaji to find the closest doctor, may it be aboard another ship or on land.

"Boss… I have good news, and bad news" Cabaji said when he returned on the boat.

He hadn’t even finished his sentence that a ship with a straw hat jolly roger pointed to the horizon. Buggy understood immediately, and sighed. Despite all his hate for your former crew, he was ready to accept a truce if this could save your life.

He was a bit perplexed to see how well he was treated by the kiddoes this time. Well, he wasn't really in the same mood as when he was just a head. And he'd been the subject of a thorough body search before gaining the right to remain at your side. And your ancient friends apparently didn't want you to die.

The little beast was, to his great surprise, a pretty good doctor. Afraid and shy at first, when he saw you he immediately changed his behavior and stopped acting like a kid.

"You did well to contact us. Her wounds are infected. She’s lucky to be alive." He said, focused on your state and very serious.

Buggy didn't leave your side, except for commodities, or when Chopper needed to examine your injuries. His makeup was almost totally gone, his hair was a mess and he hasn't had a proper sleep night for days. He wasn't very talkative, which was kinda strange for him. When he came on the boat at first, the straw hats were teasing him as always. But he didn't even answer, his heart and soul focused on you. He was way too proud to say how grateful he was that they saved your life. The only way he could express gratitude at the moment was by not being a pain in the ass to them.

He was really surprised when broccoli hair, after visiting you, put a friendly hand on his shoulder before leaving the room, without saying anything. Or when the cook came and placed a dish by his side. "Smoked fish. A bit late, sorry" he said. He wasn't sure how he felt about this. It was so unnatural. On another hand, knowing that the strawhats didn't hate him as much as he did always annoyed him, threatening is ego in a very strange way.

The atmosphere on the boat was heavy. He had only one desire: to go back to his own ship, with you by his side, and to his habitual hate for Rubber boy's crew.

A tiny voice drew him from his thoughts.

"Buggy, she's waking up." Chopper said.

Buggy stood up and got close to you, impatient to hear your voice again.

This wasn't a fever dream.

You were aboard your former ship.

Buggy was here and he didn't have any anger outburst since you woke up.

Everyone in your former crew was nice with him.

You almost died.

And you were healed by a talking reindeer who talked like a child.

What a fucking strange world.

You opened your eyes a few days ago. Buggy almost jumped on the bed, covering you in kisses, hugging you with all his forces. After Chopper told him that you needed to rest and that he should be careful, he only let his hands caress your features while the rest of his body was sitting in a chair by your side.

“You scared me so much, holy shit Reddie I was so afraid…, he whispered.

- Hey, you can’t get rid of me this easily” you whispered, still weak, but so happy to see him.

For a moment, you just shared an intimate silence.

Your former crewmates came one by one to see how your recovery was going. You felt so much relief seeing how well they took your departure. Living by Buggy's side, you constructed a very particular definition of loyalty. You thought they would hate you for having left, but they seemed just happy to see you.

Luffy was the first one to come.

"REDDIE !!!" he screamed, before jumping on you and hugging you hard in his arms, making you suffocate.

Buggy grumbled by your side and you could easily guess that it was hard for him to not explode in rage seeing Luffy acting so brutally, while himself was restraining to squeeze you against him the hardest that he could.

"Comon, comon rubber boy, you're gonna reopen her wounds" Buggy grumbled, sending his hands to grab him by the shirt like a kitty and put him back on his feet - Luffy arms stretching a moment before letting go.

Luffy started enumerating all adventures he went through since you left the crew without even catching his breath.

"Missed you too, Luffy" you said painfully, still hurt by his hug attack.

Zoro came later in the afternoon, with a card game. You were surprised to see Buggy and him play poker together without throwing insults at each other, but not so surprised to see Buggy literally sending an eye to Zoro's game. It was so good to see him again. You didn’t realize how much you missed him.

Sanji brought you all your meals with a charming face, and Usopp spent almost an hour talking to you about the time he ate a devil fruit but threw it up so now he was fine. You could see Buggy sat in his chair, arm crossed, grumbling. Damn he was really pissed off. You giggled, and sent him a kiss. Seeing him like this, you almost felt like you were in a family reunion, and that he was your boyfriend trying really hard to be well seen by your family. Which, well, was pretty much the case.

As the sun was going down, Chopper came to change your bandages. He insisted that Buggy left the room so he could have space to do his thing.

"Y'know I already saw her tits you rat … lucky you are I have to pee" Buggy mumbled, leaving the room however.

After Chopper left and before Buggy came back, Nami snuck into the room.

"Oh Reddie" she whispered before hugging you.

After a small talk about how you felt and how life was going, she suddenly looked at you, a serious concern in the eyes.

"Listen Reddie I don't have much time.I want to talk to you before Buggy comes back. I know you chose to leave, I know you love him, but I'm still worried about you sweetie."

You were about to reply but she stopped you, and put something in your hands. You looked at it. It was an earpiece den den mushi.

"I used something like this when I was still under Arlong's control. It is very discreet, you could easily hide it somewhere on your boat. Reddie if anything goes wrong with Buggy…

- Oh Nami you really don't have to worry. I know he's not really your favorite person but…

- Please Reddie. Promise you'll call."

Her eyes were full of a silent fear, and you couldn't really blame her. She didn't know Buggy like you did, she didn't know what you shared with him, and probably only still saw in him the bad sociopath clown who destroyed Orange Town. You would be worried too if one of your friends left you suddenly to follow a man like this. You smiled at her softly, and put the device under the pillow.

"Sure Nami. If anything goes wrong, I'll call. Girl promise."

Night finally fell, allowing you to enjoy a moment alone with Bugs.

At first he insisted on sleeping in his chair, not wanting to reopen your wounds. But some lip biting and playful puns from you had wise of the poor clown. He took off his clothes and joined you under the cover for a tender embrace.

You felt like you were crystal made under his hands. It was so different from everything you shared with him before. Buggy was an expert for passionate quickies in random places and for making things rough and louds. This night, however , his gestures were soft and careful, filled with concern. All your body was more sensitive than usual - especially your breasts, probably due to your injuries. Every touch of Buggy felt electric.

The silence in the room was only broken by small pleasure sighs and your panting respirations. As both of you were reaching your climax, you took his head in your hand and with an infinite tenderness you kissed his nose. Buggy's eyes opened wide, and he started laughing, before biting your neck. All your body melted, submerged by the adoration you felt for him.

In the afterglow, he spooned you tenderly, his arms crossed on your chest, carefully not touching your wounds.

"I love you so fucking much, redhead bitch." Buggy whispered to your ear.

You shivered. It was the first time he told you that he loved you, casually, frontally, without having a panic attack or hiding it behind a silly joke. You let yourself go in his arms a bit more.

"I love you too, stupid clown"

You said softly, falling asleep against him, butterflies in your stomach as you were hearing his heart pounding behind you.

Buggy's arms were crossed and he looked away, pretending he wasn't listening.

The two of you were right in front of the makeshift bridge going from the strawhats boat to his own. Chopper was telling you how to take care of your injuries on your own. You had to stay a few days on Merry in order to recover, and damn those were the worst days of his life, between his concern about you and the fact he felt like a leashed dog with this stupid truce…

For a moment, he was scared seeing you so happy with your former crewmates. A vivid insecurity punched his heart. What if she realizes she is more happy with them ? What if she left me again for them?

He couldn't support the idea of losing you another time. However, the night you shared in your tiny medical bed chased his pains away. You were his. Even if he couldn't get rid of all his trust issues this easily, he felt better.

He raised an eyebrow looking at Chopper. The little beast was still telling you how to take care of your scars after healing.

"Guy, listen, I know how to take care of my wife, can we go now ?" Buggy mumbled, impatient to break the truce.

He would never admit it but of course he actually listened to every single word Chopper said. He didn't want to lose you with another infection. He has been so scared, when you almost died in his arms. He never felt so scared in his entire life.

Since you left the bed, one of his hands was always on your waist in a protective gesture. He couldn't wait to bring you home and take things back where you left them. To find back your life of freedom, alcohol and lust. To be alone with you.

Chopper stopped talking. Even if he gained trust while Buggy was on the ship, he was still not very reassured beside him. He nodded nervously, before looking at you.

"The most important thing is that you need to rest, and avoid the fights for a moment. In your condition … it would be dangerous for you and the baby.

- … wait, what ?" You said, not sure of what you just heard.

"Oh I thought you knew it ?" The reindeer answered, showing your belly with his hooves. "You're pregnant."

You hiccuped two times.

First when you heard Chopper's words.

Secondly when Buggy's arms literally fell on the ground at your feets.

OOF THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE, finding a way to combine Chopper innocent & childish personnality with a pregnancy announcement was SO HARD, but it was important for the story that the strawhats helped you and I didn't know how to manage it. Ye I said I didn't care if things were poorly written but still... I have standards. I probably be inactive for a week, my wife and I are going in a romantic trip together. I'll try to write the part VI before going ! Can't wait !! ᕕ(♥ヘ♥)ᕗ

#buggy the clown #buggy simp #captain buggy #buggy one piece #buggy live action #buggy x female reader #buggy x you #op buggy #buggy #buggy fanfiction

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shmaptainwrites · 4 months

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Hiiiiii againnn its meee coming back to annoy you again :D

I saw you extended your accepting date until the 9th, and I know I literally just requested something, but would you be down to write a blurb for an angry love confession in the pouring rain? I'm a sucker for that cliché trope, and I love your writing so so much <3

Once again a female reader if you don't mind 😭

bestie you've freaking GOT IT and sometimes cliché tropes are the best, really who are we to judge btw i also put carl davis' pride and prejudice suite iii on repeat while writing this for ~vibes~

Pairing: Fitzwilliam Darcy x fem!Reader

Warnings: scandalous behaviour for the 1800s i guess, minor height description (shorter than Colin Firth and Matthew MacFayden, they're both like 6'2)

The Truth

Normally when the rain was pouring down from above you'd make it a point to look for cover, but what was the point in that anymore. You let the cold water from the sky envelope you, absorb into your skin, soak your clothes. If you just focused on the rain you wouldn't have to focus on anything else.

If it were just you, alone in the world perhaps that would be the case, and although it felt like it sometimes, that didn't mean you'd get peace when you wanted it.

His voice was muffled at first, but you supposed that was your own fault, too focused on other things to bring your mind to hear what he was saying, but as he approached closer you could hear him clearer.

"What are you doing?! It's pouring outside!"

You could hear the urgency in his tone, but couldn't bring yourself to feel it.

"I'm well aware of that," you called back.

"Then why in God's name are you out here?"

He was behind you now, you could tell, his voice so close you could just about feel his warm breath cut past the cold air surrounding you.

You turned around and shook your head with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

"I don't know," you admitted.

"Well come inside then," he insisted, offering an arm to you. "We'll both get sick if we stay out here any longer."

"I don't care."

"You don't care?" he frowned. "What is going on? You don't seem like yourself."

"Lying can do that to a person," you said simply and turned away.

"Lying?" you could almost hear the exasperation in his voice. "Please, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't, why would you? You don't feel the same," you mumbled to yourself.

"I really must insist you explain what is going on," he said quite firmly.

"I can't!" you shook your head and wrapped an arm around your waist, the other covering your mouth. "Please, Mr. Darcy, just...just leave me."

There was silence for a moment and you thought maybe he head left, the downpour masking the sound of his footsteps, but then a voice spoke up.

"No. I will not leave you."

"What is it you want from me?" you turned back to him again and asked angirly.

"I want the truth."

"The truth is that I love you!" you looked down at your feet, knowing you wouldn't be able to meet his gaze. "I love you and I don't think you feel the slightest ounce of that towards me."

"And what would give you that impression?" you heard the squish of wet grass and mud beneath his feet as he came closer to you. "Because if I, in any way, have made you feel like that, it must be rectified."

You finally looked up at him, tears mixed with raindrops runnig down your face.

"Fitzwilliam, please, I-I can't bear to have my heart broken," you whispered. "If this is just kindness I-I-"

You weren't given a chance to finish your sentence as he lifted your face to look up at him, his hands were warm against your cold skin and out of instinct your eyes fluttered shut, just as he pressed his lips on yours.

You gripped tightly onto his forearms, bringing him as close as you could, wishing nothing more in the world than for that moment to last forever.

When you pulled apart, his forehead still resting on your own, you let out a small breathy chuckle, letting one of your hands come up and hold his cheek.

"You never said anything," you whispered, "and with all this-this talk of suitresses...I-I thought I was being foolish."

"I must be the fool for not saying anything earlier," he lifted his head only to kiss your forehead, and bring you in for a proper embrace. It felt as if you were meant to be joined and knit together as one and it reminded you that in the end, it was always important to tell the truth.

#mimi's mini blurbs #fitzwilliam darcy #mr darcy #fitzwilliam darcy x reader #mr darcy x reader #pride and prejudice fanfic #pride and prejudice fanfiction #p&p #bbc pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice 1995 #pride and prejudice 2005 #pride and prejudice #jane austen #jane austen fanfiction

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enid-rhees · 8 months

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Rosita Espinosa x reader where rosita and reader dated before outbreak but got separated shortly after it started and was found by Glenn at the beginning, and were reunited again. Reader has changed and matured a lot due to thinking she loss rosita turning her more quiet and alert.

I don’t see much of rosita nm </3

i absolutely love this idea and the song is so good for this !! hope you enjoy !! 🫶🏻

warnings: besides like killing walkers, none!

a/n: hope you all enjoy! i’m working on a ton of stories that’ll hopefully be posted throughout out the week so stay tuned for those :))

you breathed heavily, and sweat dripped down your face as you looked up, facing the hoard of walkers coming towards you. there were already multiple dead by your feet, but they still wanted more.

your right hand raised, the grip you had on the rusted machete tightened. when they got closer to you, you started to slice their heads off with ease. you didn’t care about the dead blood splashing onto you in that moment.

before you could slice the last walkers head off, someone had beaten you to it. you looked over with a glare, “who the hell are you?”

“i’m Glenn.” he spoke cautiously, almost like he was slowly approaching a wild animal. “okay, Glenn. what are you doing here?”

“my group has been keeping track of that hoard. i went to check on it but i saw they were all coming after you. figured you needed help.” he explained.

“i don’t need your help. or your groups help. you can go back to them now and leave me the hell alone.” you hissed out.

“are you out here alone?” he asked, ignoring everything you just said. “yeah, i am. why the fuck does it matter to you?”

“if you come back with me, you’ll be safer than you are now. we have food, water, and everything you’ll need.” he offered, he had a trusting voice, but you couldn’t give in so soon.

you scoffed, “how dumb do you think i am? for all i know, your entire group are just a bunch of freaks waiting to kill me right when i get there.”

“we won’t kill you unless you give us a reason to kill you.” he stated firmly. “we know the difference between good and bad.”

“good for you.” you told him. “now leave. i don’t need your help.”

“you don’t have any food or water, what are you gonna do when you can’t find any at all? give up? if you want to live, then come with me and my group. we have what you need to survive.” he said, his voice raising slightly.

the two of you stared at each other for a long while. you didn’t know what to think. Glenn was certainly the nicest person you’ve run into in this apocalypse, but something inside you just kept telling you to run and stay away from them.

“you don’t have to trust us right away.” Glenn spoke up again. “but in this world now, we’re the good guys. whether you see it or not, we are.”

“fine.” you spoke. “i’ll come with you. but if any of you try to hurt me, i’ll have every single one of your heads sliced off your bodies in seconds.”

he chuckled, “you’re definitely gonna get along with someone in my group. what’s your name, by the way?”

“Y/N.” you responded as you started to follow him to wherever he was going. it still felt insane to do this, but you couldn’t turn down food or water. especially since you haven’t been having any luck in finding any.

“Y/N,” he repeated. “we’re not far from where we’re staying right now. just a few minutes away.” you nodded. while he walked mindlessly through the woods, you kept checking your surroundings.

the rest of the walk was silent. and after a few more minutes, a barn came into your sight. “we’re staying here for now. until we find a safer place. but we just escaped some bad people so this was the best we could find.”

you shrugged, “it’s better than any place i stayed in.”

he stopped at the door, and put his hand out in front of you. “stay here for a moment. everyone gets defensive when there’s a new person.”

