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I Don’t Think We Are In 1986 Anymore? | Eddie Munson x Reader

Participating in the Stranger Prompts directly from the Twilight Zone. Created by @bettyfrommars @allthingsjoeq @somnambulic-thing 🖤

Choose a prompt from the list, add in your choice of Eddie or Steve, and spin the story however you like!

Combining two prompts bc why not ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

1.He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago

11. You find a man hiding in your house, and he says he’s from another dimension.

cw: Mentions of Eddie's death (dw he ain't dead) and his injuries from the upsidedown.

wc: 2.3k

1986

It had been two months since the events of Vecna ensued. There was a memorial for the friends and families of the victims who suffered the gruesome death caused by the supernatural creature. Unfortunately, Eddie Munson was still considered to be the culprit and did not get the chance to defend himself against the wrath of the people of Hawkins.

Only those who knew Eddie in the end stood at his grave site, unable to retrieve his body; they mourned the loss of their friend at an empty grave.

Eventually, life moved on, and his friends kept his spirit alive by regularly talking about him and the stories of Eddie the Banished turning into Eddie the Brave. They never would let one another forget the events of that fatal night...

2024

You were just getting out of the shower, walking into your bedroom to get ready for your work day. It was about 6:39am. Your usually morning routine as going to plan, you were about to pick out an outfit before sitting to dry your hair.

That was before you were almost frightened half to death. A blood-curdling scream left your throat when you saw a young man covered in dirt and filth crouched in your closet.

He screamed back in return, being more scared about what was happening to him that you seemed to understand.

Eddie had gone through literal hell, and back that had left him emotionally and physically drained. He found himself waking up back in the real world, unsure of how he'd gotten there. Looking around, he realized he was in a place resembling his hometown of Hawkins, but something was off.

He was in immense pain and covered with his own blood, demobat blood and dirt… lots of it. It was caked into his skin as he looked down at himself, it looked like he went through a mud slide. His fingers were a deep earth colour and he couldn’t tell where the blood started and the dirt stopped. He could feel the dried cracked mud covering his face. It made him think about how anyone could stand those mud masks if they made your skin feel this tight and dry.

Despite the confusion, Eddie recognized where he was. He was in the trailer park, or what used to be the trailer park. It was the same plot of land where he had lived for years. The street signs confirmed this, but there were houses instead of trailers.

As he looked around, he noticed that the tree to the west, which had always been a familiar sight, had aged considerably. Its branches were bent and twisted, and its leaves had turned a dull brown colour.

Eddie couldn't help but wonder how much time had passed since he had last been in this place. He felt uneasy, unsure of what to do next. What he did know was that he needed to get his wounds patched up, take a shower, and get some food. There was no way he was going to a hospital, so he tried his luck, and the house's back door, where his uncle's trailer use to be, was unlocked.

Eddie had no clue what time it was or what day. So he risked walking into the house, look around for any signs of life and decided to enter.

As he felt a parching thirst, he walked towards the refrigerator and opened it. Inside, he saw a clear and chilled water bottle that caught his eye and immediately reached for it. He twisted the cap open and took a few big gulps, feeling the water quench his thirst and refresh his body.

As he drank the water, his eyes wandered inside the fridge, and he spotted a shiny red apple lying on the shelf. He decided to take it, as he felt a sudden pang of hunger and knew that he needed some nutrients to boost his energy levels, not really having any since Chrissy's death a few weeks ago. It was a miracle, he didn’t starve to death let alone escape the Upsidedown.

He reached for the apple and turned it around in his hand, not bothering to wash it before he took a bite, feeling the crunch of the juicy flesh and the sweet taste of the fruit. After he ravaged the apple, Eddie spotted some packed cold cuts and some cheese. He swiped those and made his way to try and find a bathroom.

Eddie didn't have much luck on the first floor as he wandered your house, so he walked up the stairs and saw your bedroom door open. Before he could look elsewhere, he heard running water being shut off and a light hum coming from what he could only assume was the bathroom. So Eddie panicked and jumped into your closet to hide.

After a few more minutes of terrified screaming, as you stood there in nothing but your bath towel, you threatened to call the police.

"Please, no, I'm not going to hurt you, I swear! I'm innocent!"

"Innocent! You broke into my home."

"I'm sorry I was so hungry, and you have no idea the month I have had." He got up, and you flinched, stepping back and gripping your towel tighter.

As the man stood, you noticed he was limping; he had dried blood smeared on his clothes and face. He looked to be in a lot of pain.

Against your better judgment, you felt sorry for him. He looked scared and helpless, not to mention dressed peculiarly. He had a bandana wrapped around his head, covering his long hair. Guys don't have that kind of long of hair nowadays. He also wore a bulky green vest over a leather jacket—odd for the summer months? and his shoes, they were vintage.

"I should call you an ambulance or something." You mumble as you try to cover as much of your body as you can.

"No!"

He screamed, and you flinched again. You looked over to your dresser where your phone was sitting, wondering if you could get to it before this psycho kills you.

"I'm sorry, but no, no hospitals." He shakes his head; he looks like he might cry.

"But you're hurt!" you protest. Why? You don't know. You have an extreme empathy meter, and now you hate yourself for it.

"What day is it?" He changes the subject.

"Friday"

"No I mean… last I remember it was March?."

"It’s May 17th, 2024," you reiterate.

"Excuse me? I think I have dirt still in my ears. You said what now?" He chuckles uncomfortably.

"It's May."

"No, I heard that; what year is it?" He asks with a hard tone.

"Two-thousand-and-twenty-four," you sound out each syllable like it was an idiot.

"Jesus H Christ," He whispers as his doe eyes get even bigger than you thought possible.

You didn't know what to do, this guy clearly needed help and maybe a psych evaluation, but you wanted to help him. If he had wanted to murder you he would have done so already.

"What is your name?" You bravely ask.

"Eddie... uh.... Munson"

"WHAT" you scream, almost dropping your towel in shock.

"What? What's wrong? I'm innocent; I swear I didn't hurt that girl!"

"No, I know that! I know that name... But Eddie Munson died in the eighties?"

"Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I am, in fact, Eddie Munson and very much alive... unfortunately."

"What year were you born?" Maybe this was a coincidence? Maybe, there could be two Eddie Munsons from Hawkins, Indiana, who your father never shut the fuck up about.

"1965" He answered confidently.

"You sure about that?" you question."

"You want me to go back in time to get my birth certificate?" He still can't believe he is in the year 2024, but then again he just went through a lot of stuff he still cant wrap his head around.

"No, no, it’s just you’re very young for a 59-year-old," You giggle.

"I’m not crazy!"

He looked kinda crazy

"Ok, ok, I’m sorry." Why were you apologizing?

"What year were you born?" he asks.

"1995"

"Woah." He walks over and plops himself on your vanity chair. This was too much. Eddie wanted to go home—to be clean, eat, and be with his uncle. Now, he was stuck in another dimension. The future?

You stood there and watched as the wheels in Eddie's head started to turn.

"Listen... I uh- fuck I'm absolutely insane," You mumbled to yourself. "I will let you use my shower... and I'll give you some clean clothes. I'll give you my phone to call whoever, okay?" That would be you and him sometime.

"Thank you." He signed. His shoulder dropped and he genuinely looked relieved.

You walked to your closet to get him a fresh towel and showed him to the bathroom. You also grabbed a fresh toothbrush for him. Who knows the last time he had access to a bathroom? As he stripped, you saw a very familiar, albeit ripped, logo plastered on his chest under the layers of grime.

You had to confirm with your dad what this Eddie Munson looked like. You felt like you were going crazy.

When Eddie was in the shower, you finally changed into clothes and immediately called your dad.

"Hey, Honey, what's going on?" He sounds like he was just waking up.

"I need your help!" you half scream in a whispered tone.

"Are you hurt has happened?" Your dad piped out of bed frantically.

"No, I'm okay, I need you to come here as soon as possible, its an emergency"

"Ok im coming. Do you need me to stay on the phone?"

"No, but I need you to get here as soon as possible." You bite your nail out of habit.

"Ok, ok, you're freaking me out-" You hear the jingle of keys and your mom yelling in the background "-you promise you're okay?"

"Yes, just please get here. Now," You hang up and collect Eddie's clothes and throw them into the washing machine.

Once you hang up with your dad, you call in sick to work because there is no way you're going in now. This had to be some weird fever dream. The wheels in your head were turning, and you saw Eddie emerge from the bathroom, cleaned up and no longer dark brown from being caked in blood and dirt.

Your eyes widen as you fully take in the man standing in your house. You finally recognized him; you had seen his picture plenty of times before.

"What? What is wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost?" He half smiles, and your heart swells. You can't believe what's happening, but you have to play it cool.

"Do-uh, do you need any help with uh-" You motioned to his middle; there was a nasty gash on his side; it looked irritated and swollen.

"Um, yeah, if you have any alcohol or something to clean it?"

"Ok, I should, um, you can go to my room; I left you some sweatpants that should fit and a t-shirt." You pass by him back into the bathroom to find your first aid kit.

"Uh, so I don't know if this is expired or not; let me just google how long rubbing alcohol can be opened for." you smile, picking up your phone and not giving it a second thought.

"What a Goolgle?"

This made you chuckle.

"An internet web browser," you smile, typing away.

“What’s that?” he points to your cell phone.

"A cellphone?" Maybe he was telling the truth about being from 1986?

"That’s not a cell phone." He scoffs.

"Yes it is" you giggle.

"You can call people from that thing?"

"And go online, FaceTime; it holds music, takes pictures, text, it has a flashlight, it even has a calculator." you wink.

"Face what?"

"Oh, uh. Video call… "

"Woah," Eddie was shocked.

"It can do a bunch of other stuff, but uh, let's stick to researching the life of opened-up rubbing alcohol, shall we?"

You find out that it should be safe to use, dab it on a cotton ball, and gently pat Eddie's wound, and he winces at the sting.

After a few minutes of silent concentration, you stand up with a satisfied smile.

"That should do it. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" you motion for him to follow you, and he does as he pulls the only band shirt over his wet mop.

"Uh yeah, anything. I'll take anything." Eddie was still famished.

You get some eggs, bread, and bacon, a quick and hearty meal for him.

As the sizzle of the bacon fills the room, Eddie's stomach growls.

"It will be done soon" You smile from over your shoulder.

"Hey, um you never told me your name..."

"Oh, everyone calls me Birdie... Kinda named after my aunt." you smile.

"Nice to meet you, Birdie." He smiles, and your heart flutters a little.

Stop it right now. You scold yourself internally. What the fuck was wrong with you?

You shake off your thoughts about how attracted you are by the weird stranger sitting at your kitchen table and serve him his breakfast.

Eddie doesn't say much as he wolfs down the home-cooked meal.

"Oh god, this is so good," he moans just as you head a pounding at the door. Eddie freezes like a deer caught in headlights.

"It's not the cops, I promise." You reassure him, resting your hand on his forearm.

Before you can stand up, your dad unlocks your front door, running inside with your mom right on his tail.

"Birdie, honey!" He yells out.

"In the kitchen, Dad!"

"Dad?" Eddie looks to you.

You can no longer hold back your smile, and your dad comes running into the room, running to you, pulling you into a tight death grip of a hug, making sure you are, in fact, okay.

You lock eyes with the man sitting at your table. As your dad turns to see the not-so-stranger sitting at his daughter's kitchen table.

"Holly shit Eddie?!”

"Henderson?!"

"I'm calling Uncle Steve."

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xokento · 1 year

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yummy

Possessive! Dom! Ethan Landry x Sub! Reader (smut)

Synopsis: You make Ethan jealous after a party, so he had to take out his anger on you somehow.

A/N: This isn’t the first smut i’ve ever written but it’s the first one i’ve ever publicly posted. 😭 My notes app is full of them lmfao. I hope y’all enjoy this bc this gets pretty nasty lmfao. ALSO USE A CONDOM YALL.

This Fic Contains: spit kink, degrading, slight dumbification, slut shaming? idk?, ETHAN RIPS YO CLOTHES OFF, choking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, choking on fingers hehe, face grabbing, spanking, creampie, hair pulling, fingering, squirting, mentions of alcohol, reader is a bimbo in this too, size kink hehe, face slapping, wholesome aftercare

The door being slammed behind you is what made you realize, you were fucked.

“Listen, I didn’t want to make a scene back there but if you would’ve just stopped playing dumb, then maybe I wouldn’t have had to!” Ethan yelled as he hightailed you while you sped over to your bedroom.

Earlier, you attended a college party with Ethan and the rest of your friends. You weren’t even drunk but the alcohol helped you be less nervous at that party. You were dressed in the tightest mini skirt ever that even the slightest movement showed off your lacy white panties, and Ethan wasn’t going to have any of that especially with you on the dance floor.

He noticed that a ton of guys were captivated by you and your outfit, so they took the chance to dance with you. You thought nothing of it and simply thought they were being nice.

But of course, Ethan knew what was going on through their heads. They just wanted a chance to have their way with you.

Ethan couldn’t watch his girlfriend get between a bunch of guys, so he instead shoved through the people at the party and grabbed your hand.

“We’re leaving.” Ethan urged in a very low tone.

“Woah! Already? We just got here E!”

Ethan was already pissed off and you did not need to make it worse.

“We’re leaving Y/N!”

You swiped your hand away from him and stood there. “Hey! What’s your deal?!”

Ethan turned around and glared at you. “My deal?! You’re letting other guys touch up on you while you’re dressed like that!” You were fuming at this point.

“Fine. You can leave then! You’re no fun at all.” You we’re about to turn around before Ethan grabbed your wrist this time and pulled you through the crowd of people which caused you to get weird stares as you were dragged out.

The entire walk home, you were complaining about how Ethan just embarrassed you.

Eventually that led to him snapping at you back at your dorm.

You tried to close the door behind you before Ethan got into the room first.

“You’re my girlfriend. Not anyone else’s. Got that?” Ethan growled as he grabbed your wrist again, this time tighter than before.

You whimpered slightly at the pain. “E-Eth’ that hurts-“

He then pulled you in by your throat, shoving you onto your bed and quickly sliding down your skirt. You sit up on your elbows in surprise as you watch him rip off your panties. You squeal out in surprise and are quick to try to cover yourself from the cold air.

Ethan grabs your wrist again and pins it aside as he stares at your extremely tight top.

“I bought you that didn’t I. I don’t think all those other guys would spoil you like I do.”

At first, he gently slid his hand on your breast, staring at your hard nipples, noticing you weren’t wearing a bra before ripping off your top too.

“That was my favorite!!“ You whined.

He scoffed and threw it aside. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

He then sat up on his knees, towering over your small frame. Ethan then grabbed your hair by the scalp and pulled you up toward his face as he growled in your ear. “If you fucking move, or try to touch yourself, I swear you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You could feel your tight hole already soak at the thought of that. You could feel yourself pulsing as you breathed heavily.

Ethan took his toned hand and gently pressed one finger against your already pulsating pussy. He then slid it down your slit and felt the wetness between your folds.

“Fuck. Aren’t you just a sweet dumb thing. Already wet by my words? Or are you thinking about what i’ll do to you next?“

You couldn’t even speak as he kept your hair in between his knuckles and kept sliding his index finger up and down your slit.

“Answer me.” He then slapped your pussy, causing you to jolt and bite your lip, holding in a moan.

“Y-Your words Eth’…”

Ethan grinned as he slowly shoved his index finger into your tight pussy.

“Such a good cumdump.”

You tightened around his index finger already as he shoved his middle finger in as well.

He gave no warning as he suddenly sped up and started fingerfucking you. You wailed out as he rammed his fingers in and out of you making your body arch and squirm as you could do nothing but hold onto the bedsheets. The way he would drill his fingers in and out would make you go insane. He then grabbed you by your face and squeezed your cheeks.

Your eyes glimmered as it signified pleasure and you, already fucked out, rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

“F-Fuck…fuck…fuck..!!”

Ethan grinned at you and shoved his two fingers into your mouth, still keeping a tight grip on your face meanwhile darting his fingers in and out of your tight and gushy pussy, constantly hitting the spots that made you jolt and yelp the most.

His index and middle fingers went deep into your mouth that it hit the back of your uvula, making you slightly gag and choke on them as tears already formed in your eyes, ruining your mascara.

You were now like a piece of artwork to him. He was so satisfied with what he created out of you. He was so captivated by your beauty that he couldn’t help but just force your mouth further open just to spit in your mouth. He then forced it shut, signaling for you to swallow it.

Ethan then slapped your face and grabbed your hair again, facing your head down towards the mess that he was making and made you watch as he jackhammered his fingers in and out of you, watching you lift your lower body from the mattress.

“Oh fuuuckkk…Ethan! M’gonna-“

“That’s right. Go ahead, whore.”

He continued to hit your spots at full speed as your wetness flew all over the bed and even onto the floor.

You wailed out as you felt your orgasm wash over you, making your body shiver and twitch. Ethan watched as you squirted all over his hand and the bedsheets.

He smirked at the sight of you squirting all over him then unbuckled his pants, pulling down his zipper and then revealing his boxers. Ethan then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his very toned abs and you could feel yourself getting turned on by the sight of his very well built body.

You continued staring at him as he pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard, twitching cock. He then smacked your ass, signaling you to turn over onto your stomach. You looked up at him, doe-eyed as you nodded and followed his exact commands.

He then grabbed your face again, forcing you to make eye contact with him with your head faced upwards as he towered over you again.

“God, you’re so pretty.”

You blushed at his comment before he forced yourself to arch against him. You were about to lift your head up until he pushed your head down into the mattress.

He then gave no warning as he completely shoved himself inside of you causing you to whine out in pain and pleasure. Your feet curled as you could feel his tip graze against your cervix.

He then thrusted himself in and out as he pulled your hair, forcing your face down into the pillow, completely ruining your makeup as it stained the bedsheets. Your moans were so pornographic and loud that anyone could hear next door, but it didn’t matter because all this heart racing pleasure is what kept you from thinking about anything else.

“Think all those other guys can fuck you like me? Make you squirt and cry like me? Hell no.”

You loved being his. And he loved being yours.

He then pulled out to flip you on your back again as he pulled you by your ankle towards him to line up his cock on your dripping slit. Examining your wet cunt, he then spat on it, making you gasp and your pussy twitch at the sight of it.

“Such a pretty sight from such a pretty cumdump.” He marveled at your glistening cunt.

You lightly giggled at his comment before he practically folded you in half and shoved himself deep inside of you again. Your mouth was agape as he began thrusting in you again.

You could feel and hear the slamming of his hips as it echoed throughout the room.

“M’ gonna fill you up so good, princess. And I want you to look directly at me when I do it.”

You struggled to even reply to him so all you could do was nod. Your poor pussy was already bruised by the time he began shoving himself in you that you couldn’t help but cry and squeal out in pain and pleasure.

He then took you by your throat as he started wrapping his hand around it, squeezing as you gasped for air. he then took his other hand and shoved it in the back of your throat, making you gag again and watching your tears flow out again.

It wasn’t until he leaned in and kissed you so sloppily that all you could feel is his tongue swirling around your mouth and trying to slide it’s way to your uvula, that you felt yourself tighten more and more around him that you were practically milking him. You both moaned into each other’s mouths before he pulled away, your tongue sticking out as lines of saliva connected your mouths.

You looked so gorgeous. Having your insides fucked like he absolutely hated you, and you just taking it like a good girl.

He continued choking you as you grabbed onto the bedsheets, feeling a sort of coil in your stomach.

“Oh- Mmmff!! I’m gunna cum!!”

Ethan only went faster after your words and continued drilling himself into your cervix as he grabbed your face one last time.

“Do it. But don’t take your pretty eyes off of me. I wanna watch you, my bunny.”

“M-Mhm!! S-Shit…!”

You nodded and let out more moans and whimpers as he continued to thrust in and out as the squelching noises of your fucking filled the room.

“Ohhhh!! Ethannnn!!!”

You let out a few more wails of pleasure as you kept eye contact with Ethan before you felt your orgasm unravel again and the feeling of cum gushing out of your pussy onto his cock ran through your body as it convulsed and shivered.

Just a few more thrusts later, Ethan then released his hot and thick load inside of your womb, filling it to the brim. He kept himself deep inside you so that almost none of it would fall out. He groaned out and slightly whimpered at the overwhelming pleasure of your tight cunt cumming all over his fat cock mixed with his orgasm.

You both were now panting messes. Ethan then looked down at your completely fucked out face as it was stained with makeup and mascara. He smiled and gently kissed your forehead.

He then lifted himself off of you, picking up his boxers and putting them back on. He noticed you were practically unresponsive to him, so he picked you up off the bed and carried you bridal style to the bathroom. He set you down on the cold sink, causing you to shiver as he started up a bath for you. He waited until the water was warm and filled the tub before he carried you and gently sat you inside.

He was now bathing your entire body and helping you clean up your face. You gazed lovingly at your boyfriend as he did all of this, meanwhile he was complimenting you.

“You did so well today, bunny. You’re my perfect girl.”

Your heart fluttered at his comments. He really was the man you loved and wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

After your bath, he helped dry you up and then carried you back to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around your body. Watching him rummage around your clothes, you twirled your hair and gazed at his back muscles. Ethan then came back with panties and one of his shirts for you to wear. He slipped it onto you and smiled as it draped over your body.

Ethan then crawled onto the bed next to you, waiting for you to rest your head on his chest. Once you did, you were quick to fall asleep on it, listening to his heartbeat as he toyed with your hair.

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octuscle · 2 months

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Hey there! I'm having a debate with my roommate and wondering if you can help settle it. He says that if you gave someone the body of a jock, without any mental changes, they'll eventually start acting like a jock anyway. I don't think that's true. Just because you have muscles and look like a jock doesn't mean you'll start acting like one, right? We were thinking of trying to set up an experiment for our honor's thesis and wanted your input, thanks!

Are you really sure you want to go through with it? We are happy to do it. I'll create a preset for you that only changes your body. But really. 1.90 m tall. 140 kg of pure muscle mass. But everything else stays the same. To be honest, you don't look like you're ready for it. But it's up to you. I can only recommend that you are in a safe and, above all, unobserved place when you activate the preset.

