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xanqels · 9 months

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Make Daddy Proud.

joel miller x f!reader

Pairings: joel miller x f!reader

summary: you and joel have never gotten along, so what happens when you come to his house and piss him off?

word count: 5.1k

warnings: size kink (reader is small and joel is a big boy) dirty talk, daddy kink, creampie, breeding kink, cursing, foul language, reader likes to play on joels’ nerves, spanking, hair pulling, fingering, oral (m receiving), choking, alcohol consumption, unsafe p in v (wrap before you tap), pet names, joel is daddy, cum eating (?), tommy ships, minor spit use, brief aftercare, age gap (joel is mid 50s, reader is late 20s), degradation. NO USE OF Y/N!!! ellie is mentioned, sarah is mentioned. slight angst. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

a/n: thank you all for being so patient with me after my writers block. this is based off of an ask i was sent. this has not been edited‼️

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Joel Miller.

A dangerous man, a killing machine. A man who wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head if you looked at him the wrong way. A man who aged like fine wine, and along with it his attitude towards the world soured. A grumpy man.

You met him one evening, the weather starting to cool, when Tommy called you over and introduced you to his brother. Maria didn’t seem to thrilled about the older Miller brother coming to stay, and it was written on her face. You’d known her long enough to spot the telltale signs of her upset and and disapproval. A small frown line on her dark skin, or the way her eye would twitch slightly.

Tommy, on the other hand, a smile on his lips. His estranged brother was alive and well, after all. Who wouldn’t be happy? Well, Joel, it would seem. A scowl on his weathered face, covered in deepened wrinkles, something any normal young lady may see and scarper away at the sight of, but not you. No, you were intrigued. You wanted to hear more about his troubles, his experience on the outside, but when you opened your mouth to greet him, he merely grumbled at you. Thus, starting a month long war of snide remarks and quick insults, immature snipes at each other just to wind the other up. He’d open up to you on the occasional dark night, after many whiskeys and the occasional hug, but by the next day you’d be back to bickering.

The pair of you couldn’t be in the same room without your quick tongue and his dark scowls ruining whatever good day the other had. Tommy was tired of it. Tired of the bickering, tired of the pettiness. He knew you found Joel attractive, he could see it in your eyes the first day he introduced you to him. The way your eyes swallowed him whole, the way your tongue swiped across your bottom lip as you took him in. You’d never admit it though, you were too proud.

As for Joel, on the other hand? He never showed much emotion, he was a tough cookie. If you’d known him before the world went to shit, you’d know he was a carpenter. A lively soul with a daughter of his own. And now? He was closed off, only talking to Tommy, you, Maria and Ellie, the young girl he ended up hauling around with him, or that’s how he puts it. And on the odd occasion, the bartender who serves him his favourite beverage – Whiskey, neat.

“Shove off, Miller.” You whine, pushing his large frame slightly as you try to take seat. “You’re taking up the whole booth, fatass.” You grumble as he rolls his eyes and moves further into the booth. You sit across from Tommy, Maria beside him as you give them both a warm smile.

You can hear Joel grumble beside you, but you brush him off. You take a sip of your drink, grimacing as the liquid burns it’s way down your throat and into your stomach. You notice Maria has a tall glass infront of her, raising an eyebrow. “Only water tonight, Maria?” You ask, and she nods.

“On patrol tomorrow morning.” She sighs. “So, can’t really be dealing with a hangover. Need to keep my mind clear.” She taps her head with her index finger, and Joel just scoffs.

“That’s some pussy shit.” He says, earning a glare from both you and Maria. Tommy was in his own world, watching Cameron and Pete arm wrestle at the bar, secretly rooting for Cameron. “You gotta learn how to handle your drink better, Maria. Heck, I even take a bit of whiskey with me on the days I am on patrol. Keeps ya warm.” He shrugs as he takes a sip.

“Just because you drink like a fish doesn’t mean the rest of us have to.” He frowns at that, but you continue. “Next time you fear you might get cold on patrol, dress up warmer. Don’t want you freezing to death now, do we cowboy?” You pat his shoulder in a faux friendly manner.

“There’s only so many clothes a man can put on his body, darlin’.” You like that nickname, “darlin’”. Though sarcastic, it warms you, electrifies your loins and leaves you wanting more. “Gotta let the whiskey warm ya from the inside.”

You scoff, silently mocking his words with your face screwed up. You loved and hated the game you’d play. “I’d expect an old man like you to have more sweaters, Miller.” You circle the rim of your glass with your index finger. “I see you flaunting around town in your shirts and flannels. I know they’re not thick enough to keep you warm. Just an excuse for you to drink on the job, I’d say.”

“I’m not an old man.” Joel scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re just young and clearly have no knowledge of the world. Not my fault you’re so naive.” He speaks, swirling the liquid around in his glass, avoiding eye contact with you.

You close your mouth for a moment before opening it again, a single syllable falling out of your mouth as you were just about to tear Joel a new one, you weren’t naive, but Tommy cuts you off with a laugh and a cheer. Obviously, Cameron had won.

He turns back to the table, his eyes immediately scanning yours and Joels faces. He frowns. “God, are y’all bickering again?” He asks, eyebrows raised. You feel like a child being scolded. “You two just need to bone it out or something.” He earns a smack to the arm from Maria for that. “I’m just sayin’! These two bicker like there’s no tomorrow. It’s getting past a joke now.” He grumbles, finishing his last dregs of his now room-temperature whiskey.

You sit back in the booth, arms folded and pouting. Joel just rolls his eyes, but chuckles to himself at your scowl. He pats your head in faux sympathy. “Cheer up, Doll. I’m sure Uncle Tommy didn’t mean to scold you.” He coos, and that only annoys you more.

You smack his hand away, annoyance written across your features. “Piss off. You’re not my daddy, Joel.”

“I could be.” He says audible only for you, grinning. “All you have to do is say the magic word, and I’m all yours, darlin’.”

You look in his eyes, and for a moment you think he could be serious. A dark glint behind those deep brown eyes. Something resembling lust, a fire, a yearning for more, but that glint flickers away as his grin grows wider until it turns into him laughing. A hearty laugh, a laugh that could warm your soul.

“God, give in, Joel!” You push him again, but he only laughs harder. It only annoys you more, and you end up having yet another grumble in your seat over it.

“Oh for gods sake, what did I just say?” You hear Tommy shout at the pair of you for bickering again, and that brings a smile to your lips.

It was late when the four of you walked home, with Joel being the first to leave the group, and you being the last. And it wasn’t long after that for you to get changed into an oversized grey shirt and some old fabric shorts. They were old, tatted and had holes in a few areas, but they were comfy and you were thankful to even have clothes to sleep in.

You lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, the slight buzz of the alcohol in your system making you sleepy, but the thoughts running through your head kept you wide awake. You knew Joel was just being grumpy when he said you were naive. You weren’t naive, you’ve been through the exact same shit he has with the Cordyceps infection that ravaged everything you ever knew and stood for. It upset you, the fact he thought so lowly of you, the fact he thought you didn’t know any better than him.

The upset swirled in your stomach, half of turning into anger at his stupidity. If he’d ever taken the time out of his day to actually have a half-decent conversation with you, aside from those late-night drunken talks he usually forgot, he’d realise you’re not naive at all.

The anger bubbled inside of you, until you find yourself out of your bed and storming down stairs, throwing on the first coat and pair of shoes you could find. You set out onto the dimly lit streets of Jackson. You needn’t worry about locking your door, everyone knew the rules and the consequences and wouldn’t dare set foot wrong.

You found your feet dragging you towards Joel’s house, your mind had no control over your body at this point. You were determined to prove him wrong, to show him you weren’t naive. And that’s how you ended up banging on his front door, impatiently tapping your foot against his porch.

You were actually surprised when he opened the door, his hair all scuffed up, eyes squinted slightly as he rubbed sleep out of them.

“What do you want?” He asks, voice gruff and deep with sleep. You’d obviously just woken him up. He yawns, leaning against his door frame in nothing but a pair of plaid pyjama pants. God, he was so attractive, if you weren’t mad at him you’d jump his bones right now. His tanned skin, marked with scars and evidence of his battles. It stirred something in you, he stirred something in you.

He clears his throat, and you snap out of it, eyes darting up to his. He has his eyebrows raised, dark iris’ boring into yours. You shuffle slightly, swallowing thickly. “You really upset me.”

He groans, rolling his eyes. “Chin up, Darlin’.” He sighs, running a hand through his ragged hair. “Can’t we talk about this tomorrow? I gotta get my sleep.” He yawns, moving back into his house slightly as he goes to shut his door, but you place your foot in the gap and push it open.

You step inside, shaking your head. “No, Joel. I can’t sleep. You said I was naive, what do you mean by that?” You ask, and he just grumbles to himself as he shuts the door behind you. Obviously, you weren’t leaving anytime soon, and you’d just made your mind up then and there, and Joel had no say in the matter.

He laughs, thinking you’re messing with him. His laugh falters as he sees the look on your face, pitiful and innocent. His smile turns into a frown, furrowing his brows. “You’re not serious are ya?” He chuckles nervously. “C’mon darlin’, I was only messing with you.”

“Yeah, well it wasn’t cool. I’ve been through just as much shit as you have, Joel. You can’t just take my experience for granted.” You speak, folding your arms across your chest.

“You’ve had it easier than the rest of us.” He looks away from you, avoiding your gaze. “You haven’t dealt or even seen half of the shit I’ve gone through. The things I’ve had to do just to survive, the looks on peoples faces I’ve had to endure.”

“Don’t give me that shit, Joel.” You take a step forward, his eyes darting back down to yours again. “Just because you lost Sarah doesn’t mean you can disregard everyone else’s experience. We’ve all been through the same shit.” You regret saying that immediately.

That statement, the mention of Sarah. It’s like it clicks a switch in his mind, his face warps into something you’ve ever seen before, pure disdain. Pure anger. You can see his nostrils flare as he takes in deep breaths, and his chest rising and then falling. You’re both somewhat afraid and oddly aroused.

“How fucking dare you?” His voice stone cold, jaw stiff as he steps towards you, backing you against the front door, pointing at you as his tall, stoic frames completely engulfs yours. You wince, turning your face away from his as his hot breath hits your cheek. “You do not mention her name in my house. You do not mention her name at all, you don’t deserve to even speak her name.”

Tears prick your eyes, you feel so ashamed of yourself. You’ve hit a new low, you’ve stooped to a new level, all because he called you naive. You brought up the ghosts of his past, the things he has nightmares about that leave particularly dark circles under his eyes, the thing he often drinks to forget. No wonder he’s angry at you.

“Joel.. I’m sorry.” You whimper, giving him big doe eyes. He just tuts and shakes his head.

“Stupid. Stupid naive girl. You need to be taught some manners.” He’s suddenly calm, or atleast calmer, and you don’t get to question it, his hand wraps around your waist and he’s dragging you into the main room, switching the lamp on. He sits himself down on the two-seater leather couch, and you look at him confused.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He speaks, and you’re even more confused. You’re stood inbetween his legs, his hand caressing your face. Have you just stepped into another dimension? His mood swings are confusing, but he’s so fucking handsome. “Why don’t you apologise to Daddy properly, hm?”

And there it is, the burning hot feeling in your stomach, the desperation to be touched, manhandled, anything. He manoeuvres you into his lap, your crotch ontop of his, hands gripping your waist. He glides your coat off your shoulders, throwing it onto the other side of the room. You shiver, goosebumps raising on your arms from your loss of warmth, your heart beating a million miles an hour as he leans in.

“You gon’ be good for Daddy?” He asks, his texan drawl coming out in full force as he leans towards your neck, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along it. You whimper at the feel of his warm, plump lips against your cold skin, unable to answer him until he’s nipping and sucking at your jawline.

“Maybe, maybe not.” You sigh out, and he seems not to mind your answer, rather he seems intrigued by it. He pulls away, eyebrows raised.

“That so?” He tilts his head, his right hand coming up to grip your face, making you look at him. “I’m not afraid to show you who’s boss, Doll.” His fingers buried in your cheeks, his eyes full of intensity. You think you broke him. “You crossed a line.”

“I know I did, and I’m sorry.” You choke out, tears still pricking at your lash line. “Please.” You beg, you don’t even know what you’re begging for. He releases your face from his grip, smiling to himself. His hands grip your waist again, and he leans back, eyes scanning your fragile form. He hums.

“You’re a sight to see.” He growls softly, gently grinding you against his crotch. You whine at the feeling as he repeats it once, twice until you feel his cock harden against you. You don’t even have to see it to know it’s big.

He leans forward, lips connecting to your neck again as he guides you, but he soon finds he doesn’t have to as you take control yourself. You gently grind against his clothed cock, whining at the friction as your sleep shorts catch on your clit. He leaves a sloppy trail of open-mouthed, wet kisses against your neck, and you can’t believe this is happening.

He pulls away, lips glistening with saliva in the light. You don’t stop until his hands hold you in place. You look up at him, confused. His pupils are blown out, eyes full of lust and desire, hunger for you.

“Think you’re ready to apologise?” He strokes your hair and you nod. “Don’t take long to break ya.” You roll your eyes at that, unable to muster up a witty comeback, and he pulls your hair. You moan at the feeling, the pleasure going straight to your weeping pussy. “None of that now, Darlin’. Alright?” You hum, and he gently pushes you off his lap.

He stands up, towering over you as he points to the floor, and you kneel down. He nods, happy with your submission. He bends down slightly, cupping your face in his hand. “You know what I want?” You nod, tongue poking out to wet your lips. He stands back up. “Good.”

Your hands are quick, scrambling to grip his waistband, as you pull down his plaid bottoms slowly, not knowing what to expect.

But then you see it. It’s angry red tip, weeping with precum and you just know he hasn’t had something like this in a while. His own hand? Maybe, but not another woman. It’s girthy, and has a considerable length to it, maybe seven inches? If not slightly more. It’s definitely going to be a stretch, a burn, something for you to gag and choke all over, but you’re almost certain he’ll hit those right spots with it. The spot you struggle to reach with just your fingers.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” His voice pulls you out of your trance, and you wonder how long you’ve been looking at it, drooling over it. “You gon’ open your mouth for me, Doll?” He holds his cock at the base, waiting patiently for you to open your mouth.

You shuffle slightly, placing your own hand around his cock as you open your mouth and lean forward. His precum spreads across your tongue, salty and slightly bitter, but you don’t mind, rather quite the opposite. You hear him groan as your warm mouth and wet tongue take him, moving your head down slowly, only getting to about halfway before your gag reflex starts to kick in. You stop, pulling back and repeating the same motions, only managing to fit about half of his cock in.

At some point, he grows slightly impatient, taking his hands and placing them on the back of your head. He holds you in place as he thrusts forward, the entire length of his cock gliding down your throat. You gag at the intrusion, eyes filling with tears again, but you focus on him. The way your nose is pressed against his lower abdomen, the way he smells. You want to make a mental image of this, remember and cherish it forever lest you forget it.

He gently pulls you back, repeating the action multiple times. Tears roll down your cheeks as he fucks your face, head feeling slightly dizzy as he depraves you of oxygen. He moans, and you can feel his cock throbbing in your throat. He tears your head away from him, groaning softly as he wraps his hand around the head of his cock, staving off his orgasm.

You gasp for air, coughing and spluttering slightly as you come back down, wiping your tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand.

You okay?” You hear him speak, sounding slightly out of breath. You nod, wiping the drool from your chin. Your pussy was aching by this point, you just wanted to be filled by him, to be fucked relentlessly til you didn’t know your own name.

He helps you up, ever the gentleman he is, and sits himself back down on his couch. He removes your sleep shorts, and then your shirt, manoeuvring you back into his bare lap. His eyes scan your body, now naked and in all its glory. He groans at the sight, hand coming up to pinch your hard nipple.

You sigh at the feeling. “How many fingers can you take?” He asks.

“Two.”

“Two what?”

“Two, Daddy.” Your cheeks flush. He holds his hand up next to yours, and your fingers are nothing compared to his.

Yours a thin, nimble and fragile. His are calloused, thick and long. “Only two?” He asks, incredulous and you nod.

He furrows his brows, bringing the pad of his thumb to his lips, swiping his tongue along it. He reaches down, placing his thumb on your clit, rubbing in small circles. You moan, hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

“Just makin’ sure you’re wet enough.” He knew he didn’t need to, he could see you practically dripping on his lap, but he just wanted to hear you moan.

He pulls his hand away and you frown, until you see him sucking on his index and ring finger. He pulls his fingers out, examining them in the light before giving you a look, and you nod. He was asking if you were ready.

He brings his hand down, gently pushing his two fingers into your tight pussy. You cry out at the dull burn, but underneath the burn you could feel the heat, the need growing for him. He lets out an audible sigh, he makes a scissoring motion with his fingers, stretching you open for him.

“Oh, Joel.. Fuck.” You moan, squealing when you feel his calloused hand smack against your arse. You whine, frowning at him. He just shakes his head.

“Wrong. Try again.” He stills his fingers inside of you, they’re just nudging that sweet spot you’d been unable to find yourself.

You groan as you wriggle in his arms, trying to get him to move. “Fuck, Daddy. I’m sorry.” You beg. “Please, Daddy.”

It seems to appease him, as he’s soon fucking you wide open with his fingers again. He makes a ‘coke here’ motion with his fingers, and you’re sure you can see stars.

Your nails dig into his broad shoulders as he hits that spot, throwing your head back. He takes this to his advantage, leaning in and sloppily leaving kisses along your collar bone.