“oh, good.” you mumbled under your breath. Glenn opened the barn door lightly and peeked his head in.

“hey, guys? i uh, i found someone.” he spoke hesitantly. he then motioned his hand for you to walk inside the barn with him. you walked in slowly.

immediately, everyone had raised every weapon they were holding at you. you dropped the machete and put your hands up to show you weren’t going to hurt them.

“guys, this is-“

“Y/N?” another voice cut Glenn off. the way they said it was so familiar… and so comforting, but it couldn’t have been what you were thinking. that’s impossible, right?

you looked over in the direction of the voice, and then they lowered their gun and their face became visible. “oh my god,” you choked out.

“Rosita.” you whispered. she stepped out from where she was standing, and didn’t waste a second to run at you, engulfing you in the tightest hug. “you’re alive.” she cried into your neck.

“you know each other?” Glenn asked. Rosita removed her head from your neck, taking your face in both of her hands and pulling you into a deep kiss.

Glenn looked at the others with wide eyes, and they all mirrored the same look.

“are you okay?!” Rosita asked worriedly after pulling away from the kiss. “are- are you bit? or scratched or-“

“i’m fine, Ro.” you chuckled, your demeanor completely changing within those few minutes. “just a bit bloody. was fighting a hoard.”

“i found Y/N fighting the hoard we were keeping track of. almost couldn’t get her to come back with me.” Glenn told Rosita. she turned back to you, “why were you fighting it alone? do you even have food? or water?”

you shook your head. Rosita looked over at the rest of the group, who were still looking at you like you were an alien that just flew down from space. “can someone get a bottle of water and a can of something?”

one guy stood up and started to dig through one of the many bags that lied around the floor. while he did so, Rosita pulled you into a corner of the barn.

“why were you fighting it alone?” she asked, “you could’ve gotten hurt. or bit, Y/N. and with no food?!”

“i had nowhere to go and they just kept coming. my only choice was to kill them. and- i couldn’t find any food. i haven’t for days. even the fucking squirrels are gone.” for a reason you didn’t understand, Rosita laughed at that last sentence. you furrowed your eyebrows and was about to ask what was funny, but then the man came up to you with food and water.

“Y/N, this is Rick Grimes. he’s the leader of our group.” Rosita explained as he handed you everything. “Rick, thank you.” you told him.

“of course. is it… okay if i ask you a few questions?” you opened your mouth to respond, but Rosita talked first. “not now, Rick. just let me be with her for a while.”

he nodded understandingly. you sat down on the floor as you opened the can, digging right into the food. you didn’t care what it was or how bad it tasted, you would eat anything that was offered at this point.

“i thought you died.” Rosita said quietly. “i-i went to your house after it broke out, and you were already gone. it was empty.” her voice cracked slightly as the memory came back to her.

“i spent so long looking for you. and- in order to think clearly about this, i had to assume you were dead.” you set the can down and moved closer to her. she leaned her forehead on yours, “i thought you were dead, too.” you admitted in a whisper.

“fighting like this, i did it for you. staying strong no matter what the truth was, i’m still here because i did it for you.”

Rosita connected your lips once more. you forgot how heavenly this felt, her lips moving in sync with yours perfectly. “i love you so much.” she whispered against your lips.

“i love you too, Ro. i’ll never stop loving you.” you whispered back, connecting your lips once more.

#rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x reader #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #rosita twd #twd rosita #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

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cool-cowboy · 3 months

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Just A Taste

Tags:

Vampire Leon S. Kennedy, Biting, Blood drinking, Finger sucking, Switch Leon S. Kennedy, Dirty talk, Teasing, Grinding, Roughness, Intoxication, Overstimulation, Panty kink, Rough body play, Face-fucking, Vaginal sex, Creampie

Summary:

“This isn’t… Just coffee, is it..? Because… I’d like to find out if you’re as sweet as your work.”

In which Leon is a vampire, one who saves you from an almost rapist, then ends up inside your home, where vampire sex goes down. Lots of blood, obviously, biting and some roughness, but overall he's mostly just doting, and on top of it all his spit has a certain quality that leaves you all but begging for it.

I was thinking Re2 Leon (If the whole apocalypse thing didn't happen), but any Leon works if you ignore the rookie cop comment.

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“You sure you can finish up on your own?” She’s asked too many times. She’s hovering, has a night out with friends to get to but feels too bad about leaving me on my own to get going. I’m nearly finished, only have some dishes to put away and floors to clean before I’m out as well.

“I really don’t mind. Get going, I’m more than capable.” I give a smile, meant to be convincing, and it seems to work, a soft smile pulling at her own lips as well. She nods, heaving a sigh and moving to collect her things as I start to take care of the dishes left out to dry.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it, you know?” She’s sweet, always has been, in all the five or so years I’ve worked with her I’ve never heard a shred of ill will for anyone come out of her mouth, which is why I was so willing to take over the chores to get her out early tonight.

“Yeah, I know, now get the hell out of here.” I wave her off with a smile, and she offers a happy wave of her own before she’s off, out the back door into the parking lot, leaving me alone in the dim light of the cafe. The dishes don’t take long, only about five minutes going by before they’re all stacked and hung in their correct places. I sigh, taking one last look around before grabbing the mop bucket, flipping off the back of house lights as I open the door with my hip, dragging the bucket along behind me out into the dining area.

The mundane tasks have a certain appeal, something so simple and mindless to occupy my time. I don’t mind it, really, being on my own, playing my music on the speakers and cleaning up the mess that has somehow built up over the day. I finish quickly, tucking the mop back in its place and collecting my things before turning off the remaining lights. Once the sign is flipped I’m out, door locked behind me.

The walk isn’t far, only about ten minutes, though it does feel longer these days, now that I have to walk home in the dark, my morning shifts now replaced with closing three to tens. There’s a man, one I’ve seen out this time of night a few times before, trailing along the side of the street opposite me, not too far behind. It’s suspicious, but I decide to ignore it for now, praying him heading the same way as me is just a freak coincidence, my hopes becoming more far fetched as he crosses the street to walk behind me, closer than before, a quick glance over my shoulder confirming he’s around fifty feet back, walking faster than me.

This is not good. I’ve had my fair share of worry, of course, being a woman in a city almost guarantees it, but this feels too real, is making me panic, my hand going for my keys, one of them tucked between my knuckles just in case, and to offer a little peace of mind. It’s short lived, the fear and disgust increasing exponentially when the front of my body is slammed into the building beside me, my nose slamming into brick, a blade held to my throat, a large, warm body pressing into my back.

“Finally I get you alone. Thought I’d never get the chance.” I struggle, kicking back against him and letting out a shriek before his rough hand covers my mouth, nails digging into the skin of my cheek, his body pressing more firmly to mine making me sick to my stomach. “Quit moving so much, pretty girl, just let me have my fun and I’ll let you go.” He’s pushing at my pants, trying to get them down, my desperate struggling and muffled screams doing nothing to stop what’s about to happen.

“Hey! What’s going on over there!?” He’s distracted, only for a second, but I take it, ripping my arm from his grip and slamming my elbow into whatever I can reach, his body torn from mine and tossed to the ground, my savior stepping between me and my assailant as I turn around, my breaths heaving and uneven, hands shaking, my stomach lurching at the sight of the man on the ground, my view of him mostly obscured by the large man standing between us. “Get the hell out of here, if I see you again I’ll beat your disgusting fucking face in.” He sounds pissed, leaning over the smaller man, doing a hell of a job of intimidating him.

“Fuck you man! Fuck you!” He’s cowering, clawing his way up from the ground and feverishly running off, casting looks over his shoulder as he goes, rounding a corner and out of our sight. My mystery man turns toward me, worried, a warm hand coming up to rub the side of my arm in a comforting fashion.

“Are you okay? He didn’t… Uh..?” He looks pained, a light grimace on his face, blue eyes cast off to the side. I nod, heaving a shaky sigh, reaching up to push my hair back out of my face.

“No, he uh… Didn’t get the chance. Thank you, I don’t- I- um-”

“No need, miss. Can I… Walk you home? I’d like to make sure you’re safe.” He gives a tight smile, his eyes trailing down from my eyes, resting on my neck, his free hand coming up to run his thumb across the side of my throat. He looks dazed, just staring and running his finger over the torn flesh there, courtesy of my attacker’s knife.

“Hey, what’re you-”

“Sorry. Sorry, uh… You’re bleeding. It’s uh… Making a mess.” He pulls his thumb back, staring at the red smeared over his finger, his lips parted, chest heaving. He swallows, meeting my eyes and letting his hand fall back to his side. “How far’s your place?” I run my own fingers over the cut, not too deep, but the thin skin is still oozing blood, my fingertips covered when I pull them back.

“Not far. Five minutes maybe. ‘S off Genthburn.” The shock is wearing off, leaving me mostly embarrassed, the man in front of me terribly attractive, looking at me bloodied and in my work clothes, dirty from a hard day of baking and serving.

“Okay. Well, let’s get you home, miss.” He waves me ahead, and falls into step beside me, a comforting hand on my back helping to calm me down a little. It’s cold, colder than most nights in September so far, chills covering my exposed arms and making me shiver. “You’re walking around without a jacket? You’re gonna get yourself sick. Here.” He shucks his bomber off, ignoring my frantically shaking head and holding it out to me.

“I’m fine, I don’t-” He stops walking, and so do I, staring at him with wide eyes, his jacket held up in front of me by the shoulders.

“Turn around. C’mon, can’t let a pretty girl get cold.” I relent, if only to give me a chance to escape his gaze, keep him from seeing the blush spreading over my face as I let him slip his jacket up my arms, the smell of woods and something sweet surrounding me, making me feel soft, a little dazed. “There you go. Much better, huh?” He’s smiling when I turn back around, his head tucked to get a better look at me, his eyes flitting back down to my neck before we’re off again, walking side by side down the empty street.

“So uh, what were you doing out this late?” I’m curious, my sideways glance showing a mildly pleased expression. He has his hands dug into his pockets, his eyes cast forward, seeming incredibly nonchalant, almost too calm, the only tell of stress the tightness of his jaw.

“I’m still a rookie, they like to give me the uh… Less desirable patrols.” A cop. It suits him, I think. Something caring, imposing in a comforting way. I give him a look, and he seems a little embarrassed, something I don’t understand, considering my very obvious service industry attire. “You uh, you work in that cafe. The one on Lafayette.” It isn’t a question, he knows, not that I know how, maybe it’s the uniform, but he seems to be a fan of the cafe, something like that.

“Yeah. How’d you know?” His smile blows wider, his hand sliding down to rest on my lower back, his side brushing my arm as we walk along.

“I’ve seen you. Couldn’t miss somebody cute as you, yeah?” He looks young, early twenties maybe, his face still boyish, cute. “Jesus, I sound like a weirdo.” He chuckles, low and embarrassed, his free hand coming up to rub at his neck. “Just meant… I stop by a lot, the coffees are good. The food too.” I look at him, enjoying his nervous energy, his embarrassment at knowing me when I don’t know him. “I uh- Do you bake? I only see you on the register… Sometimes…” I let him feel it for a few more seconds, his nervous swallow making me smile, keeping eye contact until he takes it away, looking out into the dark and ignoring my pleased expression.

“Yeah. I bake. I’m glad you like the sweets, I don’t usually get to speak with the customers.” He looks at me, at my neck, still oozing blood, probably staining my white shirt. “What’s your favorite?” I’m curious, he seems to be a regular, and I bake a lot of different things, I can’t help but want to know what my best creation is. He smiles, too charming for his own good, both of us stopping at the entrance to my building, his gaze shifting to look inside before meeting my eyes again.

“I like the… Blueberry muffins. A real guilty pleasure, the guys at the station are always on my ass about it. I blame you, you know?” He’s teasing, ducking his head to look at me, his smile lopsided. I scoff, facing him while I grip the cool metal of the door handle, offering an amused smile.

“I’m very sorry I’m such a fantastic baker. You should uh… Let me apologize with a cup of coffee? I’ve got the same beans we do at the cafe.” He seems surprised, though I don’t find it that odd, with the compliments he’s given me and the kindness he’s shown, maybe he just didn’t expect me to be so bold.

“You want me to… Come up?” I nod, raising my brows and holding the door, praying he won’t shoot me down. He smiles, top teeth flashing before he’s reaching over me, holding the door and waving me inside, sending a fluttering feeling through me when he follows behind. “This is a nice place, that baker’s salary must be pretty nice, huh?” I lead us up the stairs, peering at him over my shoulder with a smile as he follows along.

“Partial owner’s salary, but yes, pretty nice.” He stands beside me while I unlock my door, staring at me, bright blue eyes burning into me.

“Owner? Damn, how old are you?” I motion him inside first, and he nods in thanks, moving inside and leaving me to close the door behind us.

“Twenty. You can sit if you like, get comfortable.” I wander past him into the kitchen, collecting the things I need for the perfect cup of coffee.

“D’you need any help?” He’s hovering, just behind me, watching me move, silent, the only tell he’s there is his form in my peripherals.

“No, I offered. Plus I make this every day, I’ve got it handled.” He sighs, but leaves me to work, still standing close, but quiet, just watching me until I’m finished. I turn around, trapped against the counter, blue eyes staring down at my neck.

“This isn’t… Just coffee, is it?” I huff, letting my gaze drop, a little embarrassed, though he doesn’t seem too adverse to the idea of this going further than a friendly thanks. “Because… I’d like to find out if you’re as sweet as your work.” He takes a step forward, his hand coming up to cup my jaw, angling my head up toward him, blue eyes peering down at me.

“That’s a… Good question. Let’s find out.” I pull him down, the kiss a whole lot gentler than I meant it, his lips moving slow and soft against mine, his hand sliding down, thumb stroking at the torn flesh on my throat. After a little while he pulls away, cheeks and lips flushed, eyes low.

“God, I could just eat you up.” I drag him back in, letting out a surprised noise into his mouth when he hoists me up onto the counter, not seeming at all phased by my weight. He trails his lips down, over my jaw, rasping quiet words along the unmarred side of my throat. “You smell so damn good… This is a… Dream come true.” He groans into my neck when his lips press to my pulse, my hand clenching into the front of his shirt drawing him in closer between my spread legs.

“Shit, hey, what’s your name?” I drag him up by his hair, his eyes looking wild, a low rumble ripping through his chest when I pry his lips from my skin.

“Leon. Leon Kennedy. Sorry, rude to not tell you sooner. What’s yours?” I tell him, and he nods, seeming feverish, incredibly eager when he drops back down, nosing at my neck, the bloody side, breathing in deep against my skin and sighing it out. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Goddamn, you’re… intoxicating. I feel lightheaded.” He kisses my neck, and I gasp, trying and failing to escape his grasp, his tongue running up the side of my throat too sexy for someone licking my blood off my skin, my head feeling a little fuzzy, my mind hazy with a pleasurable buzz I wouldn’t have expected in this situation.

“Hey, what’re you..?” He sighs, running his lips back down my neck, his low groan sending a shock straight down.

“Just… fuck, you are delicious.” He moans, letting his hands rest on my hips as he mouths at my throat, sucking softly on my open wound. It’s unexpected, but I can’t say I really mind, not when he’s enjoying himself so much, or when it feels so damn good. “I’ve never… tasted a person like this before.” He sounds dazed, enamored even, his lips skimming and sucking on my skin, his hands clenching into the meat of my hips. His teeth close over my neck, my pained hiss prompting him to push himself back a step, his teeth showing through parted lips, unnaturally pointed, his eyes flashing red before he blinks it away.

“What the-? What-?” I stare at him, wide eyed, unable to believe what I’m seeing, or what this could mean.