You take a deep breath. You stand naked in the middle of your room. Next to you, you have laid out a pair of tracksuit bottoms, a tank top, a jockstrap, a pair of socks and a pair of sneakers. You can only hope that the clothes will fit your new self. 3. 2. 1. enter!

Wow! Holy shit! Now that was quick and without a transition. You look down at the floor from a slightly greater height. And when you look down, all you see are pecs. Fucking huge pecs. You need a mirror. Phew! Very slowly! The new body works a little differently than the old one… Your center of gravity is much higher up. You stand in front of the mirror. This no longer has anything to do with you. It's more Greek demigod than human. Your cock is getting hard. A huge cock that fits this huge body. You never wank. Especially not in the middle of your room. But now you have to. Not for long. And a huge load lands on the mirror and the floor. Yes, I've changed a few details apart from the height and muscle mass. You've already noticed one thing. You'll notice the others too.

You're convinced that the new body won't change anything. So you act as you always have. First of all, you clean up the mess. You are manically clean and tidy. Then you put on your clothes. The shoes are a bit tight, but otherwise everything fits pretty well. So off you go to the library. After all, your honors thesis isn't going to write itself.

Iris and Rita at the information desk didn't recognize you when you greeted them. They looked at you as if you were an alien when you wished them a good morning. You sat down at your regular place in the library. You like routines. You started working on your thesis outline when Vincent came over. Vincent always sits three tables behind you. Nice guy, similarly obsessive as you. He clears his throat and says that you can't sit here, the seat is taken. Actually, you should have said something along the lines of "Vincent, don't you recognize me, it's me!". But somehow you can't help it. You have to try it out. You cross your muscular arms behind your head, look deep into his eyes and just ask who cares. Vincent retreats like a beaten dog. Three minutes later, you have a WhatsApp message: "There's some stupid musclehead sitting in your seat!" You reply that it's okay, you're not on campus for a few days for empirical studies anyway.

But you're not as productive as usual. Your new body is keeping you busier than you thought. It feels so good to tense your muscles. Your hard cock is constantly leaking precum and is always half stiff. Shit, after an hour you have to jerk off. Fuck, you make quite a mess in the toilet. You try to clean everything up with toilet paper. When you come out of the stall, a student is standing at the urinal, looking at you and wanking. Get out of here quickly, you think to yourself.

The incident is definitely worth recording. After all, you've never experienced this before. But it was hot. As you type out your thoughts, your stomach begins to growl. So loud that Vicent hisses "Pssst". It's actually too early for lunch. But the canteen is about to open. So you're one of the first in the queue. You can hardly wait. And you heap heaps of food onto your tray. You're so hungry.

The weather is good, you sit down at a table in the sun and, ignoring all the table manners, you wolf down your food. Suddenly you hear a voice shouting "Hey, guys, there are empty seats here with the big boy!" You look up. A couple of idiots from the football team are standing at your table. "Dude, okay if we join you?" asks one of the guys, who seems to be some kind of leader. "Sure thing," you say with your mouth full, spitting a bit of your chicken across the table. "Cool," he replies, giving you a fist bump, which you return somewhat hesitantly and also a little awkwardly. And before you know it, you're sitting in a cloud of sweat, testosterone and stupid comments.

You start talking to the boys more for scientific reasons. They ask if you're Fresman because they've never seen you before. You say that you're actually studying somewhere else, but you're here to work on your Honor's thesis. The leader spits his Coke across the table. "Fuck, dude! You already have a degree? In what? Lifting iron?" Everyone laughs. Very loudly. You too. It's actually really funny with the boys…

The boys go to the gym after lunch. I wonder if you're coming too. You don't even think about it. You just say that you haven't got anything to change into. Everyone laughs and asks if anyone is interested. So you go along. It's a field study, you think to yourself. You're observing everything very closely. You don't want to attract negative attention. The processes seem very simple. You copy what you see the boys doing. You even enjoy it. You work up a sweat. You forget the time. The others are gone at some point. You're still here. You look in the mirror. Your long, sweaty hair falls across your forehead. Your friends all have much shorter hair. It's also more practical when working out. You look at your watch. Shit!!!!! You have to get your stuff from the library before it closes. Trevor, sitting at the information desk, doesn't recognize you either. It's already very empty when you pack up your things. Vincent is still there, mumbling something about how antisocial it is to occupy a space you're not using. You don't know why you're doing this now. But you go to him very slowly. You press his face into your armpit. And say that you had more important things to do. Shit, Vincent is seriously licking the sweat out of your armpit hair now? Pathetic little fucker, your new friends would say now. You're far too surprised. By you. By him. Slightly disturbed, you go home. You throw yourself on your bed and think about your first day as a jock. You fall asleep.

You are actually a person who is always well prepared. But you are amazed at how little you have prepared for this experiment. You have a combination to wear. It's still sweaty after yesterday's workout. But you don't have anything else. So this morning you're not going to the library, but to the paint shop. Shopping. A pair of sweatshorts, a few tank tops, socks and jockstraps, sneakers. A bit of compression gear for training. You pass a barbershop. There are a couple of guys inside who are obviously no strangers to the gym either. Fuck it, you think. Down with the long hair!

You haven't been in the library this late in a long time. Vincent has blocked your seat for you. With a few protein bars. Cute! He winks at you when you come in. You raise your arm and smell your armpit. Shit, you haven't showered! Fuck… Well, maybe the little prick will like that even more…

By lunchtime with the boys, you at least want to have logged yesterday and this morning. And you're looking for some literature on the connection between mind and body. Most of it is ancient. Nothing has been published on the subject for a long time. And if there is, it's more about the effect of the state of mind on the body. Less often on the effect of the body on the state of mind. That's obvious, because normally a genius like you doesn't acquire a body overnight…

The lunch break with the boys was cool. The guys are just very chilled, you like that. No highbrow topics. Just sport, fucking and partying. Unfortunately, a lot of football too. You have no idea about that. After lunch, the boys want to throw some balls on the lawn. You have to go to a colloquium later. And Luke said that you should finally replace those nerdy glasses with contact lenses. The visit to the optician was a good excuse not to embarrass yourself at football.

A whole day without going to the gym sucks! That's why you got up early today. You didn't do your thesis assignments yesterday, nor did you get your muscles burning. That has to change. Shit, you're still struggling with your contact lenses. But it looks a thousand times better. You're screaming alpha with every trained muscle fiber. And that's great! You almost feel at home in the gym. And nobody questions your position. In the library, Vincent provides you with everything you need. He fetches books for you and takes them away again. He has also already offered to help you with your work. What a loser! You don't need to order anything in the canteen after just two days. Your extra large portion of extra protein-rich food is prepared especially for you. Twice. You come once when the canteen opens. And once just before it closes. Your body is a machine. And this machine needs fuel. Lots of fuel.

You sit in the library and document the developments of the last few days. It really is only a few days. Reading through the last few lines almost makes you nauseous. Has your body replaced your mind so quickly? You need to get a grip on yourself. You did your Master's with distinction. You're working on your honor's thesis. You have a chance of getting a professorship at your old college. And you suddenly prefer to spend more time in the gym or with the airheads on the football team? You make a plan. Two hours of gym in the morning, two hours break with the bros at lunchtime, two hours of gym in the evening. And in between, focus on your thesis and your studies. It shouldn't be that difficult. You're an intelligent and disciplined man. So let's get going!

You have made every effort. And you actually come to the conclusion in your thesis that the body of a jock does not automatically lead to the mind of a stupid, arrogant and superficial jock. You have fun with both. Training in the gym and hanging out with the bros. And working scientifically and researching the human psyche. But in a lecture you realize that it's not you who changes, it's your environment that changes you. Since you got this body three weeks ago, no one has spoken to you about your studies. Vincent, who you thought was intellectual through and through, just wants you to let him lick your armpits in the evening. Your bros didn't even ask you what you were studying. And then the day comes when you attend your doctoral supervisor's lecture. Since your transformation, you've only spoken or written on the phone. You sit in the front row. You appreciate your doctoral supervisor for his liberal political views, his rhetorical skills and his incredible knowledge. At the end of his lecture, he looks at you. And asks if the young man, who unfortunately was unable to dress appropriately, understood a word of what he had just said. He assumes you were mistaken in the lecture hall. But if you invest your energy in your biceps and not your brain, that's to be expected.

First you think about whether you are saying anything particularly intelligent. To express your indignation at his insolence. To justify yourself. But then you think about what has been really fun in the last few weeks. And who you really had fun with. And you answer "Nah, professor dude! Dat wuz alot of words n stff u sed. I dnt thnk I need all dat for my degree as a personal trainer. wdut, bro?" You make your pecs dance. The lecture hall laughs. You stand up. Fuck the honor's thesis!

You started studying sports economics again. You also work as a trainer in a fitness studio. And you have a pretty successful YouTube fitness channel. You recently received a call from your old doctoral supervisor. He read through the draft of your honor's thesis again. It was all very promising. Why did you drop out? You say that you obviously have to choose between brains and brawn at some point. And you're grateful to him for helping you decide. And with that you hang up.

#male tf #muscle tf #chronivac #inked man #ai image #tank top

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hell is no place for a human | yandere!stolas

ship/pairing: yandere!stolas x human!g/n!reader

request: anon: Can I request a yandere stolas with a human reader trying to escape?

warnings: kidnapping, unwanted touching (nonsexual), crying, handcuffs

fandom: Helluva Boss

word count: 1143

A/N: Stolas is canonically gay so fem reader's DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

You had come up with the perfect plan. Just follow the plan and you'd finally be free of the sharp talons Stolas constantly had digging into your shoulder. Unfortunately, the plan required you to be away from Stolas. Which you'd found to be nearly impossible. The demon prince was incredibly clingy, and seemed to always need to be with you. It was no use getting help either, as Stolas had ordered every guard to immediately return you to him if you ever tried to escape. He treated the imps decently, so you doubted they'd jump at the opportunity to defy him. So maybe your plan wasn't so perfect after all. But after that realisation, you added some extra steps to the plan in order to get Stolas away from you.

You were sat in Stolas’s lap as he cuddled you on his couch, trying not to shake in anticipation.

He was talking about something you weren’t paying attention to, until you cleared your throat, “Stolas, I need to go to the bathroom.”

He paused his rant for a moment, quickly sitting up, picking you and changing your position so you were sat in his lap facing him.

”Is everything ok darling?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. He would act like the world was ending if you had a stomach ache. “Yes, I’m fine, I just need the bathroom.”

He nodded, seemingly relieved you weren’t sick, and he called out to one of the imps standing guard, “Escort them.” He ordered, setting you off his lap and onto the floor. He cupped your face and placed a kiss on your cheek, an action you had to hide your disgusted expression over.

You were promptly escorted to the bathroom - something you weren’t happy about - and locked the door behind you, immediately searching through the drawers. Eventually, you found a sharp enough object you could use, gripping it tight in your hand before you opened the bathroom door.

The imp guard stared at you with an unreadable expression, seemingly unfazed by you holding a weapon to him. You took a step back, “Don’t say a word to Stolas. Please.” you breathed out, before sprinting off through the halls of Stolas’s palace.

You knew your words would have no effect on the imp, who was probably already off to inform Stolas about you running away. All you could do was run.

Your legs burned as you sped through the palace halls, anxiety plaguing your mind with every second you were out of the palace. You had no idea what you’d do once you were free. Hell definitely wasn’t safe for a human, Stolas never failed to let you know that day after day. You didn’t want to think about what might happen to you if you got out, but you also couldn’t bear to think of what would happen if Stolas caught you. He put up a sweet, loving front, but you knew he’d have to get angry at something as bad as this. You just didn’t know how angry…

While running, you heard a loud, demonic screech, followed by loud crashing noises. Your pace instantly sped up, fear fueling you. You were so close, the pounding footsteps behind you making you sprint even faster. You turned a corner, almost able to see the palace doors, when a large claw gripped your shoulder tightly, roughly throwing you to the ground. You craned your neck to look behind you, eyes widened in fear as you met Stolas’s multiple burning red eyes. Despite his bigger and darker appearance, you knew it was Stolas. Breathless, you coughed, trying to lift yourself up with shaky hands, only for you to fall back down. You shook in fear as you heard footsteps nearing you. A soft, firm hand touched your shoulder, a big contrast from the previous violent scene.

”My love, are you hurt?” You flinched at Stolas’s voice, unnerved by how calm his voice was. He held your hand gently, helping you sit up, and you saw Stolas back to normal.

You stayed silent, attempting to read his concerned face to find any anger that might let you know if you were in danger. If he was angry to the point he might hurt you, he was hiding it extremely well.

He sighed, effortlessly picking you up and beginning to carry you. He stayed silent for the entire walk back to your shared room, which had you extremely on edge.

You didn’t even know how scared you were until you realised you were physically shaking in his grip, before he placed you on the bed.

”Y/N,” it was silent for so long, that the sound made you flinch, “why did you try to leave?”

You were silent. Any truthful answer you gave would just upset him more, which was the last thing you wanted to do.

He sighed, gently but firmly grabbing your jaw and lifting your head so you were looking at him, “Answer me when I ask you something. Why did you try to leave?”

You couldn’t take it anymore, tears poured from your eyes and you shook under his cold gaze, “I-I’m sorry Stolas, I’m sorry, I-I-I-“

”Y/N,” his voice was so sweet, like honey, “look at me.” his hand moved from your jaw to cup your cheek, using his thumb to wipe your tears, “Breathe, just breathe.”

You found yourself doing as he said, taking deep breaths and eventually calming yourself down enough to have a conversation with Stolas.

”Y/N, I shouldn’t need to tell you why you can’t be running away and going outside, you hear it from me everyday.” He said, grabbing handcuffs from his desk drawer and walking back toward you, making you shrink back in fear.

”Stolas, I-“

”But apparently, I do. Perhaps I overestimated your species. Perhaps I overestimated you. If you can’t listen to a simple instruction, it’s clear you’re in need of proper guidance. My guidance.” He took your arms, one at a time and handcuffed them to the bed frame. “My dear, you’re simply far too precious to be left unsupervised.” You swallowed nervously. If he thought constantly clinging to you and showering you with affection was leaving you unsupervised, you couldn’t imagine what he thought was the opposite. “And it appears I’ll have to be taking extra measures to keep you safe.”

You shook with fear, making the handcuffs rattle against the bed frame, "No- Stolas, what are you-"

"My dear, until I believe you've learnt your lesson, you will not be leaving this room."

"What?! Stolas you-"

"Y/N if you ever want to leave this room within the span of a month, I suggest you stay quiet."

You swallowed your words, immediately shrinking back. You'd never seen Stolas angry at you, and it wasn't something you wanted to keep seeing.

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eat-limes-bitches · 2 months

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Not Allowed To Die

PAIRING: Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: We never know how much time we have left and fate is a cruel mistress. We can only make the best of the time we have left.

WARNINGS: ANGST! Like omg so much angst not really a happy ending but it's not super sad either. Sad! Bucky, mentions of death, dying, tears

Word Count: 755

A/N: Would you like to be sad and or have your heart ripped out? Good. I was thinking about this the other day and it just felt like something so raw and real to talk about, especially since this is one of my greatest fears.

Enjoy! <3

It was around three am when Bucky woke up with a start. He heaved deep breaths into his lungs, physically willing his heart to slow down. He looked to his side and saw her still asleep, the moonlight drifting in through the window casting a halo on her hair as steady, strong, breaths fanned across her pillow. It was the sight of her next to him in their bed that allowed Bucky to finally catch his breath. He reached over with his flesh hand and traced her features with his finger, mapping every dip and curve, freckle and crease on her face, permanently ingraining her face into his mind.

His feather touches eventually woke her up. Her brows furrowed together as a sleepy “James?” left her lips. Her eyes fluttered open and landed on the man staring at her with worry and fear etched deep into his features.

“James? What’s wrong?” She mumbled as she started to sit herself up. Bucky stared at her for a moment before blurting out “You are not allowed to die before me.”

This surprised her. She sat up a little quicker and looked at him, “What?”

Taking a deep breath, Bucky repeated himself, “You are not allowed to die before me. You, just can’t.”

She let out a deep sigh as she leaned back against the headboard keeping her gaze trained on the man she loved.

“Now James,” She started, reaching for his hand, “What on Earth brought this up, my love?”

Bucky takes a shuddery breath, his throat suddenly becoming tight as he tries to speak.

“I- I just realized how fragile all of this is. I realized that I m-might lose you and that scares me. I’ve already lost so much, I don’t think I’d be able to handle losing you too.” He chokes out, tears starting to sting his eyes, threatening to spill.

“I can’t lose you. I- I have to go before you.”

Now her throat constricted, the thought of him leaving before she did was not a foreign thought to her, with his line of work, there is always a possibility that he won’t come back, but something about him making that statement when the world was silent weighed a little more on her.

“Well that’s n-not exactly fair is it?” She choked out as tears started rolling down her cheeks. Bucky reached over and cupped her face in his hand.

“I s’pose no darlin’” He murmured as his breath caught in his chest.

“B-but I just can’t lose you. I- I wouldn’t survive it” He choked on a sob as his admission hung in the air. Y/n sighs and gathers Bucky up in her arms, tears still streaming down her face.

“Baby, we can’t avoid it. It’s inevitable but I need you to promise me something ok?” She says softly, pulling away slightly so she can look Bucky in the eye.

“If I do die before you, don’t let that grief bury you alive, my love, ok?” Bucky opens his mouth to speak before she silences him.

“Take each day as it comes. And promise me, when the pain eases, you'll let yourself feel joy again.”

“But, you’re my everything darlin’,” Bucky sobbed, pulling her into his arms. She wound her arms around him, further deepening the embrace.

“And you are mine. But you know what my ma told me? Love doesn't end with death. It transforms into memories, moments that live on, even when the people in them are long gone.”

The pair sat in silence, content to just sit in one another's embrace before Y/n pulled away taking a deep breath.

“Now, as things sit, right here, right now, at this moment, I’m not going anywhere any time soon ok? We still have a lot of living to do, together, alright?” Bucky nodded.

“But I’m still afraid.” He whispered.

“And that’s ok, my love,” She whispered as a ghost of a smile danced across her features, “As long as we don’t let that fear cloud the beauty that surrounds us right now.”

Y/n laid back down, pulling Bucky down with her so that his head was resting on her chest where he could hear her heartbeat.

“We’re going to grow old together, and make lots of memories, so when the time comes, and one of us has to go, we have a lifetime of love behind us. And who knows,” She whispered, “Maybe, just maybe we will go hand in hand, and I’ll follow you into the dark.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky angst #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader angst #bucky x reader angst #bucky x you angst #bucky barnes x you angst

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Hello. I just found your blog. Seems I've been on a hunt for every blog I could find that writes for Bbangsaz. Anygays, do you write 6th member reader for NJ? And— also uhm.. gp! if that's okay?

ofccc! sorry for taking so long with the request.. school caught up with me right when i started writing this! :( i hope this is alright and that you enjoyy :3

6th member of newjeans 뉴진스 ⋆ ˚｡⋆

genre: smut, fluff pairing: bbangsaz x gp!reader

being the sixth member of newjeans means you always get special treatment from bbangsaz. hyein, danielle, and haerin think you're just close to the two oldest but they don't have a clue.

the first encounter with minji was totally unexpected, with you being in the kitchen. the ditto schedule only allowed two breaks during the work day, so you had to make the most out of your first break. watching your ramen steam, minji comes into the kitchen, standing next to you.

"minji? are you alright?" you ask, seeing her seductive glare. "mhm, i'm alright. but is it true?" she raises an eyebrow. "i-is what true?" "that you have a cock", minji whispers under her breath. you nod your head slowly, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"can i see it?" "not in the kitchen!" you yelp. she moves in front of you and gets on her knees. "it doesn't matter, nobody's going to see!" minji smirks before pulling down your shorts and boxers. "f-fuck, you're huge.." she gulps.

her large hands grip the base of your cock, licking her lips before she takes all of your tip into her mouth. "ah, fuck.." you moan, the concept of keeping quiet completely thrown out the window.

the only sounds audible from minji were her gags and whimpers, attempting to deep throat you. your hands start to form a makeshift ponytail into her hair while she strokes the rest of your cock that she can't reach with her mouth.

you thrust your hips into her mouth, causing her to gag even more than before. minji's attempt to spew out curses is denied, instead coming out as a bunch of jumbled words. "shit, minji.. i'm close." you blurt out. the rope in your stomach is at its climax, almost ready to burst.

suddenly, minji removes you from her mouth, letting go with a "pop!" noise. you and her both catch your breath for a few seconds. before you could break the silence, she winks at you and leaves the kitchen. at this point, your ramen was definitely cold.

the second encounter was not as foreign as the first one. you 6 were practicing the "eta" choreo. but, hanni kept messing up on one of the harder moves. the dance instructor did not enjoy this though.

hanni's scoldings became more and more intense, eventually bringing her to tears. she doesn't want the younger members to see her break down, so she excuses herself to the bathroom.

after a few minutes of break, you decide to check up on hanni. the door was closed upon your arrival, so you knock softly. "hey, are you alright? hanni?" you ask. she sniffles before answering, "yeah.. i'm alright. uh- you can come in.." hanni opens the door before pulling you by your shirt into the restroom.

"do you need a hug?" you question. hanni doesn't answer, but instead pulls you into a tight hug. the embracement lasts for a while until you feel a hand squeeze through your pants.

"you want to make me feel better right? then let me ride you." her soft, sad expression shifts into a flirty smirk. hanni pulls down your pants and boxers in one go before taking off her own bottoms.

"but, where would i sit?" you raise an internal eyebrow. her head turns to the toilet seat, with you getting her hint in record time. since your bottom half was already naked, the second you sat on the chilly toilet seat was when hanni jumped into your lap.

hanni wraps her short arms around your shoulders, forcefully stuffing your cock into her. even if she had no time to adjust to your length, she wanted all of you, and she was going to get it.

her hips rock back and forth aggressively, the only thing that you can do in this moment was whimper, wishing for hanni to slow down. your whimpers become muffled as she covers your mouth with her hand.

