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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Marked By The Wolf

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: ~4.8K (ya waited extra-long; ya get an extra-long chapter)

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: It’s the night of the full moon. The plan? Invite Sy over to the cabin to keep an eye on him in case he shifts. WCGW?

Warnings: verbal fight, angst

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, guys! And I see y’all reblogging the masterlist for the series. And I thank you so much for keeping this story alive! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. Cuz ya girl was struggling with this chapter for many moons.

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Over the next day or so, you get to know Jace. You’d learned his full first name, but “only ko’u makuahine calls me Jason”. Growing up in Hawaii shaped the man he is today, and he misses home a lot. But with Walter in his pack, and being Faye’s godfather, he’s made his own little family.

For a while, it seems like he may be flirting with you. But that quickly fades into something else. You’re only mildly upset when he refers to you as kaikuahine. Firstly, because you had no idea what it meant. Secondly, because when you found out it meant ‘sister’, you had to remind yourself that you have a perfectly great werewolf boyfriend of your own already.

‘Calm down, girl,’ you thought, thinking of your eager beaver.

Walter notices the way your demeanor changes and takes your hand, leading you upstairs. Your confusion only amuses Jace, who seems to know something you don’t. Once you make it into Walter’s bedroom, you are spun against the door. He attacks your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh until you tangle your fingers in his chestnut curls. Your mind reels, wondering what’s gotten into him.

And then it hits you.

He’s…jealous!

Oh, this is too good. That’s twice tonight that he’s been struck with jealousy. Earlier with Sy’s thirst trap and now with your flirtatious nature. You are beyond flattered, but you refuse to let this man get too far gone. With your hand in his hair, you tighten your fingers and pry him from your neck.

Once his face is in front of yours, you notice his wild eyes where black replaces blue. He looks ready to eat you, and as much as you would like that, you decide to try and calm the beast within.

“Walter, baby? I need you to calm down for a sec,” you beg, both hands tangling in his hair to soothe his soul, “Come on back to me, baby.”

Blinking once, then twice, his eyes finally focus on you, and the trance is gone. His giant paws rush to your face and then to the tender skin of your neck where his teeth were grazing. He winces when you grimace at the feel of his thumb on your sore flesh.

“Pup, I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I was−”

“Jealous?” you supply, already knowing what this was.

“I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. It’s jealousy, sure. But it feels deeper than that. I felt the need to mark you as mine. You’re sort of a natural flirt, you know that?” he probes, a soft smile on his face.

“Well, I mean, I can see that. I guess I’ve never really thought about it. No one has ever brought it up,” you explain, looking back on all the times that men thought you were flirting with them but were just being nice.

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to make sure that Jace knew you were taken. He has an effect on women,” he expresses, “But it seems he only sees you as a sister, so I don’t have to worry about you two riding off into the sunset, now do I?”

“Wow, that was kinda bitchy. But also, incredibly hot that you thought I could be influenced by another big pretty werewolf,” you tease, leaning up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on the end of his nose before pushing back from the door so you could open it and leave.

“You think he’s pretty?” Walter shouts after you.

You laugh, swiftly jogging down the stairs to find an equally amused Jace sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, perfectly at home.

Trying to keep yourself from feeling embarrassed, you plop down next to him on the couch. While you are snuggling into his side, he chuckles and jokes that you should watch out for “the big, bad wolf”. Just as the words leave his mouth, Walter appears on the other side of you, having leapt over the couch. You’re officially squeezed in between the two large wolves, and you suddenly feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Between the warmth radiating from both men, the way they commented on the Forged in Fire episode playing in the background, and the long day finally catching up with you, you had no choice but to fall asleep. You remember leaning your head against Jace’s beefy shoulder after he splayed both arms along the back of the couch. At some point during the night, you awake to find yourself sprawled across both of their laps. Your head is in Walter’s lap and your blanket-covered feet are shoved under Jace’s thigh.

The television screen asking if you’re still watching illuminates the faces of the snoring wolves at either side of you. Walter’s hand on your shoulder twitches as he feels you shifting. Shuffling your ankles, Jace sleepily readjusts to give you room before lowering his thigh back over your feet. All of this was done while they were asleep as if it was second nature to want to keep you safe and warm.

And you weren’t going to complain about being in a literal wolf pile. Instead, you snuggle into your blanket and let yourself drift off again.

When you awaken, the mid-morning sun is flooding through the windows. You’re still on the couch, but no longer surrounded by your wolf-shaped furnaces. Getting up from the couch, you wrap the blanket around your shoulders and go in search of coffee.

Shuffling into the kitchen, you brush past where Walter is plating some waffles. You make it to the coffee machine and pour yourself a cup, adding in your sugar and cream and stirring it until it hits that perfect shade. Taking that first sip is nirvana. As the temperature of the hot beverage slides down your throat, you are warmed from the inside out. Now, you can officially say you have woken up.

You turn around to lean against the counter and are surprised to see both wolves looking at you and smiling. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just we were trying to get your attention, but I see Walter was right about you loving java. You have your priorities straight, is all,” Jace winks at you before sipping his coffee.

Walter chuckles and shoves a plateful of waffles, bacon, and eggs to one of the empty seats and nods for you to eat. “Don’t worry, Pup. I think it’s cute that you need your morning fuel before intelligent social interaction.”

“Thanks, Wolfie,” you hum, leaning in to peck him on the cheek before sitting down to tuck into your plate.

“And the nicknames are elevating my sugar levels as we speak,” Jace teases, expertly catching the waffle that Walter throws his way.

“Look, Jace and I have an idea. We just need you to put the pieces in motion,” Walter begins, explaining the plan to you while you eat. You stayed mostly silent, letting him lay everything out.

Jace pops in here and there with a few tweaks when he sees you start to feel a bit overwhelmed, “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, don’t hesitate. We’re there in case anything happens.”

“I guess I have a call to make. Oh, and do you fellas think you can go grocery shopping? I need a few things if I wanna make sure I have enough to feed all of you,” you lament, factoring in that Sy used to eat you out of house and home on multiple occasions. Might as well have too much than too little. You give Wolfie and Jace your shopping list and head upstairs to shower and make a very important phone call.

Early evening rolls in and you are relishing the smell of your pot roast with vegetables simmering as it permeates the first floor of the house. Wolfie has been at your side for most of the afternoon and even now because you’ve been like a chicken with your head cut off, anxious nerves making you fuss over every little thing.

And he couldn’t blame you for being on high alert. He did ask you to invite over your ex-fiancé during a full moon, under the guise of getting together for a football game, so that he and Jace could find out if Sy is a werewolf. ‘A simple plan,’ said no one in this situation.

Olivia was invited over to help you set up and possibly help you with cooking. But alas, fair Olivia has found her Prince Charming in Jace. And just as Walter said, he does have an effect on women. You have to stop and giggle to yourself as she throws her head back in laughter and touches his arm, her signature move. Great, those two can swoon each other all night while you try and keep the peace between a wolf and a hard place.

The roast was not going to cook any faster with you standing over the crock pot, so you step away from the kitchen and join the others as they sit in the living room. Jace and Liv sit on the couch as Walter sits in one of the loungers. Just as you sit down to rest your bones in the other chair, you notice the guys exchanging a look.

You hear the rumble of Sy’s old pickup and your heart drops into your stomach. You shoot up from your seat and adjust your turtleneck dress that hugs your body like a glove before walking to the front door. You step outside as Sy is pulling into the driveway. Swallowing your apprehension, you walk across the lawn to meet him.

Smiling as he exits his truck, Sy wraps you up in a bear hug. When he lifts you off the ground, you squeak, and he just laughs before putting you back down. You get a whiff of him, and you feel an instant urge to bury your nose in his neck, or his perfectly trimmed beard. Fighting that urge, you playfully swat at Sy’s meaty, flannel-clad bicep and try not to stare at his veiny forearms.

The man always had great arms; you would have complimented him on them once upon a time. But that was a long time ago, and even though you wanted to devour him where he stood, you weren’t about to let him know that. His head was big enough without you adding your horniness to it.

He steps to the truck bed and reaches a hand in to pick up a case of your favorite beer. He seems pretty pleased with himself and not at all nervous about meeting your new boyfriend. You should’ve known better than to think he would miss the opportunity to annoy your current beau.

You lead him inside where he immediately sniffs the air and exclaims, “Oh, my God! Please tell me that is your pot roast.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and nervously reply, “Um, yeah. It’s probably just about done if you want some.”

“If I want some? Of course, it’s my favorite meal,” Sy earnestly comments, and you can’t help but bashfully thank him.

A throat is cleared, and Walter appears at your side, planting a nuzzling kiss on your neck as he snakes an arm around you, making you giggle.

“Walter, this is Sy. Sy, this is Walter, my boyfriend,” you introduce them, smiling to yourself as they offer a hand for a handshake and exchange pleasantries.

“Pleasure ta meetcha, Walter.” “Likewise, Sy.”

They were still shaking each other’s hands until you realized they were having a staring contest.

“Seriously?!” you gripe, equally mad at both of them, “You’re both grown men, right?” You push through their still-joined hands and go into the kitchen.

Olivia rises from the couch and admonishes them as well, “Good going, guys,” as she follows you into the kitchen.

“What?” they say in unison, looking at the only other man in the room. Jace shakes his head, looking between the two of them and taking a pull off his beer.

Walter walks into the kitchen, already apologizing as he approaches where you are sitting at the table. He takes your hand in his and holds it against his chest. It’s less what he says, and more of how he says it. He sounds genuine and he means every word. You peck him on the cheek, forgiving him. Olivia makes sure to tease you about how cute you two are.

Sy saunters in once Walter exits, placing the case of beer on the kitchen counter before opening it, removing two bottles, and handing one to you. Clinking the neck of his bottle against yours, he uncaps his and takes and takes a long pull. Taking a long look at you, he leans back and surveys your level of anger, trying to assess exactly how mad you are.

“Walter seems nice,” he starts in that fatherly tone that always gets a smile out of you.

You shake your head and laugh despite yourself wanting to be mad at him. “You know, he actually is very nice. Just give him a chance to surprise you before you hate his guts, ok? That’s all I ask.”

“Oh, is that all? Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” he grumbles, pouting for a second. “Look, I’ll be on my best behavior like Church on Sunday if I can get some of that pot roast.” He turns those blue topaz eyes on you, and you’re putty in his hands, suddenly wishing Liv wasn’t in the room to watch that little moment.

You rise from your seat, dishing out some of the roast and potatoes and carrots onto a plate for Sy, and place it in front of him. You light up when he closes his eyes at the first bite. His groan of satisfaction is more than enough to signal that you did a great job. But the pat he gives your knee is so warm and so intimate that your muscles instantly react to his touch, wishing it lingered for a second more.

“Liv, can Sy and I have a second to talk?” you plead, hoping that she would give you some space.

“Sure. I’ll just go back to fawning over Jace. He’s so pretty I wanna cry,” she professes, patting your shoulder as she exits the kitchen.

Your eyes follow Olivia as she leaves, and then they snap back to where Sy is sitting smiling at you. And you know this particular smile well.

“Sy, why are you smiling at me like that? You said you would be on your best behavior and that smile is not your best behavior,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, “I know that smile got me to do a lot of things back in the day.”

“A lot of fun things come to mind,” he murmurs, bringing his beer up to his lips to drain before rising to get another and lean on the counter, “But that is not why I’m here tonight. Don’t worry, I’m only here to make sure my favorite girl’s being taken care of. I will be a perfect gentleman, even to yer old man.”

Rising from your seat, you finally open your beer and stand next to him. Taking a sip, you bump his shoulder with yours. “One question I have for you. Why did you agree to come over? I mean, you could have hung up the phone or cursed me out when I asked you over to spend time with me. At my boyfriend’s cabin. In the woods. Just saying that now makes me wonder what was going through your head.”

“Not gonna lie, I loved seeing you the other day. Even though you weren’t exactly pleased to see me, you still told me to be careful out there in the woods. Look, I like having you in my life. If that means I have you as a friend, it’s much better than not having you at all,” he confesses, and your world shatters around you when you look up into his eyes and see his sincerity.

You open your mouth to speak but the words won’t take shape and you’re left looking for the answer in his face. The eyes you got lost in a million times before. The lips you kissed every chance you got. Standing this close, you can breathe each other’s breath. If you only stood on your tippy-toes and leaned in, you’d be right−

“Am I interrupting something?” Olivia’s voice snaps you back to reality and you put some space between you and Sy. She walks in between you two to grab another beer. She gives Sy a look before turning her attention to you, “Your boyfriend’s wondering where you are, bee-tee-dubs.” She throws out her arm, gesturing for you to lead the way back to the living room instead of finishing your conversation. You miss her giving Sy another pointed stare before following you out.

The night goes on as planned, at first. You all watch a college football game, Walter’s alma mater vs their rivals, who just happen to be Sy’s alma mater. You and Sy met after college, and he mentioned having played lacrosse, but he’s never shown interest in football. Until tonight, of course.

It’s been a long time since you and Sy spent time together, but you know his temperament. And he’s off. He doesn’t look like himself either, as if he’s covering up something. With the way that Walter and Jace keep sharing looks, you see he is on their radar as well.

Olivia and Jace occupy the two loungers, so you are sitting in between Walter and Sy on the couch. How lucky! You’re in the perfect spot to listen to Sy rooting loudly for his team and making snide comments all because he doesn’t wanna sit next to you and your new boyfriend.

Walter, on the other hand, is quiet for the most part but trembling with anger. He’s letting Sy get to him, and you can’t stand it anymore. You’re suddenly jealous of Olivia who fell asleep halfway into the game.

You unwrap yourself from around Walter and turn to Sy. “Kitchen. Now.”

He doesn’t answer and mutely follows you, taken aback when you turn on him once you’re both in the kitchen.

“What the hell are you doing? You are being such an ass. I’m trying to hold out an olive branch, but you are not meeting me in the middle, Sy,” you snap, feeling like you could spit fire.

“And why did you even invite me? To parade your new man all over me? I thought maybe we could try and be friends, but now I see all you wanna do is remind me that I wasn’t good enough for you,” Sy erupts, his voice booming and full of rage.

“That’s not fair,” you gasp.

“All’s fair in love, Bug,” he cautions, sweat starting to drip down his forehead, “Look, I’m gonna go before either of us says something we’ll regret.” He turns and storms out of the kitchen before you can step any closer to him, but you are on his tail when he steps out of the front door.

You reach him, putting your hand on his shoulder as you try to stop him. He turns back to you, his eyes closed in a pained expression. His skin is flushed as he rips open his flannel, making it easier for you to see his Adonis belt just above his jeans. The bite mark is nowhere to be seen, having already healed. When he starts to hyperventilate, you try to soothe him by calling his name. Fast as lightning, Walter appears between you and Sy.

“Sy, you have to try and stay calm. You aren’t making this easy on yourself. Let it happen,” Walter holds his hands out, showing he means no harm as he tries to step closer to Sy. Walter starts to shift after removing his sweater and jeans.

“Back off, man,” Sy warns, feeling like he could explode with the heat beneath his skin.

“You can do this, just open your eyes,” Walter replies, before his mouth becomes a snout and talking is impossible.

But when Sy finally opens his eyes, they start to glow. His neck twists at a freakish angle, the sounds of bones crunching has you terrified. Reddish-brown fur sprouts out of his skin as his hands stretch into clawed paws. His confused screams are horrifying. Jace’s booming voice is talking over his cries, talking him through the transformation.

Doubling over, Sy grunts in agony as he falls on all fours. Letting out a howl, his jeans fall away as he transforms for the first time. You scream, taking a step back when he sniffs the air and he takes one step toward you.

Sy paces back and forth in front of Walter, seeming to weigh his options. Walter’s wolf form stands an inch or two taller than Sy as he puts distance between you and the new wolf.

Just as the tension is insurmountable, a throat is cleared, and you all look to see Jace standing in the driveway. Nonchalant, but his eyes keenly take in the scene in front of him as he nods at Walter. Olivia is at Jace’s side, dumbfounded by what she is witnessing. When she notices that rumbling sound coming from Jace is him growling, she throws away fear in place of curiosity.

The two wolves are kicking dust up with their feet, squaring off until Jace steps a bit closer to back up his brother. Sy had a chance of maybe beating Walter. But a new wolf up against two bonded brother wolves? No way in hell.

You step in between the three of them. Holding out your hands, you plead with them not to fight. Walter’s nose nudges at your legs and he huffs in Sy’s face. Walter shifts back, picking up his jeans to put back on, and crossing his arms across his massive chest.

Walter and Jace move closer to Sy as he snarls at them until he sees you, clinging to Olivia. Tears fall from your eyes and something inside of Sy breaks. Looking to you, he can see the fear on your face and you wonder if that is what causes him to want to shift back into human form. The two brothers talk Sy down, telling him how to return to human form.

Once his bones have settled and the whining howls stop, Sy is in the fetal position on the lawn. Shivering, sweaty, and scared. His clothes are ruined, but you think you remember seeing a blanket in the truck bed earlier. You ask Olivia to get the blanket while you caress Sy’s face.

Once the blanket is around his middle, you accept help from Walter to lift him up. Sy uses his last ounce of energy to push Walter away.

Coming back to himself, Sy refocuses his anger on Walter. “This has nothing to do with you. Gonna need you to step aside,” Sy fumes, cranky from the changes he doesn’t understand he’s going through.

“That’s just not gonna happen. Maybe if you weren’t trying to move in on what’s mine, I’d be sorry for what I’ve done,” Walter seethes, “After all, I’m the one that bit you.”

You and Sy are both in a state of shock but for different reasons. Sy just found out werewolves are real, and your boyfriend just referred to you as “what’s his'.

“You did this to me?” Sy’s rage peaks.

“Hey, hey. Focus on my voice, come back. You don’t wanna do this,” you trail off as Sy calms down.

His irises are back to their brilliant blue and you can see recognition in them. He looks tired, but he is no worse for wear.

“Can we get outta here? Go someplace we can just…talk?” Sy insists.

You think for a second about how pissed you are at Walter for being extremely callous about turning Sy, not to mention talking about you as if you were a piece of property to be owned. You turn to look back at Walter before answering Sy.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you affirm, putting one of Sy’s arms around your neck to help him walk back to his truck.

You watch Jace stand in front of Walter to stop him from following after you. “Let her cool off, you did just kinda refer to her as ‘what’s mine’, and generally women don’t like that outside of the bedroom.”

Olivia steps over to Walter, putting a hand on his shoulder, her expression calm and collected. “He won’t hurt her. He cares too much about her to do that.”

You get into the driver’s seat after putting Sy in the passenger side, not allowing him to drive. You caution a glance at Walter, instantly regretting looking at his mournful face. Turning the car on, you back out of the driveway and drive out to Sy’s place.

As you drive there from muscle memory, you look over at Sy now and then. The streetlights of the town dash across his solemn face and bare chest as he sleeps. You almost don’t want to wake him when you make it to his house, he looks so peaceful and not like his life has been turned upside-down. You wake him with the back of your hand smoothing down his face. He grabs it, lost for a moment before he sees your face and where he is.

You help him get inside and suddenly feel exhausted as well. You loiter in the living room while he grabs a glass of water from the kitchen. You didn’t really plan how you were going to get back to Walter’s cabin tonight. And if you’re honest with yourself, you don’t want to go back tonight.

Sy comes back out, gulping down water from his glass while holding the blanket low around his middle.

“Is it okay if we wait to talk? I’m tired as hell. I’ll take the couch if that’s alright?” You ask, sitting down on the couch and starting to move the pillows.

“You’re not staying out here. You’re sleeping in the bedroom. I’ll take the couch. I’ll grab you something to sleep in,” he rattles on, moving to the bedroom as you stand from the couch and look at your feet.

Sy comes back out to the living room. He’s barefoot, shirtless, and in a pair of grey sweatpants. He just can’t help himself, you think.

“I left you a shirt and some shorts on the bed. Let me know if you need anything, alright?” he advises, using a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the bedroom.

You laugh when you see Sy left you his Mötley Crüe shirt. While putting on the shirt and the boxers, you look at the bed and you know that you don’t want to sleep alone. You don’t care that this will only further complicate your relationship, but you need to not be alone right now. Your bare feet pad across the wood floor as you go back out to the living room.

Sy hears you and picks his head up to look at you. “You alright, Bug?”

“I don’t wanna sleep alone. I know that’s probably−”

Sy was already up and ushering you back into the bedroom before you could finish your sentence. You pull back the covers so you both can climb in. You enter first and then he slides under the blanket next to you. He lays on his back, you on your side facing away from him. You wiggle your body backward until you come into contact with his warmth. You reach back for his arm and pull it around you.

“Is this okay?” you hesitate, suddenly afraid that you’re asking too much.