“Um, shit. I uh- I’m… Sorry, didn’t mean to… Bite. Did I scare you? I didn’t mean it, really, just… your blood tastes like pure sugar, sweetheart.” I’m not scared, surprisingly enough, he doesn’t seem to want to hurt me, either that or he’s a hell of a liar.

“There’s no way.” He looks at me, keeping a little distance, my hand coming up to drag him back in by the front of his shirt. I use my other hand to pull up the side of his lip, his canine normal, not at all the elongated, fang-like tooth I saw a few seconds ago.

“They’re for uh… Feeding only.” He speaks quietly, seeming embarrassed, bringing his bloodied thumb up to his mouth and pushing it past his lips, sucking on it, groaning and leaning his head back as he cleans it off. He’s breathing heavy by the time he’s finished, his lips parted when he hooks his thumb in his lip, showing off his fang, white stained with red, his eyes low, his voice earnest and needy. “I won’t… Bite you again. I’m just uh… not used to being so close to humans.” I look at him a few seconds, giving myself some time to process, his look becoming a little more worried prompting me to bring him back in, the taste of iron on his lips less disgusting than I would’ve thought.

“Am I gonna become a vampire?” I’m scared, not of him, but what the result of his bite could mean for me. He shakes his head, resting his forehead to mine, big hands splayed over my thigh and hip.

“No, course not. Venom is… Optional.” I mull it over, finding all this probably hotter than I should, debating my next words, curious and admittedly a little excited at the thought of his teeth digging into my skin.

“Then what’s the harm in a bite?” He groans, loud, ducking his head back down to my throat, kissing and dragging my hips to the edge of the counter, his erection pressing into the crotch of my pants.

“Are you..? I can..?” He cuts himself off with a breathy groan, shoving his face into my neck and staying here, his hands squeezing as he noses his way up my jugular. I nod, and he seems pleased, humming and breathing me in, pressing his body firmer against me. “I won’t kill you. I won’t. Just- Just a taste, that’s all.” He kisses his way up over my jaw, back to my lips, letting out a pleased noise when I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me, letting my hands card through his hair and pull softly.

“Let’s uh… Take this somewhere more comfortable, yeah?” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist and lifting me up, his strength shocking, unparalleled by anything I’ve ever seen.

“Bedroom?”

“First door on the right.” He goes back to kissing, moaning into my mouth and squeezing his hand on my ass as he walks us down the hall, nudging the door open with his foot and laying me out on my bed, looking down on me in a predatory fashion, like I’m his prey, which I guess I am, even if it isn’t quite that simple.

“You’re so pretty.” He leans down over me, propping his knee on the mattress beside my hip, leaning down to press wet kisses along my jaw, up to my lips. He’s mumbling, quiet, nearly too quiet for me to hear, speaking between rushed, needy kisses, his body hovering over mine on knees and elbows. “I can control it… I won’t hurt you… You’re too pretty to ruin.” I pull up on his shirt, humming in approval when he sits up to pull it over his head, gorgeous body on display for me, my eyes roaming his pale skin making him smile. “God, I’m gonna make sure this is the best sex you’ve ever had.” He groans, leaning himself back down to mouth at my neck, his tongue running over my jagged flesh making me feel fuzzy.

“What’s..? It’s… Weird.” He chuckles, his warm breath ticklish on my skin, one of his hands running up my side, bunching my shirt up just below my breasts.

“It’s a… My saliva is like an… Aphrodisiac, meant to keep prey calm and pliable, or in your case, turned on.” He licks the gash again, groaning when I shiver, my body feeling like it’s melting into the mattress, his lips kissing down my throat, over the skin of my chest, his fingers working the buttons of my shirt. “You smell so damn good, better than anything.” He sits back up to take a look at me, shirt unbuttoned, lacy bra on display. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He slides his hand up to grip my waist, lifting me up into a seated position, both hands moving to slip my shirt down over my arms, tossing it off toward the floor once he’s finished. “I’m so glad you’re not scared.” I go back to kissing him, holding him to me by the sides of his neck, the lack of warmth in his skin offering a nice contrast to the feverish feeling settled over mine.

“ ‘m not… Shit…” He’s working on my pants, one hand on the button and zipper, the other reaching around to haul me into his lap by my ass, not rough, just strong. I press down on him the second I’m seated above him, sighing into his mouth as he groans softly, using his grip to grind me into him, his breathing labored, a little shaky.

“Fuck… I don’t know… What it is about you… You’re damn perfect… Delicious…” He dips his free hand down, rubbing his thumb lightly over my clit through my pants, earning himself a light moan and a searing kiss, the fuzzy feeling wearing off slowly, letting me feel the heat on my skin. “So warm, feels so good.” He groans, letting his hips meet mine, his hand on my ass squeezing tight, nails digging into me through my pants, lips pressing hard against mine. I press a hand to his stomach, pushing him, but he doesn’t budge, just huffs out a laugh against my lips and grinds himself up a little rougher.

“Leon, can you-”

“Impatient, sweet thing?” He pulls back, eyes a dull burgundy, fangs poking through parted lips. I look at him, his expression sultry, eyes low, chest heaving with uneven, excited breaths. “Fine, we can do it your way.” He grinds into me one more time, groaning and placing a slow, toothy kiss to my lips, pulling back to lay himself back before me.

“I thought they were for feeding only?” I run my thumb over his canine, his shaky exhale breathed onto my hand as he watches me, his hands coming to rest on my hips, big and cold.

“Me too.” He lets me take my time, running my finger over his teeth, skin catching on the pointed edge making him gasp, his fingers squeezing my hips. “It’s a masking thing. You’re not scared, though, so I guess there’s no need.” He’s smiling, red eyes soft, his thumbs stroking up and down the bones of my hips, one hand sneaking down to rub softly on my clit. “Why don’t you come down here, pretty girl, gimme some more of your sweet kisses.” I smile, leaning down, using one hand to hold myself up, letting the thumb of the other press into his mouth, pushing down on his bottom teeth to get him to open wider, loving the look on his face, his attention completely on me, letting me do what I want, pliable beneath me, willing to indulge my desires.

“You’re so handsome.” He closes his mouth around my thumb, sucking on the dried blood and moaning, his eyes falling closed, his chest heaving. He presses his hand inside my pants, opening his eyes to watch his thumb move against my clit through my underwear, gaze flitting up to my face when I drag my thumb along the point of his canine, a thin cut along the side of my finger making him groan and squirm.

“Nnh- You… You taste so good, so sweet.” He sucks on my thumb, his saliva making me feel fuzzy, a static warmth falling over me, his words breathless and rushed. “Wish I could return the favor, shit.” He shifts his hips, giving himself a good angle to grind into me, the harsh pressure of his dick dragging over my clit drawing a low moan out of me, my thumb slipping out of his mouth to smear blood all over his lips. “There we go, I’ll make you feel good, sweet girl.” I lean down, kissing his neck, pushing my bloody thumb back into his mouth, letting out a surprised noise when he closes his teeth over it, grinding into me roughly, one hand on my ass, the other gliding up my back to work the clasp of my bra.

“Thought I was the impatient one.” He smiles around my finger, drawing my bra down my arms, pushing me up to seated and releasing my thumb to get it off, tossing it off the bed before pulling me back down over him, groaning and mouthing at my throat, tongue lathing over the cut there.

“Maybe not, I can’t resist you… Too pretty, too fucking perfect.” His teeth graze my neck, and I gasp, his low chuckle sending goosebumps over my skin. “Don’t be scared, pretty girl, it won’t hurt… Just relax, okay?” My back is pressed into the mattress not even a second later, the movement so fast it makes my head spin. He’s looming over me, eyes low and predatory, fangs poking through his lips, his hands on my side and beside my head.

“It won’t hurt?” He shakes his head, leaning down to kiss at the unmarked side of my throat, lips pressing hard to the skin above my pulse, my head tilting to the side to give him more room making him let out a pleased groan.

“I’ll make it feel good… Are you sure I can..?” He slides his hand up my side, cold fingers gliding over my nipple before he grips my jaw, tilting my head back into the mattress, his lips sucking on my pulse, his knee slipping under my leg to push it up so he can get closer, his hips pressing into mine.

“Yes.” He groans, teeth grazing my skin before he goes back to kissing, leaving messy, rushed kisses down my jugular, pausing at the base of my throat, nose and lips pressed to my skin when he inhales, his hips grinding roughly into me making me gasp. The suspense is killing me, making me shaky, his pale back the only part of him I can see with my head pressed back like this. He noses his way back up, cold body pressed tight to mine, the pointer of the hand holding my jaw pushing its way between my lips, pressing down on my tongue, the taste of blood covering his fingertip making me squirm.

“God, never thought tonight would end like this…” He kisses my pulse, mouthing at it, sucking and lathing his tongue over my skin, groaning and working his hips into me. I’m touching him, one hand gripped to the waist of his pants, the other holding tight to his hair, anticipating the bite, his mouth closing over my throat making me moan, only his teeth don’t do more than press lightly to my skin. He pulls back, eyeing the spot he was just abusing with a dazed look, eyes half closed, mouth gaping, red eyes meeting mine after a few seconds. “Not yet. Want something else from you first…” He pulls his finger out of my mouth, kissing me and groaning at the taste of blood on my lips, his hand sliding down to pull my hips into his.

“Shit, can we get on with it then?” I’m impatient, I know, but I can’t help it, and he can’t really deny me, considering I’ve offered up my neck as his next meal. He smiles, sitting up above me, looking large looking down on me, his chest heaving, red-covered tongue running over his top teeth as he stares at me, smearing blood over his teeth.

“You really are somethin’ else. Making demands to a vampire? Bold, sweetheart.” He smiles, one hand moving to lift my hips, the other pulling down on my pants, slow, watching my face, his tongue licking leftover blood from his lips. “Good thing I don’t mind, be bossy all you want, I’m happy to give you what you want.” He settles himself between my legs, laid out on the bed on his stomach, broad shoulders pressing my thighs apart, his hands held lightly to the fronts of my thighs, bloodied fingers smearing red over my skin.

“Yeah? Move a little faster then, I’m not feeling very patient.” I rut my hips up, giving him a coy smile, and he chuckles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my clit through my underwear, staying against me and breathing me in, his nails pressing tighter to my skin, eyes falling closed as he groans.

“Fuck, smells so good, you’re so turned on.” He takes another deep breath, letting out a light moan before he sucks on me through my underwear, red eyes staring up at me, barely open, his fangs poking me through the fabric. He hums when I squirm, his grip easily holding me perfectly still, his strength giving him the ability to do pretty much whatever he wants with me. He pulls back, slipping one hand around to replace his mouth, licking his lips and looking at me. “You’re so damn pretty. Keep staring at me with that fuckin’ look, let me take care of you.” He lays his head on my thigh, eyes flitting back and forth from my face to his working hand, his lips kissing and sucking on the skin of my inner thigh.

“Leon-”

“I know, I know, you want me to hurry up. Just a little longer, like looking at you like this.” I sigh, and he smiles, turning his face toward my leg and dragging his tooth across, cutting a small line before latching his lips to it, sucking and moaning, watching my face as I go fuzzy, vision not fully there, the hazy pleasure of his thumb rubbing my clit turning softer, a more full body experience. He pops his lips off my skin after a few seconds, both of us watching fresh blood pool, his groan making me shiver. He kisses his cut, smearing blood over his lips, seeming almost drunk as he skims his mouth over my bloodied skin, his thumb giving some more pressure making me moan. “That’s it, make some pretty noises for me. Feels good, huh? I’m fuzzy too, you’re so damn tasty.” He sits up a little, swallowing and gripping the band of my panties, pulling down and groaning, sitting up fully to finish getting them off, his expression all lust, desperate and hazy. He doesn’t toss them away, just stares at me as he lifts them to his face, pressing slick-soaked fabric to his mouth and nose and breathing it in, his free hand absently smearing fresh blood over my thigh.

“Hey, perv, quit that.” He pulls them away from his face to look at me, smiling, tossing them off to the side when I raise my eyebrows at him. He leans back down, over me, his mouth closing over my nipple, pointed teeth grazing the sensitive flesh making me flinch. He looks up at me, feigned innocence taking over his expression, my own expression unamused. He opens his mouth a little wider, keeping his teeth off my nipple, pressed to the surrounding flesh, his thumb pressing to my clit unexpected, cold, rough skin making me squirm. He groans, dipping down to collect some slick before rubbing light circles, staring at me with low eyes, his teeth pressing down, digging into my skin, sending a pleasurable shiver through me when they break the skin, his face pulling back immediately, opting to lick all over to collect the blood from the four shallow punctures.

“You look good like this. Like seeing me on your skin, giving you a reason to remember me.” I moan, his thumb working a little faster against me the second I let the noise out, his lips closing around one of the spots oozing blood, just above my nipple, his low groan making me fuzzy, eyes watching him, all of him, his mouth on my skin, thumb working against me, his hips rutting into the mattress between my legs. “Okay, fuck, now I’m getting impatient.” He pulls back, lips and chin smeared with blood, his expression lax. He shimmies his way down, resting back between my legs and looking up at me before focusing his gaze down, letting one hand press my thigh into the mattress, his other stroking lightly over the cut on my leg. “Holy shit, I can barely think, want you so fucking bad.” He leans down, pressing his face into me, lips and teeth against my slick, his tongue coming out to lick up the length of me, a pleased hum vibrating against me when I arch up into him, ready for some proper friction. “You taste so good, making it hard to focus, sweetheart.” He sucks on my clit, the sight of him, looking up at me, hands tight on my skin, blood smeared over his face, making me shake, the fuzzy pleasure fading into the intense feeling I’m used to.

“Shit, you look so good, feels so good, Leon.” He groans, working his tongue against me, staring at my face with glazed eyes, groaning into me, working his hips into the mattress for some relief. He pulls his face back, blood and slick all over him, his thumb replacing his mouth, rubbing rough, quick circles against me, groaning against me when he presses his lips to my thigh, smearing slick over my bloody skin, licking and sucking over the thin gash there as he watches me, working me up quickly, my legs shaking against his mouth and hand.

“Fuckin’ shaking, so pretty, ready to cum all over my hand.” He sinks two fingers inside, laying his cheek into the mess on my thigh to watch my face, eyes hazy, almost affectionate, a pleased look on his face when I press into his hand, his fingers curling up inside making me moan. “That’s it, you’re so close, fucking soaking me. Go ahead, give it to me, sweetheart…” He’s too composed, not nearly needy enough, not at all the frantic, desperate man that was mouthing at my neck a few minutes ago. I run my fingers over the cut on my throat, still oozing blood, soaking them down to the knuckle before reaching down, hazy red staring at my hand, my thumb pushing past his lips making him groan, his mouth closing over the blood covered digit immediately, his fingers curling up more harshly, blood from my other fingers smearing his cheek.

“Fuck, so-ngh-! So fucking good. C’mon, cum for me. Oh my god, want you to- ah- you’re squeezing me so good, so tight, so fucking- shit!” He closes his mouth around my thumb, sucking harshly as I writhe against him, his saliva seeping into the wound on my finger making me fuzzy, my orgasm hazy washing over me, his lips meeting mine in a feverish kiss drawing a surprised moan out of me.

“Leon… nnh- hurts…” He’s still rubbing his thumb against me, his hand firm on my pubic bone keeping me still, his mouth pressing hard against mine, teeth mixing with lips, the cold nice against my sweaty skin. “Stop-! Shit, ‘s fucking- Please!” He smiles, pulling back to take a look at my face, seeming pleased, enjoying whatever embarrassing face I’m making, groaning when I clench around his fingers, another hazy orgasm on its way.