“Fuck, Daddy I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t you fucking dare. I haven’t said you can yet.” He grumbles against your skin.

You try to hold off, but the pleasure is so overwhelming. He’s hitting that spot again and again, purposely rubbing up against it even though you’re struggling. You can’t hold on.

“Fuck, I’m cumming.” You cry out, and to your mercy he allows you to ride through it.

It’s quite possibly the best orgasm you’ve had. Your jaw goes slack, and you feel as though you’re having an outer body experience. You can feel it in every crevice of your body, on every inch of your skin. It’s incredible, you never knew you could feel this good.

You slump forward, resting on Joel’s shoulder as you come back to planet earth. You’re still panting by the time you come to.

“Oh, sweet girl.” He tuts, and the sound sends chills down your spine. “Didn’t I tell you not to cum?” He slowly pulls his fingers from your pussy, and you jolt, the movement sending aftershocks through your body.

You sit up, strands of hair sticking to your forehead as you meet Joel’s eyes. They’re angry, but still full of lust. You disobeyed him, and now you’re gonna have to suffer the consequences.

He lifts his fingers up, examining them in the light again. “Look at that.” He grins, your slick gleaming in the light. You’re embarrassed, you made that mess. You’re surprised when he places them in his mouth and sucks them clean. He shuts his eyes momentarily, giving you an exaggerated moan. “You’re delicious, Doll.” He says as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. You truthfully don’t know what to say, but it seems as though Joel didn’t plan on you speaking anyway. He practically pushes you off him onto the seat next to him. He stands up, rolling you over on your stomach.

You can’t see what he’s doing, until his hand connects with your ass. You yelp out, fingernails digging into the leather.

“This is for cumming without my permission.” He speaks. “Dirty little slut. Can’t even wait for her daddy’s orders, hm?” He asks, spanking your ass again and again until you’re certain he’s left a bright red handprint.

Every slap he gives sends waves of pleasure to your pussy, and you can’t believe you’re enjoying this.

His hand reaches up, wrapping itself in your hair as he pulls your face up, he leans towards you. “You gon’ listen to me?”

You nod. “Yes Daddy, I promise.”

He wipes the tears running down your cheeks, and honestly you hadn’t even noticed you’d been crying. He plants a kiss to the side of your temple, a simple gesture that shocks you.

He flips you over again and climbs in-between your legs. You watch as he places your legs on either side of his waist, and begins to gently stroke his cock.

You can feel yourself desperate for him again, even the simplest of his movements turn you on.

He holds his hand out infront of your face. “Spit.” He commands, and you do. He wipes the spit on his cock, even though he doesn’t need to as you’re wet enough, but he enjoys it when you do what you’re told.

You gasp as you feel the smooth head of his cock against your tight hole, biting your lip as he pushes into you.

The stretch hurts more than his fingers, but it was expected. He’s thick. You scrunch your face up as he pushes into you, and you hear him sigh as he bottoms out. You open your eyes, lifting your head up slightly to see where you’d connected at the seams. A holy sight, a gorgeous sight. You’d take a picture and frame it on your wall if you had a camera.

He reaches up and caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip. You open your lips slightly and he slides his thumb into your mouth.

You suck on his thumb as he starts to pull out, slowly, before slamming back into you. Your tits jiggle at the force, and he seems to find that somewhat amusing.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He coos. “Gonna make you my little cum slut.” You moan around his thumb.

His pace is slow at first, almost as though he doesn’t want to break you, but he soon picks up the pace. Your mouth falls open as sweet melodies fall from your lips, and he trails his hand down to your neck. He wraps his hand around, gently squeezing your neck as he fucks you, hard.

You feel as though you’re on cloud nine, your mind is spinning as he fucks into you. You don’t even care that you’re sweating so much you’re practically glued to the leather, or the fact he’s nearly depriving you of oxygen for the second time tonight. You’re just focused on the way his cock feels, the way it hits that sweet spot and nudges your cervix. A pleasurably painful sensation.

He removes his hand from your throat, leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks on it, gently pulling it with his lips before letting it go. He plants opened mouth kisses along your salty skin, sucking and nibbling at the soft spots on your neck. There’ll be marks tomorrow.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans. “I’m gon’ ruin you for any other man. You’re mine, you hear?” He growls against your skin.

You cry out, arching your back slightly as you feel the leather rip from your skin. “I’m yours, Daddy.” If someone told you that you’d be in this situation five hours ago, you would’ve laughed in their face.

You can feel it starting to grow again. The fire in the pit of your stomach, the wave that grows ever larger before it crashes.

He can tell you’re close again, the way your pussy strangles his cock. It makes him desperate to feel you cum around his cock. “You gon’ cum sweet girl?” He sounds breathless, almost as though he’s on edge himself. His thrusts are growing slightly more erratic.

You can’t reply, you just nod. He brings his free hand down to rub your clit, rubbing circles into it.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” You manage to make out, face scrunching up as the intensity of it builds.

“Cum for me, Doll. Strangle my cock.” And you do just that.

Your pussy pulsates around his cock, legs shaking as you reach your high. Your mouth falls open in yet another silent scream, and he fucks you through it. Your head feels so light, you feel as though you’ve reached new highs, reached new extremes.

His hips are stuttering by the time you come to, and you can tell by the way his cock is throbbing and by the noises he’s making that he’s close.

He doesn’t give you much warning apart from those tell-tale signs, as he thrusts harshly into you a few more times before he’s moaning your name. You can feel him throbbing inside of you as he paints your walls in ropes of his thick, warm cum. You feel stuffed.

You both lay there in silence for a while, him ontop of you whilst his cock softens.

He eventually clears his throat, slowly sitting up and running a hand through his hair. You make eye contact, and all that anger and must that was previously in his eyes has gone and been replaced by adoration. He caressed your face again. He slowly gets up, and you hiss as his cock slips out of you.

He reaches down, fingers spreading your pussy as he looks at it, full of his cum. He grins, scooping up a bit that had run out and pushing it back in. You can hear the squelch of your juices, a vulgar sound.

He slowly gets up, and you can hear his bones crack as he stretches. He pulls his bottoms back up, turning around and looking at you from above. You were a sight. Eyes slightly red from the tears, sweaty skin and a pussy leaking with cum. He stays there for a second, making a mental memory of how you look.

“One moment.” He walks out of the room, and you can hear the tap in the kitchen turn on and off.

He returns moments later with a damp cloth and a cup of water. He cleans you up as you drink the water, giving you a warm, genuine smile. A rare sight.

As he’s cleaning you, he places a hand on your smooth stomach, caressing it softly.

“You’d look so good swollen with my babies.” He murmurs.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

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tags: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @planet-marz1

a/n: please note this has not been edited and is my second ever fic. will happily accept any constructive criticism :) also i love receiving asks so feel free to say whatever

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gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months

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OMGG IM SO HAPPY THAT YOURE TAKING TAN REQUESTS HES LITERALLY MY BBG OMG ‼️‼️

So what about a reader who’s like Ellie from The Last of Us? So Tangerine and Lemon get this mission from their dealer that they have to deliver this girl to this place, like a cargo mission. And the girl is a very defiant teenager who just talks back and makes snarky comments to them (mostly to Tan T▽T). But then she ends up really trusting them and getting attached to them. I’m sorry if this is too detailed or if it doesn’t make sense 😭😭

I LOVED THIS REQUEST ANON 🤭🤭 lemon and reader are so silly heheh

Mentions of human experimentation, abuse, needles (nothing graphic or descriptive)

Annoying little sister

“Swear to god, can’t stand teenagers. This missions gonna be annoying, I can already tell.” Lemon said.

Tangerine scoffed “Says here that she’s snarky, and puts up a fight.”

“Like living hell basically.”

Tangerine stopped the car, looking at the warehouse you were in. It was guarded, heavily. They would have to sneak around.

“Shit. We better be gettin’ payed good for this girl.” Tangerine sighed,

“Why’s she so special?” Lemon asked.

“‘Parrently she’s some sorta superhuman or somethin’. Daughter of some billionaire. Human experiment I guess.” He read, and put the folder down.

“Shit, seriously? Sounds like some sorta movie stuff.”

Tangerine snorted, and opened the door quietly. They parked far away from it, and they hid behind some boxes and made their way to the back. A small door, still guarded but with less people.

They looked at each other, and looked back.

They fixed up, and stood up. They took out their guns to look like the others.

“What are you going in for?” A man stated, blocking them when they went over to the door.

“Boss wants us to go in and… interrogate..” Tangerine said, making something up on the spot.

The man furrowed his eyebrows. “Your Ethan?”

Tangerine nodded.

“Oh.. just expected you to look a lot… different. Come in.” He opened the door, tangerine and lemon couldn’t believe it had worked.

The inside was empty, it had a small room. They opened the door to you, handcuffed to the bed.

You didn’t see them as you thrashed on the floor, struggling in the handcuffs and groaning in annoyance.

You snapped your head to them when you finally saw them, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What? Come here to feed me? Cause honestly I’m starving and you bitches don’t seem to have anything at all-“

You were confused when they went up to you and uncuffed you from the bed. Your hands still handcuffed however, as they roughly dragged you out. They snuck around the back again, breaking a window to distract them and leaving quickly in the car, the guards shooting it at the same time.

You then grabbed a small Bobby pin that was luckily laying on the ground when they weren’t looking. Then you were shoved into the car roughly, as they sped off.

You put your hands behind you, messing with the lock.

“So who exactly are you guys?” You questioned.

“We’re here to deliver you to someone.”

“Definitely not my dad, he don’t care bout me. So then who?”

They both ignored you, and you finally picked the lock, and put your arms on the seats.

“So where we going?”

They both looked at each other and then you.

“You seriously picked it?”

“It’s easy. I’ve done it tons. They took away all my Bobby pins though. Which makes sense because I kept breaking outta them.” You shrugged, and rambled on.

Lemon listened and he asked a question.

“So what’s the deal with your dad? And the whole human experiment thing?”

“Well, my dads just an asshole. Sure you heard of him, real famous, but he’s a asshole. He abused me and my family, blah blah sob story, and he’s the one who sold me into the human experiment thing. After that I was just passed around and giving blood 24/7.” You showed him your arm.

“Jesus Christ.” tangerine mumbled when he looked.

You shrugged “Im used to it by now. And now I’m guessing that you guys are just taking me to another buyer. More tests, yay.” You said,

Tangerine and lemon looked at each other. Tangerine knew what he was thinking. He stopped the car and parked it in an empty lot.

“Come on..” lemon said.

“No way.”

“She’s a kid.”

“I’m right here..” you mumbled.

“Exactly, she’s a kid. No. Way.”

“We can’t jus’ give her up!”

“I agree with this very nice gentleman over here.” You nodded to lemon.

“Shut it.” Tangerine said, whipping his head to you. “And it’s dangerous. Gonna be on the run if we do.”

“Don’t you remember when we were kids?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit-“

“She hasn’t had a childhood, think bout it. She didn’t have a childhood like we did.”

“Yeah, ain’t got no friends or nothing.” You said, fidgeting with the handcuffs. You picked up a book that was in the back of the car.

“Whoever is reading this shit is hornyyy.” You snickered, realizing that it was a smut. Tangerine snapped his eyes back and took the book.

“It ain’t for kids. It’s a good book.” He said, almost like a child himself.

Lemon snickered as well “And she’s got powers, how would she not be useful?”

“True. How do you think I got that bobby-pin from the floor? Can’t really bend down with handcuffs.” You held the handcuffs up.

Tangerine groaned in annoyance “You’re such a pain in my ass and we’ve barely known each other for five minutes.”

“That’s what I do.” You said, smirking as he drove off to a hotel for the night.

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That was 3 years ago, now you were fighting with them, at a different agency.

They would always say how your their “annoying little sister”

(Tangerine added the annoying part)

“Oooo, it’s so nice over here.” You laughed, looking at the shops all around the place, the neon lights and nice people. You guys were currently in Japan, going to do a mission on a train.

Lemon smiled as well, also looking around while Tangerine stayed focused.

“Focus.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling you two closer to him so that you didn’t go off path.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Lemon said.

“He always wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.” You giggled and lemon snickered quietly, tangerine giving him a glare.

“Sorry, mate.”

Tangerine rolled his eyes, he could already tell this mission would be annoying with you two.

#tangerine x you #lemon and tangerine #lemon x reader #lemon and tangerine x sibling reader #sibling!reader #tangerine x sibling!reader #lemon x sibling!reader #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train x you #bullet train #bullet train imagine #tangerine bullet train #lemon bullet train

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Dumb Ghost(part one)

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream. You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being.”

Warnings: Smut, murder, ghost face!reader, female!reader, kniveplay, honestly just the reader being an asshole, then being fucked by Tara. Not proofread. also some of this is very unsanitary, as the reader is covered in three other peoples blood

POV: Second person

Request: my own brain

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

‼️NSFW BELOW THE CUT‼️

You tapped away on your throw away phone, somehow not being affected by the gloves you were wearing. You stared into your girlfriends window, contemplating jumping in to say hi. Maybe a couple cuts, but mainly a friendly hello. You sighed, and dialed her number.

Rnng… rnng… rnng… click.

You sighed, continuing to call until the phone was picked up. Of course, the voice changer was enabled.

“Hey honey, what’s up?”

Tara tapped on the table, while hearing an unfamiliar voice. “…Hi?”

You laughed, feeling fuzzy on the inside. “Sooo… Do you like scary movies?”

You heard an annoyed sigh, and she responded. “(Y/N), you’re not funny.”

“Who is (Y/N)?”

At this point, you were just fucking with her. When she hung up, you sighed.

“Awww, lame…”

You tap on the window, watching her walk over. She looked out, seeing nothing but darkness. Of course, she couldn’t see you. Tara squinted, and turned away. She continued cleaning the kitchen, and you smiled.

At this point, you had enough. You tampered with her security system, and walked straight in. You waved, and she stared at you. She grabbed a knife out of the butcher block. You shook your head, and pulled your knife up. Tara, not knowing what was happening, screamed and ran to the living room. You chased after her, and threw the knife. It slid across her arm, and she yelled.

“Agh- what the hell? Why are you in my house?!”

You laughed, and ripped your mask off. Tara stared at you, seeing her girlfriends face covered in different shades of blood, obviously the depth of the wounds on your victims varying.

“Just wanted to say hi. Hello, hi. How might you be, little one?”

You walked up and lifted her chin up with your thumb and index finger, smiling and kissing her softly. She pushed you away. She smelled a metallic scent, and started to stare at you in fear and surprise.

“(Y/N), please tell me you didn’t…”

You sighed, and sat down. You did. You killed people. You looked at her, and then looked away in shame. When she glared at you, you dropped the knife.

“Tara, I’m… I’m sorry.”

She picked up the knife, and crawled over you. She kicked the pillows and blankets off of the couch, and put the knife to your neck.

“What have you done? Who did you hurt? Did you… kill someone?”

You looked at her, trembling. You nodded. “You did not…”

You nodded once again. Your black costume draped off of your body. She pushed the knife down harder, and stared you in the eyes.

“Do you know how much this’ll hurt people?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but you’re not exactly innocent either… I mean, you can be an ass at times…”

She sighs, and takes it off. Her hands were now stained with other people’s blood, yet she was still enjoying seeing you vulnerable.

“You’re a killer. That warrants at least something, right?”

You shook against her, and pushed her gently.

“Tara, get off.”

She shook her head, and pinned your hands down. She glared at you, and tied them together with some cloth she has laying around.

“Stay here. I’m gonna call the cops if you pull anything weird.”

She shook her head, and walked to the bathroom. You looked around, and got comfy.

“Left, right, left, right, on the bed, off the bed…”

She came out, and walked up to you. She dragged you off the couch, and pulled you to her room.

“I swear, I’m gonna fuckin’…”

She didn’t finish, and continued to pull you. Once she got you in her room, she pulled you on the bed. Tara pulled down your black jeans, as well as your panties. She moved the hilt of your knife along your inner thigh, the blood of your victims dripping down your leg. She laughed, seeing you look down in panic.

“Tara, please don’t get the blood too close to my… y’know…”

She chuckled again, and moved the handle do your cunt. She slid it up and down slowly, continuing to laugh at your freaked out expression.

“What, scared? You killed them, why are you freaking out?”

She gently slid the tip into your core, watching you whine. She pulled it out, and tossed it to the side. The next thing to enter you was her now bloody fingers. The blood being those three victims and her own. The part about her blood being inside of you made your skin crawl. Of course, she started sliding them in and out as you whined into her shoulder. Every few seconds, she sped up until there were sickening squelches echoing in the room.

“Tara..? Slow down…”

She kissed your cheek, and moved down to suck on your neck. She only sped up from that point. You whined her name quietly, grinding yourself into her hand.

“Shh, shh… It’s alright. Just endure it for a bit longer, alright?”

You nodded. Tara moved her left hand up to pinch one of your nipples, giggling at how your mouth hung open and your eyes shut.

“Mmh… Ta-Tara..~”

She smiled into your skin, only for you to feel the shape of her lips. The feeling of her touch sent you over the edge, making you tremble and leak all over her fingers. She kissed you once more, before pulling away and going to get a towel.

“Don’t get it anywhere, or I may just leave you here all night.”