“Yeah. S’ok,” he whispers, his breath fanning across your neck. If he notices the shiver that goes down your spine, you’re grateful that he doesn’t mention it.

“Good night, Sy,” you murmur, yawning at the end of your sentence.

“G’night, Bug,” he breathes.

As you drift off to sleep, you think how different you imagined this day ending. You didn’t expect to be in your ex’s arms tonight instead of Walter’s. But you did expect to be in a werewolf’s embrace. Sy’s breath evens out behind you, the rising and falling of his chest against your back is enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

To be continued...

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includes/warnings mirror sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, creampie, mostly clothed sex, keeping quiet, mean neighbors, mean dom!yangyang, plus sized friendly!reader, choking, spit swallowing, big dick!yang, degradation, pet names, etc

wc 1k

a/n i love rough smut and soft aftercare

“you said you’d keep quiet.”

but how could you?

he's got one hand stuffed in your little wet pink laced panties and the other arm snaked up over your belly and his fingers threaten your airstream.

your legs rapidly shift back and forth as his speed quickens, his fingernails teasing your bud. for the nth time, you cum on his hand. and once again, he has you tasting your own cum and his tight grip on your face makes you watch your pretty reflection as it sucks on yangyangs fingers.

he releases his fingers with a pop to your cherry lips, smiling down at your twitching body with this shit-eating grin on his face as he is well aware of the impact just his fingers have on you.

“please.” you beg again that night, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie that you wore and hips bucking upwards which is received by a steady hand pressing you back on the mattress.

“i already said no. you’re too loud. you don’t want the neighbors to hear, do you?”

no.

last time the neighbors heard loud screams and the sounds of the bed smacking against the wall, they came and gave yangyang a homemade knuckle sandwich that wasn't so appetizing. they were upset, rightfully so, that they were woken up so early in the morning by their sex-driven neighbors who just couldn’t tame themselves.

he slapped the side of your face, just to get you to focus back on him. to stare at his eyes in the mirror that loomed over you like a wolf ready to strike a poor rabbit, helpless of its defenses.

“well? you don’t want them to hear us do you?”

he was teasing you. threatening you.

“please.” you beg, feeling his fingers on your neck again.

“please what? you think the neighbors will hear your cries and begs for help?”

his hand leaves the warmth of your core and you whine in response, getting a slap to the side of your face in return.

“slut.” he spits. “you better stay quiet.” he hisses, his one hand skillfully pulling the lace off of you, discarding it to the abyss of the floor of the bedroom. the same hand fumbles with his belt and slips it away from his waist, placing the belt on the bed. you gasp as you hear the sound of the zippers to his jeans zipping down, and watch as his flesh is now visible to your eye.

his hand is slow as it slides up and down, up and down, up and down…

“what if this was you, sweetheart? such a shame you can’t be quiet enough for it.”

your hand betrays your body as it instinctively reaches for his cock, but your stopped by a hand gripping your wrist tightly.

“nuh uh. not so fast.” he pushes you off of him, and in a swift motion you’re not in between his legs in his lap anymore.

the mirror is blocked by his body above you, and your vision is cut off by his face as his lips connect with yours, effectively keeping you quiet as his tip presses your core.

god he was so close to bottoming out and completely destroying your walls, having you fly your arms around his arched back. your sharp nails resort to dig into his skin, clawing at his back as he shows his first sign of weakness: a little whimper.

you eye the crescent moons that decorated his honey skin, both crotches humping each other as he was not willing to slide into you yet. he wasn’t willing to let the bed smack against the wall.

not yet, at least.

his lips leave your face and move to nibble at your neck, catching your skin in between his teeth and sucking on it after, like soothing a wound.

finally, you feel just his tip inside of you.

“more.” you whimper, your voice hushed.

“patience, princess.” he snarls, his teeth pressing down especially hard at your request for more of him, his cock slowly slipping further and further inside of you, but stops. “thats one.”

“fuck.” you’re relieved but also disappointed as you now understand, he’s making you count inches.

“you can count the rest, baby.”

so you do.

you count. and count. and count, until you finally reach seven, and he's balls deep inside. you feel like you can’t breathe, like your airway was taken away from you.

“hold tight, princess. remember: stay quiet.” his lips press to yours again, and he slides out, and thrusts inside much harder than before. he repeats this process until the bed is squeaking and rocking, ever so close to smacking against the wall.

his moans sound so sweet. his lips leave yours abandoned and he’s loud.

his groans and moans are so pretty, his hand lifting your hoodie up and large hand groping your breasts, your own moans syncing in harmony with his, the whole concept of keeping quiet long forgotten when his pace speeds up somehow more, the bed frame now hitting the wall with each sharp thrust.

“fuck baby. you feel so good around me.” he chuckles, his free hand parting your lips to spit in your mouth, leaving you obedient enough to swallow. “you like that?” he hums.

“m’gonna cum.” you whine, your fingernails digging even more into his skin. he sucks his teeth and lets out a loud growl, taking a hand and losing itself in your hair, pulling it and occasionally rubbing your head.

“cum for me.” he commands, his hand from your breast reaching down to play with the parts of your pussy exposed to him, the parts that were smashed by the little orbs on his crotch. “think i’m gonna cum too. cum with me, angel.”

the two of you are on sync as both highs are chased at once, the warm seeds you share mixing together and seeping out of your sore hole. he’s frozen above you, a satisfied grin on his face as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock, pushing his warm cum further in yourself.

“you look so hot with my cum in you.” he leans back, away from you to admire his work. “let’s continue to give the neighbors a little show.”

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muzansfangs · 7 months

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Muzan with werewolf! reader while they're in that form sounds interesting-

Howling at the moon.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (werewolf reader)

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, language, horror vibes, blood and graphic depictions of violence, body horror, gore, parents rejection, solitude, eating humans, werewolf!reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, possessive Muzan, dom!muzan, sub!reader, oral sex (Muzan!receiving), monster!fucking, reader has a tail, pointy canines, claws and wolf ears during the act, creampie, bitemarks;

Plot: since you two had met, a spiral of violence and lust had enveloped you. You were two monsters, you were both ‘cursed’ somehow. In a world where you were considered villains, you indulged into his bed every time there was a full moon to lead you to him. He saw beauty in you, you found a life-companion in him and it was enough to prove that monsters had hearts too.

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A full moon was shining brightly up above you, dimly illuminating your path. Not that you needed something to enlighten the road anyway, or a torch that could have granted you the chance to detect any dangers laying in the dark and waiting for you. The night around your village only meant one thing: blood running down the streets, demons lurking in the shadows to feed on poor, innocent men and women. Sometimes, on children too. Screams, agony and fear always flinged in the air when the night veiled the world with its dark cape. Every morning, when a dismembered body was found by the river, people screamed around terrorized.

You did not, though.

Passing by the crime scene, you merely glanced at the victim of the hour, sniffing the air subtly as to intercept either your scent, or a demon’s one on the rotten flesh. You always had no memory of what you did, when the beast inside you awakened.

You did not even know when it started, or how it happened. All you knew was that you were a toddler, the first time you acknowledged something was clearly wrong with you. The moon seemed to allure you during the nights, a primordial rage devouring you from the inside when the satellite sparkled up in the dark nightsky. You were a teenager stumbling back home, the dawn tinted the clouds in orange and red stripes, when you realized you were partially an animal. Blood dripped from your hands, your mind fuzzy, your ears furry and pointy and you clawed at the wooden door of your house.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

As the years passed by, you finally realized what you were. It ran in your family, apparently. The same family that had abandoned you in horror the first time you had confessed them you had not been able to stop yourself from murdering a man. You felt bad, when they left. Spending days self-deprecating because you had inherited a gene nor your mother, neither your father had, was your first and natural reaction.

From that day on, you howled at the sky, whispering your pain to the stars, while climbing on a cliff during the full moon nights. No one understood you and you started to come to terms with the fact that, even though you had accepted yourself, rejection was always going to haunt you. Who would ever love a monster, after all? If your own flesh and blood had pushed you away, how could you be loved by anyone else?

But life can change and the tables turn. It was a midsummer night, you were running through the woods wild and free, when you bumped into him. He was standing in the darkness, his plum red eyes boring into yours for a split second, as you instantly growled at him. He was not a human and surely not a member of your species. His pale visage almost made you question if he was even alive in the first place, but it was when he spoke that you spotted a pair of pearly fangs protruding from his gums. A demon, he was a demon.

“So they were right. There is indeed a werewolf roaming this forest…” the dark-haired dapper man said, staring you down in curiosity, as you retreated in the shadows to transform back in a more humanoid form. You were glad you had left a kimono in a nearby bush, just in case you had to turn back into a human while you were out into the wild.

However, you did not expect to come face to face with a demon that could do something more than roaring and hissing. He had to be a member of the Kizuki. The most important question now was if he was a threat to you.

“I’m glad to hear you know what I am. I assume you therefore are aware that werewolves are territorial. You have crossed the line and I am not particularly friendly, pal. I suggest you to leave” you replied, glancing at him as you made sure to have covered your naked body properly.

The demon did not seem fazed by your harsh words and bitter tone of voice. Maybe, he had been around for so long he had grown used to people throwing insults at him. Not that you cared, naturally.

“You are less scary than a nichirin blade is to a lower rank. — he flatly said, narrowing his eyes at you the moment your frame finally emerged from the darkness, the moon setting off your features with every step you took — I’m merely interested in studying your species. What’s your name, wolf-girl?” he asked you, quirking a dark eyebrow up.

He was bold, handsome, straightforward but, mostly, not scared of you. It was weird meeting someone’s gaze and finding out they were not disgusted by your very being, by your inner savage nature. Your presence did not offend him.

“My name’s Y/N. Who are you? I’m pretty sure you’re a member of the Twelve Kizuki” you retorted, crossing your arms against your chest, eyes travelling down his body as you studied his attire. He was a wealthy man, undoubtedly. Western clothes were expensive and the fabric embracing his fit body were surely the finest you had ever seen in your whole life.

The Demon King sighed, his lips curving into a grin as your eyes flashed yellow the moment he revealed his identity. If he could accept you, maybe, you had found your place in the world too. Your existence was not vain, you were not an abomination. That is why, two words, his name, changed your whole life.

“Muzan Kibutsuji”.

Now, as your bare feet touch the soft grass underneath you, the comforting sound of the dead leaves crunching with each step you took, you see yourself in a new light. He had made you realize that each being had the right to walk this Earth. Perhaps, not everyone would have accepted you, but you existed. You existed and he liked you.

Your first encounters were nothing more than you showing your abilities, your hunting style and the control you had over yourself. Muzan seemed genuinely interested in you, a different kind of monster. Your beauty, further more, enticed him. Sometimes, you tried to hide your fangs and ears, when you were merely talking, but he kindly chided you pointing out how you should have never hidden your true nature before him. He had allowed you to enter his Fortress, even though it was just to study your blood and system, at first.

But your relationship gradually changed. It was the way his predatory eyes soaked in your features, or the small gifts he gave you without a particular reasons, or perhaps your attraction was purely based on his gentle mannerism. You were not used to be accepted, let alone being the object of such courtesies and benevolence.

All you knew was that one minute you were watching hik scribble something down his notebook, admiring his elegant calligraphy, and the next you were struggling to breath, knelt between his legs, your lips around his shaft as you assiduously tried to please him.

It soon became an habit, a strange addiction.

The best part of it was that you could entirely be yourself with him. He loved your soft and grey ears poking from your hair. He admired them as you rode him, half-lidded eyes gazing at them as he absent-mindedly swept a thumb against your lips. You were perfect for him. He did not mind the way you ended up growling ferally, as he left bitemarks down your collarbone. He liked to watch you thrive to take the lead, almost eager to please him.

But now it was different.

As you finally found yourself in front of him, in his bedroom, safe from prying eyes, he shot you a demanding look that left nothing to imagination. His command was simple, his red eyes darting from you to the bed as his lips moved to strip you of the last shreds of morals left in you.

“On all fours” he sternly said, making shivers run down your spine.

It was weird to follow a new leader, when you had been your own master of the sea for years. You were your own alpha, you had never bent your knees to anyone before. Yet, you sensed he was different. He could easily make your knees buckle, break your spirit and crawl on the floor like a worm.

Your hands hastily undid your obi, your silky red kimono, another expensive gift from him, pooled at your feet as you stepped out of it and you presented your body to the Demon Lord.

Muzan seemed pleased by the sight of your naked formed, gloriously inviting him to take action, to mark as he loved to do. As you watched him fumble with the buttons of his white shirt, you let yourself go. Climbing on the bed, back arching as you settled your cheek against the puffy pillow of his bed, your wolfish characteristics kicked in. Your ears poked out, eyes glistening in a yellowish pigmentation typical of those animals and your tail wiggled in anticipation of what was yet to come.

“You know, that’s when I like you the most, when your free and comfortable with yourself. — Muzan praised you, the sound of his belt clinking as he unbuckled it, making you sink your canines onto your bottom lip — Howl for me. Let everybody know who is your new moon, the center of your gravity” he crooned then, as his fingers glided down your wet folds.

You sighed, eyes fluttering close as his fingere delved into you, deftly stretching you out for what was yet to come. Your legs quivered, soft noises left your lips as he thrusted his forefinger and middle digit into you at a steady pace. Breaking you was an art. He could have listened to your whimpers and moans for hours, never getting tired of the power he had over you. He would have never admitted it, never, but you were most likely the only thing that made him enjoy the nights.

The dreadful nights he hated for not being able to enjoy the sun.

“I bet you’re beutiful even in the sunlight. I’d give anything to see you run in a field of spiderlilies, while the your hair and skin are bathed by the warm light…” he ranted, taking you off guard as he witherdrew his fingers suddenly, before you could reach your climax.

You whined in contempt for the action, but his words were now stuck in your head, leaving you in a daze.

“I can love you under the moonlight. I can’t love in the sunlight, I can’t be myself when the sun shines. You are not there with me” you panted out, earning a bite onto the crook of your neck.

You mewled, blood running down your shouldersblades and breasts, staining the bedsheets underneath you as Muzan gripped your hips and slowly eased into you. He grunted, his tongue lapping at your wound as he bottomed out into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, mouth hanging open, while your inner walls squeezed him deliciously.

“Muzan—” you whimpered, his hips starting to move back and forth as he conquered you again, for the umpteenth time.

“Shut up. Shut up and let me possess you” he hoarsely whispered in your ear, his bloodied lips kissing the shell of your ear.

Moans, groans and the sinful sound of skin smacking against skin guided you to madness. Lust and hunger engulfed you two, when he increased the speed of his thrusts. When he finally came to a stop, Muzan pushed your head down by the back of your neck. His last thrust coming along a feral groan, his semen pouring into you, as he stilled and left one last kiss on your nape.

He pulled out slowly, after a few seconds, your eyes shut as you felt his essence ooze out of you. Your stomach was laying flatly onto the mattress, your eyes droopy as he ran one hand down your smooth back.

“Stay. Just for tonight, or for the rest of your life” he breathed out then and you could swear that something in your heart cracked for you were not alone anymore.

Not with him. Not with Muzan.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! This was an old request I never found a lot of inspiration to write for, but it’s october and the spooky season is officially here… Along with the kinky nature of the month. Therefore, I am glad to have fulfilled this small request, a little experimental too for me. I hope you guys can enjoy it and, since it’s a Muzan centered one, I think it is a good way to show why my username contains his name 😋❤️. Likes, comments and re-posts are always appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @doumadono @mrskokushibo @yazzzmints I DID IT. I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, LMFAO

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rolling-storm-writing · 1 year

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-Ghost/top!M reader: “I’m right here, baby”

Reader was put into a nasty coma and ghost hasn’t been the same. Still desperately trying to make you happy even through this long slumber.

A/N: im not one to write sad or dark things and this one really is not to heavy but still beware just in case. I hope y’all enjoy!

edit: this fic includes suicidal elements so please read with caution

“To grieve deeply is to have loved fully.”

But you weren’t even gone your lungs still filled with air, eyes watching through closed lids, and ears perking when you heard his choked sobs.

“Babe, Baby, (y/n).” The sound of his voice drowned out by the hammering of gun fire and ringing in the air. Sulfur and smoldering flesh danced along the ground, covering the both of you in its dark loving embrace.

You couldn’t move only watch through blurred eyes the frantic ones staring right back at you. Simon had cold eyes, deadly sharp shark eyes. Eyes that loved you and softened so sweetly when you were in his focus. “I’m right here, baby,” Simon murmured the rain of his tears dotting your face as you were carried up to the light. Safe and secured in these trembling arms of your Angel.

“He’s been like that since we got here…” Price whispered to Gaz as the rest of the team watched their crumbling comrade. The surgery was over but the doors remained shut and the curtain drawn shut, The Ghost never prayed to God for his mercy but today he did. Not as a monster of the 141 but as Simon Riley, still stained in his blood dried gear curled up on the floor just outside your door. His trembling hand pressed against the wall almost trying to push through the concrete to reach you.

The next morning nothing had changed, you wouldn't open your eyes and Simon tried to keep hope. And as days turned to weeks he continued to stay, living off the cold hospital food and you, your liquids.

Your muscles started to fade and your face sunk in a little bit almost like how you looked before meeting the 141. A scrawny guy would never had the pleasure of eating los vaqueros cooking, raiding Alex’s snack stash, or wolfing down a plate of ribs with ghost for a free meal.

“You look beautiful” he whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead brining the blanket up a bit higher. A heavy thing Farah had made and sent over to make sure you didn’t “freeze to death”.

Weeks passed and the ghost was starting to grow weary of this room you were trapped in. Books stacked high and puzzles glued and hung up for decoration of the room. Plants grew with flowers blooming just for you, a heating lamp to mimic the sun on your greying skin.

His lips pressing soft kisses to your own and everywhere you always liked him to.

Sometimes pacing, screaming at you when he halted his steps or begging you to just wake up when the days got particularly hard. The rage whispering, and sweltering river of tears of his begging apologies. Curled up to you wrapping your arms around him as if you’re still truly awake to soothe him.

Seven months, long and and quiet without your laughter to bring his own. Simon had grown smaller lost weight and shoulders no longer strong enough to carry the world. You had grown thinner almost sinking into the bed and lost in the sheets until the nurses would roll you over, keeping the bed sores away so the long stillness wasn’t to obvious.

Even then the sores still bloomed and Simon ran another bursting dam of tears into the already overflowing river.

A year passed and when the January dreariness started he brought you crisp mangos that Rudy had grown. Doting the slices with sweet chili lime and holding the mixture to your nose, letting the juices run down to your cracked dry lips.

“It’s spi-“

It was a deafening sound like a bursting bubble or shattering glass. Your weary eyes a shocked glaze as they stared at the widened ones of your lover. The smell of gun powder filled your nose with familiar smell of iron. The warm trickle and crimson droplets ran down your pretty face, mouth open and agape in a permanent disbelief.

Simons trembling hands steadying as he crawled into bed next to you, the barrel soft under his chin and burning with the heat of it previous discharge. The fire of it leaving a crisp edge at the new hole in his face, a perfect pair with yours…

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A/N: i don’t even know why I wrote this tbh- imma go write that Price one to make myself feel better

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jksprincess10 · 6 months

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Devour || Joel Miller x reader Halloween special

You make the grumpy Joel Miller wear a matching couple costume with you on Halloween. He takes it a little too seriously and tries to eat the little red riding hood.

CW: p with very minimal plot, Joel is a grumpy boyfriend, rough sex, dom!joel, brat!reader, bites, spanking, slight pain kink, oral sex (f receiving), rimming and a bit of ass play, pussy slapping and thigh slapping, begging, pet names (darling, little girl), dumb roleplay as teasing.

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"I look fucking ridiculous."

"No, you don't."

He's wearing one of his red flannels, except it's opened slightly to show some of his chest hair. Joel also has torn up pants that you DIYed and he wears a headband with fuzzy ears on his head. There's also a tail somewhere on his behind glued to a belt.

You, on the other hand, are wearing a short white dress with puffy sleeves and a red hood. You have black socks that go up to your thighs. There's a basket of candy on your arm to hand out to the kids.

Sarah had gone out trick or treating with a friend. So, you both decided to give out candy to the neighborhood kids. What Joel didn't agree to, though, was to dress up.

"Come on, big bad wolf, let's give candy." You tease him.

"You will pay for it." He grumbles.

"Looking forward to it." You wink.

"See? Wasn't too bad. And the kids liked it."

The basket was emptied in a matter of hours. Sarah had also come by and asked if she could stay at her friend's. Joel accepted after lecturing her on how she shouldn't eat too much candy.

Joel sighs and finally starts peeling off his costume like the ridiculousness of it all was physically hurting him. But you stop him, holding his big hands in yours.

"Let me take it off, please." He grumbles.