“One more. Feels good, yeah? Let me make you feel good.” I moan, relenting, stopping my struggling against him and letting the dull pleasure wash over me, pulling him back in for a heated kiss, pulling roughly on his hair and making him groan. “Fuck… being so damn loud… Making a fuckin’ mess… Heart beating so fucking loud…” He moans, grinding himself into my thigh, working his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing a little harder, trying to force me over the edge, his teeth nipping at my lip making me clench around him. “There we go, I’ll make it better, yeah? Make you all soft for me, make me the only thing you can think about.” He sucks on the broken skin of my lip, moaning and dragging his dick up my leg, the scratchiness of his jeans burning the wound there, adding pain to the hazy pleasure, my whole body feeling gooey and too good, my orgasm nearly there, his low groan urging me closer. “You’re so pretty, so good covered in me, messy from my teeth, fuck.” He’s not making much sense, but his low rasp is still hot, and I let my hand slide down from his hair, over his pale chest, down over his abs, gripping and fumbling with his pants.

“Take them… Take these off-Nnh.” He reaches down, grabbing onto my hand, now finished unbuttoning and zipping, laying it palm-up on my thigh before pressing himself into it, boxers the only thing separating him from my skin as he grinds into my hand, which I use to palm him to the best of my ability, barely there from his abuse of my clit and the effects of his spit.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good, come on, you gotta cum one more time before I can fuck you properly.” He groans, dipping his face down into my neck and mouthing at the cut there, grinding himself into my hand and working his fingers a little rougher, nearly hurting me, my legs shaking more harshly than probably ever. “Go ahead, finish-ngh- for me… Give it to-ah- me. Need you to finish, soak my fuckin’ fingers before I bust in my damn underwear.” I moan, his smile pressed to my throat when I clench around him, his fingers stilling inside me, thumb rubbing softly on my clit as his hips work into my hand, his teeth grazing over my neck making me keen, high and needy, embarrassing. “Yeah? Want me to bite you that bad? Fuck, that’s hot, you’re so hot.” He pulls his fingers out, sitting up above me and spreading them out, both of us watching strings of slick stretch and drip down his fingers before he puts them in his mouth, groaning and leaning his head back to clean them off.

“You are so dirty, Mr. Kennedy.” He looks dazed when he pulls them from between his lips, reaching down to smear his spit all over my mouth, watching as he pushes them between my teeth, pressing down on my tongue. The fuzzy feeling comes back, making me feel weightless, arousal humming under my skin. He lets them slip back out, letting his hand grip lightly to the side of my neck, warm spit smearing my skin.

“Now you are too. Can’t fuckin’ help it, not when you taste so damn good.” He leans down over me, settling his body between my legs to press eager kisses to my lips, his tongue coming out to lap at the bloodied bite he left earlier. I press against his stomach, trying to get him off me, return the favor, but he doesn’t budge, just lets out a displeased noise and continues to move his lips against mine, shifting his hips to grind against me, rough fabric on my clit making me squirm, trying and failing to escape the overstimulation. “What do you want? Hm? Can’t just sit back and let me take care of you?” I sigh, pressing against him again, and he pulls back, looking into my face.

“Want you to get on your back.” He stares at me, amused, stopping his grinding to just look at me, only moving after a few seconds, a fraction of a second going by before I’m seated above him, only he’s not on his back, he's sitting up, latched onto my nipple, sucking on his bites there, groaning and rutting up into me, his hands circling my back and drawing me closer into his lap. “Hey, you said you’d listen.” He moans, staring up at me, his eyes low again, barely open, his face a little flushed, his skin running a little warmer with my blood in his system.

“I know, just wanted another taste.” I push him back, and he lets me, grinding up into me once he’s reclined back on his elbows, groaning and watching me as I make my way down, kissing over his chest, down the center of his stomach, my hands gripping and pulling down on his jeans. I get them off, sitting up to pull on his boxers, dragging them down slowly, watching his expression, cloudy and lust-filled, his hand petting the side of my hair when I lean down, on my hand and knees, pressing a chaste kiss to the head, watching his expression turn desperate when I pull back, his hips rutting softly up into nothing.

“C’mon, don’t do that, I listened, now please, give me what I want.” He looks so needy, lips parted and smeared with blood, brows drawn together, fangs bloodied and oversized in his mouth. I relent, closing my lips over the head, sucking gently, watching his face, using my hand to work over the rest. “There you go… Fuck, should’ve bit that pretty ass, want you covered in me.” He groans, pushing my hair back out of my face as I sink down, only able to take about half of him before pulling back up, setting a slow pace, letting my hand leave him to press into the blood on my neck, his eyes following the movement, hips bucking up into my mouth making me gag, his whiny moan much more satisfying than I thought. He sits up, groaning when I smear blood all over his abs, letting my nails dig into him, his hand in my hair working my mouth over his dick.

“Gimme a taste. Ah- c’mon, you’re wasting it.” He grabs my hand, drawing it up to his mouth by my wrist, groaning around my fingers, being a little rougher, rutting his hips up into my mouth, making me choke, but I don't mind, his tooth dragging over the top of my finger making me fuzzy again, clouding my oxygen-needy brain and making me soft, letting him fuck into my throat with minimal fuss. “Shit, holy-Ngh- you’re so warm, so fucking pretty taking my dick. Is this okay? Shit, ‘s gotta be, the way you’re fucking-ah- looking at me, making a mess all over me.” He drags my hand down to his throat, moaning when I squeeze, nails digging into the sides of his neck, what blood was left after his sucking smeared over pale skin. “Want me to cum down that pretty throat? Shit, I’m about to. You’re so good, so wet, warm, squeezing me so good, shit, shit-!” He presses my lips to his base, choking me, my nails digging into his neck and thigh as he empties down my throat, pulling on my hair to get me to look at him, mouth gaping and bloody, head titled back, eyes fighting against the pleasure to stay open as he comes down, releasing my hair and allowing me to pull myself off him. “Sorry, too rough?” I shake my head, wiping my mouth and sitting back on my heels, looking him over.

“No, it’s fine. Liked it.” He smiles, leaning forward to place a sweet kiss to my lips, the taste of iron heavy on his skin, his hand coming up to cup my jaw as he sits up on his knees, easing me back, leaning over me to keep our lips connected, his free hand smearing the blood on my chest.

“You want more? Or are you finished?” I don’t say anything, just reach over to open up the drawer of my nightstand, holding up a condom between us. “Oh. We don’t-uh- need that, unless you want. I can’t get you… You wouldn’t…” I toss the condom away, pulling him down by the sides of his neck, kissing him roughly, forcing him closer by wrapping my legs around him, his bare dick against me making us both moan. “Fuck, gimme a minute, sweetheart. Refractory period is still a thing, even after death.” He grinds into me, half hard dick brushing my clit making me flinch, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth making me fuzzy again, his hands on the side of one of my thighs and over my bloodied breast.

“Ready yet?” I’m impatient, the fuzzy feeling urging me to get him to move faster, sink inside and make me full. He chuckles, aware of the effects of his spit, reaching the hand on my leg around to grip his dick, sitting halfway up to give me a good view of him running his hand over it, jerking himself off against me and letting out a heady groan before slotting himself against my entrance, eyes flitting up to my face as he slides the head up and down, slipping it up across my clit and giving me a brief view of pre leaking from it before sliding it back down, pressing unbearably slow inside, stretching me, the tight feeling making me fist the sheets below me.

“You’re so tight, perfect fucking fit. Feels good, yeah? This is what you’ve been wanting, to be full, get stuffed so good you can’t think…” He groans, his head hanging when he bottoms out, letting us both feel it, the way I’m squeezing him, clamped tight around him, holding him inside, my body begging for it. “This pretty pussy’s so good, you’re so good, staring at me all messy, giving me that damn look…” He pulls out, leaning down over me to kiss my lips, both of us letting out pleasured noises when he presses back inside, the stretch tight, his tip snug against my cervix when he’s seated inside.

“Leon… No more teasing… Please…” I can’t take anymore, hazy brain only after one thing, too needy for it to be embarrassed to ask. He nips at my lips, making a displeased noise and grinding into me, hips digging into the backs of my thighs.

“You can take it. I know, you’re drunk off it, but you can wait, give me some more time inside this perfect fucking pussy.” He groans, his head falling down to mouth at my neck, the unmarred side, sucking and kissing there, his hips grinding into me. “Just a little longer. So warm, wish I could stay buried inside you forever, make you cum over and fucking over.” He pulls out, dragging along my insides, letting out a shaky breath into my throat, teeth grazing my flesh tentatively, my response a needy moan, words escaping me, my mind hazy with the thought of his teeth piercing my flesh. “Such a good girl, I’ll give you what you want…” He presses back inside, slowly stretching me back out before grinding into me, pulling back out before repeating the process. “... Make you feel so good you’ll only want me…” He groans, reaching down to rub at my clit, my low whine making him smile against my skin, his hips speeding up, fucking me properly, the quiet pap pap pap of his hips hitting my thighs making me moan.

“Leon- Le… Bite me- ah- bite-!” His teeth sink into my throat, the feeling foreign, pleasurable, shocking, a euphoric feeling washing over me as he groans, working his hips into me, teeth dug into my skin, his hands holding mine down on the mattress, the feeling of warm liquid trailing down onto the sheets making me moan. “Nnh- Shit, feels- ah- good-!” He pulls back, lower half of his face covered in blood, his expression terribly desperate, almost pained as he looks down at me, breathing heavy, a low whine coming from his lips when I drag him down into a heated kiss.

“Can’t believe… Ah-You let me… Shit… Never felt-hah- this good-!” He tucks his face back down, letting out a string of soft whimpers into my throat, his strokes shallower, trying to keep from cumming too soon, his thumb working desperately against me. “Nnh… So… Good… You’re so pretty, so fucking pretty covered in blood-Ah-! Shit, can’t take much more, need you to- Fuck-! Need you to cum… squeeze this- oh my god.” He sucks on my neck, angling his hips up and moving faster, working his thumb against me, his breathing erratic, hot against my skin, everything hazy, soft, the only thing on my mind him emptying inside me, my insides squeezing around him, my legs shaking. “There we go. C’mon, almost there. You want me to cum inside? Yeah? I know you fuckin’ do, so squeeze this pretty pussy on my- oh fuck! Yeah, that’s it, so-ah- so fucking tight, so good, taste so good. Shit, gonna fill you up, cum so deep inside- Ngh- shit, shit!” He sinks his teeth into my neck, pressing himself as deep as he’ll go, milking himself with my waning orgasm, stretching it out by rubbing harshly on my clit, the overstimulation fuzzy and pleasurable, his teeth digging into my skin making me squeeze around him as he works his release into me, moaning and whimpering into my neck, pulling his teeth out of me to suck on his mark, drinking from me, groaning when I rip my nails into his back, taking my begging whimpers to stop as encouragement, ripping another orgasm out of me to help him fuck his release deeper, only stopping once tears brim in my eyes.

He pulls out slowly, whining and kissing at his bite, pulling back to look at me, messy and entirely fucked out, which would be embarrassing if he wasn’t in the exact same state. “Fuck, you’re bleeding pretty bad… Sorry, didn’t mean to, uh, just, here-” He lifts his wrist to his mouth, biting down before pulling back, grimacing and offering it to me. “Go ahead. Not nearly as tasty as yours, but it’ll do the job.” I close my lips over his bite, sucking gently, his low groan drawing my eyes up, his head tilted back, mouth gaping as I drink from him. I stop after a few seconds, placing a quick kiss to his broken skin, his eyes meeting mine, soft and affectionate. “There you go, good as new.” He runs his thumb over my neck, the skin there smooth, no bite left behind, healed over, his thumb covered with leftover blood when he presses it to his lips, looking so glad he could cry when he sucks the mess away.

“Thank you.” He looks at me, from my face down over my neck, my chest, my bloody thigh.

“Thank me by letting me clean up this mess.”

#vampire #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #rookie leon kennedy #re smut #smut

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pearlywritings · 2 years

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If dad why hot?

synopsis: Dilf Kaeya. That’s it.

pairing: Kaeya x fem!reader, feat your daughter

tw: fluff, a little bit suggestive at the end, established relationship, people try to hit on your husband.

word count: 1.5k+ words

author’s note: Dilf Kaeya was sitting in my head for weeks now, I just want this man to have a daughter...

Dilf Kaeya who aged like a good wine both in looks and personality. The man many didn’t believe would ever start a family, yet here he is, happily married and with a child, a sweet princess with his blue jay hair and your pretty eyes. The girl, whom adores the whole Mondstadt from the common citizens to the knights at the Favonius headquarters.

Dilf Kaeya who often takes her with him to work whenever she misses him too strongly, and lets her roam the building with the promise she won’t bother busy people much. He is so proud when Lisa tells him his daughter helped her in the library or when Jean praises her for organizing some papers in her study. He himself is always happy if she decides to stay with him, climbing into his lap and curiously watching the quill in his hand moving across the papers.

Dilf Kaeya who carries her home in his arms if she falls asleep, her head resting on his shoulder, looking like an angel. Who carefully passes her body into your arms and watches you kiss her forehead, softly smiling and murmuring how hard she must’ve worked.

Dilf Kaeya who brings you closer into his side with an arm wrapped around your waist as you two quietly close the door to her bedroom. His lips touch your temple and you giggle at the affection turning to him and kissing him properly.

Dilf Kaeya who laughs embarrassed when you remind him of a story from the times your girl was but a baby and tried to latch onto his chest in search of milk. His chest did become bigger and wider as the years passed, adding to him being freaking hot, and becoming an object of your teasing jokes of him actually being the mom. He always argues, saying he’d never be a better mommy than you, starting a playful banter with you no matter where you can be.

Dilf Kaeya who draws attention to himself even more now, looking all ravishing and sexy as a grown man, though his own flirting has decreased considerably from the moment he married and started a family with you. However, there are suitors that still try to catch his eye and some can be really… persistent.

Dilf Kaeya, who finally has his horses back in stables and can take his princess out for the rides. Sometimes you join the two, but often you let them have father-daughter bonding moments. Kaeya is thrilled to have the alone time with her, especially after almost a week of being swarmed with paperwork and neverending patrols. Her small body is pressed firmly into dad’s chest and she keeps her hands on top of his arms as the man holds the horse’s reins. He can tell she is having great fun, turning her head from side to side.

Dilf Kaeya who gets concerned when she points to the left and says she sees hilichurls surrounding someone. His first instinct is to ride away to assure her safety, but he is a knight, he ought to help people. So, he leaves the horse hidden in the bushes and asks the girl to wait for him, to which she nods in understanding, promising to not move an inch from her position. He is so lucky, the Cavalry Captain thinks, as he smooches her cheek and rushes to help whoever is in trouble.

Dilf Kaeya who gets hit on the moment the young woman is saved. The man smiles through her blubbering of ‘thank you’s and ‘you are my hero’s, not batting an eye at her attempts to flirt with him. He literally offered her a hand, the one with the wedding ring on it, to help stand up, clearly it should be enough to show he is taken.

Dilf Kaeya who again and again tells the woman he is not interested, as he turns around and tries to walk off and back to his daughter, ignoring the offers of the woman’s company who is following him all the way back to the place where he left the horse and the girl.

“Daddy, is that a woman you saved?” she asks curiously, playing with the braid you made her in the morning. Kaeya gives her a loving smile, brushing his own thicker and longer braid over his shoulder. The man loves matching with her.

“Yes, my lily, and she is leaving already. Wanna go home to mommy?”

The girl hums, brushing her fingers through the stallion’s mane, pondering his offer over.

“I want to, but can we ride for a little bit longer?”

“Of cour-”

“Oh, that’s great! She can go and have fun, while we have ours!” Kaeya almost forgot about the other human’s presence, that is until she wraps her arms around his and squeezes it to her chest.

Dilf Kaeya whose eye turns icy cold as he glances to the side, piercing the stunned woman with a glare. What? Does she really believe he’ll take her offer and decieve you? The woman who accepts his past and his imperfections, the woman to whom he willingly gave his heart and received her in return, the woman who loves him to the point of accepting his marriage proposal and having a cute little girl? And all of that just to hook with someone he barely knows? Does she think he is an idiot? No one has ever been this bold and something inside the ever patient and collected man snaps. He is annoyed now.

“Lady, I tell you once again, I am not interested. And please, be appropriate, my child is right here.”

His voice is very calm but alarmingly chilly, the touch is firm and freezing when he pries her from around him and grabs the horse’s reins, ready to leave.