Well uh, I’m never experimenting again

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter smut #scream smut #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega #Jenna ortega x female reader #scream 2022 #maxxix66

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kwanisms · 11 months

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The Library of Illusion — Arachnophobia

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➮ jorogumo!Wooyoung × sub!Reader wc: 8.1k summary: Deep in the Horror Section, Y/N finds herself descending into a dark cave where she meets a man who is not what he seems. genres/themes/au: angst, smut; fantasy, horror; non idol au, jorogumo!Wooyoung warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, CW: SPIDERS & SPIDER CREATURE!WOOYOUNG, graphic body horror, mentions of blood and viscera, sexual content (18+ mdni), smut tags under the cut! ‼️IF YOU ARE SEVERELY ARACHNOPHOBIC, DO NOT READ THIS‼️

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a/n: this was interesting to write and I knew from the get-go I wanted to make Wooyoung a monster. I almost made him a werewolf but changed it to a jorogumo. Traditionally, jorogumo are female spiders that change into beautiful women but male spiders do exist so I thought maybe that might a cool idea and make a male jorogumo. I hope you enjoyed this part and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (use protection, especially if you're gonna bone a huge man-spider creature lmao), rope (web) bondage, monster genitalia, dirty talk, slight brat!Reader (it lasts for like .2 seconds lol), marking (f receiving), creampie/slight breeding kink (you have to squint for the last one tho), use of pet names (only sweetheart and darling one time but it's not entirely endearing) and i think that's everything but of course let me know if I missed anything!

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“How was your trip?” Seonghwa asked, clearly amused as you reached the desk and glared at him. “Don’t even ask,” you growled to which he merely chuckled.

“I trust you were successful?”

You raised your hand, opening it and letting the key fall to the desk with a metallic thud. Seonghwa’s eyes shifted from your face to look down at the key before a polite smile crossed his features. “Excellent,” he simply said, looking back up to meet your gaze.

“Where would you like to visit next?” He asked, getting up so effortlessly from the desk. You watched as he started to pace, circling you almost like a predator would circle his prey. “Only you can choose your next destination.

You turned to look around the room, noticing how the sign over the Science Fiction section had faded and all life from beyond the door disappeared, leaving nothing but blackness.

You tore your gaze from the door and peered around the others until your eyes landed on one. ‘Might as well get this over with,’ you told yourself as you turned to Seonghwa. “That one.”

Seonghwa followed your outstretched hand, pointing to the next entry in your story. As he read the sign he couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement.

“The Horror Section,” he said softly as he turned to his desk, grabbing his key and leading you over to the door.

You watched as he unlocked the door and turned the old handle, ignoring the way it creaked and squeaked. He pushed the door open before turning to look at you. “Here you are,” he said, gesturing to the now open door.

Taking a deep breath, you took a cautious step into the hall. “Be wary of monsters,” Seonghwa warned as you stopped just past the door and turned to look at him. “Monsters?” You asked softly. He nodded.

“Yes, but sometimes they don’t look like monsters,” he added. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “What do they look like?” You whispered, eyes watching as he slowly closed the door until just his face peered in at you.

“Like you and me.”

And with that the door shut with a click, no doubt locked behind you.

“Is he always going to be so cryptic?”

You turned away and stared ahead. All you could see were the shelves on either side of you, even your flashlight did nothing to illuminate the black void that lay ahead of you.

Deciding it was much too late to turn back, you did the only thing you could and continued forward.

Each step on the creaky wooden floor echoed in the hall as your eyes darted around, searching for anything that would tell you where to look for the next key.

As you continued, the creaking of the wood was replaced with the tap of your boots against rock and you glanced down to see the wooden floor was now nothing but a rock and stone covered in dirt.

You glanced behind you where you could still see the door leading into the lobby and the wooden shelves full of books. ‘Just like the science fiction section,’ you noted internally before continuing down the tunnel and further into what appeared to be a cave system.

As you stepped down a small dip in the floor, the sound of rock scraping behind you caused you to freeze and turn slowly.

Behind you the tunnel had disappeared, a wall of rock now separating you from the only exit. “Great,” you murmured before turning back around and looking into the dark passage ahead.

You pulled out your flashlight and turned it on, the beam illuminating a small portion of the path in front of you.

Casting the light around gave you the chance to see the whole tunnel from side to side before you started walking forward, keeping your eyes open and ears straining to hear even the slightest shift.

You had only walked a few meters ahead when a rustling echoed through the passage. You froze in your steps, gripping the handle of your flashlight tighter as you braced yourself. The rustling faded just as quickly as it started but you saw nothing. ‘Maybe it’s just bats?’ You took a deep breath before continuing forward.

‘Yeah,’ you told yourself. ‘Just bats.’

Your feet carried you through the cave, footsteps echoing lightly as you moved. You kept your head and flashlight on a swivel, glancing around often to make sure nothing jumped out at you from the darkness.

You wondered just what could be down here, waiting for you.

This was the horror section after all.

Your mind wandered to all the horror movies you’d seen in your youth, especially the ones that took place in a cave. A shiver ran up your spine as you envisioned savage beasts that might be lying in wait to ambush you and eat your innards.

“Get a grip,” you whispered to yourself. “It can’t be that bad, can it?”

No sooner did the words leave your lips that another sound reached your ears. It was like the rustling from before but there was something else to it. Almost a like a hissing sound. You froze yet again and looked around, glancing towards the cave ceiling. You expected to see bats but what you saw was much worse.

Spiders.

Hundreds of thousands of spiders were crawling all over the ceiling. As soon as the light hit them, they scattered around, avoiding the beam. It was like a steady stream of spiders all crawling in one direction and away from the way you were heading.

Your heartbeat quickened, palms growing clammy as you watched the spectacle.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you whispered before turning your light away from the spiders and continued further into the cave.

As you went, webbing started to appear, growing thicker the deeper you went. Something in the air shifted and the temperature dropped, sending chills down your spine and bumps forming on your skin. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end but you persevered.

You tried not to imagine what the spiders would be moving away from as you reached a large open cavern. The ceiling extended upwards, reaching maybe twenty feet. Thick stalactite grew from the chamber ceiling, pointing down at you from above. Large rocky formations blocked your view of the room, forcing you to walk around them.

You continued to walk, ducking under thick white strands of webbing as you delved deeper and deeper into the cavern.

As you rounded one of the many tall rocks, your eyes landed on something in the darkness, lying on the ground. You shined your light in the direction and let out a gasp, eyes widening.

Lying about ten feet from where you stood was a man.

He was lying on his side, his back facing you. You cleared your throat before whispering out to him.

“H-hello?”

Your whisper echoed around the cave and you glanced around quickly.

Since entering the chamber, the rustling had stopped. The spiders were far behind you now.

You quickly made your way over to the man and leaned over, hoping to catch sight of his face. Small bits of web adorned his clothes and hair. You knelt down, reaching a hand out slowly until it made contact with his shoulder.

“Sir?” you whispered, giving him a gentle shake. When he didn’t stir, you carefully pulled his shoulder towards you, rolling him onto his back.

His head lolled as he landed, eyes still shut. You leaned over, listening for any breathing and felt relief wash over you as you heard steady deep breaths coming from him. He was alive, just unconscious.

Sitting back up straight, you reached forward, hesitating momentarily before you pushed his black hair from his forehead and felt his skin. He was warm to the touch but not feverish. You continued to look over him until he made a small noise.

You pulled back quickly, watching as his face screwed up as he came to. His brow furrowed as he started to open his eyes. You scooted back, keeping the light trained on him as he slowly woke up.

As soon as his eyes opened, he started to look around, turning his head before his eyes landed on you. He raised his hand to shield his eyes. “Yo,” he croaked. “Stop shining that shit on me. I can’t fuckin’ see.”

You lowered the light, pointing at the ground instead. “Thank you,” he said as he lowered his hand and looked around again as he sat up carefully.

“Who are you?” you asked before you could stop yourself. He turned to look at you, squinting as if he couldn’t see past the bright light of your flashlight.

“Wooyoung,” he answered simply before nodding in your direction. “Who’re you?”

You hesitated before answering him.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

He nodded slowly before slowly shifting and getting to his feet, you following suit but keeping the flashlight trained on his chest.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as Wooyoung looked around the cavern. He turned, looking at his surroundings before facing you again.

“I—” he hesitated, clearing his throat. “I don’t remember.”

Silence fell over you as he looked around and you studied him.

‘Maybe he’s the guardian?’ You wondered to yourself.

“Where are we?” he whispered, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

‘There went that idea.’

“Are you hurt?” you asked, drawing his attention. You raised the light to his face to which he immediately shielded his eyes. “Will you stop blinding me?” he grumbled exasperatedly.

You lowered the light with a soft apology. “Are you hurt?” you asked again.

He looked down at himself, looking over his extremities. “I don’t think so,” he replied, looking at his hands. He went to take a step and let out a whimper.

His ankle seemed to give out on him and he crumpled. You rushed forward, catching him with a groan as you tried to keep him from hitting the rocky floor.

You helped him back up, trying to help him balance as he looked up at you and let out an unsteady chuckle. “I guess I was wrong,” he admitted. You rolled your eyes before telling him to hold still and knelt down to look at his ankle. Handing the flashlight to him, you instructed him to hold it steady so you could see what you were doing.

You carefully rolled his pant leg up to expose the ankle and saw how bruised it was. “Holy shit,” you breathed. “How bad is it?” Wooyoung asked. You glanced up at him and then back down.

“How long have you been unconscious?” You asked, carefully prodding at the spot, taking note of how he winced and whimpered in pain.

“No idea,” he answered. “I don’t even know what day or time it is.”

You looked back up at him. “It’s…” you started as you checked your watch but trailed off when you noticed the hands weren’t moving. Not even the second hand.

“What the hell?” you whispered, bringing the device up to listen for the ticking but heard nothing. Wooyoung watched as you did this, keeping the light fixed on his foot.

“What is it?” he asked as you tapped the face of your watch. “It’s stopped working,” you answered. “This is brand new!”

You were starting to sound annoyed and exasperated before sighing in defeat. “Last I checked, it was ten in the morning on June eighth. Thursday,” you said as you went back to inspecting his ankle.

Wooyoung looked lost in thought when you glanced back up at him.

“That means I’ve been out for… a whole day?”

Your eyes widened, brows raising at his admission. “How long have you been down here?” you asked as you removed your pack and started to sift through it, looking for a bandage. “A week? No, two weeks,” he answered.

“My friends and I came—” he suddenly gasped, making you jump as you looked up quickly. “My friends!” he all but shouted. You shushed him quickly, glancing around. “Not so loud,” you replied, reaching back into your pack and pulling out the bandage you were looking for.

“I’m going to wrap your foot,” you announced as you carefully undid his shoe and pulled it off along with his sock. His entire foot was bruised, dark inky splotches covering his tanned skin tone. “This looks really bad,” you admitted as you looked over it. “Keep your foot straight,” you instructed as you started to wrap it carefully.

Wooyoung grimaced, wincing only a couple times as you wrapped his foot with as much expertise as you could before pulling his sock back on and easing his foot back into his shoe. “I’m not gonna tie this super tight,” you explained as you redid the laces on his shoes. “We just want it secure and not falling off.”

Wooyoung let you work, keeping the light pointed so you could see.

You finished tying his shoe on and let him place his foot back on the ground. He kept one hand on your shoulder as he slowly put his weight on his foot and winced but thankfully kept his balance.

“It hurts still,” he admitted. “But it feels steadier.”

You smiled up at him before packing your bag back up and slinging the strap over your shoulder.

You stood up, taking the flashlight from him and shining it around.

“So,” you said as you looked around. “Any idea on how to get out of here?”

You turned to look at Wooyoung who shook his head.

“Not really,” he answered before glancing around himself. “Just pick a direction and go?”

You nodded, shifting your backpack and putting your arm through the other strap.

“Can you walk?” you asked, turning to look at Wooyoung who took a shaky step forward. “Kind of,” he admitted. You switched your flashlight to the other hand and stepped forward. “You can put your arm around my neck,” you said. “I’ll help you.”

It was awkward, being this close to a man you just met but you’d already been fucked by an alien in the previous section so this was comparatively tame.

You helped support Wooyoung as the two of you continued further into the cavern, hoping to find some kind of exit or something.

“You’re awfully nice,” Wooyoung noted as the two of you stopped to let him rest. You were looking around, shining the light around the rock walls, trying to find an opening somewhere.

“I don’t think I know anyone who would help a stranger they found in a cave.”

You looked over your shoulder at him leaning against the rock wall opposite you.

You offered a kind smile. “I guess I’m just a big softie,” you answered, turning back around to look at the wall before you, not noticing the way Wooyoung’s smile fell, a serious expression taking over.

“That’s not always a good thing,” he replied softly.

You noticed the shift in his tone.

Turning back, you were met by his kind smile. “Some people might take advantage of your kindness,” he added. You chuckled. “Yeah,” you answered. “They usually do.” You walked back over to him. “I don’t think we’re gonna find anything here,” you explained. “Let’s keep going then,” Wooyoung replied.

You nodded as he stood back up, slinging an arm over your shoulder as your arm went around his waist and the two of you continued further until you reached a slim opening between the walls of the passage.

“You go first,” you offered but Wooyoung shook his head. “No, you go first. That way if I fall on the other side, you can catch me.” You let out a soft laugh.

“We’ve only known each other for about twenty minutes and you’re already admitting to falling for me?” You joked. A smile spread across Wooyoung’s face. “What can I say?” he asked with a shrug as he leaned against the rocks for support while you approached the narrow gap.

“I’m a sucker for a pretty girl,” he added with a wink. You rolled your eyes and turned to the side, starting to shimmy your way through the opening. It was fairly easy, even with your pack and soon you were on the other side.

You turned back to the gap. “Alright,” you called. “I’m through!”

Wooyoung didn’t answer. You peered through the rocks and saw him looking back behind him. “Wooyoung?” you called.

He turned his head slowly to look at you.

“Did you hear that?” he asked softly.

You shook your head, confusion taking over your expression as he turned his head back to look behind him. His eyes were wide when he looked back at you.

“You need to get out of here,” he said quickly. Now you were not only confused but also concerned. “Wooyoung, what are—”

“Go!” he shouted. “Get out of here! It’s not safe!”

Over the echo of his voice you heard another sound. The rustling was back.

“The spiders,” you whispered. “Wooyoung,” you said, drawing his attention. “Hurry up, come through the gap and we’ll leave together!”

He shook his head. “It’s too late,” he answered. “If you don’t go now, they’ll catch up to you too!”

You shined the light through the gap and noticed a thick wall closing in behind Wooyoung. Your throat constricted, tongue feeling dry as your stomach churned. “Come on, Wooyoung!” You yelled, stepping forward.

“I told you to run!”

The fear in his voice was audible. The panic on his face sent shivers throughout your entire body, chills working up your spine. It felt as if the spiders were on you. “Go,” he said softly as the wave of arachnids swept rapidly towards him.

“We can make it,” you urged, your eyes burning with unshed tears that started to blur your vision. You didn’t want to be alone again. He shook his head.

“It’s too late for me.”

You took several steps back as the blackness reached Wooyoung, tripping over a large broken bit of stalagmite and falling back, the flashlight flying from your hand as Wooyoung let out a shrill scream and the blackness swept him away.

You scrambled up, grabbing the light and shining it through the opening to find it empty.

“Wooyoung!” you screamed. The rustling and chittering started back up and you saw no other option but to turn tail and run. You scrambled over the rocky floor hastily as you headed for the only opening you saw.

Feet pounded the cavern floor as you sprinted through another passage, trying to use your flashlight to light your path. You heard another scream in the distance, echoing against the walls. You didn’t stop until you reached another room, tripping over another broken stalagmite.

You fell, the flashlight flying from your hand once more and clattering across the rocky floor as you fell hard, scraping your knees.

“Fuck!” You cursed, dust billowing from your breath as you shakily pushed yourself up, rolling over to assess the damage to your knees. Without the flashlight you couldn’t see much. Glancing around, you spotted it lying a few feet from you, pointing to an opening in the rock.

“Shit,” you hissed as you carefully got up and walked over, hands shaking as you neared the flashlight and leaned over to pick it up while dusting yourself off.

You shined the beam at your knees, clicking your tongue when you noticed light scrapes with minimal blood. “It could have been worse, I guess,” you whispered as you stood up straight.

You heard a soft scraping on the rock in front of you and snapped your head up to look forward. The gap before you was black and narrow. You could hear a soft breeze whistling as it blew through the gap.

Slowly, you raised the flashlight to shine into the opening.

Straining your ears, you heard the sound of pebbles crunching and the rustling from before only this time, much faster. It was approaching you rapidly.

You turned to continue running but ran straight into something.

Or rather, someone.

You shined the light up and exclaimed in shock and relief at Wooyoung standing before you.

“Oh my god! You’re alive!” you sobbed pulling him into a hug.

His arms went around you instinctively.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” you said, pulling back to look at him. He nodded, following your lead as you pulled him along. “I thought you were dead,” you said as you helped him over a rocky hurdle. He shook his head.

“I thought I was too,” he admitted.

You continued through the passage until it opened up into a large chamber.

You gasped, looking around. “We’ve gone in a circle,” you said softly as you looked around. Wooyoung leaned against one of the large rock formations as you looked around for another passage.

“Fuck!” You cursed angrily, kicking a small rock as Wooyoung’s hands went to his abdomen.

“I don’t feel so good, Y/N,” Wooyoung said, his voice sounding strained.

You turned around to shine the light on him. He looked like he was about to be sick. “Let’s keep moving,” you said, moving to help him up.