"No, you're too cute." You tease him.

He pushes you to the nearest wall, holding your hands up your head to stop you. Your breath catches in your throat under the impact.

"You're such a fucking brat." Joel says gruffly. "Maybe I should devour you."

"Nooo, please mister wolf. Don't eat me." You respond in fake panic, trying to hide your smile.

"Shut up."

His teeth scrape against your jaw, your neck. He bites down on your skin softly, making you squirm. Joel presses you harder against the wall, trapping you with his weight.

"I dress up to make you happy. And you're still. Not. Satisfied." He growls, his lips sliding to your cleavage.

A veiny hand tears open the top of your cheap dress, revealing your lacey bra. He pulls your breasts out of their prison, and he lowers his head to lick and bite your nipples. His calloused hands hold your tits up as he curses under his breath.

"So naughty, darlin'." His fingers play with your hard nipples, and you whine under his touch as you press your hips against his, desperate for friction. "So fuckin' easy to please."

You lose it when he falls to his knees in front of you, his fingers sliding down your socks as he leaves kisses and bites on the sensitive skin of your thighs.

"Pull up your skirt." He orders.

You feel ridiculous like this, your breasts falling out and half of your clothes thorn, but you know better than to refuse. You lift the bottom of your dress, looking down at Joel. You see, from the corner of your eye, the shape of his teeth sunken in your flesh in a few places.

He cups your pussy through your panties, feeling just how soaked you are for him.

"You like bein' my meal, baby?"

When you don't respond right away, he slaps your thigh. You yelp, before responding shakily.

"Y-Yes."

"Good. 'Cause I'm far from being done eating."

Joel tears your panties like it's nothing for him, leaving you bare to the air.

"Now, where should I enjoy my meal? Do you wanna lay down, darlin'?"

"Please."

He lifts you up and brings you to the room you share together. He abandons you on your bed. Before you can do anything, he's on his knees again, pulling on your legs to bring you closer to him. Joel licks a long stripe up your pussy and you're so relieved to finally being touched where you needed him most.

"F-fuck, Joel..."

You want to tug on his hair, but you're stopped by his ridiculous fuzzy ears, that you throw on the floor. You tug on his curls, keeping him close. He laps and drinks at you like a man stranded in a desert without water.

“So fucking delicious.” He growls against your cunt, the hot air coming out of his mouth making you shiver.

You’re sweeter than candy and the sounds you make drown him in lust. You protest when you feel the warmth of his mouth leaving you.

“Don’t complain’.” Joel says harshly with a little slap to your swollen pussy. You yelp in surprise and bite your lip as you look down at him.

“M’sorry Mister wolf, please don’t hurt me…”

“Then stop bein’ a fucking brat, darlin’.”

With his strong arms, he manoeuvres your body just like you’re a weightless doll and suddenly, you’re laying on your stomach. He settles behind you and puts his hands under your hips to lift your ass up in the air. Without restraint, he bites into the sensitive flesh of your left cheek, and you can’t help the cry coming out of your mouth. Joel caresses the pain away, before spanking your other cheek harshly. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, all you can feel is the sharp pain and the overwhelming pleasure. You feel yourself getting wetter, and you know he can see it too. With his thick fingers, he spreads your ass and spits in your hole, watching as his saliva slides down to your pussy.

“J-Joel, please…” you whine pathetically. “Please, fuck me with your tongue.”

“You beg so nicely.”

He obliges, the tip of his tongue plunging in your tight pussy hole. He fucks you with it, in and out, tasting your nectar directly from the source. Your legs start shaking and he digs his fingers in the flesh of your thighs to keep you from falling. You come undone ridiculously fast, both from the electric pain from earlier and the pleasure he’s procuring with his mouth.

“Doin’ so good little girl, might spare ya.” He groans against your heat.

He doesn’t stop licking and sticking his tongue in your hole occasionally, his hand going around your thigh so he can draw tight circles on your clit at the same time. You feel dizzy from pleasure.

“F-Fuck…” You curse as you come again in seconds.

You feel him moving away slightly. “Gonna eat your other greedy little hole, baby.”

You know he’s telling you so you can always refuse. Joel never proceeds with anything if he feels you even getting slightly uncomfortable.

“It’s all yours, Joel.”

“Yeah?” He lands a harsh slap on your ass, leaving a bright red trace behind. You moan a little too loudly. Thank God you’re both alone. “You’re just gonna take everythin’ I’m gonna give you.”

He spreads your butt cheeks and plunges without restraint. It feels different, but pleasant. His tongue alternates between circling your tight ring of muscle and licking up and down your crack. Joel inserts two fingers in your pooling heat without much difficulty since you’re so obscenely wet, and he fucks you with his digits relentlessly as he keeps devouring your ass. You’re soaking his fingers in no time in a third blinding orgasm. He lets go of you and your body goes limp. You give yourself a few moments to calm your breathing down, before you get up. Joel looks wild; hair tousled in all directions and his lips swollen and shiny with your juices. You push him down on the bed and straddle his thighs. Your hands undo his shirt with haste, kissing every piece of skin you’re uncovering.

“My turn to eat.” You smile against his skin.

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johnwickb1tsch · 2 months

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Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick Imagine Part 4 by @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake and @johnwickb1tsch

Original Post Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: So many dead doves! Do not eat! Unless you like dead doves, that is. You're in good company here. 😘 Violence, sexual content, blood, murder, kidnapping, possessive behavior, yandere sh!t...it's all here! Please take care! 😘

Johnwickb1tsch:

They’re trying to kill you.

That is the thought that plays through your mind as Tex takes you to the top of the mountain with that wicked tongue, only to pull back at the last moment. Again, and again, he drives you to madness with long hard licks and wet little flicks over your clit, two of those thick fingers buried inside your needy little cunt. The bed is soaked beneath you; your thighs have begun to tremble uncontrollably; your throat is hoarse from the violence of the moans he forces from your throat.

That you could be a stone, hard and unyielding and unaffected by any of this.

But you’re just a woman made of flesh and blood, and these two men may as well have read the book on how exactly to stretch you down that fine line between heaven and hell.

After edging you for the umpteenth time Tex wipes his mouth your thigh with a satisfied smirk, those dark eyes burning up at you. “You ready for me, honey?”

You know you resemble a haggard and small creature of the woods, your eyes huge and tear-filled as you look up at him. You should be proud, that a part of you still wants to tell him to go to hell. But some little voice warns you from the back of your head, that you wouldn’t survive it.

Language isn’t really working for you right now. All you can manage is a plaintive whine that makes him smirk down at you. Someday you bargain with yourself. Someday, you’ll figure out how to make them pay for this. But right now…you’re helpless. And so you might as well…

Your thoughts stop dead as Tex unzips his jeans. Your gaze follows that leading line of dark hair down, and you lay eyes on just what this man has in store for you. You’re not sure if the whimper you make is out of anticipation, or fear.

“Shh,” says John from behind you. You hadn’t forgotten about him, of course, his hands still full of your breasts. “You’ll be fine.” Easy for him to say, and from the firm bulge that keeps pressing your cheek with your head in his lap, you can tell he’s not going to be any easier on you either.

Tex sizes you up with that smoldering gaze, as though he’s plotting something nefarious. Just that look makes you ache all over again, even while you tremble with nerves.

“Goddamn,” he grumbles, almost to himself as he pumps himself in his hand, spreading the beads of precum from his tip. “You sure you don’t want a piece of this, Johnny?”

You’re not really sure what he means by that, and you look up at John with wide eyes, what has become your knee-jerk reaction when you seek assurance, or mercy. You forgot that right now, at least, he has none left for you. His sharp look aimed down at you is nothing less than that of a hungry wolf.

“Would you do that for me, sweet girl?” he asks, stroking you from the tips of your nipples up to your hair. That one touch makes you writhe, and the corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk.

With those big hands on your hips Tex flips you onto all fours, manhandling you into position exactly as he pleases. As he presses his length against the seam of your buttocks, grinding, your arms already begin to shake.

When John unzips his pants you begin to understand what they have in mind.

“Think you can handle us both, darlin’?” asks Tex, his hand lightly smoothing over the curve of your freshly bruised ass.

“She can do it,” John answers for you, sweeping your hair away from your face to turn your eyes up to his. He kisses you, coaxing you with his tongue, dragging your lower lip lightly with his teeth. “For me?” You hate yourself so much, for finding that you don’t want to disappoint him. You blink up at him, at a loss for words. But just slightly, you feel yourself nod, and he smiles at you like you have just signed your soul away to this wicked man.

With hands bracketing your head he guides you down to his massive erection. You take the velvety soft skin of his glans like a strawberry between your lips, licking messily before his light fingers on the back of your head guide you down. Simultaneously you savor Tex’s thick tip at your weeping entrance, your aching pussy craving to be stretched and ruined, before slowly he slides himself inside. He’s damn near gentle with you at first, as much as he can be with a cock like a weapon of massive destruction. Maybe it’s because of the mouthful you’ve got on the other end, or maybe…he’s savoring it too.

“Such a sweet little pussy,” he groans, working himself inside. “So tight and wet for me. Fuck.” Your answering moan is echoed all around, the cause and effect of Tex’s thrust driving you deeper onto John’s cock, to the very back of your throat, making you gag a little. The back and forth of it would almost have been comical, if not for the bone-melting madness overtaking the three of you in your quest for that ultimate release. For the moment your enmity with these men is forgotten. There is just flesh, and friction, and the promise of something absolutely incandescent on the horizon.

When Tex’s thick fingers slide between your legs to tease your nub you double down, clenching him fiercely inside you, so desperate to cum. It makes him swear behind you, pinching your clit in revenge. You see stars, so close to finally going to pieces. “Gaddamn, honey. I think you’d break a lesser man with that thing.”

You can’t tell him to shut up, so you moan in answer, the vibration on John’s cock causing him to buck up into your mouth, his long fingers grasping at your hair. You push your ass further up in the air in offering, tilting your hips, chasing your pleasure on Tex’s fingers with his manhood filling you to the hilt, and you minding your teeth all the while. Who knew you were such a champion multitasker? You deserved a fucking medal.

Tex’s thrusts grow more erratic behind you. His voice has dropped an octave, turned to pure gravel as he asks, “You close, baby?”

You’re not sure how he interprets your answering groan, but when his hips snap against you, filling you with the hot rush of his seed, it’s exactly the angle and the pressure you need. The explosion of scintillating warmth fills your womb and spreads outward, all the way to the tips of your fingers. John’s strong hands on your shoulders are all that save you from collapsing on him, as he spills salty cum into your mouth. You shudder with your aftershocks as you swallow him down, Tex’s fingers gripping your hips so hard you know you’ll have bruises.

To say you collapse is an understatement. The three of you lay curled together as though you are nearly dead, unable to move for several minutes more. It’s John who recovers first, not shy about kissing you with his mitt of a hand holding your cheek, sliding down your neck, then teasing your nipple. You cry out for the overstimulation, squirming away, and Tex’s broad chest rumbles with low laughter behind you.

“See,” says Tex sleepily, always having to get in the last word. “I knew you’d cum ‘round.”

“If I could move, I would kick you,” you grumble, even as you nestle down on his arm beneath you, the swell of his bicep your pillow.

“Sticks and stones, rattlesnake,” he fires back softy into your hair, just this side of the line between awake and asleep.

“I’m going to gag you both,” John threatens, sounding just as tired, his hand on your waist. When you look to him through heavy lashes you see the slight curve of his smile, his dark eyes all for you.

You all fall into a deep slumber before he has to make good on the threat.

Sweetwolfcupcake:

When you wake up next time, you notice two things first--

One, that your clothes are not the same from last night, they smell fresh-- you smell fresh.

Second, despite the freshness, there is a dull ache between your legs and exhaustion in your limbs.

All you want to do is to remain in bed.

The bed... It smells fresh, too. You sigh, dream-like flashes of being in a tub with them come to you one by one. Were you so out of it?

Why wouldn't you be? They exhausted you, left you sore, reeling, and alone.

You don't realise the dull sting behind your eyes until you are blinking away tears.

You really are their plaything, aren't you?

And you could not even resist them, resist the temptation last night.

Frustrated and rather disappointed at yourself, yet not finding much heat to the fire as you would have liked, you sink further into the softness of the bedding, letting your tired limbs relax.

But the state does not last long, as you hear the door to the room being unlocked. You perk up- alert as a deer as you turn your head.

"Good morn'n, Rattlesnake! In mood to bite?"

You roll your eyes and let your head fall back. You have no energy for another round of war of words.

"Aww, are you all spent-up now? No hissin' ?"

And the most annoying person award goes to him.

But you hold back the biting reply at the tip of your tongue. Instead, choosing to nestle into the covers.

"You still sore down there?"

You frown, surprised at the question. Hid voice lack the usual biting playfulness, instead has a tinge of... something. You are almost afraid to say but, something like concern hides in his question.

But you mentally shake your head, Tex doesn't really care, neither of them care, according to your conclusions.

"I'm asking something."

The edge in his voice makes you glare back at him as he looms over the bed.

"I--Im--" Your mouth feels dry and throat, slightly irritated. "I'm good." You manage to finish after clearing your throat.

Tex's eyes remain locked with yours for a good moment before he nods and turns to the nightstand, pouring some water into a glass.

"Sit up now, breakfast's on comin'."

Your stomach grumbles at the word, and you are suddenly famished. Yes, breakfast would be good.

Only if you can eat alone.

Somehow, after last night, you do not want to face them. More embarrassed at yuyr broken resolution to not get tempted by them than afraid of them mocking you.

You are waiting for the stinging mockery, but for now, Tex shows no sign of it. Instead, he ushers you to sit up, and you do with a slight groan.

"Why are you being like this?"

The question slips out of you before you can think twice, and Tex rewards you with a smirk.

"Aww, I thought you'll like me better then."

He leans closer, invading your space like je owns it, owns you.

Fun fact, he doesn't.

"I don't like you." You narrow your eyes at him.

"Didn't feel that like last night, honey."

There was the mockery back in his tone. Strangely, a concerned, or even mildly sweet Tex puts you on edge more than an silent, observant John.

But you can't help the flush on your cheeks and neck at the mention if the previous night.

They pulled you to the heights you have never been before and sunk you to the depths you do not think you can be in again.

Before you can come up with an apt reply, the door opens again, and the quieter devil walks in with a tray in his hold.

Well, isn't it a lovely morning?

Treedaddymcpuffpuff:

You shovel food and orange juice down your gullet like you’ve been starving for weeks. You feel like you have been starving for weeks. You have got to admit, whoever made this meal knows what they’re doing - no complaints from you as you stuff yourself with delicious eggs and thick buttery toast.

“Slow down, honey,” John says, catching your attention. You look up to see them both watching you eat like you’re some kind of circus freak.

You glower at him. “What, I’m not even allowed to eat like I want?”

It’s sort of like you’re a little honey bee using its dying stinger on an armored Rhino, because he just stares you down with a tiny crinkled warning at the corner of his eyes - you hate that you know enough about him to get nervous just from that look.

Tex snorts. “Told ya she’d get her bite back. Listen, little snake, you better start being nicer to the two men that decide whether you get to have orgasms or not.”

He laughs at your expression. “Oh no, don’t gimme that curled lip. It’s true.”

“Is that what I am?” You ask, batting your eyelashes and scrunching your nose - trying another approach. If being a bitch hasn’t worked so far, maybe adorable and pathetic will yield some results. “Am I a sex slave? Like, some kind of cheap whore.”

“Oh, my Bonnie lady,” Tex says, sitting on the edge of the bed and tucking a loc of hair behind your ear. “You are not some cheap whore.” For a minute, his expression turns genuine. Ah, so maybe acting like a sweet bimbo is the ticket.

“After all, 2.5 million dollars ain’t exactly cheap.” Your hopes are dashed as the wicked grin slides back onto his face like it belongs there permanently.

You can’t help it - you glare bullets into him. Fucking asshole.

After you’re done eating, John takes your plate out. You try and stand up, but your legs are still wacky inflatable wailing tube men. Tex picks you up in one swoop, even though you threaten to curse his family bloodline, and then carries you into the living room. Oh, this place is nice.

Open, white sandstone. Coral brick trim. A warm breeze drifting through gauzy cream curtains that you can’t quite see behind. Massive windows blocked by climbing vines. You don’t know much about architecture - you haven’t traveled - but it sort of looks like you’re in a rainforest bungalow.

“Where are we?” You ask Tex, wide eyed and open mouthed.

“I’ll tell you if you give me another kiss.”

Not a chance in hell, cowboy, you think, turning your head away.

John is sitting on the big red linen sectional, thumbing over some kind of electronic, sleek tablet. When he sees you, he beams a devastating smile that could snuff Tex’s cheeky grin any day. Maybe that’s just because he doesn’t smile a lot, though.

Your mouth can’t help but raise a little. Visions of last night are starting to flood back into your head, and, with John and Tex center in all of them, you’re getting shyer and more embarrassed by the minute.

There’s a reason for the aching soreness between your legs and your inability to stand for more than five seconds: They had fucked the absolute shit out of you. On the bed several times, in the bathtub, on the counter, tongues and teeth and hands and cocks stretching you and filling to the brim. Pretty soon, it had turned into a contest of who could make you scream the loudest, or who could make you beg harder, or who could transform you into a babbling, incoherent, mindless set of holes. And then they started working together again, giving a new meaning to the word human fucktoy.

The verdict is clear, you are definitely now an expensive whore.

“C’mere,” John murmurs, holding out his arms for Tex to hand you over. They pass you along like you’re a pampered kitten instead of a grown woman, and John curls you up on his lap. He gives your head a little kiss. “How are you feeling? Any unbearable discomfort?”

“Yes. Please. I need to go to a hospital right away.” You roll your eyes.

“That mean you’re ready for another round?” Tex asks, toying with the hem of your silky nightie.

You practically climb up John’s chest to get away from him. “No. No. Too much.”

John unhooks your arms from his head, looking all too amused, and settles you back into his lap. He completely ignores the back and forth between Tex and you, opting instead to pull up something on his device and show Tex.

“Really? What in the fuck.” Tex raises an eyebrow. “He’s either dumb or stupid.”

You look between them, oblivious.

John speaks like he’s having a casual picnic conversation. “We’re going to kill Bradford. How do you want us to do it?”

For once, you’re looking at Tex for help.

He shrugs. “Ladies choice.”

Johnwickb1tsch:

It dawns on you with horror that these two men are trying to draw you even further into complicity with the horrible events of the past couple of days. If you help plot Bradford's death--youre not a hapless victim anymore.

You'd be an accomplice.

"I don't want him dead," you say quietly. "Jesus, you're not putting that on me."

"After what he did to you?" asks John, genuinely surprised. "He betrayed you."

"He's an asshole. Yeah. But...what about his kids? His wife?"

John just looks at you blankly. Tex, however, is not so skilled at hiding his emotions, his handsome features pulled in a frown.

"Guess that's what we get for tryin' to do somethin' nice." Rather incongruously, he pulls your feet into his lap, squeezing them in his big hands. That part, at least, feels heavenly. Everything is sore...but why do your feet hurt?

So how do you break it to your assassin boyfriends--lovers?--captors??-- that murder is not the best gift for a sweetheart?

John just sighs, and you can't help but feel like you've disappointed him.

"She's kinda ungrateful, isn't she? Maybe we should teach her a lesson." Suddenly Tex's hold on your feet becomes restraining.

"Hey!"

You look to John for help, but his arms just tighten around your waist. You have gone from pampered kitten to mouse in a trap in two seconds flat.

"When someone offers you a gift, you say Thank you."

"Murder is not a gift," you snarl, pushing at him with your heels. It's fruitless, of course, but it does make him smile. He slides to the floor, wedging his body between your legs, and you are fucked.

Maybe literally as much as figuratively.

"What if it's his life or yours?" asks John behind you.

"What do you mean?"

"He's talking to reporters."

"And he is not tellin' the story he was paid to."

You look down at Tex who is grazing his teeth against the inside of your knee, almost absently, like a puppy gnawing on a toy.

"It could put us all at risk."

You blink, not sure what to make of all this. "...Why would he do that? Surely he knows you would go after him?"

"Maybe he's settin' a trap. Tryin' to smoke us out."

"Then doesn't it make sense to lay low here?" you ask hopefully.

"Aww, she wants us at home," purrs Tex. "But there is the principle of the matter. Poor Johnny boy'll be goin' broke pretty soon here, payin' Bradford first for information, then for silence, and then he's gotta pay you..." The man flashes you a shit eating grin, and you can hear the rest on the tip of his tongue.

The whore.

"Sounds like that makes me his whore, cowboy. Maybe you shouldn't be touching me." His hand had been sliding slowly up your thigh as he ran his mouth, which was kinda nice, but now you smack it like a naughty boy caught with his paw in the cookie jar.