"shh, do you want someone to catch us?" your head shakes left and right, signaling that your answer was a no. "alright then, stop being such a whiny whore." hanni rolls her eyes as soon as she finishes her sentence.

your poor eyes were on the brink of tears as you feel hanni's gummy walls clench around your cock. in a matter of a few seconds, she lets out a yelp as she climaxes with you still in her. your pull out was weak this time, hanni just felt too good for you to come out.

loud knocking from the other side of the door intensifies by the second. "hello? y/n? hanni? you've been in there for a while." you both turn your heads to face each other after looking at the door.

"oh- we're coming out right now! sorry." you say after catching your breath.

#newjeans #newjeans minji #newjeans hanni #hanni pham #hanni #nwjns #kim minji #minji #minji smut #minji x reader #minji imagines #hanni imagines #hanni x reader #hanni smut

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You Never Fail To Satisfy(Nanami Kento x FemDom!Reader)

warnings: smut, use of the word mistress, slight cock torture, blink-and-you'll-miss-it pet play, femdom, biting, slight choking, bondage, general lewd themes pairings: Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Dom!Reader word count: 1k summary: Kento comes home tired, but you want to show him who's boss a/n: this is my last braincell hard at work! I dedicate this to @benkeibear and @kenpachisbrat as without the conversation we had, I wouldn't have thought up this delicious masterpiece.

Kento stumbles into the house, his shoulders slumped. It’s been a long day, and all he wants to do is come home to his pretty lover and relax. But the minute he walks into the bedroom, he can tell things aren’t going to go his way.

“Mmm there’s my big, strong lover. My hardworking salaryman,” you coo from your position on the bed.

Kento’s eyes bulge when he sees just how you're dressed. You’re wearing just one of his button-up shirts, the first few buttons aren’t even fastened. You beckon him closer, and Kento knows better than to refuse.

“Sit on the bed, baby.”

It’s not a suggestion, it’s not a question. It’s a demand and Kento knows better than to defy you right now. He knows what kind of mood you’re in, so he’s going to comply. He sits on the bed, his stress beginning to melt away bit by bit.

“That’s my good boy,” you whisper in his ear. You position yourself behind him, your legs at his sides as you begin to massage his shoulders. Despite the comfort and softness, he knows there’s more at play.

Your hands begin to caress downward, rubbing his chest and neck before your fingers attack his tie. You loosen it, pulling it down from its place on his neck. Then with deft hands, you pull the tie behind him and you begin to fasten it to one of his wrists. He groans softly as you tighten the tie, then you pull the other wrist over so you can tie them together. You tug on the knot to make sure it’s keeping his hands together.

“Now, isn’t this just so perfect? Are you ready?”

Kento swallows hard. “Y-yes…”

You smirk to yourself. He gets all shy whenever you dominate him like this, but only because it turns him on so much. He’s already rock hard in his pants, You then straddle his lap, pushing your breasts in his face.

“You been missin’ me, huh?” You ask him, tugging on that beautiful blond hair.

His eyes are glazed over with lust already, “Y-yes, missed you so much…”

You tug even harder on his hair, “Ah, ah, ah…you gotta use the proper term with me.”

Kento groans, his eyes rolling back as you continue to pull on his hair. His cock twitches in his dress pants, straining against the expensive fabric. Another harsh tug on his hair causes him to buck his hips involuntarily.

“What is it, baby? You need me to take care of you? I need you to use the words.”

Kento whimpers, “P-please mistress. I need you…”

You chuckle darkly, “Oh, sweet man…you’ll get off. Eventually.”

There’s a darkness in his eyes that he’s seen before. It’s driving him crazy that he can’t touch you. His senses are overwhelmed with the scent of you and the feeling of your nails raking against his scalp. You tug on his hair once more, then you press your lips down upon his.

“You’re already so hard, baby…” you reach down, squeezing his cock through his pants.

He whimpers, and a string of curses fall from his lips as you continue to palm him and squeeze him. His cock is throbbing in his pants, a stain beginning to form from all the precum leaking out. You continue to tease him, squeezing and rubbing him. He’s twitching and throbbing, his whole body shuddering as you don’t let up.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you cum?”

His head falls back and he’s pleading with you. You give his cock a hard squeeze, making him grunt. His balls feel tight already. Then you pull your hand away from him completely.

“Baby,” you warn him. “I need an answer when I ask a question.”

Your hand comes up to his throat, not putting enough pressure to block the airways, but just enough to let him know you’re being serious right now. His eyes widen a little bit, and his voice comes out a bit strained.

“I wanna cum, mistress. Please mistress, I’ve been good. Lemme cum please? Then I’ll lick your pussy really good.”

This makes you remove your hand from his throat, sliding down to the button-up shirt he’s wearing presently. Your fingers undo the buttons slowly. You’re teasing him again, but he’s being so good for you, so you know he needs a reward.

Shivers run down his spine as your nails rake up and down his chest once it's exposed to you. On his cheeks is a cute, rosy tinge. You begin to play with the light-colored chest hair that’s sprinkled on his broad chest. Then one of your hands pulls on his hair to pull back his head, exposing more of his neck to you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” you murmur against his skin. Kento squirms as you press delicate kisses to his throat.

Then he shudders when your teeth graze his Adam's apple. Your eyes flicker up to his, making sure he’s still enjoying every moment of this. You begin to nip and suck on the sensitive parts of his neck, then you move down to his collarbone. He inhales sharply when you nibble on his pec.

“Awhh what is it? You love it when your pretty lover showers you in affection?” You ask him.

His eyes roll back as you suck on his pert nipple. He’s been so good so far, you almost feel bad about teasing him like this, but it’s been so much fun for you. Then you look back into his eyes.

“Ken, honey…remember what I said about wanting an answer.” You lightly tap on his cheek. Your heart melts when he nuzzles his face in your palm.

“I’m sorry mistress, I’m just…I need to cum,”

You make a big show of considering it before your hands begin to work on his belt and zipper. When his cock is freed from the confines of his boxer briefs, he’s panting and whimpering like a little puppy.

You flick the leaking head, making him whine so pathetically. He’s been pent up since he’s been home. Maybe even before that. His head falls back as you slowly begin stroking just the head of his cock.

“If you can last five minutes of me stroking your cock without cumming,” you whisper in his ear. “Then I promise to let you cum in my pussy.”

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luveline · 8 months

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Hi Jade! If you feel up to it, could I request steve zombieau and perhaps while reader and steve are on the road maybe she takes care of him for once when he feels ill? Love this series so much ❤️

thank you for your request gorgeous!!! steve zombie!au. fem!reader, 1.3k

cw throwing up/ vomiting

Steve thinks you're awesome even when you piss him off, and you piss him off often (though if it's really your fault is up for debate). He likes your smile, your hands, the way you whisper when the sun goes down even if there's nobody around to hear you but him. He likes how you tie your shoelaces, how you cut open a can, hell, he even likes the way you breathe. Asleep at night, your snoring.

He's starting to think he likes everything about you. Which is confusing, because a couple of months ago he would wish from time to time that you never met. If he didn't know you, maybe he could leave you behind. If you weren't so endearing, right from the start, he could've left you at Hawkins High and biked across Indiana. He might've been able to catch up with Robin.

It only took a couple of days of knowing you to realise that wasn't a fair thing to think about. Plus, you saved his life. Steve was never going to leave you behind. So you're permanent, and you're awesome, and Steve hadn't realised until now that among those things, you're a good friend to him.

"Do you think you're done?" you're asking softly, crouched in a dusty room with him and paying no mind to the vomit puddle at your feet. "We can go sit somewhere else."

Steve fell to his knees unthinking when the first wave of nausea wracked him. It was the painful twist of guts that you're both nearly, horrifyingly, used to these days. Food poisoning.

He shakes his head, hands trembling, mouth hot. "Don't think so."

"You want me to get your drink out of your bag?"

"Waste. I'll just throw it back up."

"It'll make your throat feel better in the meantime."

You rub his shoulder through his coat, an action that should be useless but in actuality is quite comforting. Steve wonders if he'd have thought to rub your back if it were you throwing up.

Steve nods once, tight, hating that he needs things. You nod back and dig through your bag for your canteen. He wants to point out the lie, and argue that he'll waste his own water on feeling better and not yours, but the nausea rears and he has to curl his hand into something as he heaves.

His hair is just long enough to need holding out of his face. You stroke it away from his mouth and wait with him, seemingly unbothered by his vomiting. It gets on your shoes and you still don't care, you just hum sympathetically, carding hair behind his ears. "You should listen to yourself more often, Steve, you said those spaghetti shapes tasted weird."

"I thought maybe they tasted strange because I'm not five anymore," he says hoarsely.

You laugh and hug his shoulders. "Poor guy," you say near his ear, your fondness a warming thing as you press your face to the side of his head. You squeeze him gently. "Does this make you feel better at all, or am I making it worse?"

"Better." He closes his eyes, hands on his knees. "Definitely better."

You hug him for a while. Faces squished together, your arms around him. Eventually he puts a hand on your thigh and slumps into you like a loser.

You move him away from his gross throw up pool and insist on staying in a different room. Food poisoning is just one of those things you've had to learn to live with when things get tough, scraping by and risking it on an empty stomach. There truthfully isn't much for Steve to even expel but his body found it, and for the rest of the day he feels drained.

You dote. Steve is a little surprised, he must look especially pathetic or something. You don't tease him for being grumpy or look after him with any feigned begrudgement, you just do it. You gather cushions for him and sit him down on a single bed (he refuses to sleep it off). You take his shoes and wash them with your own, sitting beside him when you're done, the two of you in your socks. He could pretend you were friends hanging out after work like he and Robin used to do, pyjama movie nights that left popcorn crumbs in his bed for days after.

He misses her, then. More than he can explain. It sucks any energy he had left out of him. He lays back in bed and let's you take care of him for a bit.

Hours later, when it's dark, and you've made the executive decision to seal the house and stay the night, you lay beside him with your neck skewed funny against the wall, pulling his arm to your stomach. He gets this crazy feeling like butterflies in his stomach that he puts down to lingering nausea.

"You feeling any better?" you ask, your hand smoothing up and down his arm as you talk. You, your hand begins to fall. Feeling, it strokes gently over his pulse. Any, your hand lightens, fingertips tracing his skin. Better, they climb the hill of his arm. You clasp the crook of his elbow in your hand like another hug.

"I feel fine."

"You can try and eat some of the emergency jerky before we sleep, okay? It'll be easy to keep down, even if you have to ruin your teeth chewing it."

He brushed vigorously after throwing up. The jerky will taste like mint. It honestly doesn't even matter to him, so long as you keep stroking his arm. "In a bit," he agrees.

"Okay… I'm sorry you're sick, Steve."

"Why are you sorry?" he asks, surprised.

"It's not nice seeing you sick. Like, it's gross seeing someone else throw up, but I don't like seeing you all mopey and sad."

"Now you know how I feel." He turns his head to yours. "You always have something wrong with you."

You look away from him. Steve didn't say it to embarrass you, he just meant that seeing you unwell and hurting so often hurts him, because he cares about you. The point was that he cares.

He lifts his head to remove one of his pillows. "Here. You'll mess up your neck."

"You'd have to do all my looking for me," you say sheepishly, lifting your head like he had to accept the pillow.

"You'd have a bad neck," he says. He hopes you get it. The problem wouldn't be having to do things for you; taking care of you isn't something he thinks about anymore, it's just another thing he does to survive.

You seem to understand, closing your eyes, curling so your face is a little closer to his, his arm still very much in your grasp. Steve thinks fuck it, fuck thinking, he's sick and tired and maybe you've been his friend this whole time. He turns on his side and put his arm over your chest in a half-hug.

"Did you put a chair in front of the door?" he asks, closing his eyes.

"Yeah, I did. Are we sleeping?"

Steve presses his face into your shoulder in answer. A nap will do you both good.

(You sleep for sixteen hours, the best either of you have slept for weeks.)

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hearts4chriss · 3 months

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Eyeblack.

Lacrosse bf Chris x gf poc

prompt: chris’s senior night for lacrosse and he looks so good you give him a lil 😛

Part 5

warnings: praise, head, dirty talk, use of pet names ( baby, good girl, mama ) orgasms, hair pulling, dom! Chris

there he was.

My man

My boyfriend

Christopher Sturniolo

looking fine as ever, god the way that his eye black dripped down his face or how he’d throw his helmet on the field after every goal he’d score and blow me kisses.

Watching play lacrosse got me insanely wet, he was so aggressive and focused. His hair poking out the bottom of his helmet and how’d he spit on the field. Oh and don’t get me started on how he gave me and his mom flowers for his pictures with his family and the ones with us. How Chris’s hand firmly gripped my waist pulling me right next to him kissing my cheek.

God I couldn’t wait till this game was over.

Desperate for him, was the word we could use. The way I knew he’d force his cock down my throat until I couldn’t take it anymore, him pulling my hair moaning and breathing heavily as I sucked him off like the good girl I was, just for him.

Time passed and eventually the game was over 5-2 we won.

I was sitting with Chris’s parents. Acting like I wasn’t about to have their son’s dick in my mouth.

“Honey what’d you think of his performance?” Marylou nudged me playfully and I smiled

“I thought Chris played amazing im so proud of him.” I smiled looking down at him as he we began to walk down the stairs of the stadium.

“Hey baby!” Chris said excitedly running to pull me into a hug despite how sweaty he was he looked so fucking good.

“You did so good babe.” I giggled rubbing the eyeblack that fell to fix it again and he smirked.

“Yeah? Maybe you should reward me for my performance.” He whispers in my ear just below a whisper causing wetness to pool between my legs thinking of all the things he’d do to me.

Chris, Nick Matt his parents and I all get in their van and make our way to my house to drop me off

“Thank you guys for-“ I was cut off by Chris also hopping out the car

“You guys don’t mind if I spend my big win with my girl right?” He asks innocently

“their def gonna fuck.” Matt and nick chuckle under their breath causing me to blush and my legs squeeze together

His parents clueless shake their heads and begin to drive off and that’s when it was going down.

“Shall we?” Chris smirks and I shake my head beginning to walk up the stairs unlocking my door. Unexpected my parents aren’t home.

We walk up to my room and I turn around to close my door, before I could even catch my breath Chris pushes me against it connecting my plump lips with his.

Chris’s hands wandered my body feeling under the mini skirt I wore for him squeezing my ass making my jaw dropped allowing his tongue to slither its way into my mouth, moaning and groaning into each others mouths desperately.

“Fuck I need you get on ur knees.” his breath heavy and desperate tone in his words. I do as says and pull his shorts down his cock hitting me right in the face.

“Sorry mama.” He caressed my cheek

“It’s okay.” I say softly chuckling at how fucking hard he was

“You gonna suck me off like a good girl? praise me for win hm?” Chris teased and I nodded and he gripped my hair

“We use our words sweetheart.” He demanded

“Yes I am, like a good girl.” I winced and he softened his grip before forcing me to take all of his dick in my mouth making my eyes widen and tears immediately fill them from how big he is.

“Oh fuck- shitt- so fucking good-“ he moans, making sure not to pull my braids too tight but just enough to get a good grip to force my mouth taking all of him like it was nothing

I peak up at him through my lashes with innocent eyes and he throws his head and moans at the sight of me looking up at him like a innocent puppy

“Mmph- that’s a good girl sucking me so good-“ Chris sighs deeply nearly shuttering at my lips around his cock taking him so well as I wrap my hand around him running it up and down him as he made me take him

Chris was big, massive even, he knew I could only take so much as he winced feeling my fingers dig into his thighs he smirks and chuckled.

“Too much? You can take it mama all of it-“ Chris pulls my hair slightly tighter as my mascara is running down my cheeks and salvia on my chin dripping down onto his jersey that I was wearing as I reminder I was his girl.

I continued gagging on his dick, forcing myself to keep going knowing eventually I’d give out or he’d cum soon.

It wasn’t long after that I’d felt him twitch in my throat.

“Fuckk baby I’m gonna cum- all in ur pretty mouth-“ he groans and forced my head to take him all the way fully without moving before feeling him release his thick load into my mouth some of it spilling onto onto my lips.

He breaths heavily before looking down at me kneeling down to my level.

“You okay?” He asks softly and slightly concerned before wiping off my tears with a towel.

“Yeah just- shit that was something-“ I chuckle tiredly.

“I know, ur so good to me baby.” He kisses my cheek and I smile

“Always baby, always.” I say smiling

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blondie20000 · 11 months

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Champion - Jack Grealish x Reader

Set after the UCL final.

Manchester City have won the Premier League.

Manchester City have won the FA Cup.

Manchester City have won the Champions League.

Manchester have completed the treble. They did it!

This event was historic not only have they become one of the clubs to complete the treble but also they have won the Champions League for the first time in the club's history.

It was an event that deserved to be celebrated.

When the final whistle went off Jack cried out with happiness. He collapsed on the ground and the tears flowed down his cheeks. His team mates came over and hugged him.

You felt your own tears fall as you watched Jack being interviewed shortly after.

"This is what I have worked for my whole life!" He said his voice cracking with emotion.

Once the interview was done you ran on to the pitch and went straight into Jack's arms. You hugged him, kissed him and congratulated him on the win. Jack couldn't speak instead he broke down in your arms and cried again. You rubbed his back and waited for him to get his emotions under control. Eventually Jack takes a deep breath and calms down.

"I can't believe we did it." He said with disbelief in his voice.

You brush his tears away with your thumb.

"I knew you would do it." You said with a nod. "I believed you I believed in all of you."

Jack presses his head against yours. You can feel his body trembling slightly against yours.

"God I..." Jack shakes his head. "I can't..."

"Shh."

You gently wrap your arm around him. You can see the tears forming in his eyes again. Jack is a sensitive soul, he gets emotional easily. You can still remember how nervous he was last night anxiously pacing up and down their room.

"What if I mess up? What if we lose cuz of me."

"Jack."

"I nearly cost us the FA Cup!"

You can still remember the look he gave you when he said that. The fear and guilt in his eyes was heartbreaking to look at. You assured him it wasn't his fault but Jack wouldn't let it go.

"If it wasn't for Gundo...Argh fuck!"

"Jack!"

You had be his rock last night. You had to give him the strength he so desperately needed.

Here now you had to be his rock again you knew in time Jack will break down again. You held on to him tight as you led him off the pitch. You took him somewhere private where he can compose himself and relax.

"I'm sorry." He shakes his head. "I must sound like a right wuss."

"Never." You kiss him on the cheek and run your fingers through his hair. "That's one thing you are not."

Jack blows out a sigh. He sits back and runs a hand down his face.

"Okay." He nods. "I think the water tank is empty now."

You laughed at that.

He brings his hand to your cheek and smiles.

"Thank you."

You smile back. Eventually you clear your throat.

"Shall we join the others?"

"Yeah we better they will wonder where we have gone."

"With you anything is possible." You chuckled.

"Hey I'm not that bad."

"Hmm." You tapped your chin and grinned.

Then laughter comes out of you as you run out of the room with Jack chasing you from behind.

.........

The Man City players all gathered around with their family and friends in the hotel to party all night long.

Jack stood on one of the tables with a beer in one hand and a microphone in the other.

"YOU'RE MY WONDER-WALL!" He sang loudly.

You chuckled. Jack was off key as usual. Despite singing terribly You enjoyed his performances. You loved the way his eyes lit up when the song came on, the way his smile grew as he reached the chorus and the way he threw his arms out as he hit the high notes the sight of it was both amusing and cute.

"Hey Y/N!" He reaches out towards You. "Come up here and sing with me."

You shook your head.

"I'm good."

Jack wouldn't let it go that easily. He leans forward slightly. He nearly fell of the table but Walker managed to grab him and pull him back up.

"Easy there mate." Walker said with amusement in his eyes.

"I wasn't going to fall." Jack waves his arms. "I had it all under control."

"Sure." Stones laughed as he sipped his beer.

"This one here is a menace." Haaland says as he gestures to your boyfriend.

"Ya think we are going to need some bodyguards for him. Make sure he stays out of trouble." Walker grinned.

"Well Haaland is tall enough." Stones nodded.

"And Walker is fast enough." Haaland grinned back.

"Ah sorry mate babysitting is not for me." Walker replied.

"I thought the job role was a bodyguard." You laughed.

"You did say that." Stones laughed along with you.

"They are the same." Walker argued.

"Hmm..." Everyone looked at each other. "...Na."

You and the footballers laughed. Meanwhile Jack carefully climbs off the table. He walks up to you with the microphone still in his hand.

"One song...Please?"

He gave you his best puppy eyes expression. You groaned. You could never say no to that face.

"Fine one song."

He smiles and takes your hand. Haaland helps you on the table. The song comes on. A cheesy song in fact. You again groaned but Jack happily puts his arm around you and begins to sing. You joined in with him. You both screamed when you reached the chorus. Everyone responded with a cheer and a clap as we finished the song.

Jack jumps off the table and opens his arms out to you.

"I won't let you fall." He promised you.

"I'll be here just in case." Stones joked as he joined his team mate.

You hesitated for a few moments. Then you said.

"Fuck it!"

You jump off the table. Jack catches you and spins you around. You squealed in delight as Jack went faster and faster. Seconds later he stops and gently puts you down. He then leans forward and kisses you on the lips.

That earned a few whistles from the players.

"Oi get a room you two!" Walker yelled.

You scoffed at that. Jack turns to his team mate and grins.

"I think I will."

...........

As soon as the door to your room was closed Jack immediately had his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately. The hunger he had for you all came pouring out into the kiss. You respond and kiss him back. Then you raise your hand and stop him.

"Wait." You gesture to his body. "Take off your shirt."

His lips tug upwards into a smirk.

"So we are playing that game huh?"

You smirked at him.

"It's a surprise."

He raises his eyebrow at that.

"Oh."

He removes his shirt.

"Now give it to me."

He tosses the shirt over to you.

"Wait here I'll just be a sec."

You go in the bathroom and close the door.

Jack sits on the bed and waits for you. A few minutes later you come out. When Jack's eyes go on you he gasps.

"You are wearing my shirt?"

You walk slowly over to him. You sway your hips in a seductive way.

"I am." You lean forward and whisper in his ear. "And I have nothing under it."

Jack held his breath as your words hit him.