You’d only taken a couple steps when Wooyoung screamed out in pain, doubling over as he clutched his stomach. You tried to ask him what the matter was but he only continued to groan and scream as he dropped to his knees.

You knelt by his side, one hand on his back. “Wooyoung, what’s wrong?”

“Get back,” Wooyoung warned. You leaned over, trying to get a look at his face only for him to push you away with much force than you expected. The flashlight tumbled from your hand, rolling away as the beam danced across the rock.

Wooyoung’s groans of pain morphed into deep growling as his body jerked violently. You tried to scoot away, kicking up dust as you watched in abject horror as Wooyoung writhed before you.

His screams turned primal as you heard what sounded like his bones breaking.

“Wooyoung!” you cried out as his body jerked violently, a loud ripping sound echoed around the cavern.

There was a sharp snapping and you screamed as Wooyoung’s back burst open forcefully, blood splattering the wall, the ground, and you. His screaming stopped almost instantly, and your ears were left ringing as long appendages unfurled from Wooyoung’s back.

You watched in terror, covered in his blood as the appendages, all eight of them, moved. Sharp cracking like knuckles rang around the chamber as the tips of the limbs reached towards the ground.

Clicking and rustling, much louder than before, sounded as Wooyoung’s lifeless body slowly raised off the ground.

Your eyes widened in fear, stomach churning and heart racing as the lower half of Wooyoung’s body detached and slumped to the ground, viscera spilling over the rock and staining it. The creature before you paused, blood dripping from its body.

You leaned forward slightly as you saw Wooyoung’s head twitch.

‘How the hell is he still alive?’

Wooyoung’s head slowly raised up before looking around, settling on your form.

“Wooyoung?” You whispered, gasping as the eight limbs moved simultaneously, turning to face you. Your breathing grew ragged as you realized what you were looking at. Wooyoung wasn’t dead. He wasn’t killed by this creature.

He was the creature.

“Wooyoung,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you looked at him, taking in the ripped clothing still hanging from his frame. His blank expression shifted, a menacing smile spreading across his face as he advanced on you sitting helpessly backed against the cavern wall.

You tried to press back further against the wall, trying to escape him and his wicked smile. Staring up at the creature, you realized the man was gone, well at least the lower half was.

Before you was only half of Wooyoung. From the head down to the torso was human, the tanned skin blending into the blackish purple of his carapace.

Your eyes took in the strong eight legs as he raised far above you, towering over your meek frame. “Stupid, foolish, human,” he said, his voice taking on an echo-y sound, like it was more than one person speaking at once.

“You should have run while you had the chance.”

Your heart hammering in your chest, you darted forward, ducking under his purplish black spider-like body and between the four sets of legs as you scrambled past him and towards what you hoped was the exit. You could hear the head thud of his feet, all eight of them against the rocky cavern floor as he gave chase.

You ducked around and between the rock formations that appeared in your path, trying to lose him as you wound around turn after turn.

You could hear the chittering and rustling of his legs as he followed you the best he could.

Glancing over your shoulder, you could see you’d lost sight of him and quickly ducked behind a rocky outcrop, covering your mouth to mask your breathing as you listened.

The chittering grew closer and closer until it stopped not far from where you were hiding. Resisting the urge to peek, you kept still and as quiet as you could, listening to the clicking of Wooyoung’s feet against the cave floor.

“Hiding won’t do any good, Y/N,” you heard him say, his voice echoing around the cavern. “I can smell you.”

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you tried to force yourself to calm down. ‘He’s bluffing. There’s no way.’

The clicking grew closer and closer until you managed to catch sight of Wooyoung strolling past your hiding place. “I can smell your fear,” he continued, glancing around slowly, scanning the cave for any sight of you. “And let me tell you,” he continued.

“It smells delicious.”

Leaning back as far as you could into the shadows, you hoped he wouldn’t be able to see or sense your presence. As you leaned back, you were hit with a gentle breeze from the darkness behind you and turned your head to look further into the opening in the wall. A distance and dim light flickered at you.

You glanced back at Wooyoung who was continuing down the cave tunnel, still searching for you. Knowing he’d heard any sound you made at that moment, you decided to hold out for just a bit longer until you could safely scramble up and shimmy your way through the narrow opening.

You were so focused on formulating the plan that you failed to notice Wooyoung was slowly making his way back down the corridor. Your stomach dropped as he came back into view and you got a full view of his imposing stature.

‘It’s now or never,’ you told yourself as you glanced back to the flickering light in the distance. You waited until Wooyoung was facing the other direction before scrambling up. You ignored the sound of his laughter as you started to squeeze between the rock only to feel a hand wrap around your ankle.

You let out a scream as you felt Wooyoung tug on your leg, trying to pull you out of your hiding place. “I like it when you fight,” he chuckled, his strength coming to his advantage as he started to pull you from the sliver.

Your fingers dug into the dirt, trying to claw and grab at something to stop your path but you found nothing. Your screams echoed around the cavern as Wooyoung pulled you out of the dark and rolled you onto your back. As quickly as you could, you kicked your free foot, making contact with his jaw and knocking him back.

With him being stunned momentarily, you were able to scramble back up and squeeze back into the gap, soon squeezing out of his reach and further into the wall. “There’s no way out, Y/N,” he called, in a singsong voice, the sound echoing after you.

“I’ll find you eventually.”

You rushed yourself, squeezing between the gap in the rocks until you finally came out into a small room. There was a skeleton with remnants of clothing, an old tattered bag, a lantern, and a journal. You dropped to your knees and started sifting through the bag, hoping to find some sort of weapon.

You found a small knife and whispered a thanks to the dead traveler as you unsheathed it and looked it over. The handle was old and covered in dust but the blade was shiny and still very sharp. ‘This could come in handy.’

You replaced the sheath and stuck the knife in your pocket before searching through the rest of the bag. Most of it was old food rations, stale and molded. You threw the bag aside and picked up the journal, carefully opening the cover to read the contents.

The first entry spoke of an expedition into the cave system, hoping to find gold or some other rare mineral. The next entry of note was about a cave-in that left the miners trapped and forced them deeper into the caves to find a way out. The next entry spoke of a strange sound the miners heard and how one of the miners went missing.

With each passage, the entries became more sporadic, desperate, and unhinged until the last page was covered in splatters of blood and ink. You tossed the book aside, breathing heavily as you stared at the bloodstained pages.

As you tried to compose yourself, dust and small bits of rock fell from above you. Slowly, you glanced up to find a large round opening in the rocky ceiling. The blackness above you was haunting as more dust and pebbles fell onto your lap.

Before you had a chance to move, from the darkness a hand extended, fingers tangling into your hair and yanking you up to your feet, a yelp of pain escaping your lips.

You watched in horror as Wooyoung slowly descended from the black void, a terrifying smile etched on his face. “I told you I’d find you eventually,” he said with a dark amused tone. His grip on your hair tightened as he held you up, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes.

“What do you want?” You whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. “I told you before I’m hungry,” he answered, glancing briefly at the corpse on the ground by the lantern. “It’s been some time since a human wandered into my caves.”

Your eyes filled with unshed tears, breathing quickening. Wooyoung noticed and moved his free hand to wrap around your throat. “Oh, crying won’t get you anywhere, sweetheart,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. “But don’t worry,” he continued.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he said as leaned in, face inches from yours.

“I don’t kill everyone.”

You glanced at the skeleton before looking back up to meet his gaze. “Why him?” You asked, clearly referencing the dead man. Wooyoung’s eyes darted to the lifeless skeleton before looking back.

“Because he’s a man,” he answered.

You narrowed your eyes at the monstrous creature.

“And that’s why you killed him?” Wooyoung nodded slowly.

“I had no use for him,” he answered, leaning in, sniffing your skin.

“The fear coming from you is so potent,” he added. “It’s making me hungry.”

You whimpered, fingers wrapping around his wrist as he lifted you off the ground, your feet dangling. “Don’t eat me, please,” you squeaked. Wooyoung laughed in your ear. “Oh, I don’t want to eat you,” he answered.

“I don’t eat females,” he added. “I have a much better use for you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but were unable to do so as the hand in your hair pulled, tilting your head to the side and exposing part of your neck to him and just as quickly, you felt a sharp pain in your neck as he sank his teeth into your skin.

You struggled against him, trying to kick at him as your vision blurred.

“Keep fighting, darling,” he teased. “It’ll just speed up the process.”

“What p-process?” You slurred, feeling dizzy, your grip on his wrist slacking.

“The more you move and struggle, the faster my venom will spread through your tiny human body,” he answered, whispering in your ear.

“But don’t worry,” he added. “It won’t kill you. It’ll just knock you out for a while.”

“No,” you murmured feebly as your strength left you, your extremities starting to feel the effects, the tips of your fingers and toes going numb. “Stop.”

Wooyoung chuckled in your ear as your eyes started to slide shut and everything went black. “See you in a few hours, Y/N.”

When you came to, your eyes snapped open but failed to adjust to the darkness around you at first. You tried to move but found your limbs were locked in position. You tried to roll over but you couldn’t move.

Slowly, your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you and you could see you were suspended in the air at least ten feet off the cavern floor.

“What the fuck?” You whispered, struggling to move your hands. Your wrists were bound in some sort of white rope. The same rope was wrapped around your ankles, midsection and even some of it was around your neck, keeping you firmly immobilized.

“What the fuck is this?!”

Your voice echoed around the rock and you knew there was no way that Wooyoung hadn’t heard you. As if summoned, you heard the clicking as he started to approach. You watched as he rounded a large rock formation and came into view. He looked at you, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said teasingly as he slowly advanced. “Aren’t you a vision,” he added, walking around your form and eyeing you up.

“What a precarious position you’ve found yourself in,” he continued as he rounded to face you again. “You put me in this position,” you growled, glaring at him. He chuckled, reaching a hand up to cup his own cheek.

“You flatter me,” he said with feign embarrassment.

“Let me down!” You demanded but Wooyoung’s playful demeanor dropped. “And if I refuse?” he asked, taking a couple steps forward. Your eyes fell on a flash of something around his neck and you realized it was the key.

How had you not seen it before?

Wooyoung tilted his head, watching you before glancing down and seeing what had caught your attention. “Oh? This is what you came for, isn’t it?” He asked, looking back up to meet your gaze.

“You want this?” He asked.

You nodded, struggling against the bonds.

Wooyoung pulled the string off and held it out. “Go on then,” he smirked. “Take it.”

You struggled against the white ropes and growled in defeat when you couldn’t break it, nor make it budge.

You let out a defeated sigh, head hanging. “I can’t,” you whispered.

Wooyoung smirked as he watched your resolve crumble. “Of course not.”

You raised your head to glare at him. He laughed again as he replaced the string around his neck, the metal of the key resting against his chest.

“Tell you what,” he started, looking back up. “I’ll give you this key if you do something for me.”

You narrowed your eyes, wondering just what you could possibly do for him.

“And what is that?” you asked suspiciously. Wooyoung started to circle you again, ducking his head as he passed under the thick white ropes.

“I told you before, I don’t eat females that wander into my cave,” he started. “Only the men.” You nodded as he passed behind you, feeling a chill run up your spin as you felt the tips of his fingers graze the back of your calf muscle.

“There’s a reason for that,” he continued.

“I know,” you answered. “The men don’t have a purpose.”

Wooyoung chuckled, amused that you paid attention. “Precisely.”

“And the women do?” you asked as his fingertips continued to dance over your skin, moving up the back of your leg until he took a firm grip of the back of your thigh. “They do,” he answered, giving your thigh a firm squeeze before his hand continued up, running over the material of your khaki shorts.

“You know,” he said as his hand moved over your ass. “You should have hidden this better,” he continued, reaching into your pocket and removing the small knife you’d taken from the tattered bag earlier.

“Maybe then I wouldn’t have found it so easily,” he added, tossing it aside, the knife landing with a dull thud as it hit the rocky floor.

You struggled against your bonds as his hand continued up your backside, moving around to your hip. “What do you want with me?” You whispered as his other hand moved up your stomach, stopping just under your chest.

“I have a strange interest in human women,” Wooyoung answered. “My own kind have often ridiculed me for it and even going so far as to ostracize me for it.”

You swallowed the knot that had formed in your throat. “What kind of interest?”

Wooyoung chuckled unceremoniously as his hands made quick work of the bonds holding your ankle, cutting through the rope like it was nothing. Like it was made of—

“Wait,” you gasped as the realization dawned on you. “Is this spider web?!”

Wooyoung laughed. “Took you long enough but even then, most don’t ever figure it out,” he answered. “You’re a smart one, Y/N.”

You glanced back at him from behind you. “What kind of interest do you have in human women?” you asked, trying to gauge his reaction. He looked up from your backside, eyes meeting yours in a heated gaze.

“A sexual one.”

Your stomach dropped at the implications of his words at the same time a heat rushed to your core. ‘A sexual interest?’

“What does that mean? Like you want to study the human body?”

Wooyoung chuckled again, shaking his head. “I think you know exactly what it means, sweetheart,” he answered.

Your heart hammered in your chest.

“You want to…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“I want to mate with them,” he finished the sentence for you.

Your cheeks burned, heat flooding your core and rushing between your thighs.

Wooyoung let out a soft laugh. “You’re a strange one,” he said softly, hands moving down to your thighs. “I mention sex one time and your scent changes.”

Your face flushed with heat, realizing he could smell your arousal.

“First you reeked of fear and now? Nothing but arousal,” he noted, leaning in to sniff again. “Seems I’m not the only one interested in cross species breeding,” he continued.

You felt his hands withdraw from your body and twisted to try and get a look at him but he was no longer behind you. You heard a scuttling and turned back around to find him in front of you, face inches from yours.

“So how about it?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I’ll even give you this key if you let me have my way with you.”

You gulped, staring back at him looking between his black eyes.

After a moment, you slowly nodded. “But,” you added. “Leave my ass alone.”

Wooyoung laughed loudly.

“Deal,” he answered, moving quickly behind you.

You felt his hands reach around to undo the button and zipper of your shorts before quickly discarding them along with your panties. “Wow, you waste no time,” you gasped as you felt his fingers spread your folds.

“There’s no need to,” he replied. “You seem to be properly lubricated,” he answered. “Could you possibly untie me, though?” you asked, sounding hopeful and trying to glance behind you.

“No,” he answered flatly. “I prefer this,” he added.

Silence fell between the two of you for a moment before he spoke up again.

“But I suppose I could make you more comfortable though.”

You sighed in relief as he cut through the bonds on your wrist and neck, moving your arms behind your back and quickly wrapping them in the same thick white ropes of webbing. “Is that too tight?” he asked, satisfied when you shook your head.

“Good,” he replied, reaching around to quickly unbutton your top, leaving it open and exposing your black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he noted, ducking his head to look under your body at the material.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Wooyoung chuckled, rolling his eyes before grabbing your hips. “You sure you don’t want to see what you’re getting yourself into?” He asked.

You hesitated. Did you want to see it? Was it human or was it something else.

“Do you think I should?” you asked, not sure if you wanted to or not.

Part of you was curious while the rational part of you said no way.

Without answering you, Wooyoung’s hands left your hips and you heard him moving around your body, leaving your glistening cunt exposed to the cool air of the cave.

You waited in anticipation as he rounded in front of you and held your gaze with his black eyes.

Slowly, your eyes traveled down his chest and torso until you saw it.

Your eyes widened, lips parting in a soft gasp.

At the base of his torso was a slit, just past where the golden skin blended into the blackish purple. Protruding from the slit was what you would call his cock.

It was dark indigo at the base, close to the body, fading into a very pale lilac, the same color as his tongue. The head of the shaft was very bulbous, thinning as it neared the base.

The sides of the shaft were covered in rows of bumps. The entire thing curved back towards his body and allowed you to see the thick vein on the underside that ran the entire length. The pointed head was rounded at the tip with light ridges that rippled down to the glans.

Your eyes moved back up to meet his gaze. “Are you scared yet?” he asked.

You shook your head. If anything, you were more turned on by seeing exactly what he was about to put inside you. Wooyoung’s stoic expression morphed into amusement. “Is that so?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you answered him. “I’ve had bigger.”

You weren’t exactly certain where the sudden boldness came from but it seemed to do the trick. The smirk on Wooyoung’s face dropped and he quickly rounded back behind you. “We’ll see about that,” he retorted.

You felt his hands on your hips, tilting your body down as he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Just to be certain,” he said, hesitating. “You are giving me permission to mate you?” You rolled your eyes with an annoyed groan. “Yes, just fuck me already!”

Without another word, Wooyoung pulled your hips back, pushing his cock past your folds and driving it deep into your wet pussy.

You let out an involuntary moan as he bottomed out, cock stretching your walls as they fluttered around him.

“Oh,” he murmured. “You’re much tighter than I expected.”

You let out a moan as he gave you a measured thrust, pushing and pulling your hips back, your ass meeting his own hips.

Another moan left your lips as you felt his cock throb inside your cunt.

“So warm and wet,” he noted with a shudder. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he added with a hint of amusement. “Just fuck me, damn it,” you hissed, regretting your words almost instantly as he set a merciless and unrestrained pace, ramming into you with a strength you’d never experienced.

“Oh holy shit,” you gasped, the sound of your skin hitting his reverberating off the walls and echoing around the cavern as he relentlessly drilled your pussy.

“I don’t think I’ll last long,” Wooyoung grunted, the tightness of your walls clearly affecting him more than he let on. “So quick?” You teased, the brat in you jumping out. “Keep teasing me,” he urged. “And I’ll make you regret it.”