At first he's actually surprised--by the snap of the sound, or that you would even dare. Then an evil little grin curls his full lips, his dark eyes glittering like you just handed him a marvelous gift. "John, where's that rope? The fancy stuff you were talkin' about?"

John, however, is still as a statue behind you, considering his answer.

Suddenly, he stands with you in his arms. You clutch at him for the sudden loss of gravity, but he is solid and unyielding in his grip of you. "Sorry, but she raises a good point. I think I've earned some alone time with my darling."

He strides for the bedroom, and you peek over his broad shoulder at Tex, who watches you go with a rather forlorn look on his stupidly handsome face. He narrows his eyes though, when he catches you looking. You flip him the bird behind John's back, knowing full well you'll pay for it later...but God it feels good. 🖕

Sweetwolfcupcake:

You smell, feel, and hear the tension even before he is inside the bedroom again. But the moment he slams the door shut, the deafening sound rings all kinds of warning bells inside you.

Okay, okay, you were being a smart mouth a few moments ago. You wanted to piss off the meaner of the two, horned-hell crawlers. But now, when John marches towards the bed, you feel regret, fear and anticipation creeping in like a deadly cocktail.

You can't see his face first, but the moment he drops you on the bed, you can.

Oh boy,

You have dug your own grave.

You realise this while you are trying to back away, an involuntary movement, as if your body understands the danger much before your mind processes it.

"Now, now-- this would be cheating, no backing down." His heavy hand comes to cease her movements with ease.

His voice is honeyed, his touch still soft but his eyes, his eyes are the grounds of clashes-- softness with a steely resolve, burning hunger and cold malice. This...this is what you are scared of.

This is why he is a dangerous man-- he can't be deciphered, he can't be read but he knows himself, and he knows you, he reads you like a school book and every time he would urge, you know you will open up to him, bend to his whims.

" John..." the name slips out of you like a habit, but it is not supposed to be a habit. It is supposed to be a warning, your last attempt to save your soul, your heart, and yourself. "I think---"

"You think after your mouth moves,"

He smirks, as if he has been waiting for the slip-up. Maybe he has been indeed waiting. Like a patient tiger.

His lips are soft, almost delicate on yours, your thoughts melt as his lips mould with yours as if sculpted to be one with you, as if you both are the perfect sculptures of ancient lovers, marbled into immortality.

He steals your breath, along with your thoughts and perhaps most of your sense of self-preservation as you let his hands lay heavy on your thighs and pull down the oh-so-comfortable shorts. You let him, because you hardly feel it.

You hardly feel, see, or even hear anything beyond the kiss, beyond the sensation of his lips on yours, his breathing mixing with yours. And when he finally pulls away, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips to his, your eyes open to his dark, passionate, but oddly calm orbs-- like he has jumped into a fire-pit, but he knows what he is doing.

He obviously knows what he is doing because you realise your half-naked state only after he has settled himself between your knees, holding down your thighs and spreading them open like he has just discovered a treasure box.

"WAIT! Wait---"

Your voice is cut short into silent, gasps and heavy breathing with shivering forms as his fingers reach in between, swiping over your opening, flicking over your pearl with practised ease and precision-- he does not even have to try, he has you glistening and shaking even before you can scramble through your thoughts and push for an arguement.

The desired, needed argument never truly comes. All that comes through are meaningless worlds, half-hearted protests and the sounds you do not even realise you make.

"It's okay to give in, you know...What's the point of fighting anyway?"

His fingers move with purpose this time, eyes gleaming as if you are a puzzle, a challenge for him to undo, to solve, to disarm. And mostly, he does, he almost wins. Until this question. Like he is challenging yu, testing you.

What's the point of fighting this? These insane circumstances?

"Because---because I'm not a plaything!" You grit out, now fighting the steady build of pleasure as your body threatens to bend to his will.

Not a whore!

You want to scream that on their stupidly handsome faces, but you know that it might not be in your best interest-- screaming at them.

To your surprise, he stops, just as you are about to have your eyes rolled back. You are breathless against his calm, frowning face. It is the rare times you can read his eyes-- confusion, surprise and something else that you cannot point out blooms in them.

"You... you are not a plaything." His voice is soft, but sure, like his eyes.

Yes, you do notice his pretty-brown eyes, which look deceptively sweet. The man is a beguiling as a whole. Hiding his horns so well under his smooth, soft hair, his hunger behind his kind eyes and his brutality, under the soft touch, the gentle hold.

But this time, you do not fall for it. You raise an eyebrow, almost smiling sarcastically.

"Oh yeah?"

Something in his eyes shifts, something in his whole form, his aura, shifts.

"Yeah."

There is a hardness to it. And somehow, this time, it does not scare you. Instead, a certain warmth shows its tiny, unsure head, just touching the surface, scared to break, but it is there.

"Yeah, because I-- we, do not fake a death for a plaything."

He continues, pulling you closer, simultaneously, pushing his finger back into you. You grasp and scramble for an anchor, conveniently finding his shoulders.

"Because, I won't topple a whole damn empire, for a plaything."

His voice only hardens, as his gaze meets yours, while his finger digs deeper, making a heat erupt in you that threatens to consume you.

"Because Tex won't be risking it all, erasing all that is left of your previous poor, miserable life, just to keep you, if you were a plaything, to him, to us."

He growls into your ear, pulling you flush against him, adding another finger before they curve into the perfect angle, reaching your sweet spot and you bite your lip, threatening to draw blood while trying to keep a sane mind-- at least sane enough to absorb his words.

"Because we don't trace the medical history of our plaything just to make sure nothing, nothing bad touches her but us."

He sounds almost unhinged and it should be concerning how less bothered you are by this. How can this be bothering you when you feel like a ship stuck in a storm? Threatened, tossed around by waves of pleasure while you desperately hold on to the very source of your plight.

"Oh--John!"

"Tell me, honey, does that sound like us playing?"

You want to shake your head but all you can do is to gasp and inhale as much air as you can, as if you are drowning. You are not. But you are thrumming as your eyes roll back and you moan aloud, feeling yourself gushing around his still-moving but slowed fingers. You bend to the crook of his neck, rocking your hips against his fingers. You feel the intensity of it as it washes over you, leaving a serene tiredness behind.

But he is far from done.

"A Plaything is not studied, not observed, not cared for, not kissed like I kiss you." John hisses, pulling his fingers out, your essence glazed over them.

He does not wait for your response. Simply, pushes you down until you are flat on your back, and despite the t-shirt covering your upper half, you have never felt more exposed.

He tilts his head at the T-shirt before, in an abrupt, yet buttery motion, he tore it apart. And while you do gasp in surprise, it sends a tingle down your spine and makes your core throb. There is a different gleam in his eyes this time.

"We do not turn against our codes just for a plaything. We did it for you-- risked it all for you..." He leans in to kiss you again and this time, you welcome it with open arms.

The feeling of his intimidating length against your opening makes you gulp with nerves and anticipation. You are sore still, but so ready for him. As if you are made for him. For them.

Are the words true?

Is he telling you the truth?

"We don't do after FBI agents for playthings, honey, get those stupid thoughts fucking out of your little head." he hisses as he pushes in, slow but barely restrained.

There is a sincere madness in his eyes, in his tone, as if the mask of 'civilised' just meted before your eyes and all you can see, through the inky strands hanging, those raw, primal eyes that remind you of an apex predator right before it bites and tear into its prey.

He decks down too, and you almost expect him to sink his teeth into your skin, draw blood, and tear you apart. But you only feel his teeth graze against your skin, as if tasting, sniffing before he thrusts in, eliciting a short, sharp scream from you.

It feels full, yet not full enough. There is a dull but pleasant throb and you crave more, legs tempted to wrap around his hips. But you feel so spent, so conflicted, so ready, so good-- the odd mix of emotions frustrates you to the point of tears.

Is this how you surrender to this? To your fate?

Is this how the conflict ends? Or is it the beginning of a war.

"By the way..."

John speaks through his moving hips, lips and teeth on your skin, measuring, tracing, marking.

"Whether you want to or not, Bradford dies. And he dies a sorry death for trying to snatch away what isn't his."

Are you really out of your mind, or does this sound like a dark promise?

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ROADTRIP PART 2

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 4

When you drive in the first thing you see is Buffalo. You take a couple pics and post them.

"Are you guys hungry?" Your mom asks

"YEESSSS!" everyone says in unison

"Alright look at the map and tell me what you wanna eat.

We decided on restaurant and drove there. Whe got a booth. I sat next to Walker and Leena sat next to me.

"I think I'm gonna have the fried chicken. What are you gonna have?" Walker asks me looking up from the menu at you

"Mac & Cheese" You said with a smile that Walker knew exactly what you were talking about

"Kraft Mac & Cheese if your parents don't buy it stop loving them" you recited

"Oh my God" Walker said rolling his eyes looking back down at his menu

When you leave the restaurant everyone is full. You go to your cabin and flop on the couch.

"I might explode" You groan

"Me too" Walker says as he lays down on the floor next to you. Making it kinda look like a crime scene.

"Oh no Walker's stupidity kill them both!" Lenna walks in with a smile

"Not yet!" You reply slightly lifting your head and putting it back down.

"Hey!" He said fake offended

Later that night everyone goes to the cabins campfire (I don't know if that is a thing. But pretend it it).

Everyone was making smores around the fire.

"Where is Walker?" You ask

"Boo!" Walker silently came up behind you and yelled in your ear. You scream and turn to see Walker laughing

"Walker! You almost made me drop my smore!" You yelled as you hit his shoulder.

He sat down next to you and made his own smore.

"Let's tell scary stories!" Walker said excited

"Noooo! I don't wanna have nightmares!" You complain

"Don't be chicken!" He reply and starts the story not listening to you.

"Years ago, a pack of ravenous wolves roamed these very woods, their eyes glowing fiercely in the moonlight. They were led by a massive alpha, whose howl could be heard for miles around. One night, a group of campers, much like them, set up camp in the same spot. Little did they know that they were being watched by the pack of wolves, their hunger growing with each passing minute. As the campers slept, the wolves attacked, their sharp teeth tearing through flesh and bone. The screams of the campers echoed through the woods, a haunting reminder of the horrors that lurked beneath the trees. To this day, it is said that the wolves still roam the woods, searching for prey. And on nights when the moon is full, their howls can still be heard, sending a shiver down the spines of anyone who dares to venture into their territory."

You hear a wolf howl and your eyes widen. You get closer to Walker.

"Alright let's go inside" Leena said seeing you were scared.

You looked at her with "Thank you!" Eyes and she nodded and smiled

Everyone got up and went inside to get ready for bed. You finished and went and sat on your bed and watched TV.

Your pajamas ⬆️

You were sharing a room with your sister and Leena. Walker across the hall.

Your sister was already asleep when Leena walked in.

"I thought you'd be asleep already." Leena said

"Not a hug fan on going to sleep right now." You said talking about the story

"Walker is annoying." she said

"Yeah" you nodded

"What are we watching?" she said hopping on your bed

"You don't have to stay up with me. I'll be fine." You said appreciating what she was trying to do

"You're my best friend and my stupid brother scared you. It is my duty to stay awake with you." She smiled

"What do you wanna watch?" You smiled

"Thor The Dark World!" She replied

You put it on with a smile and gave her the popcorn you had.

"Hey I know her!" Leena pointed to you on the screen

You both laughed

After about 2 hours you and Leena fell asleep.

You woke up in a sweat after dreaming about the wolves. You were scared. Leena said wake her up if she falls asleep and you have a nightmare. But you couldn't do that to her. There was someone who deserved being woken up. You got out of bed and Walker over to Walker's room. You knocked but there was no answer you slowly open the door and see Walker dead asleep.

"Walker!" You whisper yelled

Nothing

"Walker!" You said a little louder shaking him

"What?!" he groaned

"I had a nightmare" You pouted

"What about?" he asked still kinda out of it

"Your wolf story" you replied

"I'm sorry." He said actually compassionate "I didn't mean to scare you that much."

"Can I stay in here with you for a while?" You ask

"Yeah. Yeah. Of course." He said moving over

You laid down next to him and he hugged you. It was very comforting. He may be annoying sometimes but you knew he would protect you and would always be there if you needed him.

The next morning you woke up and saw it was 9 am.

"Walker" you said over your shoulder

"Hmm" He replied

"It's 9"

"So?"

"I'm hungry"

"Fine" He said letting go of you

You go to your room and change out of your pajamas.

Your outfit ⬆️ (you can change these outfits if you want)

You went to the kitchen where everyone is eating breakfast. Your mom made everyone French toast. It was delicious. After breakfast we all got in the van. We went to see Old Faithful which was beautiful then we went to the gift shop.

Do you like this?" Walker asked showing you a sweatshirt

The sweater Walker showed you⬆️

"Oooo! I love it! Why?" You asked

"No reason" He said casually and walking away

You look around and buy a few things. We all went back to the thevan and sat in our seats.

"Here" Walker said handing you a bag

You open the bag and see the sweatshirt that he showed you earlier

"Oh my gosh! Walker you didn't have to do that!" You said smiling holding it up looking at it

"Yes I did! It's repayment for scaring you last night." He replied happy you liked it

"Thank you!!" You said hugging him

"Of course!" He replied

You put it on as everyone drove back to the cabin.

You were reading on the couch and Walker was on his phone when your mom walked in the room

"Kids come look outside! It's snowing!" Your mom said

You and Walker both raced to the window to see blankets if white covering everything

"Oh my gosh it's so pretty!" You said admiring it's beauty

"Race you outside! Walker said running to the door and putting on his jacket.

You ran after him and put on your jacket and boots as fast as you could

"Walker?" You said stepping outside not seeing him anywhere. Then a snowball hit you right in the face.

"Bullseye!" He laughed

You guys had a snowball fight for at least 29 minutes then went back inside. Soaked. Especially Walker.

"I won!" You said with a smile

"Yeah right. I won!" Walker rolled his eyes

"Right Walker. Whatever you have to tell yourself." You said putting your hand on his shoulder

"You know what you're right..." He said clearly up to something

"I think the winner should get a hug" He said as you started running

"No! I wet enough as it is" You ran as fast as you could for about 2 minutes but you knew he was going to catch you eventually.

"Fine! You won! Happy?" You said turning around with your hands up

"Very" He said with a smile

We were now driving back home.

"It's so pretty here" Walker said looking out the window. You took a picture of him and posted it.

Then Taylor texted you

"I'm invited to the Grammys!" You exclaimed

"That's awesome! Congratulations!" Walker said hugging you

"Omg! That's amazing! Congratulations y/n!" Leena said very happy for you

"Thank you! I'm so excited!" You said smiling

When you got home it was midnight so you invited Walker and Leena to spend the night.

"That's sounds amazing! I'm so tired." Lenna said so happy

Leena would sleep in your room and Walker in the guest room.

"So, I got an email from my fashion designer and she gave me a couple options for the Grammys. Which one do you think I should pick?" You asked showing her your phone

"I think...that one" she said pointing to the one on the left

Your dress for the Grammys ⬆️

"That one it is!" You said emailing your fashion designer (Alexandria)

Couple days later

You were so excited!

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klausysworld · 1 year

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babe listen i NEED a wolf klaus smut where he eats her out and sucks her tits

(This is not part of the other wolf story. In this one-shot Klaus and reader have been together for quite a long time.)

I love all of you

It wasn’t really something either of them had spoke about. She had to ever give it much thought, a dream here and there that she pushed to the back of her head but that was all. Klaus would be lying if he said it an experience he hadn’t wanted to have. His wolf was an inappropriate being. Often plaguing Klaus’ head with filthy images and dreams that had him panting and grinding into his own bed.

His wolf craved her. And those moments when he had his head between her legs, he could only imagine how much longer his tongue would be, how it could curl inside her. He had such an animalistic urge to have her while in his other form.

She had only seen his wolf form a few times over the years and whenever she did he was all over her. His tongue was rougher than normal as it licked along her neck and face lovingly making her laugh and pull him to her. He didn’t mean to give into his wolf’s desires and let his mouth wonder to her breasts, licking gently across the swells and listening to her heart beat rise. The blood rushed to between his legs, the thought of knotting entering his mind.

He was knocked from his thoughts when he felt her tug at his fur

“Klaus? You okay?, your eyes are gold again” she whispered slightly concerned as his large canines threatened the skin of her breast. He immediately backed off, they hadn’t been together very long back then and he knew he had been in the wrong.

He never wanted her to be uncomfortable, or afraid of what he could do to her. But while stuck in his own head, fighting against that side of himself, he didn’t realise how her body had arched to his mouth, soft moans muffle by her hand as he subconsciously suckled at her nipple, his sharp teeth lightly tracing the flesh in his mouth. She only stopped him because his eyes were so gold, a growl erupting from his throat due to his inner battle and she worried he didn’t really want to go through with it.

She knew how he could be sometimes, his animalistic nature was possessive and hungry. Hungry for attention, affection, touch, lots of touch. Often his control could slip during sex, his wolf coming forward and beginning to roughly pound into her, eyes gold as he grunted and growled while the bed shook and she cried out, his cock growing thicker as his claws emerged and dug into her ass making her moan in both pleasure and pain.

He becomes clingier from time to time, she has learnt this to be a werewolf trait. He find himself in a rut mind set. Klaus hates when it happens, having to go on such basic instincts he thought he was too powerful for and yet when the season came around there he was almost begging to fuck her.

And so when it came around this time, he felt a little more comfortable coming to her. They had been together multiple years now and she had convinced him that it was better to come and be with her then try to wait it out

“If you need something just ask for it Nik, you know that i love you, i just want you to be okay” she told him with his face in her hands “My wolf, he-“

“No i love you wolf, you know this. I love all of you, your wolf too, i love how rough he is” she whispered lowly into his ear making him shudder and his wolf purr. That night he was able to do anything he wanted to her without worrying, she was happy to scream out in reassurance that she was in fact loving every passing second.

That’s why this time his rut hit he was already waiting for her in his bare form. But then something came up causing her to be later than originally planned. She wasn’t aware that he was growing far more desperate, his wolf clawing his way out from the inside.

When she returned home she found him close to passing out on their bed, naked and panting making her rush on over

“Nik, oh Nik, I’m so sorry” she whispered seeing his teeth on display, eyes shining and claws gripping the sheets. She quickly undressed herself but he didn’t move

“You- need- to leave-“ he panted making her frown

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She asked worried

“Wolf” he muttered and she frowned before his leg snapped and his eyes shut in pain

“Oh..” she breathed before sitting down next to him, her hands taking his head and bringing it to her lap but it only made it worse. Her pussy was so close to face, his head tilted back and his tongue darted out to taste her making her breath in sharply and pull him closer as her eyes fell shut. He moaned quietly as he swallowed before licking at her wetness again, completely ignoring the pain as his spine broke and then fixed back into its new place.

Before either of them knew it he was in wolf form, his tongue moving slow and sensually along her folds, savouring her addicting taste.

“Oh god, Nik!” She whined as his tongue felt rougher as it dragged along her clit, her hands grabbed onto his fur unknowingly as her head tilted back. Each and every nerve could be felt as he continued to give long drawn out swipes of his tongue. Her legs bent at the knee as she opened them wider and pulled him closer

“Fuck you feel so good Nik” she whispered making him growl softly in approval. His eyes, although heavy, opened to see her pleasure. He saw his his own snout as he lapped at her sweet cunt making him panic and pull away making her cry a ‘no’ and quickly look down to him.

Her brows rose seeing his wolf, but her lust was so strong she didn’t care. She could see how hard he was trying to stop himself but her fingers curled into his fur making his stop his retreat

“Nik, it’s okay, it’s okay I swear” she nodded and he felt heat pool throughout him. His eyes were pitch black as tried to turn back but it wouldn’t work. His wolf needed this, her.

“Please, please i just need you” she whimpered and his eyes closed at the feel of her hands stroking his face

“I want you Klaus, you and your wolf” she told him in a low whisper making his mouth open. He could feel her hands pulling him toward her, his cold nose touched her hot core making her gasp but keep him there all the same. Any resistance he had was thrown out the window when he accidentally inhaled.

“God i love you, so so much Nik, so fucking much” she uttered making him bring his awaiting tongue back to where they both needed it. A deep guttural sound came from his throat as his tongue licked up inside her. He had never seen her so wet so fast, her hands tugging him so desperately.

He was able to roll and curl his tongue in ways he had never been able to before. Thriving of her sounds as her body jerked toward him and she gasped each time he stoked her walls.

He knew when he found her spot as she let out a choked cry and her nails dug into the scruff of his neck

“Fuck again Nik” she whimpered and he did so without a second of hesitation. His tongue moved faster and skilfully to meet her demands. She could’ve cum right there and then but held herself together as her back arched and she brought her own hands to her breasts, circling and tapping her nipples to make them hard.