"Now." You grin at him. "I want you to fuck me in the shirt you wore playing for your club the shirt you wore in the final. I want you to fuck me right here right now."

Something snapped in Jack then. He didn't need to be told twice.

You squealed as Jack grabs you by the waist and lies you down on the bed.

Shortly after Jack quickly removes the rest of his clothes and joins you on the bed. You open your legs out for him. A growl escapes Jack's throat as he eyes you up and down.

"Blue suits you." He says. He goes under the shirt and caresses your breasts. "Really really suits you."

"I know." You replied sounding smug.

Seconds later you gasp as Jack's tongue enters you. He licks you up and down. He sucks on your folds. His tongue rolls around your entrance all the way up to your thighs. He continued to do that until he reached the bottom of your belly.

"You taste so sweet." He kisses your belly button and smiles. "I can't get enough of it."

It wasn't long before Jack was back down there teasing you again.

"Fuck!" You cursed as he hit a sensitive spot.

That only encouraged him to push his tongue in even further. Each stroke sent a a jolt of electricity through you. You wanted to bring your legs in but Jack's board shoulders stopped you from doing that. So you bit your lip and shuddered as Jack fucked you with his tongue.

His wet tongue brushing against your warm sweaty skin made you groan and you found yourself begging for more.

"Argh Jack!"

But Jack declined your request. He removes his tongue and goes back on top of you again. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Now." He said his voice stern. "Turn over."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Turn over?"

"I want to see my name."

His eyes are darken and his hands are clenched tight. You saw sweat already starting to form on his brow. Right now Jack looked like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. You thought that was so fucking hot.

"Sure sweetie." You teased him.

You grin as you roll on to your back. Jack caresses your bum and your thighs. He teased your entrance as he kissed your neck. You then felt his fingers trailing along the letters on the back of the shirt.

"You know what this says?" He asks.

"I do." You answered.

"What does it say?"

"Grealish."

Jack presses himself against you.

"And what's my name?" He asked his voice husky.

"Jack Grealish."

"And what am I?" He asked his accent becoming more board and heavy. You almost lost control by it.

"Y/N?"

"A champion! " You said with a sharp intake of breath. "You are a champion! "

You can feel the smirk growing on his face.

"You are right I am a champion. Hearing those words from you... that sounded so fucking good!"

You can feel his dick pressing up against your ass now. He is hard.

You smirked at that.

"Say it again." He ordered.

"A champion."

He growled at that. The growl sent a wave of goosebumps through you.

Damm!

"You know what this champion is going to do? This champion is going to fuck you until you wouldn't be able to stand."

You tensed up at that. The feeling of excitement started to rise inside you.

Suddenly you gasp as he goes inside you. He completely stretched you and touched places you didn't even know existed from this angle.

"Good babe good." Jack nodded as he went further inside you.

At first Jack started off slow. Eventually he picks up the pace and starts to thrust you hard.

You grip the sheets as each thrust hits you. A series of curses come spilling from your lips. At one point you buried your head into the pillow to stop yourself from screaming but Jack wouldn't have that Jack wanted to hear those sounds from you.

"Nah uh." He shakes his head. "I want to hear you love I want to hear you scream my name."

Jack grabs you by the ponytail and lifts your head up. His hold is tight but it wasn't uncomfortable. He kisses your neck again and around your ear. His lips on your skin made you moan with pleasure. You strain your neck to give him better access.

"You like that?" He breathed in your ear.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Jack."

"Jack what?" He is smiling against your cheek. You roll your eyes and laugh.

"Jack...The champion. "

His smile turns into a cocky grin. He grabs on to your waist tight which you are sure is going to leave bruises later and he goes faster.

"JACK!" You screamed his name out loud.

"That's it love." His grin widens. "Just like that."

You increase your hold on the sheets. You held them so tight your knuckles started to turn white.

You can feel that familiar fire at the bottom of your belly. You knew you are close.

"J...Jack." You said through clenched teeth. "I need to...I need to...AHHHH!"

Your cry made him moan.

"Fuck Y\N!"

Hearing that from him made you shake. You are going to have it let it out soon you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Please." You begged him.

He strokes your back where the letters were and said.

"Go on babe."

You didn't need to be told twice. You cry out as you let it all out. Shortly after Jack followed. He then slumps against you and takes a shaky breath.

"Fuck." He muttered into your back.

Once Jack moves away you sigh and turn on to your side. Your legs are still trembling. Jack comes towards you and wraps you in his arms. You breathe in his scent and find yourself relaxing in his arms.

"That was amazing." Jack smiles at you. "Thanks for the idea Y\N."

You smile back at him.

"No problem...Hey Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"You know I'm proud of you right?"

He lifts his head to look at you.

"I know." He whispered.

Your smile widens.

"I will always be proud of you. My champion."

He grins at that.

"I am never going to get bored of that."

You laugh.

"I know."

He kisses your lips. His eyes shone with love.

"I love you Y/N."

You kiss him back.

"And I love you too Jack Grealish..."

You grin.

"...The champion."

The End

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nexysworld · 1 year

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Guardian Angel 🖤 Part 2 🖤

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Read Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | 4.1 | 4.2| 4.3

Chapter Summary: The search for truth begins on your part as you grapple with what happened, while Leon offers comfort. AKA Leon is our gaslighting King.

🖤Pairing: Yandere!Leon/Fem!Reader

🖤Tags (not all apply to all chapters): NSFW, Masturbation, Dubcon, Sex, Gaslighting, canon typical horror and gore descriptions, probably eventual kidnapping or kidnapping like behavior, use of pet names like bunny. Leon induces some PTSD like flashbacks on purpose, general things of that nature. Unwanted creampie, etc. Probably treat as dead dove. There is sexual content in this chapter.

Sorry this one was wayyyy longer than I expected it to be. We’re finally getting to the good stuff, so I wanted to use this chapter to set up the local for future ones. We’re definiiiiiiitely going to get to see the more directly psycho side of Leon after this. <3 As always this was inspired by @hxllfiredoll's amazing writing so you should go check out her Yandere!Leon fic too. ;)

You woke up a few hours later, your eyes crusty and sore. The clock on your nightstand read 12:04pm. So you slept until the afternoon, great. You willed yourself to sit up before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Leon was sitting next to you on the bed. So he did stay. Sighing, you looked over to the man who was flicking through his phone. He turned to meet your gaze with a soft smile. “Hey, you’re awake.” “Oh uh, yeah.” Speaking felt weird, your throat felt tight and sore. You still couldn’t get over the impending feeling that something was just simply wrong. The previous night had been so strange. Was it really all a bad dream? There was just no way.

“Are you feeling better?” “Yeah, I think I am.” The words didn’t come out as confident as you would have liked, but you didn’t want to steal anymore of his time than what was necessary. You strained the muscles in your face to force a smile. “Thanks for staying. Last night was really weird, I don’t normally have dreams like that.” “Don’t worry about it. Always happy to help, you know that.”

You averted your gaze. That strange feeling just would not go away, something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Your limbs feel heavy with anxiety. You didn’t want to be rude, but you really wanted to be alone now. “I don’t wanna sound like a jerk but . . .” “You want me to leave?” “Sorry. I just want to take a longer shower and get ready for work.” You gave him a nervous smile in return. “That’s okay, I understand. I’ll be next door if you need me.” “Thanks again for staying. I really appreciate it.” He waved you off as he got up to exit the room, you waited until you heard your front door open and close. You sat in your bed for a few more moments looking around the room expecting something to be out of place, expecting something to jump out at you, but everything was normal. Between the boyfriend situation and Leon being kind enough to have stayed with you, you felt a little guilty remembering the way you’d gotten off thinking of your neighbor the other night. You wiped the thought from your head, you didn’t have time for that now.

You picked up your phone again, muttering to yourself. “Let’s try this again.” You unlocked it and opened your text messages. Still there was no thread with Derek. You tried his number again. Still disconnected. Social media? Still nothing. Unlike the previous night, instead of panicking again you rubbed soothing circles into your temples as you let you take in a few deep breaths. An idea occurred to you, you began opening your messages with your friends and family, group chats, DMs, anything you could. Surely you’ve spoken with someone about him. “Oh what the actual fuck.” All messages from any more than two weeks ago were gone, on all platforms. No mention of Derek. You chucked the phone in frustration before throwing your legs over the bed and making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up and think about what to do next. You settled on seeing if maybe you could locate someone else who knew Derek, just one person to confirm you weren’t crazy.

Once you were showered and dressed in fresh clothes, you picked your phone up off the ground and sent a quick text to your boss, calling out for the day. Stuffing the phone in your pocket you exited your apartment with determination, a mission. You would find someone who knew Derek, you would prove you’re not crazy. I got this! Unfortunately for you, the government had ways of making people forget, making people comply. A lesson you would learn the hard way.

The first place you stopped was Derek’s job. He worked at some upscale cafe whose name you couldn’t pronounce. You’d never been there before, but you remember joking with him that a coffee shouldn’t cost almost ten dollars, when he’d brought a menu home once. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” “I said we’ve never had a Derek Shultz work here ma’am.”

“What? That’s not possible – forget it.” You left, feeling your stomach drop. Ok, maybe he lied about his job. You never actually went to the place before. You thought in an ill-attempted way of trying to calm yourself down. You tried his friends next. They scoffed at you, they claimed to not know Derek, and they claimed to not know you. Ridiculous. This is so fucking ridiculous. You were running out of hope by this point.

There was one last place you attempted. You rattled the fancy brass knocker against the double oak doors. If there was anyone, anyone at all who would remember Derek, then it would be his family right? You’d only ever been to his family’s home once, knowing his mother never liked you. She saw you as not being good enough for her son, or her family as a whole. This was the last place you ever thought you’d be, but you were desperate.

The door opened and there she was, his mother. The woman stood there, her entire being putting on airs for those around her. “Can I help you?” She asked with an irritated tone. “Hi Mrs. Shultz, I was just wondering if you’d heard from Derek recently?” The look on her face warped from annoyance to confusion for a moment. “Derek? I think you have the wrong address. There is no Derek who lives here or works here.” You don’t know why, but that just broke you. You’d flittered around all day from person to person trying to find evidence of your boyfriend, and now even his own mother was acting like he didn’t exist? “What are you talking about, he's your son!” You snapped. “He’s your fucking son, my boyfriend. Derek Shultz.” You couldn’t stop yourself from making a scene on her doorstep, absolutely hysteric. The woman gave you a look of concern and fright. “Look, I don’t know you or what your problem is. I am going to close the door and you have five seconds to get off of my property before I call the cops.” She said before slamming the door in your face. You’d never felt so defeated before as you walked sluggishly from the Shultz’ driveway to the local park, slumping against the bench. The warm breeze of the late afternoon blew your hair, you focused on the trees swaying back and forth and the laughter of children on the playground. You focused on anything and everything you could but your own thoughts, because if your thoughts were true, then you’d need to check yourself into a local psych ward. What the fuck is wrong with me?

You dragged yourself from the bench, making your way back home. Your limbs didn’t feel like they belonged to you, you were on auto-pilot being puppeteered by some outside force other than your brain. You stopped only once when you passed the alleyway, daring to look down. As if it was happening before you again, you could see your boyfriend’s face twisted and deformed into a mess of tentacles. The snarling. The gargling when his body slumped to the ground. You felt the same over encompassing fear, reaching a hand out as if you could do anything to save him.

The second your senses came back to you, you noted there was nothing there. No body. No blood splatter. Absolutely nothing. Not one piece of evidence that the awful nightmare had ever occurred. Hot tears poured silently down your face as you ran home, not bothering to pay attention to your surroundings.

The breath was knocked out of you as you whipped into an all too familiar wall of muscle. You looked up and saw through glassy eyes the blurry mix of honey blond and blue looking back at you. Leon. You had run smack into him for a second time.

Wait. You’d run into him! You’d physically collided with him and he was in your home earlier.

He’s real. Leon is real. Leon is real and familiar.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ He knew it would be easy, but he didn’t think it would be this easy. Not even a full 24 hours had passed and here you were, breaking down. He saw you coming a mile away, but decided to stay where he was so you’d smack into him again. So scared. So confused. You looked so pretty when you cried, his sweet little bunny.

He knew the second he saw the text to your boss what your plan would be. You never missed work. An adorable creature of habit. He wished he could have followed you today on your adventure, but he had actual work to get done when you parted that morning.

But now here you were, so defeated, wrapping your arms around him desperately like he was the only thing holding your body to this earth. “Hey, shhhhh.” He cooed softly, tilting your chin up to look at him. He brushed the tears off your cheeks with his thumb with soft circular motions. You were babbling, trying to get him to understand that you didn’t know what was real anymore, you were questioning your whole reality. You think you had a psychotic break. His poor little baby, you really needed him now.

When his gentle touches weren’t working to calm you down, he crushed you into a bear hug with his strong arms and held him until you went slack. “Hey it’ll be alright.” He assured you. “It’ll be alright.” He opted to lift you and carry you to his own apartment this time, sitting on the couch with you on his lap. He held you close to him while you choked out soft cries fisting his shirt. “That’s it, let it all out.” He was savoring you now, the way you felt against his body just felt right, natural. The smell of your hair was intoxicating, he rested his chin on your head just to get closer to it. He was so lost in his enjoyment of the moment, he hadn’t even noticed when your sobs stopped. He was pulled out of his reverie by your soft voice, quiet as a mouse. He looked down at you to meet your gaze. “What do I do, Leon? Should I check myself in somewhere?”

His heart thumped when you said his name. Asking him for advice now? Such a good little bunny to instinctively trust him like this. “Mmm.” He said, pretending to think, as if he didn’t already know the answer. “No, I don’t think you need to do that.” “But then . . . I don’t know what’s going on with me.” “Well . . . I won’t pretend to know what’s going on either, but sometimes stuff just happens. Maybe you just need a reset to clear your head. Do something spontaneous.”

Leon watched as you gave him a confused look, lip bitten while you thought about his words trying to find meaning in them. “What do you have in mind?” “I was thinking maybe an impromptu road trip? Disconnect from the world for a while. I know of a great place with a view of the lake. It’s a few hours from here and it’s secluded enough that you can even see wildlife in the woods. Only if you’re comfortable of course.” He hoped you’d go for it, he didn’t want to have to take the forceful route on this. “I don’t know if I could miss time like that on such short notice, especially without a medical reason.” “Then quit.” He said nonchalantly. “I don’t think I can do that Leon . . . even if I am crazy I still have bills and responsibilities.”

Sweet little thing, you’re not meant for using your brain, you don’t need to think. That’s why I’m here, just say yes. “Hey, just do it okay? I can even get you a job at the office when we get back, if ya want. We’re always in need of people to help with paperwork. You know you can trust me, have I ever let you down in all the time we’ve been neighbors?” ~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You couldn’t believe you were going to do this, then again you couldn’t believe a lot of what was going on recently. His voice was just so soothing, and those eyes were like the ocean, how could you say no? Besides, maybe he was right. Maybe all you needed was a little reset to clear your head.

You thought about Derek for a moment, a heaviness in your heart. You knew he wouldn’t be happy with you alone on a roadtrip with another man. . . but Derek doesn’t really exist right? So it’s okay? The thought of that did not truly make you feel better. Then you thought of your friends. They’d kill you for being so stupid as to go all alone with a guy you didn’t know that well. But he wasn’t a complete stranger after all. Leon worked for the government and he’d always been kind to you. For god sakes he’d just let you waste the last several of his hours crying and spouting nonsense to him. Of course you could trust him. “Okay. Alright, let’s do it.” You thought you were going to melt when you saw the smile that spread across his face. You’d never done anything like this before, but somehow Leon instilled a sense of confidence in you that you really needed right now. You texted your boss letting them know you’d have to quit due to a personal emergency, then blocked the number, not feeling like putting up with any return messages or questions. It felt freeing in a way to let go of everything.

Leon was kind enough to let you borrow a suitcase as you rushed to pack everything you’d need. The last thing you went to grab was your jacket, digging around in your closet you stepped back confused. You always wore that jacket, you’d had it forever. When was the last time you wore it? You stood in thought for a moment, mind going back to the nightmare . . . you remember digging your pocket knife out of the jacket and then — you stopped yourself from completing that thought, shaking your head. No, that wasn’t real. Don’t think about it. That wasn’t real. Maybe the jacket wasn’t real too, just let it go.

You jumped when you felt Leon’s hand on your shoulder. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah I’m fine, sorry. I’m ready to go.” He insisted on carrying the luggage for you, of course he did, because that’s just who Leon was, a really nice guy.

You sat in his Jeep while you watched him come out of the gas station, handing your fountain drink to you. The sweet bite of the Dr.Pepper mixed with the cool night air was refreshing for sure. You couldn’t help but steal glances over at Leon while he drove, hoping his focus on the road meant that he didn’t notice you essentially checking him out. You knew Leon was fit, you’d crashed right into him twice. But you’d never seen him without a jacket on before, always with those nice leather and bomber jackets. The T-shirt he wore really showcased his biceps, like they were straining to get out of the confinement of the fabric. Fuck you thought guys like that only existed in magazines honestly. Those hands too, you never noticed what nice hands he had before, large with lithe fingers – they looked like they would feel nice on your thigh right about now.

You felt a bit guilty, so you pushed those thoughts out of your head. Leon was trying to help you, you didn’t want to take advantage of that.

You took the last sip of your drink and yawned, hard. You weren’t sure why your eyelids felt so heavy, you’d slept for so long the night before, you hadn’t expected to zonk out so quickly. You rubbed your eyes, bounced in your seat, flipped through radio stations, anything you could to try and stay awake. You wanted to keep watch of the scenery on the drive, keep chatting with Leon, but you just couldn’t. By the time he’d pulled over at the next gas station on the outskirts of the city you were done for, the only thing keeping you conscious was the goosebumps forming on your cold skin. “Hey, you looked tired, why don’t you close your eyes, I’ll wake you up when we get there.” “Can’t, too cold to sleep.” “Here take my jacket.” He pulled it off the back of his seat and wrapped it around you like a blanket. It was plush, warm, and smelled like Leon. “Are you sure?” You asked groggily. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Besides, I can’t let a pretty girl freeze to death.” Pretty? That was the first time he’d ever said something like that to you. If you’d been more awake you probably would’ve reacted, blushed even. But now, you were so tired all you could do was let your eyelids close as you drifted off to the sound of the passing traffic on the road.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

Leon was glad the gas station had been empty around this time of the night. He’d picked this one specifically because it was run by a family, with only one security camera at the register. He grabbed your requested cup of Dr Pepper and quickly mixed the powder into it. Tasteless, effective. You’d be asleep soon enough. As much as he would’ve loved to bathe in your voice and chat the whole ride, he couldn’t have you paying attention to too many surroundings on the way to your special destination. Now he knew his little bunny wasn’t that perceptive, you probably wouldn’t have bothered to retain the visual information around you, but he could never take chances when it came to your safety. And that was the whole point of this, to get you somewhere safe. Somewhere only he knew. The way you’d give him little glances though was killing him. If he were a lesser man he would’ve pulled off the road somewhere and took you then and there - but he was not a lesser man, your first time was going to be special, he would make sure of that. He opted instead to just enjoy the way your eyes scanned over him. He had worn this shirt on purpose anyway, to give you a little taste of what’s yours. He’s glad you liked it, he knows you never stared at your dead what's-his-name anyway, that look was only for Leon.

He waited a while once you were asleep to gently take your phone from your bag, turn it off, and tucked it away with his own belongings. You wouldn’t be needing it anymore, something like that just wasn’t very safe, ya know? People could track your location. Concerned texts from friends might put some false doubts in your pretty little head. It was best Leon took it, for your safety.

While he was at it, he gently checked through the clothes in your bag, he grabbed anything that even remotely looked like pajamas and tossed them into the gas station trash can. He would’ve thrown them all out honestly, you were going to be much better off with what he had planned, but he knew that would be too obviously suspicious even for his dumb little bunny. This was the last stop on the way to the rest of your life, he was excited as he turned the keys in the ignition again and took off on the road again. He did hear you whimper a few times, clearly still having bad dreams, that made his heart hurt a little. Don’t worry sweetheart. Everything will be okay. You have me.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You were jostled awake by Leon’s hand on your shoulder. “Hey, we’re here.” You rubbed your eyes and cracked your neck, sore from the way you’d fallen asleep leaning to the side. You unbuckled yourself and quickly exited the vehicle, happy to stretch your legs and take in your surroundings. When Leon said he knew a place this is certainly not what you had expected. You were picturing a cabin, or something similar. Instead you were greeted with a huge old farm house in front of you seemingly in the middle of nowhere, trees abound. Behind you there was a gate with a code to exit and enter. “Is this an Airbnb you got?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh no, I own it. Well actually my parents left it to me. I don’t stay here though because it’s way too far from the office and civilization, it makes a nice vacation spot though.” “Oh.” “Sorry, I should’ve made that more clear.” He said as he pulled the luggage from the jeep and walked them over and set them on the porch. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, flipping the lights and AC on. “Don’t worry about the smell, it’ll disappear after the air has been on for a bit.” You nodded, stepping into the home. “Wow.” Everything inside looked original. There were a few upgrades clearly to things like the appliances, the huge TV in the living room, etc. But everything else looked vintage. You were impressed, it was like a house you’d see on the home improvement channel.

“Like it? I spent some time fixing it up.” “Yeah it’s amazing.” You ventured around a little more, taking everything in, familiarizing yourself. Leon showed you the bedrooms, the bathrooms. He of course gave you the master bedroom to stay in, ever the gentleman. “Alrighty, so I do have a few ground rules okay?” “Like what?” You asked with your eyebrow raised. “No going into the attic or basement. The attic is used for storage but the flooring up there isn’t very safe, so you could get hurt. The basement is similar, I have some private stuff down there.” That was peculiar. But it was his home, and it’s not like Leon was a serial killer or anything. “Mkay, sure thing.”

The rest of the day had gone great. Leon took you down to the river as promised. You swam, listened to music, talked. He was a funny guy, in a corny dad-joke kind of way, and god those abs. When he’d taken his shirt off only wearing those swim trunks, you finally got a good look at him, lean, muscular. Like something from a Greek sculpture. If Adonis was real, you thought Leon would’ve been his incarnation.