You let out a whimper, your nails digging into your palms as you felt one of his hands make contact with your ass, your walls tightening around his cock. “You humans are so predictable,” he noted with a chuckle.

“Always like being spanked.”

You moaned loudly, ignoring the way the sound filled the cave along with the lewd wet sounds of his cock entering your soaked cunt repeatedly and the sound of your skin hitting his with each thrust.

“Was the last guardian this rough with you?” he asked, his grip on your hips tightening, fingers digging into your bare waist.

‘How did he know about that? Could he smell it?’

You shook your head, moan after moan leaving your lips as your head hung, unable to keep it up anymore.

“I can tell. He was too tame. Too soft on you.”

You raised your head to speak but let out a yelp as you felt a sharp pain in your back just above your hip. “What are you doing?” you yelled as you felt Wooyoung’s tongue run over the same spot.

“Marking you,” he answered. You whined, pulling against the restraints. “What about your venom? Isn’t that gonna make me pass out?”

Wooyoung let out another chuckle. “I didn’t inject any venom this time,” he answered. “Just teeth, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to respond but found yourself unable as one of his hands grabbed the bindings around your wrists, pulling back and pulling you into his thrusts. “Stop talking,” he growled. “You’re going to ruin this with your words.”

You obeyed his demand, simply moaning loudly, each thrust drawing whimpers and groans as you neared your peak. He wasn’t far behind, his thrust growing sloppier and more erratic told you he was about to blow any moment.

As your walls convulsed around him, you finally tumbled over the edge, coming with a loud, wanton moan, your cunt gripping him tightly.

Wooyoung wasn’t far behind, his grip on your hips tighter, his sharp nails digging into your flesh as he came with a growl, hips stilling as he flooded your abused hole with his sticky seed.

Each spurt inside you made his throbbing cock twitch until it subsided, thick strings of the viscous fluid leaking from you and spilling onto the cave floor.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your body shuddering as you came down from your high.

“That certainly was interesting,” Wooyoung said from behind you, slightly breathless. You winced as he pulled his cock free from your cunt, more of his seed spilling onto the floor. “And don’t worry about that,” he added as he moved to release your arms from their bonds.

“I’ve mated with enough human women to know we aren’t compatible.”

Your legs shook as Wooyoung lowered you to your feet, his strong hands holding you steady. “You alright?” he asked softly, watching you carefully. You nodded slowly. “Just a little wobbly,” you admitted. Wooyoung chuckled as he let go.

Your eyes landed on the knife he’d thrown away earlier, now laying at your feet.

“Well,” he said suddenly, drawing your attention. You looked up at him as he removed the key from around his neck. “A deal is a deal,” he added, holding out the string for you to take. You extended your hand and took the key from him.

“Here are your clothes,” he added, also holding out your shorts and panties.

You took them hesitantly and glanced up at him.

“You’re really going to let me go?” You asked softly.

He nodded. “Unless you’d prefer I eat you,” he answered with a devilish grin. “I’m being generous. Leave before I change my mind.”

With that, you hurried past him. “Take a left at the fork,” he called to you as he disappeared into the blackness behind you. You hurried down the tunnel, stopping briefly to pull your clothes back on, making sure to button your blouse and shorts back up before glancing at the key in your hand.

You heard a shift echo in the tunnel and quickly continued on, taking the left at the fork and noticed how the rock began to give way to wooden shelves, lined with books. The door came into view and you reached it, twisting the knob and throwing it open, slamming it shut behind you and leaning against it for support.

Glancing up you were met with the sight of Seonghwa looking at you from the desk.

“Welcome back,” he called, setting his quill down and bringing his hands together.

“I trust you were successful?”

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aew-kun-age-regression · 10 months

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Hey! I love your blog and your blog has really helped me be more open about my age regression. Would you be open to write a story about cg!hotch X cg!reid X little reader? Thanks have a great day💕

Hii!! I am sooo sorry this took so long!! I was having really bad writers block and then I completely forgot about all the story requests I had!!

I'm so glad my blog has helped you with your age regression!! <3

I hope this is okay 😅

"At work.."

Pairings: Caregiver!Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid x Little!Reader.

Summary: You slip at work, lucky your caregivers are there to help.

Warnings: the briefest mentions of a case revolving children, nicknames (daddy, dada, sweetheart, sweetie, bub, kiddo.)

Daddy - Hotch

Dada - Reid

(Gender Neutral Reader)

‼️ THIS IS NOT NSFW ‼️

NOT Proofread

You were currently sat at your desk. It was one of the rare days that the bau were in the office, working on paperwork.

You'd been slipping all day and we're finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the folder that sat currently in front of you.

The bau were unaware that you were a regressor. Well apart from Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner. They both knew. They had become your caregivers.

Hotch was the first to know after he found you in a cupboard in a hotel after a particularly hard case involving children, he'd noticed how upset you'd been during the case and was originally going to just check up on you, but upon finding you crying, with a pacifier in your mouth he'd had a change of plans. He spent that evening watching over you and then proceeded to approach you on the topic in the morning when you were no longer small.

Spencer had found out soon after. He was good at profiling and had noticed your childlike innocence. He spoke to Hotch who in turn spoke to him about the situation, asking Reid not to mention this to anyone else.

Soon after that interaction there was an incident where you had slipped at work. Hotch was too busy to be able to watch you so Spence volunteered. You ended up having lots of fun with him. And so from that point on both Hotch and Spencer became your caregivers.

Spencer approached you slowly.

"Sweetheart you feeling small..?" He asked you quietly.

You looked up panicked.

"it's okay sweetie.. it's just dada.."

You nodded, tears in your eyes.

"oh it's okay bub.. Do you wanna go see Daddy??"

You nodded again.

Spencer gently took your hand in his own and led you to Hotch's office, knocking gently on the door.

A simple "come in" from Hotch was all it took before Spencer guided you into the room.

"Reid?? What's wrong??" Hotch asked upon seeing you holding his hand.

"They slipped whilst doing some paperwork and I thought it would be best for them to calm down and be regressed in here instead of in the open.." Spencer spoke looking to Hotch.

Hotch gently hugged you.

"do you want to do some colouring kiddo?"

You nodded eagerly.

Aaron took your hand from Reid.

"can you go get their regression bag from the boot of my car??"

"of course"

Reid left to go get your bag whilst Hotch got you settled on the couch in his office.

"now daddy has to carry on working but I'll be in here with you, yeah?"

"mhm.."

"okay Sweetheart."

Reid came back quickly, knocking on the door and then slipping in. He placed the bag down next to you and kissed your forehead.

"I'm going to get back to work before the others start asking questions. Have fun okay bub?"

"okii dada!!"

"okay Reid."

You and Hotch answered.

You ended up colouring 4 different pictures, you chose to do two for each of your caregivers. Labeling 'dada' and 'daddy' on the respective colourings.

Hotch decided to drive both you and Spencer back to Reid's house.

Hotch made you dinner whilst Spencer sat with you reading.

You fell asleep calmly knowing that your caregivers would always be there to help you when needed.

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brandogenius · 3 months

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hear me out on this one… boygenius x protective!reader

i hear you anon! i love it!! i’m sorry i may not have done it justice! this was quite a hard one!

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - boygenius x protective!reader

[Phoebe]

phoebe can kinda be a bit of a menace. not really aware of her surroundings. king would cross the road without looking. you having to drag her by the arm or back of her shirt - "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"crossing the road duh" "you could've gotten hurt- THERE WAS A CAR COMING STRAIGHT TOWARDS YOU”

“ YEAH WELL IT WASNT FAST SO I HAD ENOUGH TIME TO CROSS"

you're heavily considering getting one of those child leash's parents clip onto their backpack so phoebe doesn't run into ongoing traffic

“TAKING RISKS - PARKOUR” sighing into your hand watching phoebe run across ongoing traffic you walk when the LIGHT IS GREEN

[Lucy]

i imagine a situation where both of you are at a club. hear me out. masc trade who is TALLER than lucy. 5’11? you’re taller than lucy anyway

at a club and lucy asks you to mind her drink while she uses the bathroom. you protect it with your LIFE. back against the talk, hand over the top of the drink- ready to throw hands at anyone who even dares to come closer.

coming back, you hand the drink back to lucy and decide to head out and back home for the night. hand holding onto lucy’s tightly as you both walk out. you stay close, not wanting to get lost or break away. shoving through crowds, dodging anyone who tries to come over to dance or talk. you move lucy in front of you one hand on her shoulder the other intertwined as you make your way out.

[Julien]

being in the pit during concerts was an experience. whether it was a good or bad experience entirely depends. both you and julien had tickets to a concert the both of you wanted to go to. unfortunately most of the time it means queuing up early to get the best spots near barricade. but that was something you both were willing to take

managing to be the first 20 in line you got pretty good spots at barricade. julien in front of you as you were behind her. waiting for the show to start you started to realise a lot of people were shoving. trying to get a spot at barricade. going as far as shoving people who were AT barricade aside so they get shoved behind. you watched as a bunch of girls tried shoving their way towards you and julien. standing beside you, you watch them try shoving julien.

you weren’t going to let that happen no way. you moved aside, blocking their view, leaning in the middle between behind and beside julien. giving those girls no room nor access to try and sneakily get to the barricade. “you have more patience than me” julien chuckling up at you, knowing exactly what you did. “wasn’t gonna let them take our spot when we queued up for hours. it’s only fair”

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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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oh my golly bro congrats on 350 followers 🫣‼️ for the event hehe can i pretty please request m!reader catching belphie jerkin off and like uses this opportunity to fuck him back to sleep cuz like catching belphie half conscious is like once a full moon 🌝

𖥻 characters... belphegor x m!reader

𖥻 genre... nsfw oneshot

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, amab!reader, dom top!reader, brat!belphegor, established relationship, desperate demon [...maybe he's a lil ooc i don't know him well enough apologies in advance], dirty talking [a lot LMFAOOOO], semi somno??? not really?? idk, teasing, dry humping LMFAOOO, ... use of the pact against him LOLLLLL [might count as power play? it's not for long tho!], pet names!!! [baby, darling, my love etc etc], fingering [we aren't ruthless here babes], scratching [no mention of blood!!], despite these all warnings it's actually kinda soft 😭

𖥻 a.n... AAAA thank u for ur support anon!!!! n yes u lovely human ofc u can get this, gotta be one of the best reqs i've ever received fr ‼️ i hope this was to ur liking anon!! pls send more reqs the population appreciates ur idea amen 🙏 hope this one doesn't get taken down like my baizhu + pantalone fic :sob:

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within the house of lamentation, one demon laid awake in the dead of night. the house was quiet, as most of it's inhabitants were asleep, but the attic was occupied by a rather needy demon. albeit, he was hardly conscious, but he was awake enough to feel desperate to reach his high.

belphegor was getting tired, he had been trying to cum for way too long now, and all he wanted was to go back to sleep. even if he could just sleep it off, the raging hard on and the obscene thoughts prevented him from comfortably dozing off.

the avatar of sloth let out a loud whine, tears building up in his eyes out of pure desperation. the pillow he had been grinding into was nowhere near enough, nothing he was doing was enough, he needed you.

luckily for him, you were awake too. you were already on your way to his room, somehow finding yourself unable to sleep and knowing you would have some success if you were with your sleepy boyfriend.

as you neared the attic, you could faintly hear some... odd noises coming from the room. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, quietly stalking up the stairs in hopes of getting a better idea of what the sound really was.

thanks to your bleary, sleep-deprived mind, it took you a while to recognise where the noise was originating from. you nearly choked on your own spit and your eyes widened at the realisation, your cock (who was already half hard from your little... daydream earlier that evening) twitched in your pajama pants.

once close enough, you were able to make out a whiny "please mc, i need you." and it was more than enough to wake you up.

as quietly as you could, you pushed the door open, silently leaning against the doorway to watch the demon squirm around on his bed. it felt as though your breath had been knocked out of you, he looked like a mess. you could only imagine how long he had been humping his cherished pillow to try and cum, whining and begging at empty space for you.

you were trying your damned hardest to not go over to him and ravish him, you wanted him to realise you were there, that you had seen him pathetically rut against his pillow, but holding yourself back was proving harder than you expected.

you couldn't help but pay attention to the sheen of sweat that covered his body, nor could you ignore his hand that was feeling himself up. it tempted you, and you resorted to digging your fingernails into your palm to stop yourself from going over there and fucking him back to sleep.

"m-mc, nnh, help me, please." despite sounding drowsy and like he would fall asleep at any given second, his voice cracked at your name in between hushed pants and heady whines.

"do you want me to help you, darling?" you called out, pushing yourself off the door frame and sauntering your way towards him.

"mhm!" came his quick reply, which, admittedly threw you off. normally he'd be more of a brat, he'd tease and drag out the moment for as long as he could. as you neared him, you began to realise that his eyes were screwed shut and his movements seemed rather... sluggish, almost as though he wasn't completely awake.

it was then that you realised that belphegor was merely half-awake, only conscious enough to know that he wanted to cum. you couldn't help but let out an incredulous chuckle, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"mc, please, he-elp me!" the demon's voice broke in the middle of his sentence to let out a high-pitched moan, hips stuttering against the cow-printed pillow.

you hushed him while your hand grazed his thigh, groping the plush muscle. it was all he needed to cum, spluttering as he painted the cushion white with his seed. you cooed, lifting his bangs away from his forehead to give him a peck.

his hand naturally made a grab for your arm, bringing it up to his face so he could nuzzle into your hold. you took note of the way his eyes remained shut, yet his grip was tight like he wasn't intending on letting you go anytime soon.

you let out a surprised noise as the demon suddenly tugged you down, pulling you into a kiss. you climbed on the bed, moving the cum-stained pillow to the side to straddle the demon, all without breaking the kiss. it didn't take long for the kiss to become heated, and you could feel his dick hardening again.

you wanted to make fun of him, but you weren't much better. your cock was hard and painful against its tight constraint, though you didn't have much time to worry about it as belphegor thrusted his hips up against yours.

belphegor whimpered against your lips, doing it once more, clearly proud of the way your breath faltered at the friction. you huffed against the kiss, hands moving down to keep his hips still, taking control of the situation by rolling your hips down on him.

his arms immediately grabbed a hold of your upper arms, nails digging into the flesh. you broke off the kiss when the lack of air began constricting your lungs, despite the demon's attempts to bring you back down. you panted harshly while your eyes raked over his appearance, sucking in a breath through your teeth when you noticed the precum that had dribbled onto his stomach.

your eyes shifted back to his face, surprised to be met with his bleary-eyed gaze. his eyes were half-lidded, and you could just make out his dilated, unfocused pupils in the dim lighting of the attic. he was panting, but he was oddly not as out of breath as you were. it flustered you, seeing him not as affected as you were, though you tried not to let it show.

however, if the tongue poking out to wet his lips that were quirked up in a smirk was anything to go by, you knew he could tell, in fact, you'd say he was proud of how breathless he made you.

"you look proud," you commented, nails lightly scratching up and down his body, "you didn't think i'd just let you get away with all this teasing, did you?" you made sure to grind down harshly on his cock, a shiver going down your spine at the action.

belphegor smiled sweetly albeit drowsily, though you could see the underlying defiance behind it, his hands moving down to grab a hold of your waist. you quirked your eyebrow, giving him a warning look to which he responded by batting his eyelashes in feign innocence at you.

in a swift move, you held both of his wrists in one hand, shoving them into the pillows above his head. "behave." you warned even though you were aware it wouldn't do much, so you also ceased the movement of your hips.

he whined as a response, squirming around in your grasp with no real strength, his hips pathetically attempting to rut against you. you want to chuckle at his desperation, but the cloth that constricts your cock is all you can think about. you're silent for a moment, thinking of how you could simultaneously take off your pants while keeping the demon in place.

he tries to struggle again, until you remember the power you hold over him. your attention shifts back to him and a wicked smile grows on your lips, which manages to get him to lay still.

"sit still for me, sweetheart." the pet name trickled out of your lips in a sickly sweet manner as a way to get back at him, and you saw the moment it registered that you words weren't a warning, but instead a command using the pact between the two of you.

you took pleasure in the way his cock twitched underneath you at the realisation, wasting no time in shifting off of him to shuffle out of the piece of fabric that got in the way between and him. while doing so, you made sure to grab the lube the avatar of sloth kept tucked between the sea of pillows.

you took in a shuddered breath when the cool air hit your hard cock, feeling belphegor's heavy gaze watching your every move. you made a show of moving back to him, purposely slowing your actions, taking your time to get back to the demon who's eyes hadn't moved away from your body.

the closer you got, the more his eyes drooped, like he was overtaken by his need and lust for you. you sat next to him with your knees tucked beneath your thighs, gently propping him up to how you wanted him, your touches lingering in a way you knew would have his dick twitching and leaking precum.

"stop teasing!" belphegor cried out groggily, body frozen still while under your control. the rush you got seeing him unable to fight against the order made through the pact helped spur you on.

you nestled behind him, his knees touching each other while folded against his thighs gave you the perfect view of his plump ass. you were unable to resist the urge to knead the flesh, leaning forward to massage the plush muscle.

with one hand resting on him, your other hand moved away to squeeze a generous amount of lube on your hand.

"wanna touch ya." he slurred out before you could touch him, the hands above his head wriggling in attempt to get you to recall the command you had on him. you debated for a bit, weighing between undoing the command or keeping it in place. though the second option sounded tempting, you decided against it.

