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dead-girl-prolific · 3 months

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Jane The Killer Oneshot (fluffbruary)

A/N: tried to make it as gender neutral as possible

For February of 2024 I will attempt to do a prompt every day, to get more comfortable with writing again. I forgot to post this sooo, here. as a present: a playlist!!

TW: FLUFF! and also this stuff;

mentions/topics of Mental & emotional abuse, jeff is a trigger warning because he's jeff, mentions of sex, topics of sexuality and religion, idk how to word this but (mentions of pictures being taken during intercourse???), mentions of masturbation, girls kissing.

GIF by kgymz

"The Comment..."

Walking back to the mansion was decently annoying; after all, you were dealing with two of the MOST difficult pastas to work with, Jane and Jeff.

Between their constant bickering and your ever-growing headache, you held on tight to your boyfriend’s hand and squeezed it tightly whenever he said something that would piss Jane off. Jane held in her remarks quite well until Jeff made a comment on Jane’s family.

That’s when you lost it for her. She was your friend; you didn’t know why she liked hanging out with you so much, especially after you and Jeff got together. But she did; she did like you; you just weren’t sure how much.

“Jeff, that is enough. I’m fucking sick of you; all you do is complain, start fights, and then bitch when you can’t win. It’s not cool,” you said, taking a breath. "Plus, bringing up Jane's family? Really? What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you told me you were over this, and you fucking lied to me. You clearly can’t help but get all cocky over the fact that you hurt Jane, you can’t let go that you killed her family, and you know she fucking hates you, so why open your mouth? Because you like the attention? Or because you NEED attention, no matter if it’s good or bad.” You exhaled and let go of his hand.

Jeff was speechless by your sudden lecturing, but you could tell that he did not enjoy it. He liked you a lot, mainly because you were the only one who never lectured him like he was a moody teen.

His brows furrowed, and he scoffed.

“Why does it matter to you so much? It’s not like I did it to you.” He stopped walking, and you and Jane stopped several feet in front of him.

“She’s my friend; that's why it matters.” You responded simply. Jane still hadn’t spoken since you two began 'arguing; she just stood there, looking at you with what you hoped wasn’t hatred for speaking on her behalf.

Jeff started forward for a while until you swear you heard a “click” as it suddenly clicked into his head.

“You like her, don’t you, y/n?” Jeff asked, anger bubbling into his features.

“Wha-i- No?" You responded with a blush flooding your cheeks.

“You fucking liar!” he shouted.

“Don’t raise your voice at her.” Jane finally spoke. A cool tone sent shivers down your spine.

“And what are we going to do if I do it again?” Jeff snarkily asked. Jane stayed quiet.

“That’s what I thought.” Jeff smirked.

“Y/n? Do you like this bitch?" he spat. Every ounce of love he had for you was almost instantly gone. It was all a big misunderstanding, right?

You stayed quiet.

“I’m not going to ask you again. Fucking answer me!” He raised his voice again, which made you slightly flinch.

“I can't; you’re my boyfriend; if I did like her, it would be wrong; that and I'm straight; I can't." You kneeled down and grabbed your head, pulling at your hair. You’ve always struggled with your sexuality; you also struggled with religion and what you believed in. You thought being anything but straight was wrong, but you still supported people and their decisions.

Jeff glared at you; he knew all of this, and he used it as an advantage. He knew that when you were mentally weak, he could plant seeds in your brain. He was cruel, and he knew it.

“Get the fuck up and answer the damn question.” He snarled, his knuckles turning white on the hilt of his knife.

Jane took a step toward you and gently lifted you off the forest floor.

“It’s okay; you don’t have to tell him anything; you can just keep walking, and we can go home," she said with a soft whisper.

“Get off of them. Now.” Jeff ordered.

You stood up and turned around to face him. You looked him dead in the eyes, and suddenly everything he programmed into you—everything your family had taught you—fell away.

You had never stood up for yourself when it came to him. You let him talk sh*t about you in front of the other pastas, you let him make comments about your body in front of his friends, and you let him talk about sex publicly and how you were at it. You finally had enough; you knew he was trying to break you.

"For one, Jeff, I liked it better when you and I are alone; you are always so much nicer to me, but we’re always in front of everyone else, and when we are alone, it’s usually because you're horny. You are always nice to me when you want something. You are so fucking selfish; I have no idea what I saw in you. You’re fucking pathetic. And for two, yes, I find Jane attractive. What the fuck does it matter? I chose to love you, didn’t I? And look what you did with my love; you abused your power over me and used me. I thought we had something special. The third thing I want to say is, We’re over. Have fun jerking it to the pictures you have of me that you thought I didn’t notice.”

Jeff stood there, trying to process what you said to him. Jane snickered.

When you first arrived at the mansion, your poor little brain took refuge in Jeff; he was your first friend. After Jeff, you made a couple more friends, and after Jeff asked you out, you pushed everyone else away for him because he told you to. He mentally abused you for months, and you finally snapped.