"The fact my wife isn't present doesn't mean you have a chance and right to hit on me. This," he lifts his hand and shows his ring "is here not for fancy, it has purpose. Now, since I can clearly see you have no other issues, we'll excuse ourselves. Goodbye.”

Dilf Kaeya who doesn't pay much attention to the situation, only glancing at you the moment your daughter mentions the strange encounter in her description of the walk. Busy with tending to her, brushing her hair and listening to her stories curiously, you only hum and say that her daddy is a real hero and that you are very proud of him. No further questions, comments or worries.

Dilf Kaeya who kisses you deeply, silencing your sinful moans which he himself is drilling out of you with his cock. It's the dead of the night, he can allow himself to relax, holding your trembling body in his embrace. Kaeya is aware there are people who could think of him being unfaithful, but he is also aware they are dead wrong. He knows you know he is devoted to you and only you in the sense of heart, body, mind and soul, however damned they can appear to be.

Dilf Kaeya, who takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it, not halting the thrusting of his hips for a moment. Smooth lips brush over your lovely fingers in a soft murmur.

"Thank you for trusting me, love."

To which you breathlessly chuckle, giving his hand a squeeze and bringing the other to cup his check.

"You've been nothing but loyal to me, Kaeya. Of course I do trust you. I married an amazing man after all."

Amazing, huh? Hearing your speak so fondly of him and gazing at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes, he knows, it'll be okay. You always call him brilliant, smart, beautiful, lovely, handsome, sexy, witty, sometimes crazy, pouty, irresponsible, silly, in recent years you even picked up after Lisa and started to call him a dilf in a teasing manner, and honestly, your words are the only opinion he takes and considers in regards to your relationship. He knows you know he is all of the things you name him and you equally adore each part of him and he feels the same about you.

Dilf Kaeya whose fingers intertwine with yours in a comforting manner, whose lips meld with yours in a passionate dance, whose body presses incredibly close to yours in the deepest form of intimacy. There is no way he’d ever abandon what he has with you, you give him too many things to treasure, the greatest ones wrapping around your ring fingers in the form of golden bands and one more soundly sleeping in her own room.

Dilf Kaeya is the man who has always been desirable in the eyes of others. He is aware that many people find him alluring now specifically because they view him as a sexy dad. Does he care about having the appeal of being a hot parent? Not really, but it does become irritating when people get too handsy. After all, he is reserved only for his wife and daughter and for you two he does care.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya alberich x reader #dilf kaeya #genshin impact fluff

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Weak Immune System (Karasuno Volleyball Club/*MALE* reader) Part III

'Jesus, when did the weather get this pissed off?' You mused. Beyond the safety of the gym the rain was pelting down in sheets that pounded against the windows, the claps of thunder that followed lightning flashes made the glass shake. 'I thought the storm wasn't supposed to start 'till midnight.'

'Looks like mother nature changed her mind,' Suga mused 'I'm worried, Hinata can't possibly peddle home in the rain and at night.'

You looked down at your upperclassman, he was huddled in his uniform jacket, arms wrapped around himself, trying to keep himself from showing how cold he was. Your bigger build granted you more protection from the cold. You shrugged off your extra jacket and threw it around Suga, leaving yourself with the long waterproof windbreaker you'd be needed to get home. 'Worry about yourself a little there, Sugamama.'

The setter's face flushed as he took in the garment that you tucked firmly over his shoulders, it was at least two sizes too big for him. 'Hey! I'm not a girl!'

With a curious frown, you tilted your head at him 'is that supposed to be a reason for me to let you freeze to death, dumbass?'

'You've been spending too much time with Kageyama.' Suga pouted at you but didn't object any further.

You smiled wistfully and glanced around. The rest of the team was scattered around the gym, sat against walls, or standing in groups. The first year that Suga was worried about didn't look phased with the prospect of cycling home in a hurricane, but you knew that in this weather, cars were going to have trouble seeing him on those unlit mountain roads, on top of that, Hinata was wearing black. There was no way you were letting him go home in this, and it didn't look likely to let up any time soon.

Daichi walked over to join the two of you beside the window, if he noticed Sugawara huddling into your jacket, he didn't say anything, merely followed your eyes to the ginger, sat against the wall, talking to Noya. 'What does the forecast say?'

'Nothing nice,' you replied grimly 'my place is closest, might ask 'im if he wants to stay over. No one's gonna see him in this weather, it's an accident waiting to happen.'

'Sorry, Suga did you grow up?'

'Ha.Ha. Very funny cap.' you rolled your eyes, grateful to be dragged out of your fretting. You don't know how Suga does it, the anxiety would kill you.

'I'm making a run for it guys!' Tanaka announced 'Saeko's gonna freak if I'm late for movie night!'

'Don't die!' you teased 'I'll steal the girlfriend you don't have!'

Tanaka flipped you the bird 'screw you, dude!'

'You wish!' the pair of you chuckled before he turned away and took off into the deluge, soon followed by Nishinoya who was probably going to crash at Tanaka's place now that you thought about it.

'I guess we outta make a run for it too.' Asahi concluded.

As everyone else braced for the downpour, Suga nudged you toward Hinata. The boy's expression had shifted to something resembling apprehension, and you knew he was trying to hide the fact that he was nervous about going home. You sighed and tapped the boy on the shoulder 'Hinata, cycling home's gonna be a little on the risky side in this weather, you can come to stay at mine if you want.'

Hinata squawked in surprise, stepping back as his face flushed 'I-I'm not scared!'

You chuckled 'I believe you, so? I'd feel a little better knowing you're not trying to climb a mountain in the dark.'

'If your parents don't mind...'

'Pfft, don't worry about my parents. Dad would be more upset I didn't offer. So, race ya?' you gave your junior a roguish grin, shrugging on your waterproof over your bag to keep your books dry.

'You're on!'

'Don't stay up too late, Sleeping Beauty!' Suga teased on your way out, looking relieved.

'Dude, it's me, be lucky if I'm awake past ten!' you huffed, holding the door open for Hinata 'see ya tomorrow!'

Side by side, you and Hinata pelted through the rain. Your shoes were soaked in seconds, puddles splashing up your legs and soaking your trousers while the wind and water beat down against the thin layer separating your skin from the weather. Hinata was fast beside you, almost too fast, you were worried you'd lose him if he took off ahead without knowing the way. You wouldn't put it past him, nor were you in the mood to explain to the club parents that you'd lost their baby crow, so you reached out and snagged Hinata's sopping wet sleeve, tugging lightly as you weaved off the main road and pelted up a flooded side-street, water rushing down, washing over your sneakers.

Hinata's sleeve slipped through your fingers when he slipped in the riverbed that was once a road, and you managed to catch his hand just in time, your momentum hauling him upright after you, he was so light and you were still warm from practice, long legs eating ground even up the steep hill.

You didn't dare let go of him again, weaving past the occasional pothole that you knew all too well and through the back gate of your house. Your family home had a granny annex attached to the side of the main house, you'd moved into it when your older brother had moved out this year. Up a short flight of stairs, you shoved the screen door open and practically hurled Hinata inside the entrance hall ahead of you, gasping for breath and feeling both hot and cold at the same time.

With the door shut behind you, you looked at Hinata and laughed, the shorter boy soon joining you as he collapsed onto the tiles of the mud-closet, as you called it.

'Thanks for catching me back there!' the ginger scratched the back of his neck sheepishly 'I thought for sure I was gonna knock my two front teeth out!'

You chuckled, shrugging off your soaked overcoat, thankfully at least some of parts of you were dry, the same could not be said for any part of your bellow the knee 'no worries, give me two seconds and I'll get you a change of clothes, you look like a drowned rat.'

It was true, Hinata's usually voluminous tufts of orange laid flat against his forehead, some still dripping water onto the tiles. He'd be freezing his ass off soon if he didn't get a warm shower, with how small he was.

You found some of your old clothes, even if you had been fourteen the last time any of these fit you, they would still be a little big on Hinata, but it was the best you'd find without raiding your younger brother's closet, and you doubted Shouyou would appreciate you telling him that he fit your ten-year-old brother's clothes. You offered Hinata some dry slippers and ushered him into your little one-bedroom annex.

He looked around at the open layout, you had a kitchenette to the right of the door, a small living area in the center, and your bedroom was on the left, the bathroom was ensuite.

'Wow, you have all this to yourself? Don't you get lonely?'

You shrugged 'family tradition, the oldest son always moves in here before moving away for good.'

'How many oldest sons are there?' Hinata regretted phrasing it that way, but as usual, you merely chuckled off his awkwardness.

'There are four of us brothers altogether,' you explained, holding out a towel wrapped around a change of clothes 'now go shower, your dripping on my floor.'

'Sorry!' The redhead followed your directions to the bathroom, and you soon heard the sound of running water, so you took to your fridge to find something to feed you both. You hadn't been counting on having guests, and you knew for a fact that Hinata could eat like a horse after practice, so you made your way to the storage closet in the corner of your little space. It was like a secret passage, through a hazardous trap door that lead directly into your younger brother's room. He was busy playing video games with his headphones in, so you snuck past without bothering him and raided your mother's fridge while she was still in her office. It was nothing new, she always had the thing stocked to bursting anyway.

You returned unseen from your mission and managed to haul the load back through the trap door without dropping it all. With the shower still running, you got busy making dinner. In your family, everyone but your mother better be a good cook, the poor woman had no taste so anything she made was good only by accident and coincidence. Your father had drilled the art of not letting shit burn into all of your brothers at a young age, so much so that his first son now worked at a Michelin star restaurant somewhere in London.

Hinata emerged from your room, and before you could say a word, you burst out laughing, because the tiny middle blocker was drooling, following his nose and dragging his feet toward the pull-out table where you'd set a huge dish of egg fried rice. You'd found a fuckton of cooked rice downstairs.

Wordlessly, you served him a massive helping and handed him a pair of chopsticks 'enjoy, I'mma go change.'

Hinata gaped at you in awe 'you're an angel!'

'It's just egg-fried-rice dude, easy as fuck.' You shrugged, heading to your room, smiling as you heard Hinata tucking into the food you'd made. You ran the risk of him eating all of it before you got back, but you could live with that "happy hampster" look he got.

After changing, you and Hinata sat on your sofa so you could eat, you tried not to chuckle at how baggy your old clothes looked on him as you flicked through your phone.

'Hey, (Y/N)-senpai?'

'Yeah?' you looked up to find the boy staring at you with those wide, hazel eyes, like you were something complex to be solved, like a math problem or something 'why are you looking at me like that, man?'

'How come you act like you're not a good player?' Hinata ignored your question, still staring at you like he could burn the answers out of your soul 'you're probably just as good as Kageyama, so why won't you let coach put you in?'

'Pfft, me? As good as Kageyama?! Yeah right.'

Hinata pouted and stood up, marching into your room, only to return with one of the frames you kept on your dresser. He sat beside you and shoved the picture into your lap 'I wasn't sure who it was at first, your hair's so different but, is that you, at the All-Japan Junior training camp?'

You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. The whole point of dying your hair is completely different from your natural colour was to avoid people recognizing you in featured pictures like this, how had the shortcake figured it out?

'Yes, yes that's me and my older brother.' you relented 'I was in my third year in middle school, none of the guys know about this so don't you dare tell 'em.'

'Why not?!' Hinata wailed 'we're going up against Shiratorizawa! It's going to be five whole sets! If you'd at least sub in to give Daichi or Asahi a break-!'

'I can't do that,' your voice was low, quiet, in massive contrast to Hinata's passionate outcry 'my brother made that mistake, he's playing on borrowed time to this day, his career could end with one fall.'

'What do you mean?' the boy blinked owlishly at you, leaning on the arm of the sofa.

'I told you, there's four of us. Our dad played all sorts of sports with us when we were kids. Fumihiro's my oldest brother, he might have become a chef but he was a regional tennis champion in mixed doubles. Masashi...we're only two years apart, and we both fell in love with volleyball. He always wanted to be on the court, we both did, but Masa...he wanted the entire team to rely on him, to believe in him no matter what position he played. One day he...he burned out, collapsed mid-set. Watching him getting taken away in an ambulance shook his teammates so much that they gave the game away. I know he's blamed himself for it ever since, but will he stop playing? Hell no.'

You crossed your arms and shrunk in on yourself, brows drew together in a scowl, glaring at the picture in your lap 'if people rely on me, I'll inevitably let them down, or burn myself out trying not to. I...I don't want to live as Masa does, wondering if and when his shoulder's gonna give out and force him to give up something he loves.'

'That's...Senpai you're an idiot!' Hinata wailed, making you jump and knock the frame off of your lap, but your eyes were fixed on the determination in your junior's eyes. 'You told me so many times, there are six people on the court, SIX! That means that there are five other people to fall back on if one falls short! You're just so scared of failing you won't even try and that...that pisses me off! You're tall, you're good at the game and everyone can see it!'

There were tears in his eyes now, his cheeks were flushed crimson, and you froze as the weight of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. Here he was trying to compensate for not having something that he couldn't control, while you wallowed and fought your own desire to get on the court and fight with your friends.

It was almost ironic. 'If I could make you tall and me short, I would.' you murmured, Hinata opened his mouth to argue, but you held up a hand 'I know, that's not what you meant. Look, I can't promise anything, but...next time Coach tells me to get in there, I won't argue with him, okay?'

Hinata lit up with a smile, the tears forgotten and replaced with the sun in your own living room 'just try! That's all I ask Senpai!'

'Quit tryna butter me up, Tangerine, I ain't Noya.' You reached to ruffle his damp hair, smiling despite yourself. The frame lay forgotten on the coffee table while you and Hinata went about setting up the sofa-bed, arguing about who would take it or the bed while a movie played in the background. It didn't end up mattering, since at exactly ten o'clock you knocked out with a half-eaten back of chips in your lap, and Hinata soon followed suit after binging at least two more episodes of the series you insisted he starts watching.

Pt.1 Pt.2

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x male reader #karasuno headcanons #karasuno x male reader

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tbmunson · 2 years

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In the Rain - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You convince Eddie to dance in the rain with you. He gets other ideas.

Warnings: Fluff. Smut. ABSOLUTELY 18 + ONLY. Praise kink. Corruption kink, kind of. Dacryphilia. Thigh riding. Simi public sex. Smoking weed. p in v sex. unprotected sex. oral (m receiving). let me know if I missed anything.

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"It's really coming down out there, huh?" Eddie asked, peeking through his curtains as rain pounded the roof of the trailer.

You nodded, lazily pulling the freshly lit joint from your lips. "Yeah, this is my favorite weather though." You answered, offering the substance to him as he walked back to the bed.

"Why? You can't do anything." He replied, taking a hit.

"Oh, contraire, mister Munson. Could I interest you in dancing in the rain?" You quirked a brow at him as you sat up a bit.

Eddie laughed, shaking his head at you. "And exactly how high are you, right now?"

You rolled your eyes and stood up. "I've taken two hits, dude. Come on." You said, offering him a hand.

Eddie put the joint out and grabbed your hand. "You're a freak and if I get a cold you're takin care of me." He said firmly as you began leading him out of the house.

"As opposed to any other time you get a cold and I take care of your whiny ass?" Your hand rested on the door know as you smirked at him.

Eddie rolled his eyes, allowing you to pull him out of the dry trailer and into the downpour.

You laughed and ran towards the empty space in the back of the trailer park by the woods.

"What do we dance to?" Eddie asked loudly over the rain.

You shrugged and started humming the intro guitar to your favorite sing, I Was Made For Lovin' You, by KISS.

"Duh duh, duh duh duh. Duh duh, duh duh duh."

"MMM yeah!" Eddie chimed in, a smile breaking across his face.

"Do do do do do do do do do." You both sang in higher voices than necessary.

"Tonight, I wanna give it all to you." You began, dramatically stepping to the side.

Eddie took the next line. "In the darkness, there's so much I want to do."

You looked into his eyes, which had his wet curly bangs covering most of them. "And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet."