"touch me all you want, belphie." without a second to spare, his arms found themselves wrapped loosely around your neck, urging you to come closer to him. he pulled you into a kiss, and you're not one to deny your demon. with your tongues intertwined, it gave you the perfect opportunity to inch your hand closer to his ass.

he gasped into the kiss when you slowly inserted your digit into him, his hips wiggling around to adjust to the feeling. you distracted him by wrapping your free hand around his hard cock, massaging his sticky tip that made his back arch into you.

you adored the way his eyes glazed over as his mouth fell open in a silent moan while you worked him open, pulling out your fingers when you decided he was loose enough for you.

"keep your eyes on me, darling." you aligned your cock with his fluttering hole, holding onto his knees as you pushed yourself into him. when you finally bottomed out, the two of you sighed simultaneously, your head tilting backwards at the feeling while your grip on him tightened.

the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated throughout the room, joined by the sound of belphegor's sinful cries.

"gonna fuck you back t' sleep, jus' like you deserve." the demon whimpered, eyes falling shut and back arching off the bed. he clung onto you, mumbling incoherently under his breath as you continued to pound into him.

you leaned down to pepper kisses on his face in order to silence the moans threatening to spill from your mouth, the avatar of sloth turning his head towards you and soaked up all the attention you were spoiling him with.

"yeah, you like that don't you, baby?" the words spilled out of your mouth, along with the grunts in between your words. you could hardly think straight, belphegor's hole clenching around you in ways that left you feeling breathless.

"mmf, right- right there!" his nails scratch at your back, his legs pulling you impossibly closer and keeping your hips in place. your eyes tightly squeezed shut when he clamped down on you, almost like he was trying to milk you for all you were worth.

all it took was one more deep thrust from you and all the strength left his body, his arms dropping onto the bed while his chest rose and fell erratically. he came, painting both his and your stomach white with his cum.

the avatar of sloth shot you a weak smile before his head lolled over to the side, snores filling up the quiet room. you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the demon, in a state of disbelief that someone could fall asleep after being fucked like that.

you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips as you nestled behind belphegor, throwing your arm around his waist. you whispered a quiet, "sweet dreams, my love." before succumbing to your own slumber.

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june-julie · 2 years

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Scream queen.

Stu macher x fem!reader

Minors DNI or you will be blocked !

Summary: Stu leaves you alone for a moment and once he returns,he never wanted to wrip your clothes off more than he did right that moment.

Note: okay before I start I just wanted to say, please don’t steal my work, it took me a long time. And also this was originally meant to be for my DR script so i guess you could say I have experience 🤭‼️ im sorry for the horribly explained summary I suck at them.

after agreeing to flee from the events of the woodsboro massacre and settling into an cabin Your parents had bought some time ago to go on break for on summer thanks to a certain blonde boy who you always just cant seem to never say no to. 2 weeks later an idea crosses your mind, that you just couldn’t seem to brush and just had to try out with Stu. At first though, it started off as an innocent thought, and never in a million years had Stu thought you would do something like this, he viewed you as a dove, fragile innocent and he couldn’t possibly let anything happen to he’s little angel.

But oh by god how he would found the scene before him so fucking sexy.

But this thought you had was so reoccurring that one day you gave in that urge you had, and today you felt just about confident enough to do it without cracking a single giggle, because tonight was not going to be a laughing matter. Tonight you were going to show him how much you were grateful for being he’s final girl.

so you crept out of your room silently, hoping Stu wasn’t inside of his room as you snook in to take his murderous stigma. It wasn’t tricky figuring out where he had placed his infamous ghostface ‘costume’ and neither was It hard to spot the shining blade on the window sill. you take his knife (never intending to use it of course) to match your planned attire, then you make sure to take his mask rather than Billy’s, a token for himself afterwards . You find the rest of the infamous ghostface ‘costume’ and do a little altering to it until you were satisfied, and with that you snuck off into your room to set your idea into motion.

a few minutes passed when all of a sudden Stu was looking for you, normally around this time you two would cuddle up together to a nice slasher playing on the television. But this time as much as you wanted too you still didn’t reply when he called out your name, instead making him having to purposely look for you. “..y/n?” He called out from downstairs and you could practically hear the pout in his voice. Biting back a grin you pulled the mask down and unto your face then stood up and went behind the door.

At first, he had thought you playing a trick back on him as he does this kind of stuff to you all the time, and At the thought of that a Mischievous grin tugged at his lips. ‘Awwo, how cute’ he thought, the idea of you thinking you could make him scream made him almost giggle.

But, that is until he looks behind the door and you’re standing there with the ghostface mask, and immediately he’s interest is piqued and you could tell by the way he quirked up his eyebrow.

“Y/n-“

before he says anything you shush him with the dull side of the blade. At first he’s a little unsure what you’re getting at but goes along, trusting you enough that you don’t go gutting him spleen to sternum. But you could tell by that grin on his face and by a certain something else too .. he was excited.

You put the voice modulator up to your mouth and spoke “sit down on the bed, sweetheart.” t came out more of a purr. He did just as you said and sat himself down on the rather comfortable bed and laid he’s hands behind him and from here he looked you up and down observing you almost like prey and fuck, how he enjoyed this.

you walked over to him, and with your free hand, you pushed him down gently with a shove, so he was now laying. And again with Voice modulator up you spoke “oh Stu Stu Stu,” you started, “what am I to do with you, hm? Pretty boy.” And with the dull side of the knife you ran it down his chest teasingly slow until it came to the waistband of his pants. “I don’t know what id like more, to see your insides or for you to feel mine.”

“Honey, if you keep talking Im gonna cum before you even begin” he groaned, looking to you with hooded eyes full of lust as you straddled his lap, you smirked and pulled him for a heated kiss, tugging gently on his soft dirty blonde roots which caused him to groan, you grinded into his lap whether you were aware of it or not. You were already wet but feeling he’s clothed erection your folds practically made you dripping.

Then suddenly you stood up Stu whined from loss of contact ��do you promise to be a good boy?” You mock pouted as you batted your lashes At the boy in front of you who was already panting and whining at your feet, he nodded his Head to you. You held his chin and tilted your masked face to him as you tutted “use your words.” And there was something about that modulator that made your already sexy voice just that extra bit arousing. “Ill be good” he replied “atta boy” you released his chin “please y/n” he begs and whimpers, you chuckle. “You’re so fucking needy for my pussy.” You tease all of the blood that was rushed to his face went straight down to his cock.

You undid his pants and slid them to his ankles with ease. teasingly slow you took off his boxer, his erection springing loss and the tip was already leaking with pre-cum and your mouth Just couldn’t help itself and was already watering from the sight. You took off the mask which was made to be in a permanent scream, no need for that you thought, I’ll being my own screaming soon. You looked up at him doe through your eyelashes as you licked the tip, watching as he cursed under his breath “you’re so fucking pretty sweetheart” then you took him all in your mouth, ignoring the arousal that was pooling in your clothed core just for now. His hands went to your hair in a makeshift ponytail and he would occasionally tug at it, making you moan on his cock sending a vibration that he definitely did not miss.

Stu’s strained whimpers filled the dimly lit rooms walls “im gonna, fuck, im gonna cum” suddenly at this pulled away Stu whined “y/nnn!” “Beg for it “ you said “please! “ he whimpered “please what?” You replied edging him “Let me cum on your pretty tits” he whined “your so hot when you beg” you edged, “come on then pretty boy” you fondled his balls and it didnt take much for him be sent over the edge, and he came. Feeling the warm cum on your breast and seep in-between your black delicately laced bra gave you an content sigh at your job ahead of you,

Once he came down from he’s high he snapped into he’s senses, grabbing you by the hand he lead you unto the bed “let me clean pretty princess up” he said, now towering over you. With his hands at either side of your head on the bed he dipped and began licking up his cum on your breast as you released a moan “Stu- fuck,” you could feel him grin as he’s hand wandered down to your arousal, he hooked his fingers around thin fabric as his tongue slid down from your breast to your stomach until he went lower.

He wasn’t gonna let you play psycho killer so easily without punishment.

#Stu macher x reader #Stu macher smut #scream 1996 #fem!reader #18+#Stu macher x fem reader smut #Billy loomis #scream #ghostface x reader #ghostface #smut #minors DNI

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arlecchno · 2 years

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mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

three | him

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your first encounter with viktor at the campus grounds led to a murder the next day. scaramouche thinks this case is not it for the both of you, and he needs to work on his personal space. childe seems to get the hint of the blooming relationship, while you two are still a bunch of oblivious junk heads.

warnings: swearing, slight protective scara, another childe appearance, oblivious scara lmao, mention of weapons and murder

a/n: chap 3 is here! sorry for the delay, midterms' been kicking my butt and it's only the first week of it. i have another week of midterms so hopefully i can finish up chap 4 by saturday or sunday so that i can focus on my studies 😵 happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

“what the hell…” scaramouche mumbled, looking at the text you sent him.

annoying ass

BRO

come down to the campus park

now

URGENT‼️

he sighed. “just when i thought i could rest, i’m fresh out of the shower too.” he grumbled. quickly taking his clothes, he got ready.

whatever that might be, hopefully it's not one of her stupid shenanigans, he thought.

throwing on a simple beige t-shirt and some pants, he stepped out of his room. he took his keys and wallet along with his phone, making sure the door is locked before heading out.

you groaned. it's been 5 minutes and he still hasn't come down yet. you stared at the phone, read, it said.

you really don't have the patience for this. you darted your eyes towards the view in front of you instead. looking at your surroundings, you made sure no one is close so that you could tell scaramouche what happened previously.

archons, can he be any slower?

“what in the world could you possibly need for you to make me come down and kill my rest time?” scaramouche’s voice popped up behind you. speaking of the devil.

“goodnes! finally, you're here. you have no idea what just happened!” you whisper-shouted, shooting him a look to sit down at the park bench beside you. scaramouche let out a sigh, but obliged anyways.

“if you don’t start talking i will actually leave you here” he muttered, taking a seat beside you. he leaned back, getting comfortable on the seat first before looking at you.

you rolled your eyes at his words.

“you couldn't believe who i just met!” you said, taking a sip of the drink you bought at the campus cafe a few blocks away.

you looked at scaramouche.

“want some?” you questioned, pointing out to the drink.

he stared at the drink for a couple of seconds before snatching it away from you. “you owe me one after making me come down here for you.” he said, taking a gulp of the drink before looking at it.

strawberry tea, it’s one of your favourite tea flavours, he thinks before shaking off his thoughts. “continue.” he ordered.

“so um i basically met viktor. viktor stepanov. the guy that is our suspect!” you whisper-shouted again. “at first i didn't really recognise-“

“you what?” scaramouche suddenly interrupted you. he was frowning, thinking of something you really couldn't tell what.

“let me finish, dude.” you rolled your eyes. “i didn't recognise him at first glance but then he introduced himself-“

“wait, wait.” he interrupted again. he was pinching his nose and groaning. what could he be possibly be so mad about, you thought.

“you met him? y/n, do you know how dangerous that can be? what if he had something on him? he's a serial killer for archon's sake! who knows what he could be bringing along with him!” he rasped. looking at you, he frowned again.

you were looking at him weirdly as if something’s wrong.

finally registering what he said earlier, he went blank. what am i doing, he thought.

“ugh—sorry. it just slipped out. i know you're a great detective and i'm aware that you can defend yourself if anything were to happen.” he said, rubbing his forehead while doing so.

“are you okay at least?” he asked.

“yes.” you said firmly. “i'm fine, scara. no need to worry about me. like you said, i'm pretty capable of defending myself. and he wouldn't dare to even do such a thing at the campus ground. not when there are litters of students everywhere.”

you looked around the campus filled with countless of students to prove your point, before darting your eyes towards the person beside you.

scaramouche sighed, bringing a hand to brush his indigo hair back. “i know.” he looked away, paying attention to his surroundings instead. taking a few seconds to relax, he speaks up again. “you can continue.”

you stared at him, furrowing your brows. he will never let that go, will he…

“anyways, i met him by coincidence. i was sitting on one of these benches when he approached me suddenly. i introduced myself first, he then did the same, and that's when i immediately recognised him.” you said, remembering your first encounter with him.

“i'm viktor. viktor stepanov. a pleasure to meet you.” he says, holding out his hand to you.

you blinked, taking your time to register his words. slightly widening your eyes, you almost lost your composure.

what the actual fuck, you screamed internally. this was not how you expected your first encounter with him to be.

you expected that you’d meet him in your first class with him which is mass communication. or maybe get paired up with him on a project or something, but definitely not like this. you blinked again, realising that you might’ve acted suspicious.

you cleared your throat. you held out your hand to him, shaking his hand. “i'm sorry, i seemed to be distracted just now.” you made up an excuse. hopefully he doesn’t catch on my lie, you thought.

you're a pretty good liar yourself so it'd be a shocking if he were to find out you were lying.

he brightened up. “oh? and what might be the cause of it?” he asked innocently.

“oh! um…” you tried to find your words. “you're a pretty attractive guy, is all...” you mumbled before widening your eyes.

what the hell, y/n! out of all excuses! you could’ve just said you saw a squirrel at the tree behind him or something, he’s a serial killer for archon's sake! that is not attractive at all! you scolded yourself internally.

“ah… thank you?” viktor paused, retracting his hand from yours to rub his neck. “i get that quite a lot, but i honestly don’t really see it” he continued, slightly embarrassed at the compliment you gave him.

you really want to hit yourself through a wall right now.

“um, yeah sorry about that” you said sheepishly, scratching your cheek. “anyways, what year are you in?” you asked, wanting to end this awkward moment as soon as possible.

“i’m actually going on my fourth, i’m graduating next spring.” he replied. “what about you? it’s uncommon for students to transfer to other campus' in the middle of the semester.”

“ah… about that. it just so happens that i was offered an opportunity to transfer here. my old uni isn’t as cool as this” you made up an answer.

“i'm taking mass communication and criminology, on my fourth year as well.”

“no way, i take mass comm too!” he grinned. “do you have any classes on tuesday morning and wednesday evening? if so then it’d be nice to sit together! i have mass comm on those days.”

“...sure? i don't really remember my schedule yet so we’ll see.” you said. please let this conversation end, i need to report this to scara asap, you thought.

for someone who goes on a killing spree on a daily basis, he sure talks a lot. maybe he's not our prime suspect, you think again.

“cool! we’ll see on tuesday. hopefully we get to meet each other again.” he said excitedly, before looking at the watch on his wrist.

“ah, i really need to get going. i'm late for something” said viktor. “well, i'll see you around! it was nice meeting you, luna. hopefully we can be good friends.” he smiled at you, before waving and going off his way.

you swear you saw a glint through the backpack he's carrying on his shoulder.

“and that’s basically what happened” you said, turning to scaramouche to see his reaction. he was at lost for words, slightly twitching his eyes.

“come on.” he suddenly stood up. “we’re continuing this at the dorm. it’s getting late” he says, taking a look at the sun that’s slowly about to set.

most students are gone now, getting ready to end their day in the dorms.

you two didn't really do much that night except for binging a movie together on the couch, while also bickering with scaramouche for taking all of the snacks for himself.

the next morning wasn't that great either.

staring off at your laptop screen, you watch childe’s reaction slowly turning into shock after you told him what happened yesterday.

“are you kidding me?! we just got a new case today about viktor!” childe shouted, rummaging through his desk to look for the case file.

you looked at the time on your laptop screen in the meantime, 8:45 am. there’s the weekly briefing today so all of them are probably at the precint by now, you thought. i really miss my desk…

“look” childe said, showing the case file. “ah wait, i'll show you through the screen so that you can see more clearly.” quickly opening the case file from his desk computer, childe shared his screen to you.

“yesterday. killed someone off a few miles away from campus.”

you almost spit out your coffee.

“what the hell?” scaramouche joined you, looking over your shoulder to the laptop screen. he was making breakfast while you were sitting on a stool at the kitchen island.

as much as he looks like someone who can’t cook, he surprisingly can do it very well. better than you at some point too. you totally don’t envy him.

“dude, i told you i saw something glint in his bag! it was probably his weapon!” you smacked scaramouche, who is now focused on the screen.

“archons, if i had known i could’ve taken a pic for evidence!” you lowly cursed to yourself.

“don't beat yourself for it. you definitely don't want your cover blown on the first day there.” childe blurted, stopping the screenshare. “you have a class with him on tuesday, correct?”

“…yeah. 9 am, mass comm.” you said, looking at your phone for your schedule. “scara has a psychology class with him too on the same day. what time was it again?” you asked, looking over towards scaramouche who's right next to your face.

“3 pm, i think.” scaramouche replied before moving to the kitchen counter besides the stove, whisking away the pancake batter at the bowl on his hands.

“i don't like how we’re going to classes again. i’ve already learned everything so why should i learn it again? stupid case... and that woman too! why the hell make me suffer?” he huffed, pouring the batter little by little onto the hot pan.

“oh, yeah. talking about captain, how's it going over there?” you asked childe through the screen.

“nothin’ much, we have a briefing in a couple of minutes. signora made me do cleaning duty yesterday, in which i made her buy me a couple of drinks in return. smooching off people’s money is my favourite thing to do” childe quipped, twirling his finger at the air.

"hopefully when you two come back you'll take me out for dinner and drinks, i miss getting crazy with you two, especially y/n. oh how i'd love to see her face when she takes her first sip! what a lightweight she is." childe continued, satisfied with the face you were making through the screen.

you let out a groan. “cheap ass.” you hear scaramouche say, looking over towards him. the pancake was all done and he was getting the plates and utensils for breakfast. you turned back to the screen on your laptop, slightly smiling.