His nose rubbed in time with tongue against her stimulated clit, her cries growing louder making her pinch herself. His eyes rose seeing her body so heavenly above him. She was now on her knees, thighs spread as he eagerly pleased her, lead on his stomach while he experimented with his new found advantages. Her fingers twisted lightly at her her little diamonds and she gasped again.

He was determined to have cum in his mouth. He could almost taste it now as she held it back from him, his tongue reaching every sensitive micrometer inside her. Her body rocked to help him rub against her clit, he enthusiastically moved his head to keep up with her movement’s, basking in her waves of pleasure.

“Oh god” she panted and he knew.

Five more perfect curled of his tongue and she was lurching forward, holding onto him tightly and moaning endlessly while he lapped and lapped.

As he moved out from below her she rolled onto her back, her breaths still uneven as she lazily smiled. She heard his bones snap quickly before he was holding her to him, spooning her perfectly and kissing the skin of her neck

“That was unbelievable” she whispered and he hummed lowly. She felt his hard length press to her ass making her eyes fall shut as she ground against him lightly

“Love-“ he gruffed

“You can do whatever you want to me” she reminded in that thick gravelly tone that he could never argue with.

Her hand took ahold of his already leaking thickness, bringing him to her still soaked entrance, eager for him to have her.

His arms held her contrastingly gently as he thrust into her in one fast motion. Her pretty lips spreading open for him as he was already aggressively thrusting into her. Deep throaty sounds escaping him and she clung to his strong arms and her sounds fell out rushed and needy.

“You like when my wolf plays with you love?” He asked huskily and she moaned in response

“Want me to fuck you till you cry and need me to rock you to sleep?” He cooed

“Need me to fuck you so hard you still feel me there weeks later” he growled

He rolled them both so she was on her stomach and he was taking her from behind. His hands grabbed onto her hips, claws scraping her skin as he pulled her onto all fours and pounded fast and hard into her. His dick caressed all along her silky walls, enticing him to fuck her like she were a doll. Not an ounce of humanity or care in his eyes as his body inhumanly fucked hers.

Her entire body was moving back and forth, the bed creaking as she nearly sobbed in ecstasy. Both their minds drew blank, purely focused on what they could feel as he buried deep inside her, hips moving while he pulled her back and forth to meet his own. The ‘slap’ each time contact happened echoed through the room while he groaned loudly.

Her mouth hung open as her arms gave out and the side of her face pressed against the mattress, little whimpers leaving her as her sensitivity became unbearable and her pleasure reached its highest point. But his movements didn’t slow for even a second as she came all down her thighs, only making it easier for him to slide in and out of her. Her cunt clung to him tightly making him feral with the need to release. His body only moved faster, getting as deep inside her as he could possibly be as he began to fill her with his release, still fucking into her as she gushed down her legs. He mumbled to her incoherently as his hands held so tightly she could feel the bruises form.

Once he was surely done spilling within her he began to slow. The second his hands let go, her body was on its side. His quickly following suit and clinging to hers

“need shower“ she muttered tiredly but wouldn't let her go

“you can get clesn when we're finished“ he whispered and she breathed a laugh as she nodded

“five minutes?“ she asked weakly

“of course, my love“ he agreed with a kiss to her shoulder “i love you sweet y/n“ he murmured

“i love you too, all of you, always“

“ ’nd forever?“ he hummed

“and forever“ she confirmed

(not sure how people will react to this but you know what, you guys asked and i delivered it, take it or leave it)

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angelprinz · 7 months

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uhm fox!childe and lamb!reader

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my feisty little fox wife childe and his innocent toy of a lamb reader… i’ll eat them both up. personally i find foxes very mischievous, teasing and full of cruel laughter as they poke at your misery.

tw. implied noncon, predator/prey dynamics, mentions of vore. minors do not interact.

to fox childe! you’re a perfect prey, jumpy and scared which makes you taste delicious when he sinks his teeth into your fragile neck. your cute little clumsy lamb kicks of resistance are met with low snickering as you’re pinned down to the dirt for taking (whether if it’s your flesh or holes) fox! childe isn’t going to go hungry with a sweet delicious lamb like you around.

i’m a self proclaimed alpha wolf who will have fox childe as my omega wife & he will have my pups thank you. am i also a huge fan of rabbit! reader? yes. please keep sending me hybrid esque thirsts cuz i have thoughts.

#laven_talks #childe <3 #anon <3 #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #childe smut #gi smut #tw. dark content #tartaglia smut

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mayasaurusss · 2 months

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Blood hive.

Vampire Natalie x fem! reader.

Warnings: not proofread, spelling mistakes (big time I'm so sorry).

A/n: kindly requested by @l0tt1emy (she bullied me into doing this). This is the first time I've ever wrote some full-smut head canons and I feel so embarrassed but I need validation.

She founds herself hungry for blood one lonely summer night.

She has ben carving blood for a while now, nothing had been under her fangs for a long time. From deep within her body she feels the stomach churn in hunger.

The encounter with you had been an unplanned accident.

She was at her limit, without even realizing she had stumbled outside of her home, hungry for blood. Her hair was disheveled and she had dark circles under her eyes.

You were just an unwilling victim, having just started walking back home from a party you attended.

You were drunk off your ass, legs swaying beneath you and alcohol flowing in your veins and head.

She had gotten out of her house in the dark night, her natural environment but today made her feel cold and left hungry.

Then she saw you. You were just a girl walking alone at night, unknowing of the dangers that laid in the night, both human and inhuman.

The way your dress fell perfectly so your shoulder was exposed to the night's chill made her shiver.

She stalked you, like a wolf would, moving in the night with an inhumane precision and stealth, hiding in the dark like she was part of it. The white of her eyes was tinted a light red and drool was forming inside her mouth.

You're feeling hot, the heat of alcohol burned through you. You slow down more, your house is just around the corner. As you search for your keys you feel a pair of cold hands gripping your stomach from behind.

For a second the world stops, then you start to realize: someone is trying to hurt you. You start screaming and kicking at whoever was on top of you and for a moment, you manage to throw them off your body.

High on adrenaline you start to run towards your house, still scrambling to search for the keys but they were far stronger and faster than you.

In a matter of seconds they're on top of you again, this time their hands are gripping your wrists and cutting through the flesh.

Just when you think this couldn't be worse, you feel two pointy fangs carve deep in your flesh.

Blood flows freely from the wound and stains clothes and skin. Some of it has remained stuck into their teeth.

Natalie's mouth was red with blood, she begun to lap at your wounds in an effort to clean as much of your blood as possible and finally eat. She laps and bites and scar and tear flesh off of you like a rabid dog.

You feel your body begun to cool down, every essence for heat leaves you and you're left without a thought. You let your attacker feeds on you.

The blood flowing in her mouth gaves Natalie a thrill like never before. It tastes sweet, sweet and had a tinge of alcohol. She can't get enough of you.

She feels herself regain her senses and understand what she has done: she has attacked a stranger and drained them of their life. She eyes you thinking that maybe she has killed you, she's already planning on where to hide your body when you groan lowly and stir in your coma.

She thinks that maybe this is an opportunity. Maybe she can feed from you when she hits her limit, just to have you and your precious blood near her.

You find yourself in a unknown home, she has you cuffed by the bedpost and you can't move your body at all. She stalks over to you like a wolf and you try to scream and kick but to no avail.

"If you ever say anything of this to anyone, I'll kill you and everyone and everything you love" she whispers in your ear, seductively tracing your skin. "Let's make a deal. I'll let you live in exchange for your blood".

From then on, you and the stranger which you had come to know as Natalie start what could only be described as a purely practical relationship.

She gets a fill of your blood and you get to live another week.

One day you come to her apartment. She has been drinking like she always had, small hiccups leave her every now and then. She looks over at you with those deep eyes of hers, a faint blush covering her cheeks.

She comes to you and grips on your body, trying to stabilize herself on you. She closes her mouth on your neck but doesn't bite down, a surprise to you. She can't physically bite down on you and instead opts to lightly move her lips on your neck.

She starts to muble something. "Please...p-llleease... So good just... Just a taste...o-one...p...".

She tries to hold on you and continues to muble incoherently, you have to drag her to her bedroom trying to not step over all the beer bottles left.

You think about leaving her and walking away from this strange relationship, but you can't. You're sure that if you actually leave without her having her fill she would hunt you down and keep her promise, but you also feel bad for her in a way. She has been living in this precarious way, in a cold and dark house without anyone to be with her or keep her company.

She sits on the bed and hugs you close to her, whispering to you, her breath tickling your neck and making you shiver in anticipation of what she might do to you.

Her touch lingers on your skin, tracing patterns on it; the look in her eyes is suggestive and her cheeks are rosy.

She stalks once again to her favorite spot on your neck but at the last minute, she pulls away and devours your mouth in a kiss.

Before you can process what has happened, she gets on top if you and deepens the kiss. She has your wrists in her hands and her legs is in between yours.

She makes you gasp for breath and kisses you again, exploring every inch of you.

She moves her knee up and down on your sex, making you get wetter by the minute. At last she decides to strip down of her clothes and get rid of yours as well.

Chest naked, you stare up at her in fear and arousal. Emotions bloom inside of you and you feel high when her mouth latching on your chest.

Her fingers trace your skin down to your legs. She doesn't have to prepare you for the intrusion because you're already wet, she notices with a smile.

She circles your clit, stimulating it and continuing to kiss you.

Her cheeks become red, blood pumps faster in her veins and inside her heart, some feeling starts born. She feels so happy, for the first time in years, since what happened back in the forest, so so happy. There isn't alcohol, there isn't hunger and there isn't cold; there's just heat and skin and you.

Her eyes water as she starts to pump her fingers inside you. She hears your moans and whines and she feels so... complete. Her mouth close to your ear, she whispers sweet words to you while guiding you to your orgasm.

Right as you come, she regains all her strength and bites down on your neck, blood sweeter than ever before. Metallic and sweet flavours swirl inside her mouth and get her on high, coming too with you.

Her body collapses on yours, the sound of both of you fill the room. Her eyes find yours and with surprising gentleness she cups your face in her hand, strokes your cheecks and whispers "I'm never letting you go".

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #natalie scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets fic #yellowjackets headcanons #natalie scatorccio

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quickandsilvers · 2 months

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I have been thinking,,, non stop about that Peter Maximoff music ask,,, and like

Another song that popped into my head that apocalypse era Peter would use in such a scenario? Rod Stewart, "Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?"

Like,,, I'm sorry, are we gonna pretend that it's NOT a song he'd fuck to?

ALSO Dark Phoenix Peter! Another song that I think fits his vibe! Alice Cooper, "Poison". Like, it's just... it's got the edge, the sexy bass, the desperation, the... everything.

Hhhh,,,, I need this speedy silver himbo so much,,,, 😔😔😔

(Also the "bunny humping" description made me laugh, ngl...)

ROD STWART?! 100 PERCENT AGREED, ANON! ITS NOT AN OPINION ANYMORE, IT’S DOWNRIGHT THE TRUTH!!!

Alice Cooper is definitely a go-to for bedroom times with quickie, esp ‘You and Me’🧎‍♀️💕💖

Alright, here’s some songs i think would be playing whilst Peter x reader are getting it on:

-Hotel California- Eagles (maybe this is just a fantasy for me but… let’s dwell on it, ‘kay?)

-Kiss from a Rose- Seal (can you imagine singing along to the chorus whilst being drilled against a wall? HOH MAMA)

-Layla- Derek & The Dominos (a given. Someone suggested this before and it’s the nothing but the truth)

-Money For Nothing- Dire Straits (need I give an explanation? maybe a little too groovy for seggsy times with our speedster though…)

-Whole Lotta Love- Led Zeppelin (had to fan myself from the mere thought of this one,, goddamn)

-Stargazer- Rainbow (He’s totes gonna try and fuck you to the beat. And with the tempo of this song? Hoh’ boy, get ready to explain to Charles why you need him to lend you his spare wheelchair for a week)

-Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ - Journey (i think the name says enough)

-White Wedding - Pt. 1- Billy Idol (This SCREAMS dark phoenix peter)

-Hungry Like the Wolf- Duran Duran (honestly? I might as well add the entire Duran Duran discography to this mixtape. He probably plays this especially when eating you out and makes a lame joke about the song title before devouring you)

-Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang- Silver (you probably both belt this to eachother, maybe even pausing your fooling around just to have a little groove💕💕oh boy does this make my heart flutter)

-(I Just) Died In Your Arms- Cutting Crew (Peter added this thinking he was the romantic of the century. Like “babe, whaddaya mean it’s corny?”)

-Emotion Detector- Rush (thank you Geddy Lee for creating the song of the millennium🧎‍♀️)

-I Want to Know What Love Is- Foreigner (a classic. a staple for love songs in the 80s, dare i miss it out?? Also again, a very dark phoenix peter song)

-Sugar Walls- Sheena Easton (Peter only really added this to get a laugh out of you. He’s insistent on the fact that you taste sweeter than a twinkie..i wonder what walls he’s referring to, hm?)

-Slide It In- Whitesnake (c’mon now, what did you really expect,,, from a goof with the humour of a twelve year-old boy no less?)

-Flesh For Fantasy- Billy Idol (thank you our lord and saviour Billy Idol for the contributions to this mixtape, you never fail us)

Honourable mention:

-Carless Whisper- George Michael (Just like he did with The Cutting Crew, Peter added this under the impression he was the epitome of romantic. The deadpan/unimpressed look you gave him said otherwise. That was the first and last time Peter took seductive song suggestions from Deadpool.. why did he even ask??)

#totes not writing a fic on this (i am)#someone tranqualize me im taking these ideas and running with them #peter maximoff #quicksilver #evan peters #xmen #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff smut #xmen peter maximoff #evan peters masterlist #evan peters headcannons #evan peters x reader #evan peters characters #quicksilver smut

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gravehags · 8 months

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our little remedy

Pairing: Aether x f!Reader x Mountain

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: threesome, PinV sex, anal sex, weed smoking, ghouls being tender as always, Cumulus and Dew cameos

Words: 2,416

Summary: Two ghouls at once was unprecedented for you. But you love a challenge.

a/n: PART 5 BABY HORNY HOURS ARE NOW the way i would let aether and mountain absolutely destroy me...whew

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“Mm…’Lus…I have kitchen duties.”

The ghoulette smiles against your lips and pushes you further into the doorframe. Clearly she pays your concern no mind as she slides her hand into your hair, claws scratching lightly at your scalp.

“Not finished with you yet, my love,” she purrs, hand sliding down to cup your ass. A low wolf whistle comes from the hallway and the two of you part, brows furrowed. Dewdrop is leaning against the door opposite Cumulus’, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. Cumulus lets out a little growl that makes your breath hitch.

“We’re busy, fuck off,” she snarls at him, gripping your hips and frowning.

“Oh I know,” he says slyly, “heard you both loud and clear last night. And you didn’t invite me?” His lips slide into a faux-pout and Cumulus looks like she’s going to launch at him.

“Dew, fuck off,” you say simply in an effort to de-escalate the situation, “and mind your business. ‘Lus, I have to go.” She looks so damn sad, tail flicking lowly behind her. Squeezing her hands you lean over and give her two kisses on her cheek and one achingly sweet one on her plush lips. Dew at least has the decency to look away as you give her a meaningful stare. She sighs and relinquishes your hands.

“If you must,” she says, giving Dew a sideways dirty look.

“Bye, love,” you murmur. “Goodbye, Dewdrop,” you say, brushing his shoulder affectionately as you pass.

You hurry down the hall to make sure you don’t witness any ghoul-on-ghoul violence. It’s still too early in the day for that.

—

A week passes, filled with duties both tedious and enjoyable, and you find yourself heading to the common room on your floor. You’ve earned the ire of your fellow siblings after the invasion of ghouls in the space but quite frankly you couldn’t care less. You walk in and immediately register a conversation.

“I don’t think she can handle it.”

Mountain is sitting on the couch, joint in hand speaking to Aether, who sits in a chair opposite with his feet propped up on an ottoman. You loudly deposit your bag in a chair and sidle over to them.

“Who can’t handle what?” It’s not like you to be this nosy but you and the ghouls had become close over the past few months and they seemed to prefer bluntness. Plopping yourself on the couch next to Mountain, you give them both a look. Mountain takes a deep drag from his joint and passes it to you.

“Can’t handle us,” he says simply, exhaling smoke.

You don’t have to ask for clarification - you’ve picked up on what he means.

“Took Cumulus’ strap,” you say, not without a little pride. Aether grins wickedly and winks at you.

“We heard,” he chuckles, watching you take a hit. “Been thinking about those sweet noises you made that night for days now.”

You cough a little on your exhale, making Mountain smile.Your cheeks are burning from the way they both look at you.

“Do you want it?” Mountain queries, accepting the joint back from you. “Both of us?”

Lust simmers low in your stomach as the weed pulls through your system.

“Yeah,” you breathe, biting your lip. Aether’s eyes fly to where your teeth tug on flesh and you see his fists clench. Mountain stands, positively towering over you and you crane your neck to look up at him. Aether follows suit, looming, and you turn your gaze to him.

Oh absolutely, you think.

As if reading your mind, Aether extends a hand and pulls you off the couch.

“Yours?” he asks Mountain as the three of you walk towards the door.

“Yeah. Bed’s bigger.”

–

Once again you find yourself in the ghoul den, standing at the threshold of Mountain’s room. He’s right - his bed is massive. The room is decorated with crawling vines and beautiful blooms and idly you wonder how he cares for them in such a dark space. Aether slides his hands around your waist from behind you as Mountain closes the door, making you jump a little.

“Easy,” he purrs, leaning forward to inhale deep at the crown of your head. When you turn in his arms to face him he’s gazing down at you with a soft expression, even with his pupils blown. Suddenly gripped with desire you slide your palm along his jaw and raise yourself on tiptoes to capture his lips. You whimper against him as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours. As he devours you, he guides you backwards towards the bed, where Mountain is sitting. Upon your approach he stands and you slip from Aether’s grasp to enter his. He’s too tall for you to reach so you grab the front of his shirt, pulling him down to your level. When he slides a hand down to bring your hips against him, you moan at the feeling of his hardened cock resting against you.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Aether asks from behind you as he strips himself. You want to turn to look at him but Mountain grips your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up.

“She’s perfect,” he murmurs. Your flush continues to spread across your body and you’re filled with such emotion not only for the both of them, but for all the ghouls. They’ve been so kind to you, so loving - more so than anyone else you’ve met during your time at the abbey. Mountain must see the tears welling in your eyes because he sits, bringing you back to eye level with him.

“You’re perfect,” he repeats, and Aether echoes him before wrapping his arms around you once more. You’re finally distracted from emotion by the feeling of Aether’s lips on your neck as his hands slip the buttons of your habit loose. Mountain helps his effort, sliding the garment down and off your body until you stand before the both of them in your bra and panties.

“C’mon, Mountain,” Aether says, lips on your shoulder.

“Your turn,” you smile at him as he begins to remove his shirt and pants. As he is occupied with that task, you feel Aether unhook your bra and a shiver runs through you as his large hands slip down your body to remove your underwear. When you’re finally nude, you turn to face him and gasp. He’s gorgeous - big, strong, dusted with hair and his cock juts out proudly. He’s nowhere near as long as Swiss but he’s thick - so thick your body aches at the thought of being filled by him.

“You like it?” he asks, bringing a hand down to idly stroke himself.

“Mmhmm,” you respond, stepping towards him and sliding a hand into the hair on his chest. He purrs contentedly as he moves his hand to your breast, teasing your nipple into hardness. You lean into his touch, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him fondling you when you realize Mountain has gone untouched. You turn to face him and your jaw hangs open. He’s already reclined on the bed, slowly stroking his (unbelievably big, you think) cock.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says with a grin as the two of you make your way towards him.

“Didn’t want you to feel neglected,” you say as you kneel on the duvet. Slowly, you climb over him and swing your leg to straddle him. Leaning forward, you kiss him slowly, letting his cock drag between the two of you as you work your mouth over his. When you shift forward to drag him through your folds, you hear Aether moan behind you. You turn to beckon him and he kneels onto the bed behind you, mouthing at your shoulder blade. With every roll of your hips Mountain’s gaze darkens, and he grips you hard.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, making a surge of wetness slide out of you. “Both of us.”

Unable to handle the teasing drag of his cock against your clit any longer, you sit precariously up on your knees and take him in hand. You can barely wrap your fist around him and you feel a swoop of anxiety. Mountain seems to sense your nervousness and slides his hands to your waist, gazing up at you. When you position yourself above him, you take a deep breath before slowly lowering yourself on him. The stretch is divine, and you hear yourself whimper as you continue to ease him inside you. You finally take him to the base, and Mountain’s eyes roll back in his head. You’re content to sit there for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of being full, when you feel Aether behind you sliding his hands up to your breasts.