"Cause girl I was made for you."

"And boy you were made for me."

You both began jumping around, screaming the chorus as loud as you could, hand in hand.

"I was made for loving you, baby! You were made for loving me! And I can't get enough of you, baby! Can you get enough of me?"

"Tonight, I want to see it in your eyes." Eddie smirked, pulling you close to him. "Feel the magic, there's something that drives me wild."

"And tonight, we're gonna make it all come true." You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping as close as you could. "Cause boy, I was made for you."

"And girl you were made for me." He leaned down, capturing your lips with his as he spun you around gently, humming the chorus against your lips as he did so.

You pulled back and looked him deep in his beautiful brown eyes. "I can never get enough of you, baby."

He rested his forehead on yours, smiling wide before saying. "Good, 'cause I was made for loving you, baby."

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you at the cheesiness of it all as you stepped back. "Why don't you get to lovin me then?"

Eddie looked down at you, taking in your soaking wet figure for the first time. He noticed your nipples poking through the thin tank top which may as well have been transparent, leaving next to nothing to his imagination. His eyes raked down your body to the pajama shorts that clung to your hips and thighs in a way that had him almost jealous.

"What are you waiting for?" You asked, attempting to tug him back to the trailer.

He had a different idea though. He had always wanted to fuck you outside. The opportunity had never presented itself like this before. "Could I interest you in fucking in the rain?" He asked, pulling you back towards him, wrapping his arms loosely around your back.

Your jaw dropped and you shook your head. "How high are you, right now?" You countered, using his words as he had with yours.

"No, come on. We'll go to the spot. No one's out in this rain. We'll be fine." His hand dropped, grabbing your ass cheek before smacking it. "I tried yours, you can try mine."

You smirked at him and nodded, letting him lead you into the woods.

The spot was where you would come to smoke when it was nice outside, a small clearing in the middle of the woods.

Eddie sat in one of the folding chairs he'd stolen a while back and pulled you into his lap. He spread his legs that were covered with sopping wet pajama pants, which in turn opened your thighs ridiculously wide. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He asked, pushing your dripping hair behind your ear.

You blushed as thunder rumbled in the distance.

Eddie loved how shy you got when it came to actually getting down to business, which is why he'd never suggested fucking outside before now. He was sure you'd be so opposed, scared of getting caught. "I'm serious." He added, his hand slowly dropping down to cup your boob.

"You think so?" You asked, almost inaudible through the rain.

He nodded, brushing his thumb over your nipple. "Yeah, and I think you should wear white in the rain more often." He chuckled, tracing the outside of your areola which was on full display though the cotton.

You shivered, rutting your hips against Eddie's as he teased you. "Eddie." You whined, feeling your panties dampen from more than the rain.

"For someone so reserved, you sure are a needy little thing, aren't you?" He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your chest before dropping his head a bit more. He ran his tongue over the skin above the neckline of your tank top, drawing a moan from you as you continued humping his lap.

"So desperate, for what?" He asked, looking up to make eye contact with you before pulling the neckline down and tucking it under your boobs. "For this?" He asked before taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and lapping his tongue over it. He rolled the other one in between his fingers, basking in the beautiful sounds leaving your body.

You ground harder onto his growing cock, which was separated by far too many layers of clothing. The frustration threatened to spill from your eyes as you whined and whimpered.

"Patience is a virtue, my love." He tisked, resting his hands on you hips. "One you don't seem to have." He added, smirking deviously. "Get those shorts off, huh?" He traced the hem of them before helping you off of his lap. "Just the shorts." He clarified before watching you step out of them. He took them from you and placed them on the chair next to him.

"Since you think you can get yourself off by humping me, go ahead and try." He nodded to his leg, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Eddie." You pouted, knowing it was pointless. Once he got something in his head that was it. His mind was made up.

"That's my name, sweetheart. Save it though. You'll be screaming it later." His hand met your lace covered ass cheek harsher than before as you settled down on his thigh.

You gasped and moaned as the pain was intensified by the lack of cotton and the water still falling steadily from the sky. "Hold me, please?" You asked sweetly as you gripped his shoulders.

"Only 'cause you asked so sweet." His hands gripped your hips gently as you began to rock yourself on his thigh. He watched you with a mix of lust and adoration etched into his face for a little while. "That's it sweet girl, get what you want." He cooed, pushing you down harder so you could get more friction.

You groaned, digging your nails into his shoulder through his t shirt. "Fuck, Eddie." Your eyebrows knitted together as you looked into his eyes, showing him just how close you were.

His hand drifted from your hip to this bulge. "Come on princess. Cum for me." He said, dipping his hand into the opening and rubbing himself.

You moaned loudly, taking in his look of pleasure. "Ed- Eddie." Your breath was ragged now, the coil down deep in your belly was tightening, threatening to snap. You leaned close to him, unable to hold yourself up straight any longer. You could feel yourself so close to the edge just about to tip.

Eddie moaned into your ear as your head rested on his shoulder. That mixed with the friction sent you over the edge.

"Eddie! Oh fuck. Shit." You cursed, trying to ride out your high.

Eddie's hand found its way to your hip again and he rocked you, keeping the friction going as you clenched your thighs around his, whimpering at the sensitivity. "That's my good girl. I knew you could do it baby."

You responded only by leaning in to kiss the side of his neck as you recuperated from the high.

Eddie moaned lightly as you nipped and sucked at his skin. His hand dipped back into the pajama pants, however, rather than pleasing himself, he pulled his cock out of the opening. "You ready, princess?" He asked, as his hand tracked up your back, pulling your head back from his neck by your hair.

You moaned and nodded. "Yes, Eddie. Please." You dropped your hand from his shoulder to his cock, giving it a couple of pumps. "It's all I wanted all day." You added, standing before hooking your leg over his to straddle his lap once more.

"All you had to do was ask, sweetheart." He stated, pushing your panties to the side. He ran his middle finger up and down your fold, collecting your slick before roughly pushing it into your hole a few times.

You yelped out a moan and looked at his smirking face as he pulled his finger out of you.

He lifted it up to his lips and sucked on it. "You always taste so good." He said, leaning back in the chair.

You leaned in, kissing him roughly. You could taste yourself on his tongue. You pulled back after a moment, giving him the same smirk he'd given you. "Yeah. I guess I do."

"Oh, fuck. That was hot" He was left breathless at yout action.

You giggled, pumping his cock a few more times. "Can I fuck you now?" You asked, dragging his tip up and down your folds.

"Fuck, yes. Please."

You let out a long whine as you sank down onto him, adjusting to his size.

"You feel so good, princess. Taking me so well." He said gently, brushing his fingers down the side of your face.

"So big, Eddie." You whimpered, adjusting to his size. "Always so big."

He pulled your face to his, kissing you gently. "You're doing to well princess." He encouraged, running his thumb over your bottom lip as he looked into your fucked out face with his half lidded eyes.

You nodded at him and began to move your hips. "Fill me up so good, Eddie. Fuck." You mewled, steadying yourself with your hands on his chest,

He watched your boobs bounce slowly in front of him as you moved, gently picking up your pace.

You moaned out, fisting his shirt as you felt him matching pace with you. You could no longer form words.

"Look at you, so fucking cock drunk. Can't even speak." He grunted, rutting up into you. He put a hand between your bodies, pressing his thumb to your clit.

You moaned so loud, the trailers closest to the woods probably heard you over the storm. Tears formed in your eyes, only egging Eddie on.

"Oh, you're crying over my cock?" He asked mockingly as you nodded. "Good." He watched the tears fall, melting into the water streams from the rain. "You're so pretty when you cry." He cooed as you clenched around him.

You felt the coil tightening again at a faster pace this time. "Cum. I'm gonna cum." You breathed, your entire body tensing around him as he fucked harder into you.

"Come on, crybaby. Cum on my cock." He grunted, feeling himself draw closer.

You did as instructed, an ear shattering mewl escaped you as you went rigid, your walls clamping against Eddie.

He twitched inside of you, smothering your walls with his thick hot cum. He gave you a few more thrusts, fucking his seed deeper into you. "That's right baby, take it all in." He cooed sweetly, rubbing your back and you fell limp against him.

Something about the possibility of getting caught had you reeling harder than usual. "We should do that out here more often." You murmured against him.

Eddie's eyebrows raised as he looked at you. "Have I corrupted your innocence?" He asked, pinching lightly at your sides.

You giggled and sat up. "Eddie, you've been corrupting me since preschool."

He nodded and pulled you into a kiss. "Yeah, I know. I don't think there's much more corrupting left to do." He sighed, dropping his hands to your hips.

"I think you could do more damage." You smirked, tracing the vein in his neck with your finger.

"Yeah? What makes you think that?" He quipped as he looked down at you.

You pushed yourself off of him with a small smile.

His brows furrowed as he watched you. "What are you doing?"

"Showing you how sweet I still am." You blinked innocently at him as you slowly stood, pulling him out of you. You dropped to your knees in front of him. "I'm gonna clean you up, baby. We made a big mess all over your cock." You pouted before wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking lightly.

"Holy fuck." He gripped the edge of the plastic chair.

You pulled away from him with a lewd pop! before dipping back down and licking from his base to his tip. "So messy, Eddie." You hummed before taking him into your mouth again and pushing him as deep as you could. You gagged a bit, pumping what was left with your hand before pulling him out again. "Almost cleaned up."

"Jesus H. Christ." He moaned as your soft, warm tongue made contact with his balls. "You're too fucking good to me princess. So fucking sweet." He praised, reaching a hand down to hold your hair back as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth.

"Mhm." You moaned, making sure to clean all of your combined juices off of that one before going to the next, all the while pumping your hand around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum sweetheart." He bucked his hips up into your fist.

"Then cum." You went back to sucking on his balls, enjoying the feeling of them tensing in your mouth as he came closer and closer.

"Fuck." Eddie moaned out as you released his balls and took his cock into your mouth again. He couldn't last another second. He released his second load into your mouth as he gripped your hair, pulling you down onto him.

You pulled off of him and looked him in eye before making a small 'o' shape with your lips and letting his cum drip out onto your chin and down to your still uncovered tits.

Eddie watched in awe as you stuck your tongue out, showing the tick coating of his seed before taking it back in and swallowing what was left.

"Oops." You smirked, standing and looking down at yourself, top half covered in cum, bottom half covered in mud.

"You will be the death of me, you know that?" Eddie asked, putting his cock back into his pants.

You giggled and shrugged. "You think so?" You asked a bit less inccently than before.

"Oh, I fucking know so." He growled, reaching and pulling your tank top over your boobs again. "Let's go get a shower." He grabbed your shorts, but didn't give them back to you. He pulled you back towards the house, marching you across the trailer park in your lace panties and see through shirt, you laughing the whole time.

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bobateastay · 2 years

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bloody tissues - park seonghwa

park seonghwa x gender neutral!reader

cw - nose bleeds, blood, friends to lovers, fluff

word count: 1.4k

a/n: second half of the matz req for anon!! i'm not sure that this one is very good but i hope it's enjoyable anyway <3

“Come on, let me see.”

“No.”

“Seonghwa,” you whined. “Please, I didn’t mean to knee you in the face I swear.”

“I don’t want to!” he protested, hands held firmly over the bottom half of his face so that his words were muffled against his palms. His eyes met yours, embarrassment written all over what you could see of his face. You sighed softly where you were sitting in front of him on the living room floor, hands landing on his thighs so you could push his legs apart. When a noise of surprise made its way out of Seonghwa’s throat, you sighed, although the sound was nothing other than fond.

“Just trying to get closer so I can see if you’re okay,” you explained. He seemed to consider this for a moment before shifting his legs further apart, allowing you to come closer. A light blush spread across the tops of his cheeks and up to his ears once you moved closer, one of your legs settling over his. “Now please move your hands.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened as though he’d forgotten that to let you see he’d actually have to uncover his face. He shook his head and pressed his hands against his face even firmer than he’d been doing before. You whined louder than before.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked, in response to which he shook his head again. You pouted, reaching forward to trace a fingertip along his knuckles. You and Seonghwa had never had too many problems hanging out on the sofa together, even when you’d occasionally had a scrap over a phone charger or a bar of chocolate. Before today, however, you’d never managed to fall off the sofa while engaging in said lighthearted fights, and you’d definitely never managed to knee him right in the face just how he’d never managed to elbow you right in the chest. First time for everything you supposed.

“Does your, uh-”

His voice trailed off until he paused, eyes flitting back and forth between your face and the spot he’d elbowed.

“Does your chest hurt?” he asked through his hands. You raised a hand to press against the spot he’d elbowed and shrugged.

“Not really,” you replied. He seemed placated by this information, although his hands didn’t move an inch. “Are you going to keep your hands there until I leave?”

“Probably,” Seonghwa replied, entirely too sure of himself. You groaned, bouncing slightly in your spot. It was slightly reminiscent of a child throwing a tantrum but it had no effect on Seonghwa other than a giggle he let out through his hands. You huffed and sat still in your spot between his legs, wondering if he really was going to sit there with his hands over his face for the rest of the afternoon. Just when Seonghwa seemed relieved that you weren’t asking him to move his hands anymore, your eyes lit up with an idea.

“If you let me see, I’ll buy you ice cream for the next month,” you offered, hoping that it wouldn’t end up being too expensive. Seonghwa seemed interested, considering this offer for a few moments before nodding.

“Don’t freak out,” he warned. You tensed. Well that didn’t sound very promising. You gave him a curt nod all the same and watched as he removed his hands to reveal-

“I made your nose bleed?” you yelled, horrified at the sight of red liquid staining Seonghwa’s palm and top lip. The man in front of you snuffled and looked down at his wet hand, grimacing at the sight. “Seonghwa you should’ve told me! Did I break it? Shit, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he mumbled. He held his hands out away from him as though he could somehow escape his own blood when it was still oozing from his nose, the sight enough to make you grimace. “Oh this is way grosser than I thought it would be.”

“Oh my God,” you mumbled, unsure of how amused you were allowed to be right now. “I’m gonna go get some tissues.”

Seonghwa only gave a hum of assent, sitting impatiently with his hand held out away from him while you rushed off to the bathroom, returning to the living room with a roll of toilet paper and a pack of wet wipes in hand. You plopped down in front of Seonghwa again, smiling when he immediately held out his hands for you to clean. You wiped off his palm gently, making sure to get rid of the flakes of blood that had already dried on his skin. As soon as you were done with his palm Seonghwa pushed his head forward, tilting it so that you’d be able to reach his lip and nose easier.

“Slow down,” you said with a snort, gently taking hold of his jaw while you cleaned up his top lip and nose. There didn’t seem to be much more blood coming out of his nose but you rolled up a couple of squares of toilet paper into a little roll anyway, pressing it carefully into the nostril that was still bleeding while you dabbed at the wet blood around the other one. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” he replied, scrunching up his features as he got used to the feeling of the toilet paper in his nose. He shuffled around in his spot, leaning back against the sofa with a smile on his lips. You weren’t sure that could mean anything good. “Do I get some kind of compensation now?”

“I already told you I’m sorry and that I’d get you ice cream,” you told him, huffing softly. Seonghwa shook his head, shutting his eyes and looking away from you. A groan escaped your lips and you moved in closer to Seonghwa, hugging him tightly in the hopes that that was what he wanted. His arms wrapped around you and hugged you back, allowing you to relax against him now that he’d gotten the compensation he wanted.

“Anything else?” he asked, letting his arms rest at your sides until you pulled back to look at him, barely able to disguise a glare. Your expression made him falter before he laughed at it, poking your sides in amusement.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you said, poking his sides back with a little more force than necessary. He yelled as you did so, grabbing your hands and lacing his fingers with yours. You smiled at the gesture and let your hands fall down to rest in his lap. “What do you want then? Money? A car? True love?”

“You’re not a genie,” he told you, as though this was very serious information that you’d had no way of knowing up until now. You nodded as though this was exactly the case. Seonghwa smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened.