“what?” childe asked.

“nothing.” you said, just in time for scaramouche to slide over the food on the kitchen island.

“done.” said scaramouche, taking a bite of the pancake on his plate. he hummed, acknowledging his cooking skills. you took a portion of the pancake and put it on your plate.

“what are you guys gonna do today? childe asked.

they act like cat and dogs most of the time but now they act like lovebirds out of nowhere, they probably don’t even realise it, childe thought.

“hm… nothing much? i need to do some organising at this dorm since there are a couple of things that needed sorting out. i don't know what this guy is doing later, and i couldn't care less for it” you said, pointing out to the short male beside you with a fork.

reaching out for the syrup, you pour it down on your pancake before taking a bite. you moaned and swayed your feet in contentment.

“and that guy you're talking about just so happens to be the one cooking up your breakfast, and possibly your lunch and dinner too. given how you suck at cooking, you're probably gonna set this dorm on fire.” he retorted.

you glared at him while munching on the pancake he made.

“i'm probably gonna help her clean the dorm. and i'm gonna head out later too, i need to run a couple of errands outside of campus” scaramouche continued, looking over to you who's eating messily.

what a messy woman, he thinks, seeing the syrup dribble down your lip without you even realising.

without a second thought, scaramouche grabbed a tissue. while you were busy talking about whatever crap with childe, scaramouche yanked your chin towards him with his hand and wiped off the syrup on your lips.

your breath hitched for a moment.

it took a few seconds for him to wipe the syrup off before retracting from you, acting as if nothing happened afterwards. you blinked, staring at scaramouche who's now throwing away the tissue in the trash can.

“what?” he raised his brow, looking at you. “you had syrup on your mouth. you should really learn how to eat properly. wouldn't want to turn off any men with your disgusting way of eating.” scaramouche spat.

while the two of you were having your moment, childe on the other screen was stunned.

what in the world is happening, he thought.

i exactly remember how they were going off on each other's throats the other day when picking a restaurant to go to and now they're acting like domestic lovers in a tv drama. childe shook his head, confused on the current relationship within the two of you.

he’s been in the field for the past 2 years. though still pretty new to the precint and way younger than you and scaramouche, he for sure knows this isn't just about your ongoing rivalry between each other. it's way more than that.

whatever, i'll let these two sort it out themselves. whenever that is.

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robotripin · 8 months

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Arthur Morgan x Reader - 18+‼️

Content Warnings: graphic sexual content, jealousy, dominating, back and forth toxic relationship, and a hint of slut shaming.

Word Count: 2,397

Author Note: This is just a quick little one shot. I have a bigger project in the works with Kieran Duffy as the central love interest so this won’t be a multi-part series. Just something I brainstormed last night. (I am new to Tumblr’s writing format btw pls be nice to me) Thanks for reading!

【☆】★【☆】

The sound of drunken group singing drowned out the crackle of the campfire. The smell of whiskey and cigar smoke was heavy in the humid swamp air of Shady Belle.

You already had a quite a few drinks, your mouth tasting of homemade moonshine. You looked at Arthur from across the campfire but he was avoiding your gaze. It was always like this with him. He never could make up his mind on what he wanted. One week he was all over you and the next it was like you weren’t even there. It was infuriating but also exhilarating.

Earlier that evening he had gotten back from saving Jack, previously being gone for a couple weeks getting into all kinds of trouble. But to come back after so long and not even look in your direction? Your blood boiled. You decided tonight he was going to be forced to see you. One way or another.

You stood up and made your way over to Javier strumming his guitar and singing beautifully. You walked behind him, bending over to whisper in his ear. “Why don’t you come play with me when you’re finished here?” You asked him in a low voice, your warm breath against his ear sending a chill down his spine. He gave you a smirk and watched as you walked towards the mansion.

You waited upstairs on the balcony for him, already knowing that he would follow given your very brief history years prior to the Blackwater Heist. When you first joined the gang you immediately fell for his charm but it didn’t take you long to realize that the romance he portrayed was nothing but a ruse to cover his misanthropic nature.

When he finally showed up you already had a cigar lit as you admired the shockingly beautiful night.

He sauntered up to you and took the cigar from your mouth, taking a long drag. “I knew you’d eventually come back to me, cariño.” He said in a sickeningly sweet voice. You reached up and stole his hat. Teasingly putting it in your own head. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he threw the cigar over the balcony and stepped towards you. His hands already found your waist to pull you closer. His warm breath on your neck admittedly gave you goosebumps as he began to leave a trail of kisses working up towards your lips. Through the years you found yourself occasionally thinking of him at night. But having him right there to your disposal… it didn’t feel the same. The butterflies were gone. The spark that was once there died out.

All of a sudden Javier was ripped away from you.

“Get your mangy ass out of here. Now.” Arthur hissed at him. He glared at you, ripping the hat off your head and tossing it towards Javier who was already scurrying away.

You tried you best to suppress your devious smirk but to no avail. He blocked you against the railing of the balcony with his tall frame. Arthur’s look hardened as he saw your amusement.

“You find this funny?” He grabbed you by the back of your shirt and carted you off inside the house. He practically threw you into his room and slammed the door shut, not even bothering to make sure the door latched let alone locked. “You really think you can throw yourself at other men, right in front of me?”

You refused to respond and instead just looked at him with the most bored face you could muster.

“Are you just trying to piss me off or were you really about to fuck Javier?” You shrugged nonchalantly. “You’ve been ignoring me again. I’m not sure what else you expect me to do.” He huffed, running a hand on the back of his neck. “So that’s what this is about? You feel neglected so you’re going to run around acting like a 50¢ whore?”

You remained silent, refusing to dignify such a comment with a response.

“Take your clothes off.” He demanded, lighting a cigarette.

“What-“

“Now. You want to act like a slut? I can treat you like one.”

Your heart fluttered nervously. He had always been a naturally soft and gentle lover. Of course he had his moments but nothing this dominating. This new side of him excited you. You fought the urge to push the boundaries of this new side.

You slowly unbuttoned your blouse and let it fall to the floor, exposing you bare breasts. His eyes traveled down to your chest expanding and retracting with each nervous breath. Next you dropped your skirt along with your underwear, slipping off your boots as well. His gaze continued to soak in the rest of your shape before making its way back to your face.

He sat down at the edge of the bed and beckoned you towards him. “Sit here.” He said as he patted his knee. You did as you were told. One of his large hands grabbed the underside of your chin, his fingers firmly holding your face. The other explored your body with a surprisingly gentle touch. He leaned forward to kiss you but hovered mere centimeters away, his lips brushing yours as the electricity built up between you. He shifted his knee into you. Purposely causing friction with his leather chaps against your already wet opening. You shivered under the sensation, eagerly leaning forward to capture his lips. He moved away swiftly and got close to your ear. “You are mine.” You nodded but this wasn’t sufficient for him. His grip on your face tightened. “Repeat it.” He demanded.

“Y-Yes, Arthur. I’m yours.”

He hummed happily in your ear. “Good girl.” He said in a low voice, sending chills down your whole body.

You tried to subtly grind against the cool surface of his leather chaps. His hand made its way to the base of your neck, grabbing a fist full of hair. He used his grasp to expose your neck and started planting kisses. At first he was trying to be gentle but as your grinding grew more passionate it became harder for him to control his urges. After leaving marks all down your neck he focused on your collar bone, biting and sucking on your favorite spot. He moved on to your exposed chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and delicately teasing the other with his rough fingertips. You tugged at his soft hair. Arching farther into his touch. You managed to snake a hand under his shirt and dug your nails desperately into his back. He let out a low moan, pulling away immediately.

He picked you up just long enough to rearrange positions. He laid down on the bed and gestured for you to get on top of him. You climbed up and hesitantly hovered over his face. “Don’t get shy now.” He said as pulled your full weight down onto his face. His hands already groping your ass and thighs as he licked the length of your opening. You shook involuntarily, your body begging for more. But he did not give in. He continued to ever so gently tease your opening while actively avoiding your clit. You tried to grind down into him but he firmly held you still, refusing to relinquish you.

Frustrated, you ripped open the zipper of his pants and struggled to get his already hard member out from under the constraints of his chaps. Once you finally did it sprung onto his belt and lower stomach with a soft thwap. You struggled to wrap your hand all the way around. After weeks of his cold shoulder, you forgot how dauntingly large he was. You took the tip in your mouth, your tongue sneaking it’s way under his foreskin and tickling the sweet spot just under the tip. His hips squirmed under you as both your hands slowly pumped the rest of his shaft, allowing you to focus on his favorite part.

He grew more desperate under you, his tongue finally meeting your clit and working in painfully slow circles. You took as much of his length as you could into your mouth and sunk your cheeks around him. When you came back up for air you let go of him with a small pop.

His length twitched as you took it back into your mouth. He sucked mercilessly at your clit causing you to moan around him. After taking a breath he switched back to flicking you with the tip of his tongue and nibbling gently. You whimpered around his cock, your hips dancing on his tongue.

He pulled away, slapping your ass and watching the flesh ripple from the impact. He lifted you up and flipped you over on your back. He placed a pillow under your head to ensure your comfort before leaning down to capture your lips. He kissed you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth. He slapped his tip against your opening making you gasp into his kiss. “Who do you belong to?” He asked, his words heavy with a possessive tone. “Y-You…”you muttered quietly. He kept flicking his tip against your sensitive entrance, teasing you further. “I didn’t catch that. Say it louder.”

“I belong to you, Arthur.” You said with defiance in your voice this time. He, surprisingly, found this quite amusing. But his amusement quickly melted into pleasure as he slowly guided himself into you. “Fuck..” he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to work himself all the way into you. He leaned down for one more sloppy kiss before he started slowly thrusting. Picking up the pace as you stretched to accommodate his size. You both moaned in harmony together.

Your legs trembled as he pushed them close to your chest, desperately trying to get as deep in you as possible. One hand was on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek lovingly. His other hand was flat on your lower stomach as he pushed down to feel himself moving in you.

“You’re taking me so well.” He praised, his voice ragged and short of breath.

You moaned loudly, your hand coming up to stifled the noises. He quickly snatched your hand away. He leaned down closer to you. “I want everybody to hear what a mess I can make of you.” He said with a growl in his voice.

You obliged, not letting yourself hold back anymore. You found your hands under his shirt as you dug your nails into his back, raking them down from his shoulders to the hem of his jeans. He groaning and leaned into your touch. You dug your nails in again and brought him as close as possible, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. You bit and sucked at his neck. Feeling him moan and yearn for more of your touch was enough to drive you crazy. You left some marks on his neck, humming pleasantly into him. You bit down on his shoulder. Hard enough to leave a crescent of teeth marks. He let out a quiet whimper, the steady pace of his hips faltering.

He ripped his torso away from you, a strong hand meeting your neck. His calloused fingers pressed hard against the sides of your throat. Not restricting blood flow but holding you firmly in place. He smirked at the surprised look on your face. His other hand worked it’s way down to your clit once again. Your body began to tingle as he hit the perfect spot. You whined, rocking your hips into him in sync with his pace.

“Cum for me babygirl.” He pleaded, his voice strained as he held back his own moans. His thumb worked in relentless circles around your clit as he kept pounding into your sweet spot. Your body felt gradually warmer, stars appearing in your vision as you lost as control. All the tension released as you throbbed around him.

Usually he would stop here but this time he kept going, overstimulating you. There was a concoction of pleasure and pain climbing up your legs and into your abdomen. “P-Please…” you begged through the grip still on your throat. “I can’t-“ the pleasure only continued to grow into a new feeling you’ve never experienced before. Your legs trembled uncontrollably as you turned into a pathetically whimpering mess under him. A flood of juices released from you, getting the both of you soaking wet.

His moaning slipped into a devious laugh at the sight of you. “There, that’s my girl.” He pulled out of you and removed his hand from your neck, stroking himself off until he came on your stomach with a deep moan and a few expletives. His warm semen covering your abdomen as he crawled onto the bed next to you.

The two of you sat there in a pile of exhaustion for a few moments.

He reached over off the bed and grabbed his old bandanna. He used this to delicately wipe you clean. When he was done wiping both of you off he simply tossed the bandanna back on the ground.

Arthur wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced up and down your back, leaving goosebumps behind. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, feeling his elevated heart beat and enjoying his scent of sandalwood and gunpowder.

You don’t remember falling asleep, only waking up to the morning sun peaking in through the window. You rolled over expecting his warm embrace but instead was met with an empty bed.

Your heart sank. Of course, part of you expected this. But nevertheless you yearned for a different outcome.

You got out of bed and slipped one one of his shirts and a pair of sleep pants. On top of his dresser was a note. You picked it up, immediately noticing his familiar scent on the paper. You sat back down on the bed with the note in hand. Tears stung the back of your eyes but you tried your best to hold them back.

I miss you greatly during my travels. There isn’t a single night under the stars where I didn’t think of you. But, there are still many things I need to take care of. I will see you soon enough. I’m sorry.

Sincerely yours,

Arthur ♡

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takalzuoom · 2 years

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Hi saw your requests are open so is it ok to request the first years being jealous of their s/o cuddling grim instead of them?

hello!

…whoops

okay, so, i started this in june and finally finished today. i have horrendous writers block where all my thoughts and ideas are just jumbled around and i just can’t write anything for the life of me. this isn’t my best work, but it is my work none the less and i managed to complete it in a creatively challenging time. so i hope you enjoy it ‼️

i love Deuce i swear, i just got bored with his part…😬

Ace

“Don't do that”

“Do what?”

“Coddle him”

“Oh, quiet Ace! He went through something very traumatic- leave him alone”

“Yeah! Leave me alone!”

“It was his fault! He knows not to pull anything on Vil! Cause when there's Vil, there's Rook!

“Who ended up chasing him around the school with his bow and arrow for 20 minutes!”

“Yeah! I’m the victim here!”

*Buzzer noise* Wrong-o!

No cause ace was getting pissed off at this point

Cause after a long, long day of school club and hanging out with friends, he deserved some y/n time. Don't you think?🤨

Like he didn't miss class once today! He’s earned it 😐

So like a bull in a china shop, he barged into the ramshackle with a heavy backpack. Complaining about Riddle. About what?

Sevens know what

But he threw you on the couch, soon following as he manhandled you into the corner.

So basically your back was against his chest as you were both playing 'a knock-off version of Mario kart’

Your words again, cause only seven know what a Mario is

Sigh, everything was perfect with Ace being a little shit and your laughter echoing so loud through the ramshackle, that the ghosts just couldn’t help but investigate

And of course, Ace was being a little shit, kicking you when you would pass him, randomly shouting when you were about to catch - and my personal favorite

Shoving you off the couch, getting on top of your waist and immediately going for your sides when you prevailed through his distractions,

So yeah, everything was almost perfect he says as your screaming for him to stop cause the tickling is starting to hurt

Keyword: almost

Until grim came running in, tears rolling down his fur as he yelled for you, effectively killing ace who got scared shitless. Though you reacted quickly, shoving him off and running to the cat's aid

Oh sevens you would’ve thought Someone died by loud Grim was wailing… Which was completely unlike the fur all as he was a big baby

(He denies it)

Until he was sniffing about how rook was out to kill him, again

“Mhm, yeah, okay Grim whatever you say. C’mon y/n let's get back to the game”

“Gimme a sec Ace” you mumbled picking up the cat as you started consoling him

And of course, Ace was about to call ‘bull’, but an arrow landed right next to your head, effectively piercing the wall as a small, purple note unfolded

‘ Je t’aime petit chat <3 ‘

You huffed "How romantic"

Though Grim only yelled louder.

As you looked up at Ace gave you an unimpressed look

“You really believe that?”

“Ace… An arrow just almost pierced my head through the window!” You huffed, scurrying to the kitchen with a tight hold on the squirming cat

Great, just great, ‘the great grim strikes again’ as a cockblock.

Fucking cats

Sighing, he plopped down on the couch with a pout, looking over at the discarded controllers

“I’m here,” you said, voice nasal liner than usual- Oh great scenes what's that awful stench

And there you were, clothespin over your nose as a munching grim laid happily in your arms

Making room for you as he grumbled about the awful smell, Grim all of a sudden started begging you to sit on the other couch since Rook already struck there and he might do it again

“Lighting doesn’t strike twice Grim, yer fine”

“Well, Rook does! And he wants my head!”

“Mhm“ he was unimpressed at Grim’s piss poor acting, and how you didn't catch on- was beyond him!

Shrugging at Ace as you sat down, you began petting the distraught cat, as Ace rolled his eyes wider,

So he went back to playing- single player this time as you were too busy with your pet.

You should be cooing and laughing at him, not that fleabag!

Speaking of the pet, he felt a heavy gaze on him as he sneaked a peek at you both-

Why the fuck was he looking at him like that

Oh my seven. A lightbulb went off in his brain as the cat's tuna smirk got larger.

That little shit did it on purpose

Ace gasped audibly, brows furrowing as he pointed to the cat, who quickly looked away while feigning innocence

Oh my sevens he was right

If the light bulb lit up before then it practically exploded now as he remembered Grim’s vow of revenge yesterday. All because he didn't give him the answer to Trein’s homework he work so hard to get

Little fucking bitch

“I thought he was gonna kill me” grim dramatically whined, throwing the empty can of tuna to the ground as you squeezed him tighter

“There there, Grim- let's get you all cleaned up”

He sniffled “I can still see him when I close my eyes”

“ I know Grim”

Carrying him like a baby, grim only smirked as ace gasped again, hand flying to his chest in disbelief

🖕🐱🖕

“That little punk is fool’n ya y/n! Look!”