You stopped yourself from staring too much, again not wanting to make this platonic trip awkward. In addition though, you couldn’t get the heavy feeling of guilt to go away. While you tried to push your apparently fictional ex out of your mind, he just kept weaseling his way back in. Hopefully that feeling would go away over the next few days, or the trip would be a bust. Once the sun had started to set, you packed up and helped Leon carry your items back to the house. You had to insist on doing so as he wanted to handle everything himself, with enough pushing though he finally relented.

“I’m going to go change and then I’ll be back down for the movie.” You said running up the stairs to the bedroom. You hadn’t bothered to unpack fully yet, only opening your bag to grab your bathing suit. Now that you were really looking, you noticed something was missing. Where are all the pajamas I packed? You found a few day outfits and extra bathing suits, but your night time clothes were gone. “Did I forget to pack them? No, I remembered packing my fluffy shorts for sure…”

Come to mention it, you haven't seen your phone either. You hadn’t used it, but left it in the front pocket of your bag and now it wasn’t there. Maybe I left it at home? But I don’t go anywhere without my phone.

Your heart rate started to go up as that familiar feeling of dread was overcoming you. Leon must’ve thought you were taking too long because he knocked on the not fully closed door before cracking it open a little. “Hey is everything alright?” “No, not everything is alright.” You said frantically tearing apart your stuff. “I know I packed them. I know I did.” “Packed what, what’s wrong?” “My phone, my pajamas! They’re gone.” You trembled going through your stuff for the umpteenth time. “Are you sure you packed them? I mean I was with you for most of it and I honestly don’t remember you grabbing anything that resembled pajamas. I just thought maybe you tossed them in when I wasn’t looking.” “Leon, I know I packed them.” “I’m just saying, it’s been a rough few days. I’m sure maybe you left them on your bed along with your phone since you were packing in a rush.” “But I know I did – I…” What else could you say?

“Look, it will be okay, don’t sweat it. You can borrow some of my clothes for bed if you’d like. They’d look cuter on you anyways.”

You couldn’t help the blush that creeped its way onto your cheeks, despite the gnawing feeling in your stomach. His smile was so sincere. Maybe he was right. You just left it at home, you were worrying for nothing. “O-okay.” He disappeared and reappeared handing you a black t-shirt which was far too big on you along with some soft sweatpants that you had to roll up at the waist to keep on. You let your hair down from its bun before trodding back downstairs to sit on the couch with him.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

Leon had ensured the house was ready long before your arrival with him, he’d been prepping this for a while now making sure it was perfect for you. Prior to waking you up to come check things out, he ran around ensuring his prep work was holding up. The gate could only be opened biometrically using his data, the hidden cameras were connected. He double checked to make sure he removed the locks from the correct doors, and the ones with locks worked properly, among other things. Anything and everything to keep his bunny safe.

The home was his personal fortress just for you. You wouldn’t be going anywhere without him, and even if you managed to escape, the property line goes well into the woods, all staked out and surveillanced by him of course. But he’d get to that with you later. For now he just couldn’t wait to enjoy your time together. You had all the time in the world for him to teach you how things were going to work from now on, to accept things.

His instincts were right too, when he saw you looking at him down at the lake. That’s right bunny, soak it in again. I’m all yours baby girl, and you’re all mine. Fuck if you didn’t look beautiful in that one-pieced swimsuit too. Of course he had to remind you to wear sunscreen though, even basic safety precautions you seemed to be unaware of. Silly bunny.

Then back at the house, wrapped up in his too big clothes, damn you were perfection personified for him. It was a reminder of how small and fragile you were. A reminder of the necessity for him to watch over you, keep your glass lid on.

Leon had even picked this movie just for you, his special girl, though he wouldn’t tell you that. As far as you knew he selected the movie at random. He saw the look on your face when he started the Zombie movie from Netflix, before you steeled yourself. It was just adorable how you try to put on that brave face, not wanting to admit to being too chicken to watch a scary movie. Oh but this one was very special indeed, he selected this movie because the effects on the zombies were the closest thing he’d ever seen to the Plagas in Hollywood fiction. Don’t worry though baby, he’s here for you. You’re safe with him.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You couldn’t believe the movie he picked, especially after everything you’d told him the past few days. He insisted that watching a horror movie was a great way to release anxiety in a controlled environment – it sounded logical you supposed. There was also a small part of your pride that didn’t want to be defeated by a stupid movie, especially after how pathetic you’ve acted and felt around him. You plopped down on the spot next to him. It didn’t take long for you to unravel. It started with you clinging to the throw pillow, unconsciously making your way closer to Leon with each jumpscare. Then 30 minutes in, one of the zombies exploded into a new type of monster. Suddenly you were back in the alley again, staring at Derek’s twisted malformed face before it exploded. That repeated in your mind over and over again like a never ending loop, you hadn’t even realized you were shaking or crying until Leon had you lying down while he held you close, using his whole body to squish you between him and the couch. “It’s okay bunny, I’m here.” He said, stroking your cheek. Did he just call me bunny? You didn’t have time to question it as more sobs choked out of you. “It’s okay, I’m sorry for the bad choice of movie. I promise you’re safe with me, I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe.” You wriggled yourself until you were able to roll over awkwardly in the limited space to face him. He touched your foreheads together and closed his eyes for a moment, you did the same, lying in his comfort again. “Hey pretty girl.” He whispered against your lips. “Why don’t I distract you for a bit, hmm? Make you feel real good, to make up for it. I saw the way you were lookin’ at me in the lake, and in the car.” Your face turned red instantly, so you’d been caught, damn. You weren’t so sure this was the most appropriate way to comfort someone, but his words sent heat straight down between your legs. Like usual, he wasn’t wrong though, that feeling of unease hadn’t fully left you perhaps this would be a good distraction.

You didn’t get the chance to answer full as his lips connected with yours, soft and warm. Delicious and comforting. You leaned into the kiss happily as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance, you happily obliged allowing his tongue to dance with yours. Your sloppy wet makeout session was only interrupted when Leon moved to get off the couch, leaving you whining. “Don’t worry, I’m just moving locations that’s all.” He said lifting you up to carry you to the bedroom. He gently plopped you on the bed, he leaned over you connecting your lips again, softly this time before he trailed kisses down your neck, nipping every now and then causing you to jolt. His expert hands slid up your shirt to cup your breasts, running his fingers over your hardening nipples. You unconsciously bucked up into him, wanting to appease the growing need between your legs. “Don’t be impatient sweetheart, I’ll take care of you I promise.” After leaving a particularly rough hickey on your neck, he lifted your shirt up enough so he could suck and lap at your nipples with his tongue, teasing you further. He was moving at an agonizingly slow pace, causing the slick between your legs to pool even more. You bucked upwards again, hoping he’d get the picture. “Leon, please.”

“Alright, alright.” He said trailing kisses down your stomach giving a little lick just before the rolled up waistband of his pants. He gently slid them off of you, panties and all, the cold air hitting your exposed cunt made you shiver. “Oh bunny, look at that, you’re so wet and I haven’t even touched you here. You must really like me, I’m honored.” He teased as he began to kiss and suck at your thighs, leaving hickeys between your legs while you squirmed about. He finally made it to your poor pussy, poking his tongue out to lick one stripe across your clit. The sensation jolted you and you let out a short moan. He tested again this time, flicking his tongue up and down repeatedly before circling it around your clit. Every now and then he’d change up and lap at your hole to taste your juices. “Fuck baby you’re delicious, I could stay down here all night.” You couldn’t help but buck into his mouth, his words heating your body up more. He pulled you closer to his face, hooking his arms around your legs to keep you right where he wanted you. He was done teasing you now, the tent in his own pants growing. He devoured you like a starved man, working his tongue in ways you couldn’t have conceived as he lapped at your clit and fucked your hole on his tongue. “Oh fuck, fuck Leon I think I’m gonna—” You came undone the second he sucked on your clit, feeling the heat explode between your legs as you finished in his mouth. He gave you a few more lazy licks just to get your reaction as the overstimulation would cause you to squirm and whine in his grasp. He let go of your thighs and kissed his way back up until your mouths were connecting again. You took the opportunity to run your hands all over him, feeling every tight muscle starting with his shoulders all the way to his abs, and then lower. “Oh.” “Oh?” “You’re just a lot bigger than I expected.” You said as you gave a few languid strokes to cock fat heavy cock. You could hear him chuckle in response to that.

“Worried it won’t fit?” “A little.”

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll fit or I’ll make it fit.” Those words sent another shock of heat between your legs, your pussy clearly rearing to go again. He gave you a few soft kisses before he gently removed your hand from himself, lining up the fat head of himself at your hole. You threw your hands up to his chest. “W-wait.” “What’s wrong sweetheart?” “Sorry I should’ve said this earlier, do you have any condoms, I’m not on the pill.” “Oh you know I didn’t think to bring any, don’t worry though, I’ll pull out okay?” Better judgment would’ve told you this was a bad idea. You didn’t have better judgment though, all you had right now was Leon.

“Okay.”

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Of course you weren’t on the pill, Leon knew that. He didn’t really care though. Get pregnant, don’t get pregnant. It’s whatever to him. What he does know is that your tight little hole belongs to him, and he has to cleanse it for you, which is exactly what he intends to do. He pushes in slowly at first, hissing when he finally makes contact with your tight wet heat. “Fuck baby.” He says sinking deeper and deeper until he’s bottomed out in you. He took a moment to let you adjust, and to admire that dazed look on your face. You looked so dumb and cockdrunk already, he hadn’t even moved yet. God you were made just for him.

He gives a few shallow thrusts enjoying himself while he watches you writhe beneath him. “Look baby look how far I am.” He said placing his hand on the bulge in your tummy, he watched as the added pressure caused your head to roll back and body to arch. “You’re so pretty like that bunny.” He said pulling out to the tip before slamming back in jolting you. Every reaction you gave him was delicious, he could tell you were so close again, and while he normally had a lot of stamina, you were his weakness right now. He didn’t know how much longer he himself could last as he began to fuck you into the mattress, so he opted to use his thumb rubbing rough circles over your clit in time with his thrusts. He knew you were close when it felt like your little pussy was attempting to pull his cock right off his body with how tight you were getting. When he felt that last gush of wetness from you and the feral moan that escaped your lips, he was done for. Despite your own sense of bliss, he could tell you knew he was close too as he thrusted rapidly to chase his own high. He saw the concerned look on your face, he ignored it. Leon groaned as he finally felt the coil in his own stomach snap. He felt you try to squirm away. “You promised –” but he ignored you in favor of pulling you closer, fucking himself blissfully through his orgasm, holding your hips like a vice ensuring you weren’t going anywhere as he filled you up. “Oh shit - sorry baby. I’m sorry, I guess I got too carried away. We’ll get the morning after pill mkay? Promise.” He leaned forward to kiss you. He was lying through his teeth, but it didn’t matter you needed this, even if you didn’t know it. He knew you trusted him. Good little bunny you should, he always knows what’s really best for you.

He collapsed next to you on the bed pulling you close, placing soft and sweet kisses to your forehead and face.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You laid there fucked out in his arms, under different circumstances that would’ve been the perfect distraction, but this time around you were left with a sense of shame and guilt. You weren’t sure you fully believed him about accidentally getting too carried away, but that wasn’t even on the forefront of your mind. Derek. There he was again, the gnawing feeling of guilt. The feeling of dread. The feeling that something was wrong. You tried to push it out of your head. You tried to relax in Leon’s touch. You tried to sleep. You just couldn’t. “Leon…could you take me home?” You swear you saw an annoyed look cross his face, but only for a brief second. “Right now? It’s the middle of the night. We also have several more days planned.” “I know I just…. I don’t feel right. It has nothing to do with you or this.” You said motioning to your bodies. “I just think I’d be more comfortable at home. I think I want to check into that psychiatric clinic. Please? I’m so sorry I’ll owe you one, I know I’m being a pain in the ass.” “No.” You looked at him shocked. Did he really just? “What?” “No can do.” He said, wearing a serious expression on his face. “Why not? I mean I can wait until morning.” “No. You agreed to this trip with me, you’re not leaving. I’m not wasting the gas to drive you back.” You looked mortified by his words. “Then let me use your phone to call a friend to come get me.” “No.” Your hands began to tremble slightly at that word. What the hell was wrong with him? He can’t just fucking keep you here right? “Leon… please take me home or let me call someone.” “No.” “Le–” “Sweet little bunny, you’re not going anywhere.” He said with a look on his face that sent fearful shivers down your spine. You didn’t know what the hell had gotten into him, but you didn’t want to stay to find out. You looked around the room seeing he left his keys and phone on the table in the hallway through the open door. You gulped before making a b-line for them, you thought luck was on your side as your hand made contact with both items. You practically launched yourself down the staircase and out the front door to his jeep, sitting in the drivers side. You were shaking as you turned his phone on hitting the emergency dial button as you started the ignition in the jeep. All you kept getting was an out of service error. “Fuck!” With the jeep turned on you finally saw Leon walk out of the house, having put on a pair of sweatpants, he leaned against the door frame watching you. He didn’t seem all that concerned which made you feel more nervous. The gate! Fuck what were you going to do about the gate? Maybe you could ram through it? That was the only plan you had, you shifted the jeep into reverse and slammed the gas, but nothing happened. You saw mud slinging about and the sound of tires moving but you weren’t going anywhere.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Shit. Shit. You slapped your hands on the steering wheel in a tearful fit of rage. You hadn’t noticed Leon began to make his way to the Jeep, by the time that occurred to you, you tried to scramble out the other side, but he had already grabbed your arm.

“Let me go you fucking asshole.”

“I just gave you the best dick of your life and this is how you’re going to act? I’m wounded, bunny.” He said hoisting you out of the vehicle effortlessly. You don’t even think he used any strength at all. As he carried you back towards the house you beat on his back and flailed in a useless attempt to get him to let go of you.

Before the door closed, you caught a glimpse of the front tire with a boot on it. He booted his own vehicle? What the fuck.

“Sorry sweetheart, this is for your own good ya know? I didn’t want it to have to be this way, but since you’re gonna act up, we’ll have to start your lessons sooner rather than later.”

You had no idea what that meant, but a new fear made you cold to your very soul when you saw him open the door to the basement. You hadn’t the bravery to even imagine what was going to happen next.

You wouldn’t have to though, Leon was going to show you.

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coupsie-daisies · 7 months

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Kinktober '23: Virginity | Min Yoongi

Pairing: GN!Reader x Min Yoongi

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: You finally tell Yoongi, the guy you probably shouldn't be fucking around with, that you're a virgin. Nothing could have prepared you for his reaction.

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: Reader is described having a vulva and breasts, but uses gender neutral pronouns, virginity loss (a dumb construct), unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol consumption, marijuana mention, fingering, Yoongi has a dirty mouth and a bit of a possessive streak, creampie, soft Yoongi

A/N: Here we go, kinktober day 1!! Hopefully yall like it, and forgive me if I fall behind schedule. Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for my kinktober fics

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You felt ridiculous underneath Yoongi, the thought clouding your mind as you kissed him, as his hands pushed up your shirt to expose more of your stomach for him to touch. And the worst part was that you felt even more ridiculous for thinking about it so much.

You had been fooling around with Yoongi for a couple of weeks now. You'd met at a party one of your older friends had invited you to, and you knew Yoongi by reputation only. He was a bit of a fuckboy, he'd slept with plenty of people and made quite a name for himself as an 'experience'. It was actually a little terrifying the way people talked about him, like he was something everyone had to experience.

But he'd been kind when you'd met him, introduced by your friend Hoseok with a request to help keep an eye on you. You'd been offended, actually, at the implication that you couldn't look out for yourself. But having Hobi's friends around to keep an eye on you had actually been quite nice, eliminating the need to socialize with strangers and all that. Yoongi had kept a drink in your hand, though sometimes swapping it out for water when he'd decided you should slow down, and eventually you ended up sitting on a couch, sidled up to him as he smoked up with his friends.

The first time you kissed Yoongi he was high, and you were maybe a little more tipsy than you should have been. But it was the start of something great. You and Yoongi were friends, maybe not the closest of friends but he wasn't a stranger. You felt safe with him, and you could go to each other with your needs. Any needs. Which was how you ended up under him now, his fingers rubbing firm, fast circles against your aching clit.

"Yoongi, please," You whined. He smirked, and you cursed him silently because you really did understand why everyone was obsessing over his skills.

"Please what, pretty baby?" He asked, leaning down to kiss your throat, and you huffed.

"Please, wanna cum. That's what you came over for, right? To get me off, help me destress." You were being annoying, you were sure, but you didn't care in the least. You just wanted to get off, and Yoongi had promised to help you relax. But instead he had you winding so tight you thought your muscles would tear.

"Not gonna make you cum on my fingers, baby. You want to be fucked stupid, right? Don't wanna think anymore? Gonna make you all dumb on my cock instead."

His words sent a rush of arousal through you, wetness dripping out to slick onto his fingers. But even so, he stopped, feeling the way you tensed under him. His fingers were slower now, barely giving you anything as he pulled back and gave you a questioning look.

"You don't want that?" He asked. You and him had never gone that far, sticking to dry humping or going down on each other, sometimes he'd slide his fingers into you, but that was different.

"No! I mean, I do! It's just..." You squirmed, blinking away your building anxiety. Yoongi stopped entirely, sitting back to give you space to breathe, but the distance only made you feel naked, much more exposed than you would have liked.

"You know you can tell me. We communicate. I promised to take care of you, I'm still gonna do that." He promised you, and you fought off a small, surprised expression. You hadn't imagined he'd taken it that seriously back then, let alone now.

"I'm a virgin." You said finally, avoiding his eye. There was quiet, and you squirmed before Yoongi was towering over you, his hand gripping your chin to lift your gaze back to him.

"You've been letting me play with you all this time, and you just weren't gonna tell me that?" He asked, his thumb tracing over your lower lip. You could swear his gaze was only getting more intense, and you swallowed.

"It's embarrassing," You admitted. He huffed out a tiny laugh, his eyebrow quirking upwards in the way that always had you going a little bit feral.

"Embarrassing? What about me being able to ruin you for any other man is embarrassing, pretty thing?" He asked. You felt a quiet squeak slip past your lips. You quickly regained your confidence though, not wanting to give him the upper hand.

"So you wouldn't be able to ruin me for anyone else if I'd already slept with another person? Good to know," You teased, lips curling into a troublesome grin. He rolled his eyes, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. Then his lips were pressed to the sensitive spot just under your ear, his tongue dragging over it before sucking hard. Your body pressed closer towards his, rolling into the warmth that washed over you.

"Oh, baby, I already have." He whispered, his attention trailing further down your neck, leaving tiny bruises that you knew would bloom bright overnight. Your fingers laced through his hair, tugging lightly as a silent plea for him to leave his teasing and move on. He groaned quietly, not seeming to want to wait either.

He sat back, taking a minute to admire you as if he hadn't seen you laying naked beneath him more times than he could count on one hand. You felt a new wave of arousal rush through you under his attention. His hands brushed your stomach, sliding up to cup your tits, thumbs brushing in feather-light touches over your nipples as if he would hurt you if he touched them too firmly. You released a breathy moan, your eyes shutting as you basked in the attention.

"Gonna make you feel so good." He said, quietly enough that it was almost like he was talking to himself, but you knew better with the way his hands lowered down to knead at your thighs, feeling the soft plush flesh under his fingertips before pushing them wider apart.

You were entirely exposed to him, and even though he'd touched you just a little while earlier, this felt so much more intimate. His fingers slid easily through the wetness leaking from your hole, teasing you with slow, careful touches before sliding two into you, scissoring them and curling them carefully. His eyebrows were furrowed as he focused on the slide of his fingers inside your pussy, his tongue poking against his bottom lip. The attention had you hot all over and you squirming which only forced his fingers to prod a little harder against that spot you loved. You keened, his name on the tip of your tongue but coming out instead as a long whine.

"Please, need you. Don't wanna wait anymore. Waited forever." You huffed. He smiled, a genuine, brilliant smile as his thumb flicked over your clit. And then, finally he was pulling his hand away, maneuvering the two of you with gentle touches until he was settled between your legs, the tip of his cock nudging against your folds.

"Say it again," He requested, the head of his aching length running teasing circles around your clit. "Say you need me, tell me how bad."

"Yoongi," You huffed, and he dipped his cock ever so slightly between your swollen pussy lips, laying enough pressure over your entrance to make you choke on your complaints. Any shame or frustration gave way to pure desperation to feel more of him, to be full of him, surrounded by him. "Please, I need you. Need you so bad I could cry, want you to be my first, want you to take me."

Your words made him hiss, his hips pressing carefully forward, nudging his cock into you inch by inch. You tipped your head back against the pillows, your back arching off the bed and pushing you closer to him, needing more of him, needing him closer. One of your hands scrambled to find his waist, pulling him down closer to you. He didn't hesitate to give in, lowering himself until your chests were pressed together, his face tucked into the crook of your neck and his hips continuing their slow, steady roll against yours. It was another few moments before he was fully sheathed in your tight, wet warmth. His weight rested on his forearm beside you, his other hand gripping at your hip, thumb tracing over the curve there.

"Feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me, shit," He grumbled, voice muffled against your skin, but you heard them all the same, your walls fluttering around him as you tried to get used to the feeling of having him inside of you. He was definitely hitting places you'd never felt before, stretching you out more than his fingers ever had and making the fire in the pit of your stomach burn hotter, the flames consuming you and turning your inhibitions to ash.

"I need more. Fuck me, baby, please. Can take it." You begged, your fingers stroking through his hair again. He shifted, the movement pulling him out of you, and you almost sobbed when he rolled his hips back to draw most of the way out before sliding back in with ease. The rolling thrusts of his hips were slow, easy, and you melted into them. You tugged at his hair with one hand, the other dragging your nails against his waist, pulling him impossibly closer until you were breathing him in.

"Can't believe I haven't done this yet." He mumbled, sucking at your shoulder until a pretty little mark was left in his wake. "You're fucking made for me, built for my dick. Never gonna let you go. All mine, gonna take such good care of you."