“Oh,” you replied. You tried not to think about what an awkward reaction that was, and tried not to focus on the nervous expression that had taken over Seonghwa’s features. It wasn’t as though the two of you hadn’t kissed before, but it was usually for the sake of dares or drinking games, not to atone for kneeing him in the face. Seonghwa’s brows furrowed the way they usually did when he laughed, and he gave your hands a squeeze.

“You can say no, it doesn’t have to be weird,” he murmured, ever the gentleman. A small bead of blood began to pool in the nostril that you hadn’t plugged up with toilet paper, and you couldn’t help the wave of worry that washed over you.

“Wait,” you interrupted the half-awkward, half-sweet moment, grabbing the roll of toilet paper and tearing off a few squares to clean his nose again. You considered his question as you did so, debating whether the fluttering of your heart in your chest was more or less important than the concern of what such a nonchalant kiss meant for your friendship. By the time you were done cleaning his nose, you were nowhere closer to a conclusion, only managing to giggle at the sight of his blushing face and the toilet paper in his nose.

“Why are you laughing at me?” he groaned even though he was unable to hide the grin on his own lips. Your heart gave another flutter, and you quickly decided that you could probably worry about your friendship later when you were buying him the ice cream you now owed him.

“You can kiss me,” you said, watching as Seonghwa’s stifled grin grew into a grin bright enough to rival the sun.

The kiss was terrible, what with the toilet paper in Seonghwa’s nose and the smiles on both your lips and the sudden appearance of more blood rolling down Seonghwa’s top lip before you could pull away, but at the very least it’d be memorable.

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talk-it-out-outsiders-smp · 2 years

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Alright here again but this time I take my happy Au and offer you sadness. Please enjoy sad head cannons from this Au

-Through Reddons does call all of the Outsiders friends he has trouble feeling connected to the demons or humans since he covers his face the entire time and no one knows what he is and he never feels like theirs a good time to share

-Mohwee gets panicked if he loses sight of people who come into the maze with him, he logically knows they won’t leave him behind but he can’t help but be jumpy

-When Krow does find out that It’s not actually a Dragonborn and It’s just a normal Demon It feels terrible about it. It hates how terrible the news makes It feel even more though because It hates who It was before, It doesn’t want to be that person again, but It’s still so devastated to learn that It’s not special at all and It falls in a viscous cycle of self loathing over it

-Beks never gets to properly preform for an audience that isn’t the Outsiders and though she refuses to fixate on it, it leaves a whole in her heart. It’s a dream she will never be able to achieve.

-Acho refuses to go swimming for a long time after his drowning incident

-Magic becomes so fixated on ending all of the Maze business and the orphanage that the others have to hold an intervention to finally get her to stop running herself into the ground

-Guts doesn’t want to be alone again after leaving the maze but doubts that anyone would want to stick with them when they all seem to have much better friends

-When Owen and Apo meet up in the maze they both reveal to the other they got their memories back but try to hide it from the rest of clearing because they don’t want to ruin things just as they’re calming down so for weeks after coming back to the clearing they isolate from the others

-During that time Owen seriously consider just disappearing into the Maze because he’s scared that he might still hurt someone through the prejudice that he’s only now starting to unlearn

-The fact that they hide this made things even worse when Rasbi finally gets her own memories back.

-Ayngel’s siblings don’t recognize her at first when she finally gets home

-After leaving the maze but before splitting off into groups the stress of everything catches up to Graecie finally and she just breaks down in sadness and anger and now that no one’s life rest on her keeping her cool she just can’t process everything and for several days she is inconsolable

-Ori blames himself for what happened to Clearing 2 because he technically pulled the levers first

-Magic and Owen have a big blow up fight because Magic feels like Owen is protecting her too much and refusing to let her stand up for herself and during this argument Owen brings up Squidney almost dying last time he trusted Magic to handle herself and she just froze up and he and Mohwee had to step in to save both of their lives.

-When Bekyamon loses loses her leg to trap in the maze she’s bleeding out she can’t stop thinking about how she never got a really chance to apologize so she writes a note out to everyone to let them know she’s sorry in case she dies and they find her body

-After getting injured while hunting the Griever when Squidney wakes up in Soup’s house she firmly believes she’s dead and for years and years after she still has days where she wakes up and thinks nothing is real and it’s just the afterlife.

-Oeca once tried to take his own eye out in hopes that it would make his other half go away.

-Before Krow and Kyle work out their issues fully Kyle gets lost in the dark maze and while dehydrated and hungry he hallucinates versions of Krow that mock and belittle him about dying alone with no one knowing what even happened to him. When he finally does make it back he can’t look Krow in the eyes for weeks after. Even after sometimes Krow’s jokes and jabs at him feel too personal and make him flinch.

- After setting up his home with Owen Apo will sometimes freak out while away from the house and come rushing back expecting everything to be burning down and destroyed.

-After a fight with Mohwee about him luring the creature away in the dark Maze Spidey in a rage breaks the very first Sussy she ever gave him

-Ayngel was once telling Oeca off for being reckless and accidentally called him by one of her siblings names

-Eventually it comes out to Rasbi’s family that she’s still in contact with Owen. The ensuing fight ends with Rasbi leaving her home for good, only visiting occasionally and always leaving randomly to make sure no one follows her. She realizes that she’s not the same Rasbi she had been before and she can’t truly be herself living there anymore, so she moves in with the rest of the Fruit Trio.

-Soup doesn’t know how to take care of herself at all, but refuses to burden others with her stress and exhaustion so a lot of the sleep she gets is her passing out from exhaustion alone while working on potions

-After getting his memories back Owen has no intention of surviving the Maze and fully plans to die protecting and helping the others escape, he considers it recompense for his crimes. He served his country to the bitter end and the outsiders deserve more of his loyalty than that city ever did. So when he does survive and suddenly has to deal with living life, with no duty, or higher purpose to ascribe to he feels more lost then he ever has.

-Every last one of the Outsiders has horrible nightmares about both inside and outside of the maze. It’s not unusual to find people up at all hours because they can’t sleep or had just woken up screaming.

-The paranoia over being dragged back to Maze and losing all their memories again never leaves any of them. It fades to almost nothing but they still fear it happening, no matter how unlikely it is, till the day they die.

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then after a few hours you wake up from a bad dream and you're just really freaked out, you're also not completely sure where you are since you've never been in his bedroom before, so you're getting up and stumbling around to try and find the doorknob. when you get it open you're calling out for harry, and it's dark but you can see a faint shape on the couch, so you tiptoe closer and say his name again. that wakes him up, and he's rubbing his eyes saying "what's the matter babe?" and his words are a little slurred together bc he just woke up, you're nervous to bother him but you say "why are you out here?" and he says "you fell asleep, i wanted you to be comfortable so i put you in my bed" and you're quiet for a second before you say "i don't want to be alone" and he hears how your voice is shaking just a little bit, he's immediately rushing over to you and saying "it's okay, I'm right here, you're not alone at all" and you nod, sinking into his arms as he kisses the top of your head 😔 you say "will you stay with me?" and he murmurs "of course, I'm not going anywhere" and he follows you back to his bedroom 😔 you're looking around shyly and when he finally asks what you need you say "could i maybe... it's just i don't have any other clothes and i just want to get this night off of me so could I maybe have one of your shirts?" and he's tripping over himself to find something for you 😔he offers you some sweatpants but you shake your head saying "just the shirt, please?" and inside he's like 😵‍💫 but he's trying so hard to keep his cool. you come out of his bathroom in his shirt and he's trying so hard not to think about the fact that you only have panties on underneath and nothing else, but he knows this is not the time for his "little" crush to be out of control like this so he's willing himself to stay calm. you climb into his bed and he joins you, and as you're both getting settled you phone starts buzzing. you look over and see that it's your ex, so you roll your eyes and decline the call, but he calls again right away. you huff and say "I'm just gonna turn it off" but then a text comes through saying "it's an emergency" so you look up at Harry, silently asking him what to do, and he shrugs and says "answer it if you want, I'll tell him to fuck off if he doesn't take no for an answer" so you do, and right away he's yelling at you asking where you are and you manage to speak up, firmly saying "do not tell at me... you have no right to speak to me that way" and harry is so proud of his brave girl 😔 but he's still yelling, saying "i bet you're with harry right now, aren't you? god you've always been such a whore, the second i leave you're crawling into his bed?" and harry is absolutely enraged that this man thinks he can talk to you like this, but you take a deep breath and say "you are a shitty excuse for a man... you're calling me a whore? who's the one who cheated in this relationship, because it sure as hell wasn't me... I'm so fucking done with you. we'll be by later today to pick up my stuff, and you better not be there when we do. I don't ever want to speak to you again" and you promptly hang up. harry is trying so hard not to tackle you in a hug bc he's just so proud of you, but it seems the feeling is mutual bc you hug him first 😔 your voice is soft again when you say "you will, right? you'll come with me to get my stuff?" and he's nodding, he says "of course i will, and you can stay here for as long as you need" and that night he falls asleep with his favorite girl in his arms, knowing your relationship has finally changed for the better 😔

WAAAAAAAAAAA PLEASEEEEEEE OH MY GOD THIS IS LIKE A WHOLE FIC PLEASEEEEJNBFHUJN FUCK!!!!!!! I LOVE IT 😔😔😔

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I noticed your post on "Tony." Interesting to consider since my preferred take is that Peter calls him "Mr. Stark" forever, lol.

But I thought your character development and insight for this scenario was fascinating. Do you usually prefer that change from "Mr. Stark" to "Tony" as a writer/reader? I'm curious now 🤩

This is a great question! So, Imma preface my answer but saying I love Irondad, and I appreciate all authors and their creative take on Irondad, and there's no wrong answer to how you go about writing your version of Irondad.

That being said...

I hate Peter calling Tony by his first name. 😅 As like, the standard. As in - he calls Tony by his first name all the time and nothing but that. I rarely read a fic where Peter's constantly addressing him as Tony. It just doesn't feel like Irondad to me. 🤷 And that's a personal take, so if you write that or like that, don't take offense. I'm just talking about me, myself, and I here.

Getting Peter to that point in the story was a huge moment because it addresses their relationship's growth, and how Peter IS *able* to call Tony by his first name. It's wrapping up a narrative thread I started way back in Chapter 9 of Identity Theft, as the Narrative Discourse post went on to talk about. But literally a few lines later he's right back to Mr. Stark 😆

Identity Crisis: Chapter 31 │In a Quiet Lagoon, Devils Dwell

“You going to freak out if I call you Tony?” he asked, a little more volume to his voice, with a tug at his lips adding a smile to the touch.

Tony arched an eyebrow, slightly, before warming up to the same smile.

“You get a one time pass,” Tony said, removing his hand from the gravestone to point a finger in the air. “Use it wisely.”

Though Peter hesitated, it didn’t stem from Tony’s false indignance. His smile grew wider at the edges, every pull of his muscles as sincere as the words that followed.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter said.

Tony smiled back, patting him firmly on the shoulder. “You’re welcome, Mr. Parker.”

The wind blew by, rustling at the trees from above and shaking the branches along the way, dropping leaves in a scattered pattern to the ground below. At the same time, Tony unclenched his grasp on Peter, going to use his shoulder as a foothold when standing up.

“Now come on,” Tony gestured for him to stand as well, happily taking Peter’s arm when the kid offered it for support. He bones were too stiff for sitting that long, let alone in a pretzeled position. “Szechuan Bean Curd wasn’t a suggestion — Pepper’s craving it, and I’ve gotta do my due diligence in keeping the woman happy.”

Peter let out a chuckle as they began their way back to the parked Audi, its bright orange impossible to miss even in the middle of the night.

“I dunno, Mr. Stark,” Peter started to say, wiping the mud off the back of his jeans as they walked side-by-side down the cemetery path. “She didn’t sound too happy about the whole wedding thing.”

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There'll be a few more times in the future where Peter addresses Tony by his first name, but the moments are reserved for shits-about-to-hit-the-fan or just somber moments in general. I don't have access to my outline at the moment but if I remember correctly, it's less than 3 times in total in the final installment where it happens. Otherwise, he sticks to Mr. Stark.

At this point in my universe, it's more of a nickname than anything else. It's no longer that Peter isn't comfortable calling Tony by his first name. They've officially grown past that, as the narrative thread explains, and how the narrative thread has been concluded. Addressing him as Tony was the big step into starting a new stage of their relationship, and I was very thrilled to reach that point. I ENJOYED writing that "Thanks, Tony," line. It made me smile ear-to-ear. It's a huge step in the character growth for Peter.

But the nickname Mr. Stark stays -- because to me, that's a big part of Irondad. Mr. Stark is like Underoo's/Spiderling/Pete/and most of all..."kid." It's the name that makes them who they are.

#irondad #peter parker #tony stark #fanfic discourse #fanfiction #peter parker & tony stark #irondad & spiderson

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Breaking Time: Final Part

Remember when I said “I could get this done before the end of the year”? Last year? Anyway. This is it, lads.

Chapter 26

So Klara’s father confronts her about her lying to him, but he does it in the least interesting way possible, because Sasha can’t write. You’d think an actual parent would be, I dunno, worried? Upset? But this guy is just so mild and understanding that it boggles the mind why this scene exists to begin with.

“I changed my mind about college. I thought I might get it back, or at least I was hoping to, but it just never happened. I wanted to tell you, but—” She paused. “It was Mom’s dream. I felt like I was crushing it by not wanting to go.”

Her dad’s brow furrowed in concern and in the next second, his arm wrapped tightly around Klara. “Her dream was for you to be happy, honey.”

Klara breathed out. Even though this wasn’t exactly her top concern right now, finally telling the truth felt like coming up for air. “And that’s not the only thing going on right now,” she added.

He was still nodding, still squeezing her with reassuring pressure. “Yeah, I kind of guessed that. Why couldn’t you tell me what was going on in your head? Did I do something? If I did—”

“No,” she said firmly, heart breaking that he could even think it was his fault. “I just—” She breathed, bracing herself. “Right now, I’m dealing with something else kind of...big.”

“You can always talk to me, kiddo. I know I’m an old fogey, but I have grown up before, you know.” He smiled down. “Or did you think I was born perfect?”

No, but with the way you’re acting right now, you’re clearly written to be perfect.

I’m in a fun position where I have one parent that sucks and one parent that’s good, so I can sort of compare and contrast. My mom is very understanding and tries her best, even if she fails a lot of the time. Point is, she trusts me and accepts most of my choices.

But do you think she’d be okay with finding 18-year-old me in a strange place with a strange man, after also figuring out I’ve preemptively dropped out of college? She’d freak the fuck out, justifiably. Ya know, because she cares about me? Not because she’s evil and or because she doesn’t understand or trust me?

I know what Sasha’s going for, that they’re so wholesome and understanding, but it’s just not realistic? If this has been his parenting style until this point, I’m surprised Klara gives a shit about him at all. She should be a spoiled brat with the way this man clearly sets no boundaries and offers zero discipline. The utter perfection of this relationship is saccharine and phony. I’m not asking for every parent-child relationship in media to be fucked up, but parents are people too? You could hint at some pain by just having the dad react differently, by letting him be upset at her sudden withdrawal. Now, with how unfazed he is, it both comes off as him not giving a fuck, and wastes the reader’s time because you’ve spent so many words forcing Klara to worry about hurting a parent who ends up being totally cool with everything.

They have some generic uwu wholesome child-parent banter that’s still deeply unfunny, they talk about Klara’s mother and he gives Klara her mother’s necklace for reasons, then the dad leaves the way he came, pleasant and understanding and not bothered by anything at all. Sasha, just make your protags orphans next time. Clearly you have no business writing parents if this is how you’re gonna waste their word count.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, Dad. I really I am,” [...] “I just—I need to do something, and I can’t tell you what. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” [...] Her father took a deep breath. “Everything within me is telling me to take you home with me but I know you. I trust you.”

Ain’t that fucking convenient.

Chapter 27

Time skip to the Samhain celebration. Because Callum reacting to seeing a parent and child have a heartfelt (well, supposedly) reunion would have no interesting effect on him, being an orphan and all. Gotta get to the good part!