You brought grim to your face who was already back crying

Calling Ace insensitive while glaring, you put grim back in the crook of you next as you made your way towards the stairs

‘Suck it’ grim mouthed as he did the ‘decapitation’ signal.

>:0

leaning back into the couch, Ace could only huff in annoyance as he grabbed his controller and went back to button mashing

“I fucking hate this place” Ace slouched into the couch, trying to drown out your cooing

Deuce

“Uhh y/n?”

“Yes, Deuce?”

“what are you doing?”

“Nothing much, why”

“Ah… just asking”

LOOK AT HIM.

GIVE. HIM. ATTENTION.

STOP SCROLLING THROUGH MAGICAM AND L O O K

Pleaseeee 😩

Though that little brat Grim had no problem giving him attention, smirking at him as he sprawled all over your stomach.

Oooo someone get Crowley 'cause there’s about to be an overblottt

(or not, cause Crowley is quite literally like a bird, only squawking and shitting and sometimes doing the occasional party trick)

HE DESERVES TO BE CUDDLED- NOT GRIM

He couldn't even say anything as his mouth was gaping like a carp as grim continued to roll all over you while making continued eye contact with him.

So all he could do was plop on the other sofa, clenching his fist as Grim was now propped on your stomach, elbow holding him up as he waved.

…That rat bastard (my aunt says this and I find it hilarious)

Deuce could live without your cuddles and reassurance…. But not today.

Cause after absolutely BOMBING TREIN’S history midterm- the one you both spent all week studying for

sigh

He just wanted to be in your arms 😿

He’s just an innocent little boy, won't you take pity upon him?🥺

Apparently not cause Grim is still staring him down.

“Deuce, you're staring, is everything alright love?”

Ah. Uh. Ehhh

“Bombed Trein’s test” was all he was able to mutter. The taste of his words was like black licorice as put his head in his hands as he had a tight grip on his hair

He heard a sigh, which was shortly followed by Grim’s grumbling and a light pause

Then a small thud, and what sounded like paws walking away. Though when he finally peeked from behind his wrists he saw you sitting on the couch, smiling. Arms outstretched as you beckoned him over

Though looking over to where he heard the diminishing ‘footsteps’ he saw Grim, standing down the hallway just… staring at him. That was until

🖕🐱🖕

“He- he flipped me off”

“He may be sassy, but he is just a cat, he has no portable thumbs ”

He nestled into you, arms snaking around your waist, legs dangling over the edge as he was still in shock about what just occurred.

“He just… “

“He’s a cat deuce”

“Yeah- But! He breathes fire! So he could flip me off!”

“You know he doesn’t have the brain capacity for that”

Jack

Jack needed you.

Let me rephrase that.

Jack had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

From his morning run being cut short because of a leg cramp, being late to class, someone somehow stepping on his tail, and then missing his favorite lunch!

Just a bunch of small clouds that slowly added up into one big cloud that loomed over his head the entire day. But he could eat with it.

So, as any level-headed character would, he decided to deal with it at practice. You know? Get his frustrations out while attempting to make up for his morning run.

Until his luck carried over to that.

And oh boy there's a list.

From Jack tripping when the gun went off, Jack tripping on his shoelace when he was about to pass the leader, Jack having no water since another first year tripped over it causing it to spill, Jack getting gel in his eyes, someone stepping on his tail again! And even coach Vargas yelled at him for slacking!

So yeah, he was having a shit day

He was confident that he was hiding his mood.

But he forgot he was a beast man and an incredibly domineering kid already. So beastmen and non -beastmen. Beastmen plugged their noses from the aggressive, angry smell, and non-beastmen cleared the hallways once they took a glance at his deepened scowl and clenched fist. And if they’ve learned anything from Trein’s class, it was to never mess with an animal (or beastmen) whose tail had a low, slow wage and pulled back ears

He had one mission and one mission alone, to get to you- his last resort of claiming down before he goes apeshit

What better way to counter his shit day than to hang out with his partner?

(He would rather die than admit he wanted you to cuddle him. Though couldn't deny the slight tail wag every time he recalled holding you close as you would kiss his cheek.

(Which was a lot better than punching a wall… or person)

So off he went to the ramshackle, quicker than usual due to the lack of foot traffic

You told him he could just enter and exit as he pleases, but he knew better than that, not wanting to come at a bad time or to intrude your privacy…

Even though you insisted he did.

So he knocked

The thought of just walking in and cuddling you was tempting, but he didn't. But as 5 minutes turned to 10, he was growing increasingly annoyed- until a ghost showed up and let him in.

“Hello Jack! Y/n is in their room resting, please come in” and with that, he entered

He didn’t know if the ghosts were going to prepare something for him, or wake you up to let you know you had company, but he excused himself and made his way up to your room- already preparing an excuse so he could weasel his way in next to you

So with a (useless) knock on your door and fighting the hesitation that racked his mind, he entered. And there, like a lump on a log, was you sleeping. Hair sprawled out beside you, as you were wrapped like a pig in a blanket.

JACK TAIL WAG JACK TAIL WAG

And almost like a cold gust of wind on a summer day, jack felt his shoulders and jaw relax

And dear sevens, if only he saw himself now. Knowing he’d already wipe the growing smile off his face and still his wagging tail

Softly making his way towards your bed with a small, microscopic smile, he was about to touch your face- until a paw swatted him away

What in the-

“No touching my henchman” Grim scowled, climbing out of the blankets (and Jack would rather not dwell on where he was resting) as he was now by your face, standing as he put his arms out. Acting like a barrier between you and your boyfriend

“Huh? What- no. I wasn't going to do anything to them, just wake them up”

“No! “

???? Where- where did this cat get the audacity????

“Fine” Jack huffed, walking to the over vacant side of the bed

“No!” Grim scrambled to the other side, effectively sprawling himself over the bed with a glare. Okay, now Jack was getting annoyed

“You're not allowed to wake my henchman! They told me to shoo away anyone who bothers them!”

“I'm not bothering them, I just want-“

And with that, grim slammed himself on your side, arms and legs wrapped around you tightly as his glare remained.

???????

At this point, Jack was getting uncomfortable. Seeing grim cozy up to you- quite aggressively with full-on eye contact might add. Was just really pissing him off

“Hey don't do that to them while they're sleeping” going to grab Grim, who then swatted him, jack’s eyebrows were furrowing faster than he ran

And at this point, Jack had enough, so instead, he joined Grim and you in bed, on a new mission to get Grim off you and then actually snuggle with you.

( i really wanna write that jack pulls him off and grim flies across the room, hits the wall then attacks jack and they get into a huge brawl while you try not to giggle)

But I won't. I can't.

Cause it's better than that

You, annoyed that your boyfriend wasn't taking initiative, wake up, pull grim by his scruff, and toss him out

Not even a toss, you full-on chucked him out. Like you were throwing a football

and you thought about pretending you did that in your sleep, but the ‘uhh’ coming from Jack’s throat proved that you weren't going to get away with it.

So you turned to face him as he stared at the door to see a mad Grim slowly walking away from the door just in time for you to miss him

🖕🐱🖕

But with the awkward eye contact and Jack quite literally weighing down your bed with pure muscle… it was hard to take anything seriously

“I'm sorry Jack, I couldn’t move ‘cause Mr. snuggle bug was so tired.” You swore you heard Grim argue in the background “And I wanted to see what happened- OW!”

He flicked your forehead! How rude!

“That’s not very nice of you!” Huffing as he laid down back facing you. Drooping yourself over him, you began playing with his hair and nuzzling his neck to let him know you were sorry about not intervening

You received a grumble, but you know the apology was appreciated when you felt his tail wagging against your thighs

Epel

I've never written for Epel or Sebek before so bare with me 🙇🏻

He was tired. That’s all.

Tired of school, tired from spell drive, and most importantly- tired of Vil’s ‘special treatment’

(More like hell)

And so what better way than to end the day than with your world-famous cuddles?

“Why is he here?”

You shrugged, letting down Grim who started to wander Epel’s room, face in awe as he compared it to a ‘five-star hotel compared to your 0-star dump motel’

“I couldn't find a babysitter”

“I’m a grown cat! I don't need a babysitter!”

“Tell that to Lucious, who is still in recovery!”

“Never” he hissed

You sighed, hugging your boyfriend as he eyed grim who was just- going through his things like he was even there.

Letting go, Epel stood standing as you lay on the bed

“I'm sorry, what were you saying”

You chuckled “I said” he heard you rustling behind him as Grim started inching closer to his carvings

“What's up, that made you go into such a poo-poo mood?”

Grim

“Just been a bad day”

5 feet

“Ah really, like what? Was it ‘he who shall not be named” you joke

3 feet, Epel started inching closer

“Uh huh”

“Was it your mom”

“Yep- I- what?”

Turning around to look at your smirking face, he heard a crash

“Grim are you kidding me?” You yelled, dashing behind Epel to snatch away Grim.

A shiver ran up Epel’s spine and he could feel his eye twitch as he whipped around at the scene

Though it all went in slow motion for a second, each apple- carving and work in progress hitting the floor. Their screams in agony as they bounced on the rug, and ricocheted off each other.

Though the one his eyes never left was the butterfly apple he carved for you- just for you. He could see a single tear roll down its skinny body before it completely shattered on the floor.

It was quiet. There were no more screams, no more cries, no more nothin’

“Epel…”

He couldn't even hear you as he slowly turned towards you, eyes no longer sparkling like the chandler in Vil’s room as you beckoned him to his bed

“Epel, sweetie, are you alright?”

He couldn't even speak as he nuzzled into your neck as his mind played catch up

Nodding his head solemnly, he closed his eyes as his head started to throb-

“Oh shit lol, sorry about that”

A twig snapped

“You sonava bitch! ‘M gon’ whoop yer ass harder ‘den molasses!”

“Epel- Epel wait no!”

Holding him down as he began to squirm in your hold as he reached for grim, who was now using you as a human shield.

“Get out ‘ere ‘n fight me like uh real man!”

“Y/n hold me, I'm scared!” Grim cried as you pushed Epel away causing him to hit the floor. But thanks to his adrenaline pumping, he was quick to recover and pounce again- until he saw grim smirking from behind you as you acted like a barrier, clearly frowning

“You really gon’ help dat thing?”

“It was an accident, plus you were scaring him”

“I’ve met mice with more ba-“

“Epel!” You gasped. With lighting speed you picked Grim up, hugging him tightly as his sight-eating smirk only grew larger. Backing up to his headboard, you shot him a glare

You've gotta be kidding me right? Like- this is all one big joke, right?

Why were you cuddling him? The one who broke the present he spent weeks on! You should be consoling him! Not grim 😾

Oooo he was so mad. His mind already running through different revenge scenarios

But no, he was better than that- better than him. He won't drag himself down to Grim’s level just because he got him upset. No. That’s not very manly of him

Think. What would Leona do? What would Vil do? What would anyone else in this scenario do-

“Oh, y/n..”

“Yes, Epel?”

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

He heard you hum in acknowledgment as he made his way towards the door, checking behind his shoulder to see grim snuggle closer to your lying form, eyes earthing him like a startled deer

What felt like a few hours ended up being a few seconds as your mind already started to drift when Grim’s startled gasp echoed.

“Y/n he’s here! He knows I’m here! Help me !” Groaning groggily as Grim started trampling all over the sheets,

“Huh? What, what are you talking about?”

Though he had already leaped off the bed and made a break towards the door, inaudible cries left his fear-stricken face as you just stared at him owlishly

He abruptly paused before he left the open door.

“No!” Diving under the bed and weaseling his way through the crates of apples that made a labyrinth under this bed

The only evidence of his presence was a slowly rolling apple and a few muffled whimpers

“Ah, trickster!”

“Rook”

“You wouldn't have happened to see that certain feline companion of yours around, have you?

“Hmm,” You thought aloud, hand on your chin “Well, I’m not sure. One minute he was here, the next minute he wasn't though he may be close by…”

He smiled, spewing some kind of French bullshit as he left with a skip in his step, your boyfriend emerging from behind the huntsman

“Anytime Rook”

“Epel…” you warned

“What?” He gaped, making his way towards the bed as he kicked a crate more under the bed, a muffled yelp was barely audible as Epel yawned, saying some bullshit about how ‘beat he was’

You snorted “Is that so Mr. man?”

“You bet”

Cuddling closer to you, he discreetly looked over the edge of the bed to see a pair of paws flipping him off ???

“Little shit”

Sebek

What was one way to get Sebek quiet? Well, quieter than usual

Cuddle him.

You've tried flustering him, but he would only get louder and cause your ears to ring. You tried kissing him, but he’d only shove you off then lecture you about germs??? (Bruh idk, he's using anything at this point)

So the best next thing to do is cuddle him. Don't get me wrong- he adores cuddling.

Only if it’s Diasomnia though, and sevens forbid you to ask him to relax

“I can not! What if there is a sudden call from waka-sama? Or someone comes into harm's way! I would not be a strong, super knight if I could not protect those dear to me!”

Does this man have any shame?

As previously shown, he loves being there to keep you safe and sound as he imagines all these different scenarios of rescuing you if there was a burglar or some heinous creature

Like Grim who decided to intrude on you….

Yep, just you, your obnoxious boyfriend and even more obnoxious 2” menace of a house pet in bed…

it was going great!...

Yeah, this wasn't going to work.

Especially when Sebek had just given you hair privileges (2 months into dating) and he was excited. Seeing you brush through Grim’s fur made him wonder what it’d feel like if it was your hand in his hair

“Do not shy away hu- y- perfect! You finally see how fae are superior in every way of hyenine! Espcially grooming!” .... .... “Did konw that waka-sama grooms-

”Anyways

It was exactly how he imagined, warm, comforting, and powerful.

But as fast as it started, it stopped. The warmth of your hands was suddenly gone- and when he was about to complain he was met with electric blue, cocky eyes.

Though of course, you couldn't see since Grim was staring right at his soul

Jolting up from your thighs (which he had insisted upon ‘resting’ on since he could be able to spring into action at any time -not some other reason-

What the waka-sama??

“Hu- y/n, why must this…” He gave him a once over “pest be here? Last time I checked I hadn’t invited him”

“He was lonely” you shrugged, never once stopping your nails from trailing his back. The cat let out a content sigh

“My henchman said they weren't doing anything today, so we were planning on catching up on our show until you kidnapped them. So this is technically your fault”

Sebek gaped, eye twitching and fist clenching as he felt his heart rate start to pick up

What. The. Fuck.

“How dare you insinuate that this is my fault! There is not one but to blame but yourself you scheming mongrel! I ought to have your head for that blasphemy!”

Sebek sprung out of bed, taking the covers with him as his foot hit the floor with a thundering step.

Groaning his name, you rolled over with Grim “You wanna fight huh? I can take ya with my eyes closed!”

“That is what I like to hear, pest. On your feet!”

“Sebek! Where the fuck did you get that!"

"One must be prepared for everything perfect!"

"Oh yeah, uh huh right. Well, you mind putting it down!"

There in his pajama pants no shirt glory, was Sebek, hand on hip as he pointed his sword at you. The point of the blade was so close it almost disappeared from view

“Oi! Watch where you’re pointing that thing!”

“You wanted a fight” he got into a ready position “You will get a fight”

Scrambling back as you left grim by itself, Sebek began swinging, actually trying to hit grim as he kept yelling about ‘paying for his sins?’ Whatever that means

“ Calm your manservant henchman!”

Uh oh

The swooshing stopped, and so did Sebek as you peeked from over the bed at his disgusted face

“Manservant/ Manservant!” He gasped “You dare insinuate that I, a knight in training of the benevolent, astounding, all-powerful wake-sama, would be a ‘servant’ to a lowly human?” He snipped

... What

“I was going easy as you are y/n’s familiar. But now, you shall feel my retribution!”

Grim gulped

“Sebek stop! He’s only trying to get under your skin.” You scowled

Though he ignored you, per usual

“That’s it I’m out” hands in the air, you walked behind a panicking grim with a sigh

“Human stay!”

“Stay?” You gasped, pointing towards him, his stance never wavering “ I’m not your dog Sebek! And you!” You turned your hand to Grim “ We can always watch our show before we go to bed! So you didn’t have to ruin our date!”

You swore they were made of stone as they didn’t move an inch, Sebek’s piercing eyes never stopping as he was mid-strike, and Grim’s running position as he at least dared to look a little guilty

“I’ll call you when you’re down with your temper tantrum Sebek”

Going going gone! You left the room with a lick of the door, both male's eyes following your figure until they were left to stare at the door.

there was a pregnant silence

“Tiny cat… You, are the one to blame for this”

“Wha- Me?”

“Indeed! If it wasn't for you none of this would have happened! It is your fault that they walked out!”

“Well if you weren't such a selfish jerk we would have all gotten along just fine!”

“How dare you call me a selfish jerk you- you-“

Grim came back to Ramshackle with a haircut

looking sharp Grim

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I’m actually really proud of Sebek’s part ng. and yes- he is racist... sorry babes

I love how you can see the shift in quality with each part lololol

ALSO- HALLWOEEN EVENT????? aHhhhHHHHAH

tumblr on the computer is a scam, i spent 20 minutes spacing everything out perfectly only for it to fuck it out and bullet point it… smh😐

also hate how long and wordy this is but oh well🤷🏻

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