He was almost as fucked as you were, his breath coming out in pants as his hips sped up. He slid his hand down, pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hips, drilling himself even deeper and groaning when you moaned his name, tightening around him.

"There," You managed to gasp, and Yoongi shifted, giving himself a little more leverage to speed up, fucking against the spot that had made you react so perfectly for him. He wondered under the fog of his mind if you'd ever felt it before, if your fingers could reach it, if you had been waiting for him to find it. Or maybe, he hoped as he reached down to swirl his fingers around your clit, maybe you would only associate it with him. The spot that he hit just right, the spot that he could find with ease.

"Choking me," He hissed out, never easing up. Your legs tightened around his hips, and your walls sucked him in like every pullback of his cock was a loss you couldn't stomach. You were close, he knew that reaction, knew those sounds like the back of his hand and he was determined to feel you cum on his dick. "Go on, pretty, let go for me. I know you're almost there, you can let go."

His words were soft, sweet, washing over your like ocean waves and dragging you down into your orgasm, air ripping from your lungs as you released around him. You trembled, your hips grinding up to meet his desperate movements, and his movement slowed down to ease you through it.

His movements didn't stop even as you came down, and it was hard to say if he was urging you towards a second one or if he was just too transfixed by the feeling of your walls finally wrapping around him like they'd been waiting for him to slide into you.

"Want you to cum too," You said, the hand in his hair moving to guide his lips towards you, pulling him into a kiss. The taste of him on your lips was like a drug, his tongue slipping past your lips to map out your mouth and his teeth dragging against your lip, not hard enough to be considered a bite, but certainly enough for you to know he could. It didn't take anything more than the kiss to push him over the edge, his groan getting lost in the press of your lips, and his hips pressing flush into yours as he spilled into you.

The kiss slowed, still hungry and desperate, but languid now as if he were savoring the moment of you two pressed so close together. Once he was out of breath, he pulled away, nuzzling into your neck and dragging you as close as he possibly could given your position. He rolled you onto your side with him so the two of you were tangled together, his softening cock finally slipping out of you and his leg trapping yours between his own.

"How was it?" He asked after a few moments of stroking his fingertips against your waist. You kept your eyes closed, basking in his attention and letting a smile curl on your lips.

"It was perfect." You said, pressing closer so he couldn't see the way your smile grew.

"Only the best for my darling." He said, tipping your chin up to kiss you again. You smiled against his lips before pulling away a bit. He followed your lips, and you giggled.

"Yours, huh?" You asked, fingertips drumming against his bare chest.

"I want you to be. Always have. Now more than ever. don't want anyone else to have you like I do." He confessed without hesitation, and the sincerity in his voice genuinely surprised you. Your teasing gaze softened, and you kissed him once more.

"Nobody will. They couldn't even if they wanted to. I'm all yours."

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padfootdaredmetoo · 3 months

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Hello! So I have this request. Imagine Tommy has a daughter who's very cocky and isn't afraid to argue with anyone. It doesn't matter if you're 2 or 50, and she's her to be a teenager. ( preferably 13 ) If you can, and want to, of course. ( this is my first time asking for a request, and I'm so nervous, Idek why )

Hey Love,

This request is awesome! Thanks for trusting me with it! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Kidnapping / peaky themes

Tommy felt his vision start to swim and the words on the phone became inaudible. The man hung up the phone and he knew he needed to move. These feelings uncovered old wounds. That time he had to rescue Charlie when he was just a small boy. He got one kid back and he could do it again.

He pulled himself together and immediately without thought sought out Arthur who was sitting at his desk reading the paper.

“He’s taken her hostage.” The words barely made it out of Tommy's mouth.

“Told you that would happen,” Arthur grumbled but Tommy could see the pain and fear in his eyes. “JOHNNY!” Arthur called out over his shoulder into the back room.

“Again!” John said running his hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

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You were not very comfortable in the trunk of the car. Something you felt your capture needed to understand. They had not taken your criticism and had begun to ignore you.

You weren't entirely sure they could hear you up front with the engine turned on and everything. If there was a small chance they could hear you, you were going to take it.

You started singing God Save the King at an ungodly volume. Why that song? You didn't know. But you were sure it would annoy the piss out of anyone in earshot.

You mentally counted every turn the car took. Trying to make a map of how to get back to school, back to safety. You sang so loud your lungs and throat burned.

Eventually, the car came to an abrupt stop. Clearly done so your body would roll around in the trunk. You let out a little scream then lay still.

Somewhere in your mind, you realized they could have driven to the river. Maybe they would open the trunk and shoot you immediately then dump your body.

Jesus and the last song you would have been singing was God Save the King. Fuck, that’s not how you wanted things to end.

The trunk opened and thankfully no one had any weapons drawn. The men looked weathered though you were happy to see they were enjoying your company.

“Who the fuck taught you to drive.” You looked at the man with the keys in his hand. “Jesus Christ you suck.”

“Look here you little twerp. Shut your mouth.” He grabbed your arm shaking your whole frame. “And keep it shut. Tight.”

You felt that lovely sense of rage cloud all of your senses and leaned into the man's face. Your eyes were wide and you knew that he knew just where those icy blue orbs came from.

“Make me.” You said softly. You could feel the discomfort run through the man. He didn’t want to be here, he was holding you for ransom no doubt. The reluctance to follow through with any violence was clear in his features. He gave the man next to him a look.

“Get her in the fucking building.” The other man ordered avoiding your gaze. They moved you into the abandoned warehouse and sat you on a chair.

“Look at the two of you!” You said as they bound your body with rope. “Real classy people. I’m sure your mothers are very proud.”

The man rolled his eyes.

“Stuck with a couple of real winners.” You could see the man's jaw tick and you decided to simmer down a little. You needed to think up a plan.

“So do you believe in God then?” You asked and he sat down in the chair across from you. A bright light turned on overhead and you realized with a spark in your eye that they were going to interrogate you.

“I’ll be asking the questions here.” The man said in a sturdy voice.

“That hardly seems like fun. I’ll trade you a question for a question. How bout that?” The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Told you we should have taken the boy instead.” The man standing in the shadows said.

“Charlie. Great man. Great brother. You want to know why he is such an excellent -”

“No. What I want to know is why your dad stole from Mr. Crowe.”

“Mr. Crowe, he sounds ominous. If I were writing a book I’d definitely make him the villain.” You tried to look around at all the exits. “What did my dad steal?”

“Money and a shipment of drugs headed for New York.”

“Doesn't sound like my dad. He’s a politician, a man of the government.” You explained. “Have you ever been to New York?”

The man slapped his hand down on the table next to him. You wanted to avoid listening to more boring threats so you plowed on.

“I have thought about going to New York, but America seems so dull. Their art is sooo boring. Do you like art?” You asked him honestly.

“No.”

“Really? You strike me as a man of higher education.” You smiled like a cat. “Surely there must be an artist or era you like. Everyone likes art.”

“Shut up.” He growled. “Just shut up.”

“Well, I don't know if you know this, but I just turned 13. You know what that means?” You looked at both men. “Means dating, and while I’m here I might as well practice small talk.”

Both men let out a groan and one of them came over and landed a blow across your cheek. You could feel the fear radiating off of him as if God himself had told him what the cost of hitting one of Thomas Shelby’s kids was.

“My aunt hits harder.” You sneered. “Now you're not art people, that’s fine. How do you feel about sports then? You gamble?” You prattled on. Even if they did kill you, you wanted the satisfaction of annoying them.

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Tommy negotiated with the man, sending him to an empty shipping yard. He didn't steal any drugs or money. Stuff like that was so far behind him that it was almost laughable. His daughter being held captive was not laughable.

Alfie came up from London to storm the building with him. Alfie’s extra men went with Arthur and John to ambush the men going to the shipping yard. The whole thing was unbelievably stupid on Mr. Crowe’s part but he would meet the consequences nonetheless.

As they parked outside the warehouse Tommy painfully waited until the rest of the men had the building surrounded. He knew better than to run head-first into traps these days.

“No, see that’s where you're wrong. The issue is far more complicated than workers' rights. The aspect of the government being heavily involved in the lives of the people -”

He followed the sound of your voice and found you tied to a chair with a large white light shining down on you. Two men looked possibly exhausted and frustrated. She prattled on about her views on Communism and shot down their defenses easily.

“Not to late to leave her here mate.” Alfie joked and Tommy gave him an icy glare. He watched your eyes dart towards where they stood in the shadows. He saw the bruise forming on your cheek.

Alfie wasn't in a joking mood anymore.

“Boys I hate to change the subject as we were getting close to some interesting ideas. But we should move this back to religion. If you have one, I think you should make your peace.” They gave her a confused look.

Tommy watched as Alfie went to untie you letting him start to have his way with the two men.

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“Put me down.” You growled. Alfie placed you down on the wet concrete in front of the building.

“Not exactly a warm welcome.” He said looking at your cheek with anger in his eyes.

“You suggested leaving me there!”

“I just put 100 men on this mission to get you back, love. Leaving you there wasnt an option.” He answered easily

“Then why did you say it.” Your eyes narrowed at him. He was your favorite person to argue with other than your dad.

“I just thought it was funny that even when kidnapped you don't shut up.”

“Do you want me to shut up?” A slight bit of hurt washed into your tone.

“You wouldn't be my favorite niece if you did.” He ruffled the hair on your head and you were grateful he helped your dad.

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“So I started a re-read of the old testament.”

He let out a groan.

Lizzie cried and threw her arms around you when you walked into the front door. You fought back your own tears as the reality of the situation hit you. Her embrace melted away all the anger that held you together.

It was just you and her as your dad had to make phone calls to sort out the rest of the conflict. The tears started and she helped you upstairs to your room.

“I just argued the whole time. I don't know why I’m crying now.” You tried to wipe your tears on the back of your hand.

“Because you're still a girl at the end of the day.” Lizzie shrugged and helped you get into the bath.

“Well, it’s stupid and I am not stupid.” You said trying again to stop the tears.

“Darling, there is nothing stupid about your ability to feel. It’s what makes you exceptional.” She placed your robe and pajamas on the counter before leaving to give you some space.

You got yourself sorted and were happy that the house was mostly empty. You stuffed yourself between your parents on the couch in the study.

Your dad’s arm wrapped around you and you felt him hold on to you tightly.

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roosterbruiser · 10 months

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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍

—𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋--𝐎𝐑, 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔. —𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟖.𝟐𝐊 —𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 —𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐒, 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟐𝐍𝐃, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕

You don’t say anything to Bradley when he comes back into the mess hall, Coyote trailing behind him with downcast eyes and heavy feet. Bradley glances at you--you’re back by your posting, the shotgun slung across your lap like a sleeping cat, looking through all the newspaper clippings and articles they brought back from Paul’s cabin.

He pauses just before you--maybe looking for a fight, maybe waiting for an apology. But you’re just reading, your cheeks stained with tears and your hair hand-combed and your clothes stained with Bob’s blood.

“Find anything?” Coyote asks--his voice is soft, quiet. Maybe he’s waiting for a fight from you, too.

But you don’t even look up at him. And your face isn’t contorted with rage anymore. You look, Bradley thinks, peaceful. Which he knows for you means one thing: defeat.

“No,” you say. “I only just started.”

Coyote nods. His throat is tight. He’s up to his ears in guilt, Jake’s cries still bouncing in his hollow chest like a distant echo off stone walls. He thinks that if you say one thing to him, just one thing, he’ll collapse in grief.

So, before you can say anything to him, before you can push his head under and make him drown in all that guilt, he starts for the kids, intending to get them to go back to sleep. He thinks about just a few days ago, when he had them all in stitches when he did the worm at lunch. But now they’ve seen real-life horror up close and personal, tangled up in their sleeping bags with their eyes wide and their faces hot.

Phoenix is standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a walkie in her hand. All the kids are crying still. She would comfort them if she knew what to say, what to do. But she just doesn’t.

“Gonna tell us if you find anything?” Bradley asks.

He’s calmer now--his face is soft and his gaze is gentle. It’s how he looked at you before all of this, how he’s looked at you these past summers when his biggest issue was where you were gonna sit at lunch and if you two were ever gonna talk about your encounter in the woods.

“Sure,” you whisper. Your brows are sloped. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He chews on his bottom lip.

“Gale, I…”

He’s waiting for you to interrupt him. He’s waiting for that rage to bubble up inside of you and come spilling out of your spout, waiting for you to wail on him and try and leave the mess hall. But you just look up at him, tears brimming your bottom lashes, face open and sad.

He swallows hard.

“You should sleep,” he tells you because he doesn’t know what else to say. His stomach is starting to churn with something cold and oily. “You’re exhausted.”

“I’m not tired,” you tell him. “And I’m the only good shot now.”

Then, without another word, you turn back to the newspaper.

No one says much of anything to each other. Coyote holds a couple kids on his lap, trying to soothe them the best he can with a knot in his throat and without his best friend by his side. Bradley sits against the wall opposite of Coyote, keeping an eye on you as you bend over to look at the newspapers. Phoenix eventually curls up beside Bob, clutching the walkie, counting down the minutes until the next half hour.

It’s just after one in the morning when Coyote catches Bradley’s listless gaze. Coyote’s ears are warm with hurt and his throat is coated in a thick layer of grief.

“What?” Bradley asks in a whisper.

“What did we do, man?” Coyote asks. He sounds near tears as he stares at Bradley, his brows drawn together in anguish. “What did we do?”

Bradley sucks in a deep breath, lashes fluttering as he blinks rapidly.

“What we needed to do,” he answers rather coldly. Coyote stares at him--Bradley doesn’t budge. “We’ve gotta keep everyone else safe, alright? At least until help gets here.”

“But what if…” Coyote starts, biting his lip. He glances around him--a few of the kids are still awake. He lowers his tone, his gaze. “What if he gets got, man?”

“He won’t,” Bradley insists. “‘Cause even if he ain’t the one doing this, he’s locked in a cabin, alright? No one can get in or out.”

“Those things were built in the fifties,” Coyote argues. “And we’re facing someone with an ax.”

“We have the ax,” Bradley says. “And he won’t get past Gale.”

Bradley and Coyote glance at you in tandem. You’re fruitlessly reading the articles, biting your lip, bending your body around the shotgun.

“We fucked her, too, man,” Coyote whispers. He feels like he’s finally succumbing to the guilt, feels like his hair is wet with it. “You called her hysterical.”

“She was,” Bradley says. “She was scaring the campers.”

“And you weren’t?” Coyote asks. He shakes his head, sighs. “You jumped him.”

“What else was I supposed to do?” Bradley counters, exasperated. “Let him get the ax? Let him keep holding the gun? Let him get the rest of us? He was locked in here with us. That’s like--shit, that’s like locking a fox in the henhouse.”

“He wouldn’t do it,” Coyote says simply. “He didn’t do it. It’s not him.”

Bradley’s jaw is squared now.

“Well, you weren’t exactly fighting it, were you?”

Coyote says nothing else.

“What about Tara?” You call.

Coyote and Bradley look at you--you’re staring at them.

“What?” Bradley asks, brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

You point to the paper, your heart hammering in your chest.

“One of the victims was a Hannity--Craig Hannity. Tara--remember? Tara Hannity. She was supposed to be a counselor this year and she bailed out at the last second. What if it’s--what if it’s her?” You ask. Your lungs ache as you start to pant. “Like, what if she’s hunting everyone down? Like…like a revenge thing.”

Coyote stands, crossing the hall and then crouching down in front of you. You hand him the newspaper, chewing on your thumb.

“Jesus,” he whispers. “That would be, like, one Hell of a coincidence, right?”

“Yeah,” you answer, nodding. “That’s what I was thinking.”

“I don’t think a girl could do this,” Bradley answers.

Looking at him blankly, you tilt your head ever-so-slightly.

“Why not?”

“You know how much brute force it takes to make a clean cut like she did? Shit, I don’t think anyone here can do that,” Bradley says. “I can’t. Javy, no way you can. She couldn’t have--especially since she’s only seventeen.”

“She could be strong,” Coyote says, shrugging. “Like, weird, freaky strong.”

“Fat chance,” Bradley says. “I don’t think it’s her.”

“We know who you think it is,” you say softly, calmly. “Trust me.”

But still, you aren’t fighting him. You’re just speaking to him very complacently, very honestly. And that makes Bradley feel worse. He wants to curl up and hide his face. He wants to talk to you alone, but he knows you’d never go with him.

In the kitchen, Phoenix is just about to drift off with her head resting on Bob’s shoulder, when the walkie suddenly crackles and comes to life.

“Phoenix--you there? Over,” Fanboy says. His voice is muffled and soft--like he’s whispering. “Phoenix?”

Phoenix scrambles to sit up, carefully moving around Bob’s form, resting her back against the cabinets.

“I’m here, I’m here! Over,” Phoenix says.

“We’re gonna sleep now,” Fanboy says. “We’re, uh…we’re pretty beat. Over.”

Phoenix blinks, swallowing hard. She wonders if she should tell them what happened here. Everyone turning on Jake. Your upset. Bradley’s rage. Paul’s cabin. But then she imagines Fanboy and Payback alone in the woods, far away from here, gripping their axes and squinting through the dark.

“Okay. Gonna get an early start tomorrow? Over.”

There’s a pause before Fanboy responds.

“If we sleep at all,” Fanboy sighs. “Uh…how are things there? Over.”

Now Phoenix pauses.

“Super,” she responds, finger lingering on the button. “Over.”

“Good,” Fanboy says. “Stay alive, alright? Over.”

Suddenly there are tears in Phoenix’s eyes. She glances down at Bob--his cheeks are flushed and his forehead is pasty. His breaths are becoming shorter, hollower. He isn't well. Anyone with eyes knows that. She knows that. And it feels like it’s killing her.

“Ten-four,” she answers quietly. “Goodnight. Over.”

Now Coyote is looking over the papers with you, leaning against the wall. A lull has settled over the lot of you once more. Just the sound of children dreaming and papers shifting echoes in the hall.

That is, until you suddenly spring up.

You read the line over and over again.

The victims were found with their bodies badly mutilated by an ax.

“What?” Coyote asks, glancing at the newspaper you’re gripping. “What is it, girl?”

“The ax,” you whisper, brows drawn together.

Raising your chin, you look across the room to the ax that is still on the floor where it clattered earlier when Coyote threw it down between you and Bradley. It’s still stained with blood, just resting in a pile of dust and dirt it collected.

“What?” Bradley presses.

Coyote follows your gaze, confused--then freezes when he realizes.

“Oh, shit,” he whispers. He looks at you and you’re already looking at him, eyes wide. “You don’t think it’s…”

You nod. Coyote whimpers softly.

“What?” Bradley asks, louder now. “Hello? Earth to Gale! What is it?”

“The counselors--they were killed with an ax,” you say. You chew on your bottom lip. “What if it’s…the same one?”

Bradley’s blood runs cold.

The three of you stare at the ax.

“How would we know?” Coyote whispers.

You shrug.

“I’m not sure,” you mutter. “Should we…?”

“Christ alive,” Bradley mutters, moving to stand. He starts for the ax, eyes narrowed. “Regular Shaggy and Scooby over here.”

“Hey,” Coyote says, mocking offense. “Which one am I?”

Any other time, you’d laugh. You’d play along. But you’re not in the mood to play around right now.

Bradley grabs the ax from the floor with all the authority of a hunter, raising it up and inspecting it half-heartedly. You and Coyote wait with your breaths held, watching Bradley give it a once-over.

Part of you, a very sleep-deprived part of you, imagines it will come to life and start hacking all on its own. You imagine blood and gore and Bradley’s face beat in. You have to close your eyes for a moment to collect yourself.

“Nothing,” Bradley sighs, still looking it over. “I mean, I don’t see anything--!”

Bradley pauses in the middle of his inspection, holding the ax so its blade is down and the handle is facing him. And there, just past the spot of blood and the mud and the grime, are the initials. Carved with something sharp, something precise--a bowie knife comes to Bradley’s mind for some reason--they’re engraved.

“What?” Coyote asks now.

“D.G.,” Bradley answers.

“Oh,” you whisper. You stand, cautiously cross the floor to fall in step with Bradley. He’s holding the ax with a deathgrip, throat flexing when he swallows hard. He’s holding it so hard that his cut begins to bleed, soiling the bandage. “Can I see it?”

He hands it to you at once, face plain with shock.

Running your fingers over the engravings, you sigh.

“Shit,” you whisper. “I don’t really know what this--what this means, but…shit.”

“I second that,” Coyote says. He looks down, shakes his head. “Jake was the one who got the axes, guys.”

Neither you nor Bradley say anything.

Shit is right.

“It could be a coincidence,” you say finally. “It--it is a coincidence.”

“Awful lot of those lately,” Bradley says, doing his best to sound non-combative. “I mean--!”

“Stop,” you tell him. “It doesn’t…it doesn’t matter. You took care of it already, right? So, no point in fighting about it.”

Stuffing the ax back in his hands, you run your hands through your hair and sigh hard and deep. Christ. Everything is shit right now.

“I’m not fighting you,” Bradley tries, staring at your profile. Your face is unchanging. “Gale, I’m not trying to fight you.”

Saying nothing, you sigh again. Bradley wants to hold your shoulders and make you look at him. He wants to hold your body close to his, even if you’re fighting it, even if you don’t want it and just scream: it’s me! It’s me and you! I’m not the guy you think I am right now! I’m me! Instead he just stares.

“I don’t really wanna talk,” you say, shrugging. “Not to you, anyway.”

He doesn’t understand how your tone is staying so even. He doesn’t understand why you won’t let him close, won’t let him in.

“I was trying to--!” Bradley starts, stepping closer to you. Your head snaps up and you look at him again, staring hard. He deflates. “You know…fuck. Just forget it, alright?”

“Alright,” you say quietly. “Forgotten.”

It’s so quiet that Bradley’s ears are ringing.

“How’s Bob?” Coyote asks just to break the silence.

Pressing the toe of your shoe into the ground, you shake your head.

“Not good,” you whisper.

What you don’t tell them is that you know death. You have been so close to it. You know its distinct scent like it’s the perfume of a dear old friend, one that only visits on foggy and cold nights. You know what it looks like up close, its nose almost grazing yours. You can practically taste it when someone is going to die. It makes your mouth fill with metallic saliva, makes your throat burn, makes your lashes quiver.