Klara stopped. “Happy Samhain,” she said darkly, shifting the weight of the sword higher on her shoulder.

Callum looked at her, examining her face. Her lips glowed in the firelight, and in profile she looked like a Celtic warrior queen of Thomas’s tales. He tried to memorize every line of her lovely face—the strong line of her nose, the swoop of her jawline, the eyes which so often danced but now looked steady and serious.

Yeah I’m sure a lot of Celtic warrior queens looked like skinny upper middle class American YouTubers. This is so embarrassing. You’d have to pay me to write a self-insert this blatant and this girl did it for free and got (some) money for it? I’m being Jokerified.

Here’s an eyewatering exchange, and not because it’s emotional.

[...] “Do you really believe it could stop Llaw?”

Callum did not want to lie to her anymore, so he said nothing. The flames looked suddenly pale.

“Do you think anything can stop him?” she said.

“Ye can, Klara,” he said forcefully. It was the only thing he felt certain of. He put his palm over his chest and knelt to show fealty to her. “I swear it, with all my heart.”

“Oh my god, Callum.” Blushing, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him up to his feet. They stood chest to chest, just barely a hand’s length between them. “But—how do you know?”

“Because I believe ’tis your destiny,” he said softly. “My purpose is here, my heart is here.”

“I don’t want to be your purpose, Callum. At least not like this.” She looked up, into his eyes. “I don’t want to be the reason you get hurt, or worse.” Her eyes welled with water, glowed fervently like a candle burning low. “I want to be the reason you want to live.”

Wish I was Jared, 19. And what, do you think this is the end of the trite regurtitations of a talentless hack? Because it’s not! They dance in the light from the bonfire with all the other people there, there’s music and song and laughter and bla bla bla. Just imagine the totes emotional bonfire scene in any other piece of vaguely historical romantic media and you’ve got it. Except instead of maybe being good or fun, it’s heavily undercut by the two main characters declaring their love for each other after less than a week of knowing one another.

Instalove is a fundamentally flawed trope that takes a very skilled writer to make work.

...

I think I’ll leave it at that.

Now feast your eyes on this:

“Ye’re not going to die—”

YE’RE?! YE’RE?!

OH MY GOD.

Anyway, one moment they’re making out, the next ... a couple breaks them apart? Somehow? This also somehow knocks Callum on his ass? Bro aren’t you a bigstrong hunky Scot fighter? What’s happening?

I think I get what Sasha’s going for, that Callum loses Klara in the crowd, but they were literally making out. As in, occupying the same space. As in, holding each other tightly. You’d have to put conscious effort into breaking a couple apart like that. Granted, Sasha does try to make it work by saying a loud voice forces them to part first, but I call bull. Figure out a better way for Callum to get lost. Especially when he spots the bean-nighe right after this. Why couldn’t he just see her in the crowd and come up with an excuse to leave Klara? Whatever.

Callum runs after the bean-nighe. She’s all evil and mysterious and says some nonsense bullshit that’s supposed to mean something but won’t. Make up your own mysterious dialogue, whatever you come up with will probably fit in here because there’s no point to it anyway. Once Callum gets the strength of ten men, he runs off to find Klara, but she’s left without him. He runs off to the Ring of Brodgar, the final mystic center and sees Klara ... step ... into ... the mist? Idk.

It’s supposed to be dramatic and all, but I’m struggling with the sense of scale and distance in this thing.

Chapter 28

Klara hated this feeling.

It reminded her of visiting the pool with her family when she was young. She insisted on jumping off the tallest diving board with the big kids. With each step she took, the more frantic her heart beat, the rougher the board scraped the bottoms of her feet. At the top, the sun bore down on her from above. She wanted it to melt her on the spot.

All she had to do was get to the edge of the board and do it. Just do it.

“Can’t she just jump already?”

“Hurry up.”

“Loser.”

Oh great, is this where we find out Klara was bullied, too? This book is so fucking funny. Like a collection of a writer’s first mistakes. Klara was bullied but she has totally loving and understanding parents! She’s an awkward loner but had a boyfriend in high school and is gorgeous! She’s totally not rich but lives in a massive historic mansion and has never struggled financially in her life! Ok girl.

Klara enters the ring and takes out her Main Character Sword.

If she was going to win this fight, she would have to use her power, her wits. Her heart. There was no technical training for that. She closed her eyes, and focused on her heart—the string that had pulled her in the right direction every time before. Her gut, her intuition, her destiny, whatever it was, it would take her to what she needed to do.

The plot. Call it whatever in-universe thing you want, but functionally, that’s the plot. She may have the Main Character Sword, but she still can’t act for herself and has to wait for the writer to hold her hand.

She stabs the sword into the ground and a bunch of mist appears and is very mysterious. Not sure how it connects to the sword being stabbed into the ground, as the mist appears from the outside and in instead of pouring out of the earth, but ok. Missed an opportunity for a cool visual and some logic to Klara’s plot-demanded actions, there.

As this is going on, Klara’s narration keeps referencing Stephen King and horror movies. No, really.

The mist closed in on her and gathered around her feet. She took a step. The mist clung to her like a shadow, as if she were in a Stephen King novel.

Well, she didn’t like that. If you ended up in his books, you’d probably end up dead. Or worse, wishing you were.

[...]

There was a reason Klara hated horror movies. It was the suspense, the lead-up to a jump scare that always nearly killed her. She didn’t need to fear being murdered, because she would die of fright waiting for the killer to pop out from a closet or under the bed. Right now, she felt fear churning in the marrow of her bones.

It’s like Sasha knows that reading and enjoying other media will improve your writing, but took it to mean that you should just reference the material instead of learning from it.

Given the level of “analysis” in her book reviews, I’m not particularly surprised.

I know horror is hard to write, but maybe going “You know how scary those things are in other stories? Yeah, this is like that” is not the right way to go about it. Especially referencing movies in a book. C’mon. You’re a different medium.

Anyway, Klara finds her mom in the Otherworld.

Chapter 29

Callum is standing about when he hears a spooky howl in the distance.

Callum closed his eyes and let his senses focus. He had always been a decent tracker and patient hunter, perfecting his stillness while Thomas lazed about and sang songs, sometimes scaring a hare from its den with sheer luck.

Okay? Drop new info on us three chapters before the book ends, why don’t you?

Being a decent tracker and patient hunter doesn’t help Callum in this case, because Llaw shows up with four more scawy cweatuwes and hands Callum his entire ass. Again.

“Hellhounds,” said a familiar voice.

Callum whirled. Llaw. Smiling.

Such writing.

Alright I’ll give the guy some credit. Callum does take out the wolves before going for Llaw. But Llaw kicks his ass in the end anyway and Callum fucking croaks lmao.

He’s kind of useless for a bigstrong heartthrob Scot, isn’t he? It’d be endearing if it was intentional, now it just comes off as a bit embarrassing. All that bean-nighe angst only to get killed off almost immediately.

Now that I think about it, a lot of this book is characters worrying about shit that doesn’t end up mattering in the end or is resolved super quickly.

Moving on.

Chapter 30

So I won’t go too hard on the reunion of Klara and her mother because it reads pretty okay and feels disctinctly like a more genuine and less self-indulgent personal touch from Sasha. The need to connect with a dead loved one and get some closure is very human and I won’t harp on a person including that in their novel for some personal catharsis. That’s what art is for, after all.

However, everything after their heartfelt reunion and once Arianrhod crashes the scene? Free real estate, baybeeee.

Arianrhod explains that Llaw can’t enter here, aka the Otherworld. We knew this already, yet Klara reacts with surprise and relief. Then ...

Klara remembered Llaw’s speech. He talked about ushering a new age of gods and men, which she had scoffed at and dismissed. He yearned for a world that gave him power, though he didn’t deserve it. Not anymore, at least.

But the power had existed, Klara realized—it existed here, where she stood, in the Otherworld.

“That’s what he wants.” Klara shifted on her feet, growing eager as understanding dawned on her. She felt her mother’s protective presence next to her. It kept her bold. Safe. “He wants to walk among the gods as an equal—”

Y-yeah? I ...? Yeah?

I’m sorry, am I being gaslit again? How is understanding dawning on you when you’re repeating information that has been explicitly stated to your face multiple times at this point?

This book is a fucking fever dream what the hell.

Arianrhod says that Klara is safe here but that time is stagnant, and if she stays, decades will have passed by the time she returns. Meaning she can’t camp here and wait for Llaw to croak on his own time unless she wants all her loved ones to die, too.

Klara says that she came here in order “unlock her powers” and asks if Arianrhod can help with that.

“I am the Silver Wheel. The goddess of life, death, rebirth, with a throne in the stars.” Arianrhod stared at Klara. “It seems like there is something in you that needs to be born.”

Relief, along with fear, washed over Klara. She was pretty sure that was goddess for yes.

Well, I’m glad Klara could make sense of that, because it’s pure nonsense to me. It probably was nonsense, too, because Arianrhod does and says nothing else after this lol.

Her mom embraced her. “Sometimes I get really annoyed with myself for doing such a good job raising you,” she whispered [...]

Yeah, ya didn’t.

Her mother’s hands gripped her. They radiated warmth; the warmth spread through her veins, then grew hot—but this was not pain. Not at all. It was renewal.

The fire spread through her, washing her body clean of what was, replacing it with what is. And yet somehow, at the same time, it was only revealing what had always been.

For her whole life, she had been one of billions. But her true self—her secret—was hidden within. In that moment, Klara could see herself suspended in the space between worlds, hair blazing around her like a halo of fire. The dormant power fully awake, no longer buried and forgotten.

I’m so glad this wealthy, pretty cishet white girl finally feels as special as she thinks she deserves to be. Confirmed by a goddess, no less.

And she didn’t have to do anything to get there, either. It was just bestowed upon her by a higher power. Lifted above others by chance rather than merit or effort.

I guess Klara truly is a self-insert, isn’t she, Sasha?

You know what’s funny, though? This whole book was about Klara and Callum going to mystic centers to try to unlock Klara’s powers, which they sort of did, right? But in the end, all it actually took was asking Arianrhod to do it. There was no final trial or test, no character development to justify this power-up. Arianrhod didn’t even say anything about Klara finally reaching her potential or proving that she deserved to have her powers unlock. Even Klara’s little epic inner monologue comes after Arianrhod gave her the go-ahead. It’s a little sad, really. She didn’t do anything herself. Even her supposed specialness is only there because a goddess gave it to her for no apparent reason. And once again, it shows how much of this was a waste of the reader’s time. If all Klara actually had to do was ask Arianrhod for help, why did we bother watching her prance around Scotland with her boytoy?

Klara yeets herself back to the real world just in time for Callum’s dead ass to land at her feet. It’s very funny, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be.

Chapter 31

Klara collapsed over him, as if her body could shield him from the injuries that had already riddled his body. She placed a hand along his damp cheek, she could see the clammy beads of blood masking his face.

“I didnae imagine death would have such a sweet embrace.” He murmured from his bloodstained lips.

Oh god, kill him faster before he says more cringe shit!

It was then, at the final moments, that she realized, he was it for her. He was the man she loved.

And now he was gone.

[...]

She wanted to pinch herself and wake up from this nightmare, but she knew that this—this devastating, irreparable moment—was her reality. Nothing she could do would change it. It didn’t matter if she had a goddess’s blood running through her veins. She was alone, with a power she didn’t understand and the boy she...loved...dead.

So anyone else kinda rooting for Llaw? Hear me out. He’s evil, but he’s hot. And he wants to kill Klara and already killed Callum. That’s pretty sexy of him, I think. Sasha just hates to see a girlboss winning so that’s why he’s the antagonist.

Klara gets the random idea to try to summon Cernunnos because he said something about how he’s always there for her.

But instead, Llaw just ... materializes in front of her and shoves her to the ground with his boot? I genuinely don’t know, it’s so awkwardly written, especially when he says nothing and Klara barely reacts and instead seems to focus more on Callum. Either way, she’s on the ground next to Callum’s busted-ass corpse and with Llaw’s foot on her chest. That’s all you need to know.

The shadow of the waning eclipse acted like an extension of [Llaw’s] darkness. He tipped his head down to look at her. To her surprise, he did not look angry, nor did he glare at her with hatred. Instead, he smiled, as if bemused by the very sight of her. A slick of white hair fanned down to his shoulders. Behind him, the shadows seemed to darken, as if a mass of monstrous beasts waited just out of sight. The hem of his cloak swirled around her in waves.

Days ago, she might have said he looked godlike—but she would have been wrong.

He looked tired. His eyes were ringed with darkness, as if he had not slept in days. A shudder passed through her. How long had he walked the earth? Hundreds of years? Thousands?

His unkempt appearance gave her a sliver of hope. [...]

Me too, honestly. I think I could fix him.

Klara gets a power surge and throws Llaw off. He lands on the ground on the other side of Callum’s busted and borked Scottish remains.

The eclipse was almost total, as if a symbolic reference to Callum’s life. She wished it were not; the thought ruptured her soul.

Yeah, totally makes sense for her to be thinking this. Love how Sasha just states it’s symbolism instead of using symbolism. Chef’s kiss, truly.

And ruptured her soul? Really? Okay.

They exchange some “middle schoolers hopped up on shonen anime” type dialogue. Check a look.

“You find this funny?” [...]

[...] “A little girl, thinking she knows how to wield the strength of a god? If not comical, then it’s just pitiful.”

[...]

“You are pathetic,” she said. “Honestly, I almost feel sorry for you.”

“And why is that?” he said.

[...]

“Because I know what you want, Llaw, and you’ll never get it,” she taunted. “All of the lives you stole will have meant nothing. They’ll have died for nothing.”

“You know nothing, child,” he said. “Enough games.”

Klara scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you .”

“Your blood belongs to me,” Llaw said.

[...]

“You can’t have it!” she cried.

Truly some “mom said it’s my turn on the xbox” shit.

Klara taunts him that she was welcomed into the Otherworld, unlike him who can’t go in there because his presence “has no weight in the hearts of the dead or the eternal.” I’m confused. So is Klara able to go in there because of her super special blood, or her mother wanting to see her? This doesn’t make any sense.

Anyway, Klara chops Llaw’s hand off. He’s like “omg what” but then is all like “whatever, man” and tells her it’s not over yet before stabbing her sword into himself. It’s unclear whether he dies or not, I assume not because of his threat before, but either way, light bursts out again and Klara is yanked through time and space.

Chapter Epilogue

Klara lands in Rosemere, in the same spot where Thomas got shanked. Except Thomas is still alive, his wound wrapped in bandages.

She knew only a few things to be true in this moment, in her current reality.

Thomas was alive.

Callum was dead.

And somehow she had ended up five hundred years in the past without any clue how to get back home.

She’s a literal time traveller and doesn’t know how to get back home? Huh?

Yeah I ... don’t know, y’all. Nothing means anything.

Multiple reviewers complained about the random cliffhanger and I have to agree. It’s not even bad, it’s just ... confusing? Perplexing? Not even exciting, it feels like a non sequitur, like Sasha pulled it from her ass last minute.

Most importantly: Do we think this will get a sequel? Or has Sasha's pride been wounded by the paltry and mostly negative reception? I suppose only the sales will tell, and I have no way of checking those.

I’m conflicted. I don’t want there to be a sequel, because Sasha needs to learn how to write before trying to publish again and that’s clearly gonna take the better part of a century if this is what 6 years of work looks like. Buuuuut I also need to read the rest of this trainwreck.

Guess we’ll see!

Acknowledgements

I’m not gonna critique these, obviously, but her editor’s name is Kate Sullivan. Just uh ... putting it out there. For reasons.

As for my acknowledgements: Thank you everyone for your patience while life happened and I scraped together the time to write these. I hope you enjoyed this journey, and may we have many more in the future! I’ll be posting a review of this novel later, which will mostly be based on these posts, so that’s something to either ignore or look out for.

Thanks for reading!

#eff reads: breaking time

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