“Look at you take him,” he breathes, pinching your hardened nipples. “How does it feel?”

Gently, you roll your hips a little and moan at the sensation.

“Good,” you say, head falling back against Aether’s shoulder as you repeat the motion, “so good.”

You lift yourself up enough almost for the entirety of Mountain to slip out of you and then bring yourself down. His hips jerk upwards to hit that beautiful spot inside of you. Slowly, you begin to ride him and he grips your hips, claws digging into you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mountain growls, thrusting up into you with every roll of your hips, “just like that.”

Aether continues to play with your tits, breath hot in your ear as you arch backwards against him. When he pulls away for a moment to grab something on the dresser behind him, you whine at the loss. He returns, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as his hand drifts down your body to rest on your ass. He spreads you open and you lean forward, arching your back. Gently, he brushes his thumb over your asshole and you buck backwards into his touch. You’ve stopped riding Mountain, too distracted by Aether, but Mountain continues to fuck into you at a steady pace. You hear a small pop from behind you and when Aether’s fingers return to brush over your hole, they’re warm and slick. Biting your lip you let him gently probe a finger into you and he coos in your ear.

“Feel good?” he asks, teasing your hole open until he’s knuckle deep.

Too full to think, you nod your head dumbly, pushing your hips back on his hand so his finger is completely inside of you.

“Good girl,” he purrs, making your cunt clench around Mountain, “can you take another?”

Mountain thrusts up particularly hard, causing you to cry out.

“Yes! Please, Aether,”

Slowly, Aether adds a second finger and you moan brokenly. He eases into you, lightly scissoring his fingers and the stretch makes your clit throb. Aether continues like this for several minutes as Mountain steadily thrusts into you. But it’s just not enough.

“Need you,” you whine over your shoulder. “Need your cock, Aether.”

When Aether slides his fingers out of you you let out a pathetic noise, only to have your cunt clench at the sound of Aether slicking his cock up behind you. When he presses the head against your hole, you arch your back into his touch. With a leisurely pace he slides into you and your jaw hangs open as he stretches you.

“So tight,” Aether hisses. “Isn’t she?”

Mountain grins from beneath you as your eyes roll back. The feeling of both of them inside of you, making you feel so full, practically makes you drool. When Aether begins fucking your ass at an unhurried pace, Mountain joins in. You can barely bring yourself to move, let alone think, as your body hunches over in pleasure.

“Fuck, love,” Aether groans, as his pace begins to pick up. Mountain matches his speed, making you throw your head back and moan again and again. It’s somehow both too much and not enough as you work their cocks, drinking in the desperate and hungry noises they make.

“Mountain,” you pant as your breasts bounce, slick with sweat. “Aether!”

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” Mountain says breathlessly. “Don’t stop fucking her.”

Aether’s lips are on your shoulder as he obeys the other ghoul’s command. Mountain’s thrusts become frantic as you continue to ride him, despite the burn in your thighs. When he cums, it’s with a shout and you moan at the feeling of his seed pulsing into you and spilling out. You don’t stop after he’s finished and softening inside you, determined to chase your own high. Aether’s own thrusts are becoming haphazard and he reaches around you to cup your mound, fingers sliding through Mountain’s cum to rub your clit.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Aether pants, “cum on our cocks.”

You whine, desperate to reach your peak and feel Aether finish. All of a sudden, your orgasm hits you like a freight train and you’re crying out over and over as you clench Mountain’s softening cock and Aether’s hard one. It’s exactly what Aether needs to hear because all of a sudden he lets out a broken moan and cums into your hole in drawn out spurts. A moment passes, the only sound in the room being the collective panting of the three of you. When Aether slips himself out, you let out another, far smaller moan at the feeling of his seed sliding out of you and down your cunt to where you’re still joined with Mountain. Gently, Aether urges you off Mountain and picking you up, lays you down on the duvet. You barely register Aether leaving and heading towards the bathroom but when he returns and slips a warm, damp rag between your thighs you make a sweet sound of thanks. Mountain shifts himself over to make room for both you and Aether and you sigh contentedly.

“Well done,” Aether says in your ear.

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly, running your hand over Mountain’s chest. Both ghouls are purring and the sound sets you immediately at ease. Suddenly, you think of something that makes you laugh out loud. Both of them cock their heads at you quizzically and you rub your eyes.

“Dew,” you say, grinning, “Dew said he wanted to watch me take both your cocks. He’s going to be so disappointed he missed it.”

Aether loudly snorts and Mountain rolls his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Aether grins against your shoulder. “There’s always next time.”

They don’t stop teasing you about your blush for a while.

#mountain x reader #aether x reader #mountain x reader x aether #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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belliesandburps · 4 months

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Demonic Belly Love (Sadao x Ashiya Stuffing Fic)

Been a minute since I posted a kink fic, but here's another late December reward I just wrapped. This time, focusing on Sadao binging on a whole lotta Mgronald's because no self-respecting demon is gonna let all that junkfood go to waste.

The end result of which is a very bloated and burpy Sadao, which Ashiya doesn't mind one iota. ;)

“Sire, is this truly wise?” Ashiya asked while scratching at the back of his neck uneasily while the sound of munching and gulping filled the air. He watched as his young master sat on the ground, dressed in his usual T-Shirt and boxers combo, greedily munching away on burgers like the end times were fast approaching.

Sadao swallowed hard, sending a sizable lump down his throat before he huffed to himself and licked his lips. “Look, we had a huge takeout order that had to cancel after everything was already made. I wasn't about to let all this stuff go to waste. Plus, it tastes like crap if ya leave it in the fridge and reheat it,” Sadao insisted before taking another hearty bite of his burger. “So, unless you wanna jump in and help me eat more-”

“-Sire, truly, I simply cannot eat another bite before I start to experience digestive discomfort,” Ashiya chimed in, holding his stomach protectively with one hand. Though it wasn't visibly bloated the way Sadao's stomach was starting to get, it was nonetheless pushing against his shirt slightly.

“Well, there ya go then,” Sadao remarked with his mouthful before swallowing heavily, huffing, and going right back to munching away. “Besides, how often do I get to chow down like this?”

“...About once a week...” Ashiya muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” Sadao asked a little sharply.

“Nothing!” Ashiya said with an all too sweet and innocent smile, one Sadao didn't buy for one second, but nonetheless, let go so he could go back to his binge-eating.

The young demon ate at a rapid rate. His sharper, inhuman teeth made quick work of every burger or handful of fries he shoved into his greedy maw, causing every mouthful he gulped down to send a sizable bulge down his neck. Ashiya watched as Sadao continued to voraciously wolf down all that fast food, having been given a front row seat to Sadao's gluttony on numerous occasions, especially whenever there was left over food at MgRonald's in need of disposing.

Granted, both young men were demons, so even a whole lot of fast food wasn't even close to the most either of them could wolf down. But even though their appetites were unmatched compared to any other humans, in these young, lean human bodies of theirs, they did have their limits. Especially when it came to junk food.

Though, with Sadao, Ashiya could never gauge just what those limits were. When it came to free junk food, Sadao was a bottomless pit...

Sadao just ate and ate, sending more of that greasy, salty goodness down his gullet; devouring all he got his mitts on at a feverish pace. Ashiya was kind of astonished at how fast that pile of burgers and pepper fries was vanished. Honestly, if they ever held any cash-prize eating contests in-town, Sadao could probably clean out the competition with ease.

As time went on, Sadao's gorging slowed down; the sheer volume of food filling him up was starting to take its toll. Taking a break from stuffing his face, Sadao leaned back and groaned. “Whew, oh man, I'm gettin' pretty full...” Sadao moaned, rubbing his belly with one hand while the other rested against the ground for support. The usually flat organ had grown quite bloated at that point, rounding out beneath his shirt by over a foot, stretching his shirt out to the point where Ashiya could see a clear outline of Sadao's bellybutton.

Ashiya couldn't help but notice a sliver of flesh exposing itself from the bottom of Sadao's shirt, and blushing a little at the sight of his masters smooth, tanned flesh.

As Ashiya was about to suggest that maybe Sadao call it a day, a prolonged, gaseous gurgle erupted from Sadao's heavy belly while he rubbed it. Sadao grimaced with discomfort for a moment, until he lurched his head back and let out a big, rumbling belch. The abrasive sound echoed throughout their tiny apartment and could've easily been heard from outside.

“Sire, honestly...” Ashiya muttered, shaking his head.

But Sadao just sighed with relief and gave his belly a couple of hearty pats of satisfaction. “Oof! Damn, did I need that, heh...” he moaned out, giving his round gut one last relieved smack and ushering another burp in the process. “Hehe, think I made a lil more room there too.” Sadoa's grin turned impish with that as he turned back to the remainder of his fast food feast, and went back to chowing down.

As more and more burgers vanished down Sadao's gullet, his midsection continued to steadily swell out, growing rounder and heavier with each juicy, greasy burger he greedily devoured. Ashiya watched in real time as Sadao's already bulging belly expanded more and more. The blood rushed to his cheeks as the bottom of Sadao's shirt continued to ride up higher and higher, exposing more of Sadao's burgeoning bare belly as it grew weightier.

Sadao was getting so bloated that he had to scoot back just to keep his globular gut from pushing against the little table they had on the floor.

The young, overstuffed demon lord just kept on packing it away, eating more fast food than any being on this planet could ever justify wolfing down. He paused periodically to catch his breath or to rub his ever-expanding gut.

Sadao also found himself burping more frequently, both to make as much room in his heavy gut as he could manage, but also because of just how gassy all that junk food was making him.

The young demonic frycook kept at it, powering through his dwindling pile of burgers and fries, all while his growing gut gurgled and churned the more Sadao filled it up. Until finally, a long last, every last scrap of food was churning away inside of Sadao's utterly enormous stomach.

Ashiya honestly couldn't recall the last time he'd seen his liege so stuffed before. Sadao's gut had ballooned out by over two feet, riding his shirt up just below his chest, exposing the entirety of that dome. Not only were his thighs spread out to give that fleshy beachball of a belly some desperately needed breathing room, but Ashiya couldn't help but notice that Sadao's hefty gut was weighing his boxers down, showing off more of Sadao's hips in the process.

Sadao just sat there, groaning in an overstuffed daze for a few moments, before a long, rumbling belch erupted intensely from his maw for a good five or so seconds straight. When it ended, Sadao huffed breathlessly, then, using his hands against the ground for support, he slumped back, his huge belly wobbled from the motion while everything digesting within Sadao sloshed noisily.

“...Urrrgh, dude...I'm gonna buuuUUUUUrrrrrrrst...oof...” Sadao tried to speak up, only to cut himself off with another overstuffed burp that left him huffing and hitting his chest a few times to clear his windpipes.

“I'm kind of amazed you haven't already, sire,” Ashiya mused as he ogled his master and roommates' girthy gut with a hint of lust.

Muffling a rather deep burp behind his fist that puffed out his cheeks, Sadao exhaled the gas off to the side and grunted out, “Mph, y'mind doin' something about this, man...?”

Ashiya's eyes practically bugged out of his skull.

“...I...uh...w-why, of course, sire...i-it'd be my pleasure!” Ashiya insisted, swallowing thinly as he sat directly behind Sadao and, all too eagerly, wrapped his arms around Sadao's sides and placed both of his hands on Sadao's big, bubbling belly.

The big, churning organ felt so unbelievably soft to the touch, and so invitingly warm. Due to his demonic digestive system, everything Sadao ate churned away so much faster than it would for an average human. The result of which left Sadao's ample midsection much softer and jigglier than it would otherwise have been, being left so stuffed.

Ashiya practically shuddered at the sensation, but not as much as Sadao did when those long, delicate fingers began to gently stroke every inch of that vast belly.

“Groooaaaahhhh...hoooooly crap, that feels incredible, dude...” Sadao all but purred as Ashiya gingerly rubbed his belly.

“I live but to serve, my liege,” Ashiya replied, letting Sadao lean his back against his broad chest while he kneaded and caressed that big ball of flesh.

Ashiya kneaded into Sadao's belly, using his fingertips to really work out any knots in Sadao's stomach muscles that he could feel. All the while, Ashiya ogled Sadao's belly, marveling longingly at the swollen mass weighing the otherwise skinny demon lord down. He especially couldn't take his eyes off of Sadao's bellybutton; tightened yet a little deeper than usual.

As Ashiya rubbed, he looked down from past Sadao's shoulder and just took in the sight of the young demon lord's belly in his hands. He bit his lower lip and remarked, “I must confess, sire...unhealthy though your eating habits may be from time to time...this look suits you quite nicely...”

Even in his overstuffed state, Sadao managed a weak but cheeky smirk back at Ashiya from overhead and said, “Heh, what, ya wanna see your demon lord turn into a giant fatass now?”

“I confess, there is something rather...appealing, seeing your belly take on such a...corpulent state...” Ashiya conceded, stroking his hand down the side of Sadao's glutted gut, and starting to caress his oh-so-tender underbelly, before gripping at the soft underside and giving Sadao's belly a slight jiggle.

The jostling disrupted another pocket of gas within Sadao's gut, prompting him to push a fist to his mouth again and just barely manage to muffle another sizable belch. “Easy there, jeez...” Sadao muttered, palming his chest and letting out a smaller burp that he didn't bother muffling that time.

“My apologies, sire, how's this...?” Ashiya asked as his long index finger started slowly and faintly caressing the rim of Sadao's tight bellybutton.

Almost immediately, Sadao moaned with delight, especially when Ashiya's fingertip dipped into his navel and started to knead around inside. He slumped back even further against Ashiya's chest, making his hefty gut jut out more in Ashiya's grasp. One hand continued to gingerly stroke the soft, delicate underside of Sadao's belly while his other continued to finger his bellybutton.

Sadao huffed with euphoria, his tongue hanging out of his maw in an almost suggestive manner, the deeper Ashiya kneaded into his bellybutton. Both their cheeks were going flush at this point as Ashiya continued kneading his navel.

Ashiya couldn't get enough of the way he felt Sadao's entire belly slosh and jiggle whenever he pushed in and out. Sadao's digestive system really was working in full throttle to break down all that junkfood.

However, Ashiya might've pushed a little too deeply, because as he pushed into Sadao's bellybutton hard enough, Sadao's stomach gave an especially deep burble. Like clockwork, Sadao winced, then threw his head back as a big, raunchy belch rumbled out of him. Ashiya could actually feel Sadao's belly physically ripple in his grasp and around his finger as Sadao burped.

Sadao huffed when it finished and sat up a little, prompting Ashiya to pull his finger out of his bellybutton. The look on Sadao's face indicated he still felt another pressure pocket brewing. He gulped down some air, causing his throat to gurgle lowly as he gave the side his weighty belly a few firm slaps, making it jostle in his (and Ashiya's) hand, before Sadao burped again. It was another loud, obnoxious sound with some heft to it, but still not one that gave him relief.

“Oof...dammit, there's a big one stuck in there,” Sadao insisted as he smacked his fat, jiggling belly to try and knock it loose.

“Sire, if I may?” Ashiya insisted with a roll of his eyes.

He once again pulled Sadao back down against his chest and let his hands roam up and down that vast, smooth beachball of flesh. As he felt Sadao's belly up, he felt a particularly tense portion around the upper side of his stomach. So, Ashiya dug his fingertips into that portion of Sadao's soft flesh and pushed down firmly; a large, guttural belch bellowed loudly from Sadao almost immediately.

Sadao huffed breathlessly, but before he could finish catching his breath, Ashiya grasped that area just above Sadao's bellybutton and squeezed down. Like clockwork, another huge burp blasted past Sadao's lips, followed by a sharp afterburp.

Ashiya kept caressing Sadao's belly, feeling for any tense portions before pushing down and forcing Sadao to belch with ferocity. After an especially rumbly burp, Sadao was left panting like a dog with his tongue hanging from his maw while Ashiya continued to feel his belly up with dissatisfaction on his face. “Hmph, I can still feel all that pressure. We need to up our strategy, sire, and I think I know what to do.”

Before Sadao could ask what he meant, Ashiya grabbed either side of Sadao's big belly with both hands, and began to shake it up and down. Sadao's eyes widened as his bloated belly jostled aggressively; the digesting contents within him sloshing around heavily, and stirring up tons of gas in the process.

“Sire, refrain from belching at this time. No matter how badly you want to, hold it in for as long as you can,” Ashiya insisted firmly as he continued jiggling Sadao's belly.

Sadao winced painfully, but nonetheless complied, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. His thrashing belly churned and bubbled noisily and painfully. He could feel all that gas building up within him, begging to be released. Sadao had never needed to burp so badly in his entire life.

Ashiya jiggled away, blushing at how much he was loving this feeling of Sadao's big, soft belly quivering in his hands. But eventually, he felt enough gas build up, causing that bloated organ to grow slightly taut from the sheer volume of pressure now quite loudly gurgling away. And when he felt Sadao had finally had enough, he wrapped his arms firmly around Sadao's belly, grabbing it from the dead center, and squeezing down as hard as he could; hugging Sadao against his chest tightly to apply even more vice-like pressure to Sadao's gut.

Sadao's eyes bugged out for a moment as a rush of pressure rocketed aggressively up his gullet. Until finally, from the belly of the beast, exploded forth an utterly COLOSSAL belch!

It blasted from Sadao's maw with such ferocity that not only did his belly ripple intensely with the expulsion, but Ashiya could feel the ground itself quiver from just how strong that eructation was. The sheer volume was eardrum-shatteringly loud, to where it was all but certain they'd get a noise complaint for this one. And the burp didn't let up either. Ashiya squeezed on Sadao's belly even harder as he burped, causing Sadao's throat-abusing eruption to rattle out of him for a painful nine straight seconds. It seemingly just got louder and stronger as all that gas exploded past Sadao's rippling lips, with several strands of saliva spewing along with the gas.

After what felt like an eternity, Sadao was left utterly winded. Even with how enormous his gut was, he felt deflated. He panted and huffed, appearing dazed as he slumped back in Ashiya's arms in exhaustion. “Hah...hrraaaah, hooooooooly crap, dude, that was...” Sadao started to say, but paused, clenched his eyes shut, and let out one last big, throaty afterburp, too winded to even speak at that point. That, plus his throat actually hurt after that one.

Ashiya simply smirked and fanned the air around his nostrils and uttered, “Sire...I believe the correct words you were looking for were, 'excuse me'...”

But Sadao was simply too winded to say anything at that point. He just slumped onto his back, until his head was on Ashiya's lap and his enormous belly was jutting up like a fleshy hill. Ashiya simply rolled his eyes yet again, but blushed at the sight, and resumed rubbing it with one hand. Sufficed to say, Ashiya definitely wouldn't mind Sadao indulging more often...

#fat belly #belly kink #bloated belly #sadao #ashiya #stuffing kink #stuffing fic #post stuffing #bellyache #overstuffed #burping #gassy #belly rubs #ship #patreon reward #reward fic #am i shilling good enough mr krabs?#demons

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stories4thepack · 11 months

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Revenge is so sweet (pt.2)

Wednesday x fem!reader

After being shot, you wake up in hospital. With someone special beside you with some horrible (or exciting) information

Warnings: flashbacks, mentions of blood, pain, fluff and I think that’s it

Pain

That is all you can feel before your eyes open. A pain, though numbed slightly, exploded from your waist as burning hot as-

Flames, flames danced before your eyes, taunting you with the memories of that night. Crack stones undead, scared face loomed in front of yours, eyes with the glare of a starved dog. Your own screams echoed in your ears as the bullet tore through your flesh again, and again, and again. You felt Wednesdays cool hands catch you on repeat as you cried out in agony, blood seeping between your fingers and trailing down your skin.

All you could feel was pain.

Until a pair of cold hands grasp your face gently, a voice talking to you softly, or at least trying to. They sounded panicked, sounded in pain. Was someone else shot? Was someone else suffering as you were?

“Y/n”

Wednesday. Wednesday was calling your name. Suddenly you could hear the beeping of a machine nearby, feel the coolness of the air around you. And when your eyes snapped open, your were met with the face you loved so much. You grasps her arm, lights blinding you as she moved to crouch at your side.

“Part of me was hoping you were dead, then Thing would have another party to crash.”

You chuckled slightly at her words, laying your head back down onto the pillow. At least she hadn’t changed, but you give her the usual retort answer, even though your words were weak and partly forced from your pain filled body.

“I had hoped people wouldn’t be celebrating my death.”

“More your life. Never understood why that needs celebrating.”

“I’m not surprised.”

You didn’t like the scratchy, hoarse sound of your voice from not being used for a long time. You take in the white walls of the hospital around you. The uncomfortable looking chair beside you which you expect Wednesday had been sitting on. The heart monitor, showing a surprisingly stable beat of your own.