“Hear that, you little punk, your ex thinks I'm attractive.” Jane laughed and wrapped an arm around your waist.

You blushed and stared directly into Jeff's eyes.

“There’s a reason I'm here, Jeff, and it’s not for you or anyone else; I'm here because I took care of myself, and I won't stop taking care of myself. So fucking cry about it.”

Jeff’s fingers twitched around his blade, and he turned around and walked away.

Jeff was never one to be quiet, but he genuinely couldn’t have said anything to change your mind, and he knew that. He just hopes he can do better, because in the beginning he really did love you; he just can't control himself. And that was the problem.

Jane and you walked through the woods and talked quietly. She was mostly reassuring you that you made a good choice and that it was self-preservation. You were just trying not to cry.

Jane was extremely supportive of your choice and your mental health. She grabbed your hand, and the two of you returned to the mansion, fingers intertwined.

*Two hours later*

Jane and you were hanging out in her room as she painted your nails black to match hers. Jeff returned to the mansion an hour after the two of you did.

You were tempted to apologize to him, but Jane stopped you several times. After she silently painted your nails, she looked up at you and sighed.

"Look, y/n, I'm flattered that you stood up for me, and I think it's cute that you think I’m attractive, but do you actually like me?” She asked, and her pale green eyes bore into yours behind the black mesh of the mask’s eyes.

“Yes, you’re probably my favorite person to be around in this hell hole. You make being here worth everything I did, and I'd do it all again if it meant I could be with you.”

She let out a breathy laugh and grabbed the bottom of her mask.

“I’ve never really liked my appearance behind my mask, so please close your eyes."

“Alright.” You sheepishly smiled and waited. You heard shuffling and the shifting of fabric.

“What are you-?" You couldn’t finish speaking because her lips were already on yours, and you loved it. Her lips were smooth and featureless from the scarred tissue; her lips didn’t really feel like lips, but it didn’t bother you.

You hesitantly reached your hands up to the sides of her face, and she grabbed them, forcing them back into her lap. You smiled, and she pulled away.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked with a quizzical tone.

“I like how shy you are around me when we’re alone, but I also like how you trust me enough to do this with me.” You responded, but the lids were still closed.

There was shifting, and then a "clip,” and she hummed. You opened your eyes, and her mask was back on.

"Well, if it helps, I find you attractive too.” Jane said, a smile evident in her voice.

A/N:

i have a couple headcanons littered throughout this oneshot, i might make a headcanon list for all the characters i've written for/writing for, which is currently four/five but i'll add more. also this is my first oneshot so sorry if it's totally horrendous, i've had a big fat girl-crush on jane since forever, this took me 3-4 hours so i'd say it's rushed a little, but either way i hope it was remotely enjoyable.

also did ya'll know jane had/has green eyes?? i forgot lol.

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 2

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

If you heard the names Casey or Steve one more time you might go insane. Stu ran up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. "Boo!" The binder you held in your arms unceremoniously hit the floor. "Let go of me weirdo." You struggled but he didn't let go. "Did ya hear about Casey and Steve?" You could scream. The heel of your Mary Jane shoes made contact with his toes making him lose his grip. With a huff you picked up your belongings. "Why is everyone so obsessed with them?" Stu cocked an eyebrow at you. "Uh because they were slit open like pigs in a butcher shop?"

"I get that trust me thats all anyone can talk about. But you can't act all sad like you've lost a loved one and then talk in great detail about what organ fell out where. It's inhumane." He leaned back on the lockers listening to you rant. "Yesterday was a complete shit show. That Steve guy was a prick to me and he didn't even know my name yet. So he can't be the saint everyone's making him out to be. Murders happen everywhere all the time these two aren't going to change anything."

"Interesting take from Marry Poppins. What's got your panties in a bunch today?" You opened your locker putting away your things for lunch. "Some asshole started talking to me in 2nd period about how in a movie I'd be a prime suspect because the murders started when I got here." Randy. Stu knew the moment you brought up movies. "Well you did say Steve was an asshat, that's motive Y/n." He was right but let's be real here. You couldn't take on an athlete if you were paid. You rubbed your face in frustration. "Relax I know it's not you. You'd cry if you got blood on that cute little dress of yours." It really wouldn't matter you knew how to take practically any stain out of a piece of clothing.

"You'd be surprised." Just as the words left your lips a kid bumped into you knocking you into Stu. His hands conveniently found your hips. "Watch where you're walking asshole!" Stu shouted with a laugh. You pulled yourself away from him trying to straighten your dress with your hands. "Hey I'm meeting Tatum and everybody by the water fountain, you in?" The idea of being around more people wasn't ideal. Stu could see on your face you didn't want to. "Oh come on Billy's going to be there." He wasn't dumb. Billy was an attractive guy, he was well aware of that. All the girls had a thing for Billy, you were no exception.