“Is he gonna make it?” Coyote asks.

You say nothing.

“Jesus,” Bradley mutters. “There’s nothing else we can do?”

“You mean nothing else I can do,” you say, narrowing your eyes at Bradley. “And no. There’s not. There’s nothing else I can do because I don’t have antibiotics or-or skin grafts or anything at all. I have morphine tablets and petroleum jelly. That’s all, that’s it! That’s all we have!”

As if to prove your point, your face burning hot, you reach in your pockets and pull out the little packets of petroleum jelly and the few tabs of morphine you have left.

Bradley is shaking his head.

“Gale, I didn’t mean it like that,” he says. He’s so tired. “Please, I really didn’t.”

But he’s tipped you over an edge you’ve been teetering on.

“We have nothing,” you say to him, stepping closer. You grip the packets. “So, I have nothing. Nothing.”

“We have each other,” Bradley says. He’s hurt--deeply hurt. You’re rubbing salt and lemon juice in his open wound. You have him--once upon a time, he feels like that would be enough. “Thought that counted for something.”

A sob suddenly rips out of your throat.

“Real great job you’re doing keeping us all together,” you finally say. “You’re really a beast tonight, you know that?” You say.

Bradley stares at you, taking it.

“I was trying to do the right thing,” he says, playing stoic. “You know, keep everyone else safe!”

“Except Jake,” you snap. A few tears roll down your cheeks and you wipe your face. “Right?”

On instinct, and because your tears have softened him considerably, Bradley reaches up to thumb some of your tears away. You jerk your face away from him--won’t let even the edge of his thumb graze your skin.

Coyote clears his throat.

Bradley doesn’t look away from you. You don’t look away from him.

Each of you are almost choking on everything there is to say.

“Speak of the Dev…uh, I’m gonna go check on him,” Coyote says. “Bradley, do you wanna come? Figured we should travel in packs.”

But then Bradley blinks and nods.

“Yeah,” he says to Coyote. He grips the ax. “Let’s go.”

“Knock four times when you come back,” you tell them. “And I’ll let you in.”

Once they’re gone, you lock the doors behind them, settling back down beside all the papers. Listlessly, you spread them out, sighing. You’re not sure how much more information you can take on this little bit of sleep. And you can’t stop crying now, the tears rolling endlessly.

“Fuck,” you whisper. You lean your head back on the wall. You think about the two men that love you here. “Fuck.”

You don’t know that you drifted off until you come screaming back into consciousness. With a jolt, you lean forward, blinking rapidly. It takes a moment for everything to hone in: there are real screams--the screams of children flooding the room, echoing off the walls, bouncing around in your aching skull.

“What?” You ask, scrambling to stand. “What is it?!”

Everything’s dark--so dark that you think your eyes might be closed still. But that’s when it dawns on you: someone cut the lights. And all the campers are screaming, wailing.

“Gale!” Phoenix screams in the dark. “Gale!”

“I’m here!” You yell back, grabbing the shotgun from the floor. Scrambling to find your finger positions, you stand up, keep the barrel aimed at the floor. “Campers! Campers--we’ve gotta stop screaming! We’re being too loud!”

Phoenix is gripping the doorway, her teeth sunk into her lower lip. Her heart is racing. She doesn’t know what to do--she doesn’t want to leave Bob. But she knows that you need help. She knows that the campers need help.

“Gale!” Phoenix calls. “What--what’s going on?”

You’re still getting your bearings, making sure you can find the safety and the trigger in the dark.

“Someone cut the lights!” You call over the screams. “It must’ve been--!”

That’s when the first noise comes. So loud, so distinct, that it halts the children’s screams in utter tandem. The doors are rattling. It is an unmistakable sound, one that makes every hair on your body stand straight up and reach for the stars.

Someone is trying to get in.

As if they suddenly understand why they have to keep quiet, the campers migrate in one homogenous blob, trampling each other to get further away from the door in the complete blackness of the room.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whimper, blinking rapidly. You move closer to the noise because you have to--it’s the only way you can find the doors. “Phoenix, I need a torch! Now!”

The doors shake rapidly again. The noise is so loud that it makes you startle. The handles are quivering, twisting, to no avail. The rusty hinges on the door cry and you step closer.

Suddenly, a beam of bright white floods the doors. It is a quivering beam, one that is in the grip of a quivering Phoenix as she comes achingly closer to you.

“Who…who is it?” She whispers to you, falling in step beside you. The very lining of her stomach is thin with absolute fear. Guttural fear.

“Bradley? Javy?” You call out.

No response. But the rattling halts for a moment.

“Shit,” Phoenix whispers.

You’re biting down so hard on nothing that you feel like you’re filing your teeth. Cold sweat dots your hairline.

“Who’s out there?” You demand, though your voice is thin. “Who is it?”

No response.

A long, long pause.

All you can hear is your own heartbeat, your own rapid breaths.

But then they come slowly and deliberately.

Knock… knock… knock.

The children begin to cry. Phoenix grips the straps of your dungarees, the white beam of the flashlight unsteady as fear overtakes her. Her eyes are wide as she looks at you--your face is hard, but your mouth is wide open.

“It’s not them,” you whisper to Phoenix. Dread drenches you. “I said four knocks. Four.”

“Maybe…maybe they forgot,” she whispers. But she knows she’s grasping for straws.

“No,” you whisper. “They didn’t.”

You cock the gun--the noise is severe and sudden.

“Whoever’s out there, I’ve got a gun!” You scream, your voice ragged. “Locked and fucking loaded! So, just get the Hell away from here!”

Quiet.

For a moment, you think they’re gone. It’s over.

And then the banging starts. It’s a noise so loud that your ears ring, a noise so loud that it almost knocks Phoenix on her ass. And then she’s openly weeping, gripping you.

“Gale,” she keeps saying, shaking her head. “Don’t let it get in!”

The banging is as if someone is going animalistic outside, as if they’re throwing their entire body onto the building. Someone depraved and desperate to get in. Someone depraved and desperate to get you.

“Get back,” you tell Phoenix, sniffing hard. You roll your shoulders, don’t look away from the doors as they seize from the pressure.“Get--get a weapon. Take the kids into the kitchen. Hide.”

Phoenix has never been so terrified in her life. The tears running down her face are involuntary, her entire body riddled with gooseflesh and chills.

“But--!”

You turn to her, eyebrows furrowed.

“Right now!” You hiss. “Go!”

And then she goes, wrangling all the children, making them run into the kitchen, shining her flashlight on Bob so no one steps on him.

Rapidly, you’re running through your lesson with Jake.

Heels planted firmly shoulder-width apart. You’re gonna be glad Jake showed you when you don’t get knocked on your ass from the recoil. Knees slightly bent, left foot a bit ahead of the other, chest pushed in every-so-slightly to mirror that foot.

And when you’re in this position, your eyes locked on the doors you’re sure are going to break down any second, when you’re preparing to come face-to-face with the priest form of evil and kill it, you think of Jake. You think of his front pressed against your back, of his laugh in your ear, of his scent thick beneath your nose, of his teaching.

“Alright, space cadet. Go ahead and flick that safety off.”

You flick the safety off.

“You got it, baby. Just breathe in, find that trigger, and exhale when you squeeze. It’s real easy. Promise.”

There’s a coldness to your lips right now as they tremble.

“If you try and step one foot in here, I’m gonna knock your ass down!” You scream. It’s a rage you haven’t known until a few hours ago, one that makes your fingers tingle and your chin wobble. “I’m gonna level you!”

The banging slows. The doors still bow from the pressure.

“You have three seconds to move away from the doors before I discharge my weapon!” You call out.

You inhale until you can feel it in your toes then hold it there.

One.

The banging slows more, but does not stop.

Two.

The doors bulge.

Three.

When you exhale, you pull the trigger. The blast makes your ears ring. And just like before, when you jolted and your shoulder became tender from the recoil, you know you got a bullseye. And it isn’t just because of that feeling in your gut. It’s because there’s suddenly holes dotted along the wooden doors that let in the white light of the moon--it’s because something makes a noise. It isn’t a scream, a startle. It’s a quiet and more collected sound, like the ones you’ve heard in your nightmares. It’s heavy breathing and snarling, clicking of the teeth.

But the banging is gone.

A shadow passes by the shrapnel holes, guarding the moonlight from your face. It is large, broad--but not monstrous.

And then it is gone.

Oh. It wasn’t the creature from your nightmares. No, of course not. Because those are only dreams. You’re only having a bad, bad dream. Whatever this is, whoever this is--you can hurt them. It’s possible.

A certain relief floods your body as your breathing returns to normal. And then it isn’t just relief but something akin to hope. Yes, hope is what you feel suddenly.

You did it. Bullseye, you got them. And you can get them again if they fucking try it.

“Hey!” You call out, turning away from the door. “Phoenix!”

The kitchen door creaks open. Phoenix stares at you, her heart in her throat.

“Did you kill it?” She whispers.

“I nicked it,” you tell her. Your heart is pounding still. “These doors, though--they’re not gonna hold if someone tries it again. We’ve gotta get outta here.”

“Where the fuck are we gonna go?” She asks, panicking. “No building can hold all of us!”

“Not a building,” you whisper. “And--fuck, Bradley and Javy haven’t come back.”

Phoenix goes pale.

“Fuck.”

♀

“This is a bad idea,” Phoenix whispers to you. Her face is wet with sweat, her cheeks flushed. “Just--just stay here with us where it’s safe.”

The two of you are standing in the narrow aisle of the old bus, all of the children tucked two to a seat in the back. All the older children are holding knives, the younger ones in groups close to Phoenix.

Bob is slumped in one of the first seats, groaning. Carrying him over here was the hardest part--you and Phoenix are still recovering, sucking in deep breaths.

“I’ve gotta find them,” you say. “Just in case they’re…”

Phoenix sighs.

“Are you sure you got it?” She asks.

“Yes,” you say. “I didn’t miss.”

The two of you look at each other for a long moment, the windows dusty and the seats groaning with every movement of the campers.

“What am I gonna do if someone comes?” She asks very seriously.

Swallowing, you nod.

“Fight,” you answer very seriously. “But I’m coming back.”

Now she nods.

You glance at Bob. He’s paler than before, writhing, blinking himself into consciousness.

“Here,” you whisper to Phoenix, reaching into your pocket and ripping off a few tablets of morphine. “Make him comfortable.”

She clutches the pills.

“I will,” she says. You turn around, holding the shotgun firmly in your arms, when Phoenix is overcome with a flurry of panicked emotion. “Gale,” she calls, stepping forward.

You turn, opening your mouth to answer her, when she suddenly latches onto you. She holds you tight, burying her nose in your neck. You hold her, too, moving the gun away from the both of you.

“I’m so fucking skeeved out,” she admits in a whispered voice. “Please don’t let us die.”

“I’m not gonna let anything happen,” you say decidedly. You shut your eyes, inhale the sweat on her skin. “I promise.”

Somewhere deep inside of you, you know this moment is going to keep you going. Her scent so salty and human, her breath hot on your throat, her tears like seawater on your stained shirt. Her begging.

Whatever you’re going to have to do out there, you’re going to do it for her. For Bob. For the campers. For Bradley and Coyote--wherever they are. For Fanboy and Payback.

“Please don’t go,” Phoenix tries again.

“You’ll be able to see whoever’s coming from a mile away,” you tell her. “And then you walkie me and I’m there, alright?” Phoenix is nodding, sobbing, but she doesn’t feel any less terrified. “It’s okay.”

But she knows, deep down in her soul, that it is not okay.

“Alright,” she whispers.

You close the big doors of the bus barn as if concealing everyone inside from what’s going on outside.

Shh. Hide. Don’t move.

And when you’re alone for the first time, the crickets chirping and the wind rustling the leaves, you think: what if Bradley and Javy are dead? You aren’t sure what time it was when they left, but it feels like a long, long time since they’ve come back. If they just went to check on Jake, whose cabin is just down yonder, they would’ve come back.

Maybe something got them. Maybe they’re lying somewhere, dying, their torsos ripped open and their eyes glassy. Maybe when you get close to them, you’ll smell death on them like you smell it on Bob. Maybe you’ll find them in a puddle of blood like you found Bob, your name dying on their lips as they take a final breath. And if they’re gone, if they’re really gone and the last thing you and Bradley did was fight then you don’t know how you’ll live--

“Shit,” you whisper. “Shit.”

You’re shaking as you march forward, ears perked and eyes wide.

There’s a permanent chill in your spine as you continue forward, searching the shadows for any sign of them or it.

When you make it to Jake’s cabin, you know something is wrong. There’s no sound, no light, no sign of life. And the door is cracked open, a sliver of black inviting you inside. And there, in the lock, is a kitchen knife jammed in. Like it’s waiting for you. Like it’s marking its territory.

“Jake?” You whisper, nudging the door open with the barrel of the shotgun. “Jake?”

No response.

The room is quiet and empty. There’s just enough moonlight flooding the room for you to see that the room is trashed. One of the windows is broken, the sheets are ripped, the cots are torn. And there are pieces of paper everywhere, in various degrees of disrepair.

But as you grow closer, carefully stepping over broken glass, you realize what the paper is. They’re pages from a book, ripped out, thrown about.

Leaning down, you pick one up.

“I’m bleeding to death!” Carrie screamed, and one blind, searching hand came up and clutched Miss Desjardin’s white shorts. It left a bloody handprint.

Your blood runs cold.

It’s your copy of Carrie--the one Rooster said he couldn’t find. But here it is, all torn up. And you notice, with your breath caught in your throat, that the word bloody is underlined with fat, black ink.

You lean down, grab another page.

Yet the facts are incontrovertible. When Carrie White realized she was bleeding from the vaginal opening, she had no idea of what was taking place. She was innocent of the entire concept of menstruation.

Yes, there, too. Every single page that you grab, hold in your hands, has the word underlined. Blood. Bloody. Bleed. Bleeding.

You’re lightheaded for a moment, racking your brain, trying to understand. But what is there to understand? You’re standing here, Jake isn’t, and someone highlighted every single instance of blood in the book Rooster took from you.

Maybe Rooster misplaced it--maybe it was tucked between the bed and the wall. Maybe this was supposed to be some practical joke and he was gonna give it back to you like that later, all marked up, but didn’t because of the present circumstances. Maybe Jake found it, tore it up in a rage. Or maybe Jake sat here and meticulously underlined every single word and then tore the book up before escaping.

No. No. You don’t accept that. You don’t accept anything. You need to move.

Marching out the door, you spare a glance in the direction of the bus barn. Good. The door is still closed. You don’t stop marching, gravel kicking up under your feet, until you’re standing outside the mess hall.

You’re about to open the door, about to call out, when there’s rattling from inside. A big sound--a thud, dragging.

A body dragging.

Prickles run up your spine, jolt to a sudden stop at the base of your neck.

“Who’s in there?” You call out, voice steady.

Bradley gasps in surprise, dropping Coyote’s arms.

“Gale?” He calls out in relief. “Gale, it’s me! We’re--fuck, we’re in here, birdie!”

Bursting through the mess hall doors, you find Bradley standing with a flashlight, looking at you with wide eyes. Coyote is on the floor beside him, eyes closed, body still.

Your heart drops.

“Coy--oh, my God,” you whisper, throat aching.

Bradley shakes his head.

“No,” he says. “No, he isn’t--someone just hit him on the back of the head or something. I found him like this. He’s alive, though--I checked.”

You rush over to Bradley, stomach fallen, and sink to your knees beside Coyote. There’s a small trail of blood where Bradley must’ve dragged him. Thrusting your finger beneath his nose, you sigh. His breathing is strong and hard.

“What--what happened? Where were you?” You ask Bradley, scrambling to your feet again.

Bradley stares at you, clutching the flashlight. There are tears on his cheeks.

“We went to check the perimeter after we checked on Jake--!”

“--Was he there?” You ask. “Jake?”

“Yeah,” he tells you, brows furrowed.

Fuck.

“He’s gone,” you tell Bradley. “He isn’t--I just came from the cabin. He isn’t there. It’s…it’s totally trashed.”

“Just like Paul’s place,” Bradley whispers. He shakes his head, sighing. “Jesus Christ.”

“You were gone for so long,” you tell him. You swallow hard, relief and anger and grief tangled up in your insides. “What happened?”

“We split up,” Bradley admits. He takes a tearful breath, runs his hands through his hair. That’s when you see it--he’s bleeding. The bandage on his hand is soiled and there are little tiny cuts running up and down his arms. You hold your tongue, just grab his arm and begin inspecting as he speaks. There are little bits of sediment and gravel in the cut--he must’ve fallen. “And we weren’t even a mile out of camp when I--when I heard screaming here. I came running back, like I was hauling ass, when I tripped on something.”

He looks down at Coyote--so do you.

“And then you dragged him back?”

“I was trying to get back here,” he tells you. “I was trying to get back to you.”

And then it hits you again--you thought he was gone. You thought he was gone and you would have to find him and smell death and see it and live it.

“And we weren’t here,” you whisper, voice quivering. “And you thought we were…”

He nods, sniffling hard.

“Yeah,” he answers. “I thought you were--God, I thought you were dead.”

“No,” you answer, screwing your eyes shut. “We were attacked. I mean, someone tried to get in--!”

“Someone tried to get in?” He asks, panicked. “Jesus, how did you--?”

You gesture to the shotgun. Bradley pauses, amazed.

“Bullseye, huh?” He whispers.

“Something like that.”

It’s quiet for a moment. You think about Bradley trying to get back to here after hearing all the screaming, after hearing all the commotion. And then you think about him finding an abandoned mess hall. Maybe he thought about it, too: finding your dead body.

“Bradley,” you whisper. Your lip trembles. You can feel it--your defenses crumbling. “Bradley, I’m so sorry. I’m so--so sorry.”

He holds both your cheeks in his hands. Just touching your skin lights something on fire deep inside of him, makes something come back from somewhere far away. He strokes your face, thumbs your tears.

Then he presses his forehead against yours and sighs deeply.

“We’ve gotta go,” he whispers to you.

By the time you’ve bandaged Coyote and Bradley, the sun is contemplating her rising. The day is morphing into a lighter blue than before, one that is accompanied by calling birds and the thick scent of iris flowers and dew drops on the grass.

Coyote readjusts on the bus seat, trying not to press his wound against the hard leather.

“I didn’t see it,” Coyote explains, rubbing his tender head. “I heard running--like, I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. And then bam! Everything went black.”

You swallow hard, glancing at Bradley. He’s sitting in the seat beside you, eyes downcast, face pinched.

“Are we gonna say it?” Phoenix asks, running her palms along her thighs. Her hands are sore from gripping the ax handle. “Or just keep pussyfooting around it?”

You very carefully roll the useless sleeve of Bob’s shirt down after cleansing his wound again--it’s beginning to fester.

“What?” You whisper, eyebrow perched.

She looks at you, sorrowful but serious.

“It’s Jake,” she says. “It has to be Jake. He’s the only one unaccounted for, right?”

No one says anything.

“We don’t know that,” you try again. But your voice is weak.

“We don’t know much of anything at all,” Coyote says.

“His room was trashed,” Phoenix says. “The book was hacked. Hacked!”

Sighing, you pinch your nose.

“Yeah, well, maybe there was a struggle.”

“There wasn’t any blood,” Bradley says. “Right? There wasn’t any?”

You shake your head.

“Well, sure there wasn’t…but why was the window broken and the door was open? Two points of entry means two people, right?”

No one has an answer for you.

“What about the knife? In the door.”

“He’s trying to scare you,” Phoenix answers. “You know…a warning or something. He can get in.”

Now you have nothing to say.

“Jesus…” Coyote sighs.

“Well, then, I’m gonna put my money on Jake,” Phoenix sighs. She holds her face, shakes her head. “We’ve gotta find him.”

“Find him? And do what?” Coyote asks. “Kill him?”

“Stop him,” Bradley answers for Phoenix. “Or else we’re back to being sitting targets.”

There’s a lull.

There is a certain responsibility sitting on your shoulders--one that is as heavy as the calloused, cracked hand of your overworked father. Something gnaws deep inside of you, makes your chest inflate with a deep breath.

You have to do the right thing.

“It’s starting to get light,” you say. “I’ll go west through the woods.”

Coyote and Phoenix look at you with wide eyes.

“What?” Coyote asks. “You--you’re gonna go out there? Again?”

“You’re gonna kill Jake?” Phoenix whispers.

“Jesus,” you hiss. “No one is killing anyb--we’re not killing each other. I’m not gonna kill anyone. I’m gonna find Jake and we’ll all sit together in the mess hall again until Fanboy and Payback come back, okay?”

Bradley looks at you--a beacon of light during all of this. He sees the way you’re leading, sees the way you’re putting yourself in harm's way for him, for everyone else. And he aches to be intrinsically good like you.

“Right,” Bradey says. “I’m going, too. I’ll go east.”

No one argues.

The two of you look at each other--give each other a firm nod.

You can do this.

♀

If the circumstances were any different, you’d enjoy your walk through the woods. It’s the kind of morning you really enjoy: there’s a slight chill in the air that pinches your nose, your ankles are wet with dew drops from the blades of sweet grass you’re stepping over, there are birds trilling as they glide through the blue sky from tree brand to tree branch, and the sun is a yellow burst of color rising in the distance.

But your head hurts--it’s either because of your lack of sleep or your lack of food or your lack of water, but probably all three. Your legs are sore, so sore that you’re almost stumbling through the woods. And the shotgun blast is still ringing in your ears, a perpetual single-tone whir.

Still, you trek forward. You’re at least a mile and a half through the thicket now, your ringing ears perked and your heavy eyes peeled.

“Jake?” You call out in a hushed tone, surveying the horizon. You’re expecting to see something peeking out from behind a tree, expecting to see it dodge behind when it sees you glancing in its direction. But nothing--just lush greenery and tall, tall oak trees. “Jake?”

Nothing.

You continue, trembling hands wrapped around the shotgun.