“Was your death pleasant?”

You couldn’t properly answer her question, your mind plaguing you with cruel images of how you died. Showing you the subtle things you had missed: the grin on Laurels face, the smoke from the gun, the cut on the palm of your hand from the broken sword, but also

The tear on Wednesdays cheek

You turn to say something to Wednesday, perhaps apologise, but the door to your room flies open and Enid, Yoko and Eugene run in.

“Y/n, I am so sorry we did that, I hope Wednesday put it kindly.”

Enid stammers, placing a shaking hand on the end of your bed. You furrow your eye brows, confused as to what the werewolf meant.

“I mean, it doesn’t turn you fully. You like a crossbreed now.”

“Enid.”

Wednesday mutters and from the corner of my eye, I see her iconic death glare Nevermore is haunted by. But the werewolf continues, too distracted by her stammered words to notice.

“Being part werewolf isn’t that bad, you don’t transform every full moon, you can eat raw meat and you-“

“What!”

You shout, jumping up before crying out in pain, falling back onto the bed as the wound pounds painfully. Wednesday slips her hand into yours, her thumb tracing the back of your knuckles lightly as to try to comfort you. The three in the room look confused, Yoko looks a little scared as Wednesdays glare seems to burn into her soul, or where her soul should have been.

“I had not told her yet, but thank you Enid for putting it so kindly.”

The werewolf hangs her head in shame before walking out the room, Yoko wrapping her arm around her as they both leave. Eugene smiles at you slightly, before following suit.

“So, I’m a werewolf?”

Wednesday shakes her head, speaking slowly for you to understand.

“A transformation had to be under a full moon and done by a werewolf in wolf form. Enid could hear your heart begin to give out, so she bit your arm. We had no idea if it was going to work. “

Wednesday lifts the sleeve of your hospital gown to reveal the deep bite mark left in your skin. You look away quickly, not wanting to be reminded in anyway about your bigger, more painful injury.

“And it did, but after a bit of research, it doesn’t turn you fully. Which is never what we wanted to have to do. Your a crossbreed, part human, part werewolf. It means, like Enid said, that you can eat raw food and drink blood if you do wished. “

“Like a vampire? From the throat?”

You question, both excited and horrified at the idea. Wednesday nods.

“Well, as a crossbreed parts of your wolf form will come out in your human one. Like claws and fangs. So yes, you could drink blood from someone as a vampire does. But, this is what Enid wanted me to be gentle about, you won’t transform every full moon, but you will transform with a trigger. “

You furrow your eye brows, not quite understanding what she meant. Wednesday sighed before leaning forward to you.

“No crossbreed knows what their trigger is until it happens, could be a person, a place, could even be a thought or a memory that could make you feel strong emotions and trigger you to wolf out. Whether at night or not “

“So you mean, until we find this trigger, I am dangerous?”

You look away, too much going through your mind about the information you had just received.

“But I don’t get it! Why did she have to?”

You fell silent, feeling Wednesdays other hand come to your face. When you turned back to her, she smiled too faintly for others to notice, but you did.

“I promise I will help you through this.”

She states, her eyes never leaving yours. You smile at her, leaning into her hand on your cheek.

“I need to know more though, how to control it.”

“It saved you y/n, by turning you, even partly, it gave your body the animalistic strength you needed to survive the trip to the hospital. “

Wednesday smiles, lowering you back into your bed slowly before pressing a button on the wall. No doubt calling the nurse to say you were awake. No doubt to drug you again.

“I don’t want to go back to sleep. “

The nurse walks in, but you don’t look at her. All you can do is look at your crush as the nurse does something behind you. Adding more drugs into your system, making your eyes droop heavily. And just before your out again, reliving the moment you almost died, you hear Wednesday mutter.

“I will help you understand, perhaps over coffee.”

#Wednesday Addams #wednesday addams x you #jenna ortega #wednesday #Wednesday Addams fluff #Wednesday Addams x werewolf reader #Wednesday Addams x reader #werewolf reader #injured reader #Wednesday Addams x injured reader

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ultralightpoe · 2 months

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Pinky Promises - Chapter One

Authors Note: Yeahhhhh baby. Chapter one is out.

Word Count: 8,316 Main Masterlist

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Song of the Chapter : Hungry Like The Wolf

September 17th, 1983 - Saturday

“When I marry rich the first thing I’m doing is buying Eddie better taste in music.” Cece Miller mutters angrily whilst following her best friend through an over packed house 30 minutes outside of Hawkins, keeping a freshly manicured hand wrapped around the blondes wrist to keep her close as both their feet stumble across the floors. Via’s heavy boots thud against the linoleum of the kitchen while Cece’s heels click. The complete opposites.

When Via stumbles under the harsh new light of the kitchen her hand pulls Cece who stumbles as well, the former trying not to laugh when Cece’s face smushed into her back quickly with a disgruntled gasp.

“Slow down, Via.” She grounds out, her nails digging into the flesh of Via’s arm which makes her gasp out in pain.

“Easy on the flesh, I’m going as slow as I can. Unless you want to be stuck between a bunch of people grinding?” She teases, reaching her free hand behind her to release some of the tension of Cece’s hold. Both of them back up with a simple step as a random jock in a letterman jacket dashes past to the bathrooms. “And so the mighty are already falling.”

“Jesus.” Cece grimaces as they both watch him shove past others. “I can never tell if I love these types of parties or hate them.”

“A bit of both as I’ve come to realize. You know, from all my years attending them.” A shit eating grin spreads across her face as she turns to look at her friend, biting back a laugh when the brunette merely rolls her eyes as she smooths out her hair.

“How could I forget? Show me your partying ways ‘oh wise one’.” She mocks a little bow as she says it. The both of them already knew that their only experience of parties came from this past summer and this school year, and even then it’s whenever they can trick their parents.

“Well we’ve already had a couple drinks-”

“Whoope.”

“And Eddie is still playing this trash metal music-”

“Are you shocked?”

“So another round of drinks and then we go on a hunt for the damn speakers and switch out the music for something worth a damn.” Via offers, wiggling her eyebrows as Cece cracks out into a fit of laughter.

“Mission accepted. Let’s get moving.” With that she takes the lead, Via having to grab onto her wrist to stay connected as they once again make their way through the hectic floor. Bumping shoulders with partygoer after partygoer.

Cecelia Miller was a force of nature in settings like this. She was one of the few girls that knew how beautiful she was and flaunted it well. She wore short skirts, that had once been longer skirts her mother thrifted but the girl had a knack of turning anything into her fashion. 10 minutes on a sewing machine and she was wearing the type of clothes that could have been in one of those lame fashion magazines Via had seen her obsess over day after day.

It was a shame her fashion sense and beauty had earned her the label of ‘School Slut’ at Hawkins when anyone that knew the girl knew she was a virgin. But that didn’t matter to any of the assholes at school, they didn’t truly care about anyone else but themselves.

Tonight she wore a skintight black skirt that had once been a pair of pleather pants, and a pink off the shoulder top that had once been a long sleeve floral shirt that Cece’s grandmother would wear to their church.

Via’s own outfit had been one of Cece’s creations. A tight purple and black checkered dress hemmed from one of her sister's old ankle length skirts with a pair of pantyhose and an overly large gray blazer. When Via had thrown the blazer on she felt the same nervous bubbling she used to get whenever she tried on Nana's homemade dresses.

Cece’s face always held the same amount of excitement her Nana’s once held whenever she looked at her creations. It always made something churn in her gut as she remembered the worn lines of her Nana’s face and the happiness laid in her eyes. But that was gone. Her Nana was gone.

And Harrington had laughed.

But she couldn’t think about that memory right now, not when her friend had led them both to the kitchens and had snatched two cups. As she inspected the insides of the cups to make sure they are clean, Via moves to find the last unopened bottle of vodka and turns to pour them out.

Her father once said something about ‘yin and yang’ the first time Cece had spent the night at the old house. He laughed about how well they worked with each other, smooth and unbreakable. Working in tandem as they did the dishes or homework. Each others exact opposites and still never missing a beat.

That carried to this day, and Via truly had no clue what she would do without her friend.

“Do you want coke or lemonade?” Cece asks, still holding both the cups as she looks over to where the chasers were.

“The cap to the coke is lost. Better safe than sorry.” Via hums out and grabs the lemonade to pour into the cups while Cece keeps an eye around them. Once both of them are filled enough the lemonade is set half haphazardly on the table again and Cece passes a cup to Vias outstretched hand easily, scoffing a bit when the bleach blonde tries drinking before cheers. “Sorry sorry.”

“Cheers to us, bitch.” Cece giggles, wiggling side to side in excitement before she gestures for Via to cheers her back.

“Cheers to…” Surviving another year at Hawkins, not killing anyone and passing grades. “Being here?”

“Terrible toast. You’re never speaking at my wedding.”

“You mean when you marry a rich man?”

“Don’t laugh. I’ll buy you all the nice art supplies you want when I’m making the money.” She huffs once more, glaring at the boy that tries to come up and talk to them with his shirt off. “A little busy here? Find someone else to bother.”

He grumbles something under his breath before storming off and she merely rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Everyone here is disgusting.”

“How shocking that you think people are disgusting.” Via mocks, giggling at her friends' annoyed expression before they tap their cups together and pinch their noses to chug the drinks quickly.

They move to pour one last round before they abandon the kitchen and stagger their way across the floor in search for where the music was being played from. Their hands stay entwined tight, always keeping close no matter what. It was one of the rules they made at the first party they had ever been to after a risky interaction with one of the freaks Eddie had invited from that bar he always went to.

Now, no matter what party they went to, one of them had to keep their hands on the other. Like the buddy system in kindergarten.

“Okay so get into Eddie’s mindset.” Cece giggles, leading them into a hallway that has a little room to loiter. “I’m some sort of evil genius that throws random ragers which are just ruses to torture a crowd with my shit music. Where do I hide the radio?”

“Up his ass probably.” Via laughs, fanning her hand out to cool herself down a bit. Sweat began to cling to the back of her neck. “Do you have a hair tie?”

“Shhhhh I am thinking.” Cece snaps, putting her hand up to the blonde's face as she looks around.

“Or we can follow a chord from one of the speakers?” Via offers, snatching her friend's hand and stealing a hair tie from the slender wrist and putting her hair up while the other girls gasps in excitement.

“You are a genius. And not the evil kind like your cousin.” She exclaims before moving to find a speaker and before they know it they are following the chord to the radio and hijacking it to a different station. The crowd is a mix of boos and excited chants as dancing begins downstairs.

They escape the scene of the crime, giggling the entire time, especially when Via trips on the bottom step of the staircase leading back down to the living room area where most of the dancing was beginning.

Hungry Like The Wolf begins blasting through the speakers and Cece yells in excitement, dragging Via the last couple steps towards the dance floor and throwing them both in without a second thought.

1 song turned to 3 more. Which turned to 5 more songs and by the time Via managed to drag Cece away from the crowd and out the door, the sweat that had covered most of her skin sent chills down her spine as it soaks up the cold night air.

Cece leans against the railing close to the door, leaning back and fixing her hair so the air can hit her face a little better while Via staggers to the opposite railing with her eyes closed as every muscle in her body relaxes, wrapping the oversized blazer around herself to preserve some warmth.

“It’s not warm looking cool is it?” A voice from below the porch snaps her out of the calm daze, scaring her a bit before she blinks away the blurriness and finds her cousin sitting in the grass of the lawn smiling from ear to ear. “You the little shit that switched my music?”

The scent of caramel and sweat fill Via’s senses as Cece joins her side with an overdramatic huff. “The music you were playing sucked. So you can’t pull your better than thou attitude with us.”

“Hello, Cecelia.” Eddie grins, leaning against the wall of the house as he stares up at her. “You both would be a lot warmer if you dressed like me, you see I have a leather jacket and a flannel because unlike you I-”

“Look like a dweeb?” Cece scoffs, using her fingers to swiper under her eyes in an attempt to clean the makeup that had pooled there.

There is a slam of a car door not far off that pulls Via’s attention as the two around her continue their small argument, but the people getting out of the car have fully grabbed all of her attention. The three boys in the Hawkins jerseys all shoving each other drunkenly and laughing like maniacs as they stagger across the lawn to get to the front door.

Via watches for a moment, waiting to see if another figure would emerge, one that she knew like the back of her hand. When he doesn’t she takes a deep breath in and turns back to where her cousin was still sitting and hauls herself up onto the railing to throw her body over. The only problem was she had a little too much to drink so it’s not as smooth as she would like it to be and she ends up just falling forward.

Cece gasps out and it’s like a slow motion horror story as Via watches the ground come at her quickly, or well maybe she was coming at the ground too quickly but who's to say? Before she can really crash her cousin is there, laughing as he takes most of the hit and they both sprawl across the dirt and grass.

It takes her a moment to catch her breath since the fall knocked the wind out of her lungs, and by the time she finally does she has to pick herself up off the ground to spot Cece climbing through the rails rather than over them.

Eddie groans in pain as he dashes to help her before the jocks hit the porch, all three of them ducking down so the clowns in jock jackets don’t see them.

“Is there a reason you are hiding in the bushes?” Via taunts, still a little out of breath from her fall and her back shooting with pain.

“Party got a little boring.” He shrugs, leaning against the wall again as his hand pats down his jacket before he pulls a sandwich baggie with a joint and a lighter tossed into it. “Needed a break.”

“You fell down here after leaning on the railing.” Via guesses which makes her cousin lean to punch her shoulder harshly. She grunts in pain once more before slapping his arm back and before he can hit back Cece leans to snatch the joint from him while he is distracted.

“Of course. You two follow me out here just to team up on me as usual. This will not stand, you hear me?” Eddie rants, shaking his head. “I’m putting my foot down, Cecelia.”

“Don’t say my name like that, Edward.” She snaps, lighting the rolled up joint and taking in a deep inhale before passing it to Via. Eddie whines in the background as Via follows her friend's lead before handing it to Eddie finally.

“Do you ladies like…. My humble abode?” He squints, gesturing to the big house behind him before smoking as well, watching both of the girls look at the house fully now.

“How do you even find these houses?” Via questions, closing her eyes and laying down as the dizziness threatens to consume her.

Eddie had made a habit of throwing parties in houses for sell, empty and out of town bounds. An idea Cece gave him the last time Hopper caught him with weed, he had gotten into a lot of trouble and she was upset. So now the parties are in houses where Hopper couldn’t find them, and Eddie could sell to people from other towns.

“Oh it’s so easy. I simply read a newspaper and look for open houses then I go to the open house and look up what time they close and once I’m sure they are closed up for the night I break in - which isn’t a crime if I don’t get caught so do not make that face at me Cecelia-”

“Hate when you call me that Edward.” She grunts.

“-And then I call a random number to a different school from a telephone that cannot be traced-”

“A payphone.”

“Olivia, please I am trying to lay out my master scheme here. Anyways I call from a phone that cannot be traced to a random student from different schools and tell them the address for the night so I can never be tracked. It’s so simple.”

“I think you need help, Edward.” Via hisses, sitting up to flick his nose before Cece lays down to put her head in Via’s lap and close her eyes. They sit in silence for a moment, just taking a deep breath in as the party is still loud and booming within the house. Hungry Like The Wolf begins to play through the speakers again.

“I hate you guys for changing the music.” Eddie groans.

“This party blew before we did that so lose the tone Edward.” Cece mumbles with her eyes still closed.

“How are things going with you two? It’s been forever since I have seen you both.” He is quick to change the subject.

“We saw you yesterday.” Via reminds him, leaning back on her palms to relax as he relights his joint and Cece hums out while still using her friend as a pillow. No matter how many parties they went to somehow they always ended up sitting alone and gossiping about the dumbest things possible. Did that make them lame?

Via didn’t think so but Steven Harrington would probably disagree. Just the thought of his stupid face has her clenching her jaw and imagining ways to hit him with a car. But the thoughts betray her, just as they always do. It goes from hitting him with a car to remembering his face that night.

When she had heard the news about Nana, when she panicked and ran to the one person she thought would make her feel better. But she should have known better, she should have known that he wasn’t who she thought he always was.

Eddie had warned her long before that and her freshman year had proven as much. But she was still a fool, and she was upset and he had been so drunk .

The glassiness of his eyes made her stomach sink, the wet of the grass digging into her socks as she tries to process her next words.

“My Nana is gone…” She sobs, and he only blinks.

“Are you crying?” He slurs and she can’t tell if he can hear her or not. When she does go to respond she is interrupted by the sound of Tommy Hagan cackling behind Steve.

He turns to stare at Tommy and Ollie watches in slow time as his chest begins to rise and fall with… laughter. Steve was laughing. At her.

“Via? Helloooo?” Eddie calls, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

“Sorry? What?” She balks, trying to act calm as both of her friends peer at her as if she were crazy.

“We thought you were like…. Dying or something. We have been trying to get your attention for hours.” Cece huffs, tears in her eyes. “Don’t die.”

“Okay, don’t get too dramatic Cecelia.” Eddie huffs, though his face still holds a small but of panic. “She is right though. You went pale and just zoned out for a minute.”

“Sorry. Got caught in my head.” Via answers, tension coiling in her chest as they both watch her with fear. When neither of them seemed to relax she lets out a fake laugh, doing her very best to make them believe it. “I’m fine mom and dad. Take a breath.”

“Fine. Just tell me if I need to go grab water.” Eddie huffs, finally sitting back which makes Cece relax as well, though she doesn’t lay her head back in her friends lap and rather sits against the wood hold of the porch with a skeptical look. One Via notes immediately.

“What were we talking about before I zoned out?”

“We were just catching up.” Eddie mumbles and Via doesn’t miss the way he smears out the rest of the joint, throwing it back in the bag and shoving it in his jacket with shaky hands. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m good.” Steve’s laughing face is still deeply engraved in the center of her thoughts but that’s where he stayed whether she liked it or not.

“I was telling Eds about my essay, the one you helped me with? I got an A on it.” Cece mutters, reaching up to smooth out her hair. “Who knew Cleopatra was so interesting?”

“I did…. And Wiley. He gave me the books for the research, you know?” Via smiles as both their faces melt at the mention of her little brother.

“Oh I love Wiley!” Cece blurts, her voice filled with the same tone in which you talk to a tiny kitten. “He’s just so sweet!”

“I don’t understand how Wiley doesn’t have friends!” Eddie snaps aggressively, his face pinched up in annoyance. “That kid is so metal. He rocks and I’ll pummel those kids that made fun of him. I promise you that.”

“That’s a crime, Eds.” Cece reminds.

“Only if you get caught.” He snaps back. “I seriously don’t know what that Wheeler kids problem is.”

“We don’t know it was Wheeler.” Via rushes out, palms outstretched in an attempt to get them both to calm down like they were wild animals. “But the stutter has gotten better around the house. I have no clue what he sounds like at school.”

It was a partial truth. Wiley had developed a really bad stutter due to some bullying at school and over the years he started to avoid talking all together. His stutter had gotten better around their family lately but that was due to the fact that he avoided talking any chance he could. No matter how much their dad pried for conversation.

“We should dress up as middle school boys and sneak in to see.”

“Hate to break it to you Cecelia but you have a very large pair of knockers.”

“EDWARD!” She snaps, sitting up to slap his forehead quickly which makes him gasp out in fake shock.

“That was so rude Cecelia. You truly just hurt my feelings.” He whines, and she rolls her eyes when he smiles at her.

“Grow up, Munson.”

“You first, Miller.”

“Get a room, Mutts.” Via scoffs, moving to stand on shaky legs.

“Get a life, Ollie.” Eddie scoffs back, eyes widening when Via picks up a tiny rock to throw at him, and within seconds he’s scrambling to run away as both girls move to attack him.

20 minutes later Via stands before the side of the house, two cans of spray paint within her hands as she sticks out her tongue from the corner of her mouth in an attempt to better concentrate. Steve used to say it was ‘frog mentality’ and that she would pass all her classes if she kept doing it. But that was back when Steve wasn’t the devil incarnate.

Cece and Eddie lean against the tree facing the house, both watching my work and critiquing it any chance they get to bother her.

“I would like to remind the group one more time that I am still working on the project. And you shouldn’t judge it until it’s done.” Via snaps out, tossing the red spray paint into the duffel bag and snatching up a different color, shaking it quickly as Eddie tilts his head to admire the work.

“It looks uneven.” He smirks and Cece gasps dramatically. “Eds I was literally about to say that.”

“I hate you both.” Via mumbles under her breath which makes them laugh as she continues on. They begin talking amongst themselves, Cece reminding Eddie about homework to which he argues that he did it and they begin a whisper debate, and at some point Via begins to zone them out and focus on the project at hand. Their words fade out, and the colors become the only thing that matters. They blend together and soon enough a face comes into view, the brick all turning into a portrait of despair.

By the time she steps back all she can do is blink at the creation, smiling from ear to ear as her cousin whistles slowly and walks up to where she stands. “Is that Marilyn Monroe?”

“Oh my god Eddie. It is obviously Marilyn Monroe.” Cece sighs, coming up to huddle next to them both for warmth as each of them fight off shivers. “I cannot believe you did that with spray paint.”

“Is she crying or smiling?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to further admire the portrait.

“Both? I don’t know. I kind of just let the paint take control.” Via admits, face heating as both of them immediately groan out.

“I’m Via and I speak to the paint.” Eddie mocks, pretending to flip his hair over his shoulder before his face goes dead serious. “You’re not….huffing the paint are you?”

“Shut up Edward!” Cece snaps which makes Via smile, laughing a bit until the defense turns against her. “She only does that every now and then. She mostly huffs the bleach for her hair.”

“YOU do my hair!” Via groans, shoving Cece away as she packs up the duffel of spray paint and snatches the polaroid camera from the bag before stepping back and taking a picture of her latest mural.

The second the picture is formed she can do nothing but smile at it.

“Alright, go pose.” Cece giggles, snatching the camera and shoving Via in the direction of the mural. The blonde doesn’t argue, and immediately dashes to pose in front of the brick wall with a wide smile, both her middle fingers pointed to the camera as Cece takes the picture.

She shakes the picture with excitement as Eddie shuffles closer to see it. Once it’s developed they both show their excitement, Eddie with a ‘hell yeah’ and Cece with a loud squeal.

“You look so good!” The brunette laughs.

“Badass.” Eddie confirms and Via snatches the photo to look at it herself.

Sometimes seeing her reflection or photo these days still kind of shocked her, like a stranger she had never had the chance to properly meet.

After Nana had passed she had gone through many changes.

It had started the day she chopped her long hair down to her collarbone, sobbing violently until she rushed to Cece’s house before her parents could see it. Cece’s mother had evened out the chop and helped the girls bleach her hair, since she was a hair stylist.

The pink came from a night at Cece’s house while her mom slept over at her nasty boyfriend's place. Cece had been upset and Via had of course rushed over, they read in one of her lame magazines that color in the hair was the new thing so they started with Via. But by the time the pink had been dyed Cece lost her nerve and had never added any blue to her own.

This led to a fight, one of their biggest, and they went a whole 20 minutes of not talking to each other. It was intense. (Eddie says they are both too codependent. They both tell him to shove it)

Gone were the days of the handmade dresses her Nana used to spend hours making, gone were the days of being bullied over them. Not that Via ever hated the dresses, they were all gifts from her Nana, but she liked that she could grow into her style some more. There were still a couple dresses kept safe in the back of her closet though. Kept safe and hidden.

Cece had taught her makeup…. Well she tried to teach her makeup but the two had very different thoughts on how makeup should look. Cece went for a glam look, foundation and glitter. Via went for a…. She liked eyeliner.

And Via loved her new look, she loved everything about it. She just wishes she had more time to grow into it rather than changing it in one summer.

But it was time things moved forward. Freshman year from hell had proved as much. Harrington and his friends had made it dreadful. And her one best friend…..

“Okay, we need to get out of here before the cops show up. That party is only getting louder.” Eddie reminds. He makes sure everything is picked up and gives them both one more protective look. “I’m gonna go find my sophomores. You two good to get home?”

“Tell Gareth and Jeff I say hello.” Cece smiles, fluttering her eyes which makes Eddie roll his eyes once more. Everyone knew both of them had huge crushes on her, the kind that left them speechless whenever she was near.

“I already told you not to bully my youth, Cecelia.”

“Blah blah blah.” She snaps, leaning to kiss his cheek before moving to walk away leaving Via behind for a moment.

“You okay?” He blurts after a moment, both of them watching Cece walk across the lawn in her heels, yelling in disgust when they keep sinking in the mud.

“Oh my god I’m fine. It was just a zoned out moment. I’ll drive her home and walk.” she sighs in aggravation, twisting the bracelet on her arm nervously. “You can even come knock on our door when you get home to make sure I made it.”

“I meant about the day.” Eddie mumbles, finally turning to her with that knowing look that normally sets her on edge. “I know how…..close you were .”

“I’m fine. It’s just a day.” She laughs, not enjoying the queasy feeling coiling in her stomach or the way her palms seem to itch with sweat. Memories lunging for her, all around that stupid boy with the stupid smile. “Are you okay to get home?”

Best way to handle Eddie is to change the subject to himself, it’s something she had learned pretty quickly. He gets as defensive about being okay as she does. Fight fire with fire.

“How about you call the trailer later and make sure I am alive?” He teases, punching her shoulder. Situation diffused.

“COME ON!” Cece calls, finally having made it to her car. “I WANT DONUTS!”

“CAN YOU YELL ANY LOUDER?!” Eddie calls back, flipping her the bird before turning back to the house. “Go get the princess her donuts. I gotta find the boys.”

“Bye Edward.” She mumbles back, using his full name to piss him off.

“Bye Ollie.” He mutters back in the same tone and the grunt of shock that passes his lips when she punches his shoulders makes her smile. “Fine. Via.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

September 17th, 1975

“I officially hate 2nd grade.” Ollie mutters, trying to pull away from her mom as the older blonde fixes the pigtails she had sent her daughter to school in.

“I just don’t understand how a crayon melted in your hair Ollie.” She grunts, frustration flashing in her eyes as she picks the comb up from the table to once again try tugging some of the wax out. “Stevie? Did you see her?” “No.” He lies, watching from his spot at the kitchen table with his legs swinging back and forth. “She was on her own for this one.”

That part was true at least.

“Why would you do this Olivia?” Charlotte groans right as Flip comes down the stairs.

“What did Olivia do?”

“Dad! Mom is pulling my hair!” Ollie snitches which makes Steve snort in amusement until she sends a glare his way, promptly shutting him up.

“Don’t pull my baby's hair.” Her father mumbles, coming up to kiss his wife’s cheek before he stops short. “Olivia Diane Fraser. What the hell did you do?”

Steve sits up straight, eyes widening as he begins to panic. His friend was in deep trouble if her dad was using her full name. There is an urge to defend her, to tell her parents that it wasn’t her fault even if he knew it was. And apart of him knew her dad would never raise a hand to her, but there was still that fear, deep in his stomach that made him want to throw up.

“I was making Stevie a gift!” She yells back, her face going red with frustration. “It’s his birthday!”

“Oh you don’t say.” Charlotte laughs, turning to give Steve a wide smile. “Have I said Happy birthday yet Stevie?”

“This morning.” Steve nods, watching Ollie stick her head in the sink to try and get the crayon out again. “You want to see what Ollie made me?”

“Sure.” Flip sighs, dragging his eyes away from his daughter to see Steve hold out a piece of construction paper with melted crayons all over them. He blinks for a moment as Steve smiles like it’s the best art he’s ever seen.

Flip however cannot figure out what it is. He just stares, hoping if he blinks enough the image will come to him.

“It’s flowers!” Steve supplies. “See the wax of the green crayon is the stem and then she was making red and pink flowers with the other crayons and-“

“How the hell were you meltin these?” Flip laughs, turning back to his daughter.

“The sun….. and by pressing them into a lightbulb from a lamp.” Ollie explains, somehow managing to escape her mothers hold and dashing to where Steve sits. “Do you really like it?”

“It’s the coolest thing ever. I’m keeping it.” He smiles, pulling it closer to him.

“Alright. We’ll worry about Ollie’s hair later. For right now the big question is upon us.” Flip laughs, sitting at the table and turning to Steve. “What does the birthday boy want for dinner?”

September 17th, 1983 Saturday

The mini mart that sat right on the edge of town was probably the worst place to be so late in the night, and this only became apparent to Via when she walked in to find it empty.

Well, not empty. The lights were on and the radio by the register was playing music but there wasn’t another human in sight. It had an unsettling feel to it and for a second she is glad she had the mind to lock the doors to Cece’s car since the other girl was passed out in the backseat with a ‘car blanket’ strewn over her. Via wouldn’t have even stopped for the donuts if she didn’t want a snack herself.

The weed and the liquor both claimed hunger in her stomach.

So, even though it gave her a bad feeling, Via smiled as she used the emptiness of the mini mart to her advantage. Unzipping her purse as she passed through the aisles and shoved some things in it quickly. A small bottle of liquor, a pack of donuts, band-aids, chocolate, matches.

She is debating if she should shove some gum in when the bell of the door sounds out and her attention drags to it, only to find the one person she never wanted to talk to again.

Steve Harrington blinks in shock, eyes wide as he looks torn between holding his ground or running away, his hand still on the door. His mouth opens and shuts a couple times before he clears his throat which snaps her back to attention.

She turns quickly, willing her spine to relax as she lamely stares at the gum choices before her, blinking and waiting.

Finally after a moment the door finally shuts completely and she lets out a breath, hoping that meant he left. She wasn’t so lucky because a moment later his footsteps can be heard as he passes her until he is an aisle away and looking at the selection of chips they had.

The only problem was the aisles barely reached their shoulders so they could still see each other. She was just fine ignoring him, but it seemed he would not let this moment pass.

“Is anyone working?”

“Do I look like I work here, Harrington?” She snarks, snatching up a pack of gum and moving to leave before she realizes that he would probably snitch which meant she would have to pay. Shit.

Turning to make it look like she wasn’t about to leave she waltzes to the counter and rings the bell, ignoring the feeling of his eyes on her back.

“Did you walk here? Or is that your car out there?” He asks again, and though she can’t see him she can hear him moving to another aisle to grab what he needed.

“It’s not my car.”

“So you walked? I can give you a ride to-”

“It’s my friends. I’m fine.” The answer is more of a disgruntled sigh, one that she wishes held more of a bite. She wishes she knew what would hurt him just as he hurt her, wanting nothing more than to make him bleed the very same way he made her bleed. “Besides. Mormon girls aren’t supposed to be with guys without an escort.”

His grunt of shock makes a small amount of pride bloom in her chest as she hits the bell again, a couple times to see if anyone would bother to hear her.

“How’s Wiley? Haven’t seen that kid in ag-”

“HELLO?!” She calls, frustration claiming her as he walks a little closer now, hands filled with items. She takes one moment to see what he’s got. Packs of pudding, a bag of chips, and a slim jim.

“Dinner.” He answers at her look, shrugging a bit. “Fancy isn’t it?”

She doesn’t answer, shaking her head as she turns back to the counter. She would not admit to remembering what day it was, she would never admit anything to him.

Reaching for the bell once more before she is cut short by the lights in the mini mart flickering before going out for a moment, then when the lights come back on Via finds herself blinking at Steve in shock.

He blinks back before a thunk is heard from the bathrooms to the left.

“Has the worker been in the bathroom this whole time?” Steve asks, setting his items down before heading to the door and knocking lightly.

“Seriously?” Via scoffs. “You’re gonna bother their bathroom break?”

“I… well- What am I supposed to do Ollie?”

“Don’t call me that-” A loud thunk from the back of the store catches their attention before a couple cans of coke fall off one of the shelves.

“Nope.” Via grunts, snatching her gum and moving to the door. “I am not dying here.”

Steve is quick to follow her lead, only stopping to grab a box of matches before dashing out the door.

She, like a fool, waits for him to escape before shutting the door behind him and moving to dash to the safety of Cece’s car before he is calling out quickly. “Hey Ollie…via!”

“It’s late. I have to go.” She snaps, rushing to unlock the driver side door. “If my parents find out I’m this close to Hawkins Lab after dark I’m dead.”

“I… I was just going to say I like the….. Hair?” He mumbles, and she risks one look at him, blinking slowly. The nervous look on his face reminded her of the way things used to be, when they dressed up as pirates and detectives. But before she knows it his laughing face is flashing through her memory.

She doesn’t bother responding, giving him a glare before getting in the car and starting it up, leaving Harrington at that stupid mini mart.

It’s not long before they reach Cece’s house, and Via helps her friend stagger inside while doing her best not to wake her little sister that shared the room. She helps get her into bed, tucking her in before leaving the pack of donuts on the nightstand and sneaking out the window.

The walk to her house was filled with memories and anger, her arms wrapped around herself in a lame attempt to keep warm as her boots crunched on the gravel beneath her. For 10 minutes she combed over that entire interaction with Steve, thinking about all the things she could have said.

She could have told him to shove it, or that she hopes he loses all his hair. There were so many options and when her home came into view she had to stop from kicking herself at all the lame responses she had given.

Wiley called this house ‘Grimoire’ since he claims it’s the kind of house you would find in an old warlock's grimoire. And looking at it now, under the little light the moon could offer with the forest behind it, there was no better description. It looked… old and depressing.

The last few years with Nana all their extra money had gone to her chemo and treatments. When she passed they had been a bit…. Panicky to find somewhere new to live. They had no money.

This house had been a lucky find. Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had helped them fix it up a bit when they began renting it and over the summer they tried to make it their new home.

It wasn’t.

Nothing was these days because they were missing someone.

But Via couldn’t think about that right now, not as she climbed onto the stack of milk cartons she set up to help her climb through her window in the one story home, doing her best to keep quiet so she didn’t wake anyone up.

It didn’t matter in the end since the second she closes her window the sound of her door creaking fills the air as Wiley comes into view.

“Hi, Wye.” She greets, smiling softly as she sits on the edge of her bed to unlace her boots. “What are you doing up?”

“C…couldn’t… couldn’t-t sleep.” He shrugs coming a bit closer and sitting at the chair of her desk where all her art supplies were currently strewn about. Her spray painting gear is hidden in Cece’s trunk of course. “W-were y-y-y-you at…”

She watches him take a deep breath in, choosing to focus his attention on one of her drawings to ease himself and not make eye contact so this was less stressful to him. “Were y-you at Stev-ve’s birthday party?”

“No. I was with Eddie and Cece. They say hi and that they love you by the way.” She smiles, throwing her bag on the bed before pulling out the two chocolate bars. “Look what I got you.”

This pulls a smile from his face as he eagerly snatches one from her hand and tears it open.

“Did you talk to that Sinclair kid?” Via asks, watching him closely, watching as his face falls a bit and his cheeks redden.

“T-they were t-talking ab-bout a new c-c-c..”

“Comic? They are reading a new comic? You don’t have it?”

“N-no.” He shakes his head. “Goodnight.”

He gets up and walks out without another word, but he does send her a small smile and she hears the sound of his own door shutting soon after before she gets up herself.

Wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed she heads down the hall and sets the box of matches in the kitchen drawer where her mom complained about being out before she left, and then she goes into the bathroom to switch out the empty box of bandaids with the ones she got tonight, smiling a bit to herself when she shuffles back to her room.

The panel in the bottom of her tiny closet lifts easily, and she reaches in to hide the bottle of liquor she stole earlier, her hand grazing something familiar as she pulls it out. The broken half of a canvas she had made herself years ago.

She remembered the day her dad helped her staple it so she could paint it for her friend, the bob ross picture staring right back at her with a painted figure. It was messy and her work was choppy at best. An ugly painting by an untalented freak.

But it still pulled all the wrong strings to her heart, drawing tears to her eyes. “Happy birthday Steve Harrington.”

With that she shoves the canvas back in the hole and covers it back up before crawling into bed.

September 17th, 1975

Steve and Ollie sat together at the table, faces covered in Nana’s famous pudding as they giggled over the wax painting she had made.

The wax was out of her hair thanks to Nana pouring half a bottle of lotion in it, now she smelled of lavender and lotion which Steve thought hilarious.

They shared the last helping of Nana’s pudding right now, Ollie letting Steve have most of it since it is his birthday.

“Thank you for the gift. I can’t wait to hang it up.” He mumbles through a mouthful of pudding.

“Happy birthday, Stevie.” Ollie giggles. “You’re my best friend ever.”

September 19th, 1983 - Monday

“That damn tagger did it again Lottie!” Flip Fraser huffs, slamming the newspaper against the table as both his kids shuffle around him to get ready for their day. If he looked up at this moment he might have seen his oldest daughter's humored smile or the way his youngest son gives a fake glare at his sister.

“They did?” Lottie Fraser asks, dashing into the room with her blonde hair flowing behind her. “Show me.”

It was safe to say her parents were both a little too invested in this tagger situation, since ‘the tagger’ first appeared in the paper for tagging the grocery store with a portrait of JFK three months ago. Not Via’s best work but that one was a dare given by Gareth. Ever since they both always waited for the news to reveal more.

“A house outside of town. Closer to Hawkins Lab.” Her dad grunts, shaking his head in annoyance. “And no one saw a damned thing.”

“Oh my…” Her mother mumbles, sitting at the empty chair of the table as she reads the article with her husband. “It is a nice mural though. I can’t tell if Marilyn is crying or smiling.”

Via snorts as she remembers her conversation with Eddie. This draws her fathers attention as he looks at her with a smile, dropping the paper on the table and moving to stand and finish brushing his wife’s hair. “How was work yesterday, Olli….via. Olivia. I said Olivia and everyone heard it.”

“Work was fine, nothing really to note.” Via had applied to the town's movie theater the second she found out they were hiring, saving up money to help her parents and maybe get herself a car. It had mostly been the former whether they knew it or not, her parents never wanted her to ‘waste her money on them’. “It was our senior citizen discount night so not much business. Barely had to sweep up popcorn.”

“Good good.” He smiles, leaning to kiss her forehead as she passes to wash her bowl from breakfast.

“Wye? You ready for today?”

“Y-yes.” Wiley smiles, cheeks red as his dad watches him.

It’s silent for a moment before Lottie leans forward to kiss his cheek. “How has it been going with making friends, baby? You talk to anyone?”

Flip begins braiding her hair, as she continues staring at Wiley with such hope in her eyes.

“Th-they w-were all talking ab-b-b-”

“Deep breaths, bud.” Flip says gently, smiling when Wiley takes a deep breath in before starting again.

“They were all talking about a n-new comic book.” He goes slow, not that anyone in the room minds.

“Do you have the book?” Flip asks, watching Wiley shake his head.

“But it’s f-fine.”

“No bud, you did all your chores this week.” Flip grunts, finishing off Lottie’s hair and grabbing his wallet. Her fathers cheeks redden as he hands Wiley a dollar. “Is this enough?”

Wiley nods, jumping to hug him before running to grab his school stuff.

The rest of the morning falls into one of a rushed panic as everyone races around to grab everything they need. Her mom kisses her cheek and does her best to smooth out her daughter's hair before dashing to the blue car Nana left behind and nodding for Wiley to get in.

Her dad hops into the truck and waits patiently for her to hop in before zooming off to drop his daughter off.

He stops down the street, telling her to have a good day before driving off to let her walk the rest of the way, just as she requested at the beginning of the year.

She passes the familiar car that Steve and all his friends usually hang out around, noting that today he was by himself before walking past him to go into the building.

September 17th, 1983 - Saturday

Steve Harrington didn’t believe in fate, his mother had spent her days pouring wine and complaining about her horoscope. She claimed fate led her to his father and if that was fate then Steve wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.

But seeing Ollie tonight had to have been fate. There was no other reasoning behind it. What are the chances he would see her on the night of his birthday? It. Was. Fate.

But that hateful, despising look she gave him before leaving? That was gut-wrenching.

It clung to him on the rest of the way home from his trip. He hadn’t wanted to go to the party in the first place, he would’ve rather wallowed in self pity all night like an idiot. But he knew if he didn’t make an appearance then Tommy would have said something, but by the time Steve’s car pulled up he saw the lights of police cars and figured he would just go home.

So he stopped on the way home, where he saw her.

She looked so different, seeing her on the first day of school this year had been a shock to the system already. But that punching feeling he got in his gut every time she made eye contact? That was a mix between guilt and amazement.

Walking into the empty house, that had just finished getting redone, he throws his keys on the fresh counter before dropping his junk on it and slamming his finger in the answering machine.

He already knows there wasn’t going to be any messages, not from either of his parents, yet he still feels disappointed when it’s confirmed. So he reaches into the cabinet and pulls out a candle, throwing one of the pudding cups open aggressively and shoving the candle into the cheap pudding.

“Happy Birthday Stevie.” He whispers, blowing out the candle and eating the pudding before heading up to his room and digging in his closet. There is a box of things he keeps hidden for when his friends come over and dig through his stuff, so they won’t see all the memories he keeps stored away.

The broken half of a beautifully painted canvas is the first thing that catches his attention, the colors blending in his sight as he grabs the sweater knitted for him and tosses it on quickly.

The painting had looked so good, he wondered what Ollie’s paintings looked like now. But before he can think about it too much he slams the lid shut and shuts the light off before heading to bed.

“Happy birthday indeed.” He sighs.

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