Leaves rustle in the distance. Probably a squirrel. But then the leaves keep rustling--and a few twigs snap. Straining, you listen closely, turning your head from side-to-side to locate the origin of the noise. Someone is panting--panicked and panting.

There. Head-on, dead-center. That’s where the noise is coming from.

Saying nothing, you halt, find the safety and the trigger. It’s almost reflexive now.

You’re not sure what you’re going to see when it appears suddenly in a blur of freckled white skin and a neon-yellow slicker in the distance. It takes you a moment to realize, with your heart in your throat, that Paul is just up ahead about fifty yards, running for his life.

“Paul,” you holler. You aim the gun at him, heart racing. “Paul--stop! Don’t--don’t run at me, Paul! Stop right there!”

The veins on your temples pulse.

Maybe it’s Paul. Maybe it’s Paul. Maybe it’s Paul.

“Run!” Paul screams, voice hoarse. “For God’s sake, run! He’s--he’s coming! He’s after me! It’s him! It’s him! He’s here! He’s back!”

Planting your heels in the earth, you rapidly shake your head.

“Stop!” You command again. Your voice echoes--a flurry of birdwings flap through the air and away from you and your mouth. “Stop it!”

He won’t stop running. He’s headed straight for you. He’s stumbling like he’s hurt already, eyes wide and mouth open as he pants into the morning air. He’s about to tell you to run again, about to scream for you to go and get away, as your finger finds the safety.

He’s only fifteen yards from you now. You breathe in deep, finger the trigger.

“I said stop--!”

The noise is like a whip, slicing through the air with a sense of duty and utmost precision. You aren’t sure what it is at first, just a blur of brown and silver, until it hits Paul and he’s down.

Frozen in your place, you blink rapidly at Paul’s form now lying on the floor of the woods. And there, gleaming in the sunlight, is an ax sticking out of Paul’s back. And you don’t have time to scream, you don’t have time to gasp, you don’t have time to do anything but open your eyes wide and let your mouth hang open and quiver.

Just as you look up to see its origin, the last bit of a form ducks behind a thick-trunked oak tree. There. There it is.

“I see you!” You scream. “I see you, you fucking coward!”

Nothing. No movement.

You take a few steps closer, eyes narrowed on the tree that hides the figure.

“I’ve got you!” You scream, cocking your gun. There are tears in your eyes. “I’ve fucking got you! You’re fucking cornered!”

It feels so good--so good that you’re shaking all over. It’s here, just before you.

You found it. You cornered it. You have the gun. He brought an ax to a gunfight.

And you take another step, intending to confront the figure, intending to end this all right now, when you hear something familiar and utterly distinct. Gurgling. Choking. Moaning. Sparing a quick glance at Paul, you see it, and maybe it’s because you’re an expert in this: signs of life. A twitch. Little noises.

No. You’re imagining things. Paul took an ax to the back. He’s gone. He’s gone and the last thing he saw was you pointing a shotgun at him in the woods.

Another step.

“Help,” Paul gurgles. “Help…help…”

Not tearing your gaze away from the tree, all the goodness floods your body in an instant. Your heart is racing and there are tears running down your cheeks.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Paul?” You whisper, not looking at him.

“Help…help…”

There’s that heavy hand of responsibility on your shoulder again--the hand of your father. You have a duty.

You took an oath.

May my life be devoted to service.

“Goddammit,” you openly weep, running to Paul. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Falling to your knees beside his body, you let the shotgun fall uselessly beside you. And just as soon as you turn your head away from the tree, from the figure, you hear the rustling of leaves. They’re running--retreating.

“Paul,” you say, sniffling hard. “Paul, I’m here.”

Paul is blinking rapidly, moaning, his mouth wide open.

Just from one look at the wound, just one singular glance, you know that it is fatal. The spinal cord is severed. And the blood--it’s spurting up and out and around. Your knees are already wet with it just from being beside him. Even when you press your hands down around the wound, it floods between your fingers and drips down your arms. His arteries have been severed, too.

You know there’s nothing you can do. You know that. Even if you were in a hospital right now with antibiotics and sutures and doctors and antiseptics, there’s nothing you could do.

“You’re gonna be alright,” you tell Paul, wiping your tears on the shoulder of your shirt. “Just hold on now, alright? Help is on the way.”

It comes out of your mouth before you can even stop it--the lies. It’s what you would want to hear if you were Paul, what you would want to hear if you were bleeding out.

Paul can’t speak--there’s blood coming out of his mouth now.

“Paul, it’s alright,” you repeat. “I’m--I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m here now. I’m gonna help. You’re gonna be okay.”

And then it doesn’t feel like a lie anymore. It feels like if you keep saying it, it will be true, it will be real. Maybe you can will it this way--maybe you can make him better because you want it so severely.

Blood oozes. You press harder--no avail.

“We just have to get you up, okay? I can’t--I can’t do this by myself,” you tell him, nodding. He gurgles. “C’mon, we have to--we have to go to the bus now, Paul.”

You stand--when you move your hands away from the wound, a waterfall of red splashes out and cascades down his back until it floods your shoes. You’re almost up to your ankles in blood now.

“Paul, stand up,” you say, nodding, swallowing hard. He doesn’t respond--his face twitches, he gurgles. You grab onto his arms and try to pull him up. “Paul, I need your help, too!”

If you were just a little bit stronger, you could get him on his feet. If you were just a little bit louder, you could’ve stopped Paul from running. If you were just a little bit braver, you would’ve charged the tree before you even realized that Paul was alive. If you were just a little bit quicker, a little more observant, you would’ve shot the figure before it even got Paul.

“Please,” you beg Paul, tugging hard on his arm. “Please, please, please get up! Get up! Get up, Paul! I can’t--I can’t do this on my own! Please!”

And suddenly it isn’t even Paul that you’re begging. It’s Bob. You’re tugging on his arm, his only arm, and he’s facedown in the mud and barely breathing. His glasses are knocked off and his skin is pale and he’s not responding to your begging at all.

“We have to get back,” you scream, sobbing out loud. “We have to go! I have to get you--I have to get you away from here!”

And then Bob is Paul again and Paul is not breathing and you’re still tugging on his arm to get him out of the woods.

Paul is dead.

Rationality comes screaming back to you, slaps your face like a switch. Dropping his arm, it falls down on the ground lifeless. Hurriedly, you push the hair off your face and stain blood on your cheeks again. The bleeding is unsteady and slow, tapering off.

You sit down. God, you’re so tired. And it feels good to sit.

Paul’s eyes are wide open, unseeing. Blood speckles his face and stains his lips.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. Your voice is hoarse. “You’re just dead, alright? I’m here with you. Soon, rigor mortis is going to set in, which just means you’re gonna get a little stiff. It’s nothing to be afraid of. Then it will be livor mortis, so you’re gonna have a nasty few bruises. Then algor mortis, okay? You’re gonna get a little chilly. Don’t be afraid, though. I’m here.”

Muscles unfold beneath your skin and scream for you to stay still. You move Paul’s white hair from his face, push it out of his eyes. And then, as gently as you can, you press his eyelids shut--it leaves fingerprints of blood behind.

For only a moment, you sit in silence. You’re reeling, really. Even though the world is still turning and someone is still hunting and your friends are dying, the grass is still growing and the sun is still rising.

You don’t remember the trek back to camp. It’s long and difficult, especially since you’re holding the shotgun and the ax now, still a mess of Paul’s blood. But when your feet touch the gravel, the sun is moving higher in the sky and Bradley is standing just outside the mess hall, seemingly waiting for you.

When he sees you, his heart stops. You’re a crumpled figure, more blood than woman, face twitching and back slumped as you lumber forward.

“Gale,” he calls, brows furrowed.

He hurries to you, head pounding. And when he reaches you, when he holds your face and rapidly begins inspecting you for visible wounds, for the source of the blood, you hardly respond to his touch. It’s like you don’t even know he’s there.

There’s a hum in your ears now, your heartbeat a steady lull.

“I couldn’t…” you start, voice hardly above a whisper. “I couldn’t…I tried to…”

“You’re covered in blood,” Bradley tuts, panicked now to find the source of all this gore. He turns your cheeks side to side, peels his eyes, tries to find a gash. “Baby, you’re covered in blood!”

You swallow hard--taste metal in your mouth.

“It’s not mine,” you whisper.

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Gentle pt. 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18) .

WARNINGS : fingering , Oral (m receiving) , P in V , choking, Praise , SMUT !!

IF YOU CONTINUE BEYOND THIS POINT , THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME IS ON YOU . ALL WARNINGS HAVE BEEN STATED .

PAIRINGS : softdom!lo’ak x brat/switch!fem human to omaticaya reader .

You were barley able to sleep , filled with such excitement and anxiety . Your avatar was ready tomorrow . You were having a ceremony much like jake did when he was transferred into his avatar for life . It was scheduled for tomorrow morning , but you couldn’t sleep . you could only think about the things you’re going to experience as one of the people . Joining hunting parties , flying your ikran , and not to forget , getting absolutely railed .

You weren’t too worried about getting used to life in your new body , as you lived through their ways your whole life . Running through the forest , usuing your bow , flying with lo’ak , but you were just so eager to finally be in the right body . Anticipating the moment you finally felt like you were yourself . “Lo? Are you awake?” you ask pressing the comm on your neck he gifted you . After waiting a few seconds , you hear . “Tanhì .. it’s the middle of the night..” GOD his sleepy voice is so sexy . “I cant sleep lo . can you come over please?” You’re trying to entice him with that sweet voice . “Baby you should really try and sleep ..” he manages to say . he’s on the verge of falling back sleep . “pleaseee , i’ll sleep better with you !” “fine , i’ll be over soon .” he says . Eventually he makes his way over

He immediately crawls into bed with you , taking you into his arms . As comforting as being held by him was , you still couldn’t find it in you to fall asleep . Maybe , if he helped you relax , you’d be able to get a little sleep before the morning .

You slowly turned over in his arms , facing him . You place a light gentle kiss on his lips , moving to his neck . You lift up your head and gently move it to his ear , and with a soft whisper you say “Lo , i cant sleep .” He opens is eyes and places a hand on your cheek . “and would you like me to help with that ?” he says , moving his hand in between your legs . You let out a soft moan . “use your words , tanhì.” he says . “yes lo , please please help me .” you say gently . He sits up , moving you onto his lap so you’re facing him . he kisses you softly , removing your loincloth and parting your folds with his fingers . “No wonder you couldn’t sleep , you’re so wet for me .” you let out a soft moan as he teases your clit . Before you know it , he’s plunging his fingers inside of you , almost making you scream . He places his hand over your mouth , “shh , you have to be quiet for me okay?” you nod in response , adjusting to the alien sized hands in your already small human pussy .

He continues to plunge his fingers into you , hard , while also curling them to hit the spongy part on the inside of your walls . You bite down on his hand slightly , trying to supress your moans . Seeing how desperate you are for him makes his ears perk up in excitement . He removes his hand , parting your lips with them . He instructs you to open your mouth . You tease his thumb with your finger , as he pushes it deeper into your throat .

You feel the knot begin to grow in your stomach , something about this dominant side of lo’ak pushed you closer to your orgasm even quicker . “fuck lo , uugh you’re gunna make me cum !” you attempt to say quietly . “it’s okay , be good and cum all over my fingers , yeah?” he says . He continues to pick up the pace , faster , harder , everything feels more intense . your breathing gets heavier , you curl into lo’aks neck trying to smother your moans . Not able to form a single word , you undo yourself all over lo’ak . The only sound you’re able to release is shaky moans . He holds you tight , guiding you through this much needed orgasm . Once your high is complete , you fall completely limp into his arms . He lays you down , cleaning the both of you up , before pulling you into his arms . “you feeling any better ?” he says with a smirk . Your body is completely warn out , thankfully . “yes , much better.” you say . Closing your eyes and drifting away to the sounds of his heartbeat . You cherish this size difference for the last time , as a part of you enjoyed how he was so huge compared to you . But the experiences you will have in your avatar body , will fully overpower any quality about being a human .

A couple hours later , lo’ak woke you up . “i’m surprised you haven’t woken up yet , did i tire you out last night ?” he said giggling . immediately you get up , “shit . what time is it ?” you say frantically . “haha calm down , you still have an hour and a half before we have to be there .” he gives you a hug in efforts to calm you down , seeing as your obviously stressed . You pick out your clothes for your avatar for when you are transferred . You’re so excited you can’t even eat , or let alone function . “Lo , can we go on a ride ?” you ask . You love flying with him . If you think pandora is pretty from the ground level , you should see it from up above . “of course tanhì .” he says . You step out side and follow him to where is ikran resides . He lifts you up onto her and gets on behind you . Making sure to hold you tight , as always . The way the wind hits your face , blows though your hair , it is everything you could dream of , and you can’t wait to experience this on your own . After flying to all your favorite places , lo’ak lands his ikran , and walks back with you to finish getting ready .

After what feels like forever , you are finally on your way to your transferring ceremony . Covered in vines , barley covered but you felt so secure at the same time . You made your way there . All the na’vi were plugged into the tree of souls , chanting . Lo’ak carried your body up to the base of the tree , were he placed you down with a kiss on your forehead . You greated mo’at . “oel ngati kameie , mo’at” you say . “oel ngati kameie , y/n. i am very excited for you , and i know this is who you are meant to be.” she says back in return . You close your eyes , slowly letting go of the grip of lo’aks hands .

All you see is bright lights , and then you see her . God , she is beautiful . The great mother , the one you’ve always imagined .

Before you know it , you open your eyes again . You see Lo’ak looking over you , with a smile on his face . You pick up your hands , and see that you are blue . You are blue , with stripes and bioluminescent freckles . Lo’ak helps you up . You take a look around , hearing and smelling things you’ve never smelt before . Mo’at takes your hand in hers , “You are one of the people now .” She pulls you into a hug , and you let the happy tears flow . She releases you with a look of positivity , and you turn to Lo’ak . “still pretty ?” you ask with a smile . “as always.” he says . You complete the rest of your ceremony , socializing with your friends and the sully’s .

There was so much you had to complete to catch up with the other na’vi your age . Thankfully , you already had a head start on most things . The language ? check . Bow and arrow ? check . The only thing you really needed to do was get used to this new body , complete the dream hunt , and tame your ikran .

Days pass , and you got used to your na’vi body pretty quick . You completed your dreamhunt , which was rough to say the least . Today was the day for you to tame your ikran . You woke up early to get some more training in with lo’ak before . “How did i never notice you smelled so good?” you ask . “It’s your new nose , tanhì . everyone has a scent , yours is like lavender.” he says . Finally , the time has come . You are headed up to tame your ikran . “lo , im a little nervous .” you say . “don’t be , if anyone was meant for this , it’s you.” He smiles , kissing you on your forehead . You make your way through the flock of ikran , until one chooses you . She hisses at you , confirming she has chosen you . To everyone’s surprise , you didn’t struggle one bit . In just a couple swift movements , you had her mouth closed shut and you were on her back , making the bond . You reassured her , calming her down . “You must seal the bond with your first flight . You ready tanhì ? be strong .” You nod your head . Fly . you think . She takes off , and you were only unsteady for a couple of seconds . You got the hang of this pretty quick . Like lo’ak said , you were meant for this . Not far behind you , there he was . Flying with a big ass grin across his face .

You two are having the time of your lives . Flying around together , teasing each other , and you finally land . Disconnecting from your ikran , you walk over to him . “Lo , that was amazing !” you say in full excitement . “That’s how i felt my first time flying , walk with me ?” He holds out his his hand , encouraging you to take it . You walk to the tree of voices , where he has set out a blanket , and some fruits , and old movie player he got from his had , and more . “Lo , you’re so sweet ! what’s this for ?” “i just wanted to make it special for you” he says with a smile . You walk over to the tree , plugging in with your queue . It’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before . Communicating with the ancestors , them guiding you , it’s so surreal . It’s something you’ve always wanted , and finally experiencing it .

You disconnect your queue in absolute bliss , completely overwhelmed by what you’re experiencing . He holds you in his arms , happy to see you happy . You pull away from him , kissing his lips with such passion and intimacy . Placing your hands on the back of his head , holding him tightly . He moves his hands down to your waist , pulling you in even closer , even though two are practically sandwiched together . “What’s that smell ?” you ask . “You smell my pheromones , my horny pheromones .” he says . “WAIT , so every time we’ve been together , and i’ve been horny and never said anything , YOU KNEW??” you look at him in awe , and slight embarrassment . “basically , yeah .” he says with a giggle . “but don’t worry , it was cute.”

He pulls you back in to continue kissing . He picks you up and you wrap around his waist , which hasn’t gotten any more difficult for him considering your huge difference in size . He places you on the blanket he has set up behind you , placing kisses on your neck while trying to feel every inch of your body with his hands . He takes off your top , Massaging your tit , and putting his mouth in the other . He circles your nipple with his tongue , sucking and nibbling . You release a slight moan , and his ears perk up at the sound . “So wet for me already tanhì ? don’t forget that i can smell you .” he says with a giggle . He unties your loincloth , making sure to tease you by gently sliding his fingers across your thigh . He rubs your pussy with his hands , making sure to keep eye contact with you . He plunges his fingers into you once again , and surprisingly even though you have grown , it feels just as good . He groans as he feels you clench around him . It is taking the most insane amount of self control to not devour you and fuck you senseless right now . He curls hitting that spongy spot he knows how to hit perfectly , loving the sounds of your moans making his cock grow uncomfortably hard in his loincloth . He finger fucks you faster , making you whimper . The way your clenching around him let’s him know the knot in your stomach is growing . He was always able to make you succumb to him so easy , always in perfect tune with your body . Your moaning is louder , and with every moan , he grows harder . “uahh fuck lo! fuck- your gunna- make me cum already !” you scream out . “i know princess , it’s okay . let go for me okay ?” You do as he says , undoing yourself so quickly but that’s just the affect he has on you . You’re screaming his name , but honestly you wouldn’t care if anyone heard you . You’ve been waiting for this for so long .

You regain your breath , and sit up to look at him . “Let me please you , lo.” his tail wags in excitement . you lay him down , kissing him passionately while taking off this loincloth . Even tho you’ve seen his dick like 50 times , you wont ever get used to the size of his 13 inch cock . You spit on it seductively , stroking up and down with a firm grip . His eyes roll back in his head , and he was completely in a euphoric state . You place a kiss on his tip , slowly going down on him . You make sure to put pressure , which you know he loves , and every suck he lets out a staggered breath . You continue sucking him off , eventually taking his whole length which makes his body shake and he releases a loud moan . “Fuck tanhì . how’d you get so good at this ?” you smile back at him , and your tail swishes knowing you doing a good job for your first time . You continue doing this throating him every once in a while , and that makes him go crazy . He places his hand on your chin , lifting your head up , and says “your crazy good at that , but i don’t wanna cum just yet.”

He places you back down on your back . Kissing you and holding you tightly . “Lo , i want you . I want all of you . I’ve waited so long for this moment .” He smiles looking back at you , knowing this is what he wants too . “are you sure tanhì?” he looks at you to confirm . “Yes , im sure .” you respond smiling .

You lift your head up , pulling out your queue from underneath you , lo’ak pulls his from behind him . holding your hand , and you two connect . You both let out shaky moans , because now you can feel everything he feels . His memories , everything , you now have access to them . You lean in kissing him , remembering how much you loved this boy in front of you .

He lines up his top with your entrance , holding you tight as he pushes in . “You’re so wet tanhì , so good for me.” You let out loud shaky moans adjusting to his huge size . Eventually , he bottoms out . You’re pretty sure you can feel him inside your stomach . He starts out with a slow pace , allowing you to adjust to him . “Lo , you’re always so gentle with me . I need you . All of you.” and before you know it , he’s absolutely pounding into you , the pain is pleasurable . Even though you guys have never had sex before , he knows your body so so well . “aauh fuck lo’ak !!” You’re getting dizzy from the air exiting and entering your lungs so fast . “you like it like that ? you gunna be able to keep it up with me ?” He wraps his hand around your neck , suppressing your airway slightly . “fuck you feel so good baby.” he groans , feeling the knot grow in his own stomach . You cant even form a word , your so dick drunk right now you can’t even function , all you can feel is yet another orgasm coming along .

“FUCK LO , YOUR- YOUR GUNNA MAKE ME CUM!!” you scream out . “yeah tanhì ? how bad do you want it ?” he asks with a mischievous grin . “I need it lo- I need it so bad . Please lo! PLEASE let me cum!!” tears filling up in your eyes from the pleasure , and once again , you squirt all over him . The feeling sent lo’ak over the edge , spilling his seed and coating your walls white. He pulled out if you slowly , biting his lip as he watched his cum lose out of you . The sight of you a whimpering mess almost instantly makes him hard all over again.

He instructs you up to your hands and knees . “Lo ? i’ve only just finished-“ you attempt to say as he interrupts you . “You said you didn’t want me to be as gentle , that means your gunna have to keep up with me tanhì” he says with a smirk , immediately trusting into your overstimulated cunt already dripping with his cum . You let out out a loud moan , immediately getting dizzy again . “You’re so good for me , you’re gunna be strong for me yeah ? your good at that.” he says while leaving a handprint on your ass . The feeling has you whimper in pleasure . “Yes lo !! i’ll be so good for you!” you whimper back to him . He can feel you clenching tighter and tighter , indicating you’re so close to your next high . “hold it a little longer pretty girl , i’m not finished with you just yet.” so you comply . His strokes get harder and faster , absolutely testing your limits . You’re crying from pleasure at this point , until he finally grants you permission to release . You’re both moaning simultaneously , letting yourselves go in eachother . At this point , you were completely dick drunk and couldn’t take anymore . Lo’ak pulled out of you , disconnected his cue , and gave you a kiss on the forehead . “you okay tanhì?” he asks , completely out of breath and still processing this moment himself . you manage to make sense of a couple words , “never better.” You roll over , kissing him on the lips and snuggling up close . Once you both have come back to reality from the high you two were in , you explore everything else he has set up for you , the food , the flower petals , this was truly the best night ever with the love of your life . And thank god you mated with a man who knows when to be gentle , and when not to be .

I really hope you guys enjoyed this 🥹 . I love you all and cannot wait to publish more ! send recommendations , more fics in the works ❤️

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