"If I go you can't just completely ignore me because I only know you two." Stu shut your locker for you as you continued to walk. "Ignore you? I could never. You could sit on my lap if you wanted to." You fake gagged making him laugh. "I don't think your girlfriend would like that." He just shrugged his shoulders. "Eh I do what I want." This doesn't surprise you. "You are a peace of work." The doors opened letting the light bombard your skin. "Picasso baby!" Stu shouted as he grabbed your hand pulling you towards the fountain.

"Fresh meat everybody!" He declared as you stood uncomfortably in front of everyone. Billy looked more than unamused at your appearance. "Y/n right? You're in my math class?" You nodded at the girl with brown hair. She stuck out her hand for you to shake. "I'm Sydney Prescott." Billy shook his head with a smile. "Nice to meet you Sydney." She smiled up at you and returned the sentiment. "She's the killer I'll bet anybody 10 bucks." If looks could kill he'd be six feet under. "Randy knock it off. You think this adorable face could murder?" Stu pinched your cheeks with a grin on his lips. "Not a chance." He let go and found a seat next to Tatum. "Plus there's no way a girl could've killed them."

"Scoot over let her sit down." Billy huffed but did what Sydney told him. "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be a female, Basic Instinct." You nodded in Tatum's defense. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing." Stu looked over at all of us before looking at Tatum. "Yeah Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is it takes like, a man to do something like that." Sydney looked down at the ground uncomfortable with the conversation.

"I don't know feminine rage is pretty scary. Do you know how many cheating husbands get stabbed to death or fed to the dogs by the wife. The fact is women know how to get a job done quickly and quietly. Men get cocky and want to play around that's how they get caught." Randy snapped his finger point at you. "See what I mean!" Stu laughed and Billy just looked at you with intrigue.

"How do you gut someone?" The honest tone of Sydney's voice made everyone quite down. "You take a knife and you slit them from groin to sternum." Billy sat up seemingly done with the gorey details. "Hey, it's called tact fuckrag." Billy looked at Stu his eyes once again saying more than his words did.

"Change of subject, I like your dress it's very Hepburn." Tatum spoke up. You cleared your throat trying to shake off that uneasy feeling. "Thanks I made it myself." She sat up in shock. "No way! You should totally make me one." If only it were that simple. "You think I'd look good in something like that babe?" She asked Stu and if you knew anything about him he'd give a smartass answer. "I think it'd look better on my bedroom floor but hey." She smacked his arm as everyone shared a laugh.

Stu continued rambling on about the murders with Randy. You were sick of hearing about it and it appeared so was Sydney. Her hand rested on Billy's knee as he whispered something to him. He nodded as she left a kiss on his cheek. The moment she left his demeanor darkened even more. He looked truly angry at this point. You assumed it was because Stu had upset her. Billy leaned next to you just enough to hit Stu's arm. "Ow man what gives? I was joking!" Billy was the next to get up followed by Randy.

"Hey Y/n? Are you doing anything Saturday? Me and Syd were going to hang out this weekend you could totally join." You knew Stu and Billy had plans to hang out with you and by the look on Stu's face he'd be upset if you said yes to Tatum. "Can't. My dad's going to be gone this weekend so I have to house sit." The smile on Stu's face was far from innocent. "You think with a killer on the loose you should be home alone?" She had a point but you doubted there was a serial killer running around. "I know how to lock my doors I'll be fine. Promise."

The school day went by fast thankfully. But once again everyone crowded around your car. "I'm not giving you a ride today." You shook your head. "I was thinking we could all go riding around maybe go to the mall? Someone's got to give you a tour." Stu said gesturing to the friend group you know found yourself a part of. "You don't have to of course." Sydney chimed in. She was probably the nicest one out of the group. "Who's got money for gas?" In an instant Stu handed you a crumpled up 100 dollar bill. "That should cover it and don't ask where its been." He noticed the shock on your face. "Don't worry there's more where that came from." He winked at you and Tatum rolled her eyes. You shoved the bill in your purse snapping it shut.

"Ive got work today so I'll catch you all later." Randy said as he walked away. You felt a little bad you were relieved at his absence. "Okay I've got bench seats so three people can sit up front and three in the back. "I call back seat with Stu." Tatum pulled at his shirt dragged him to the back. "No doing anything weird back there this is my dad's car." Tatum just laughed and Stu stuck his tounge out shaking it at you in protest. "Oh shit I forgot I've got to study for that exam tomorrow. I have to get home." Stu started to boo and Tatum echoed her boyfriend. "We'll only be gone a couple hours Syd."

"I have to pass this test Billy. You go ahead and go. You guys have fun!" She grabbed her bag and headed off towards the busses. Billy sat in the passenger seat again same aggravated look on his face. "Would it kill you to smile?" You asked lightheartedly. He turned to you flashing the fakest smile you'd ever seen. "See was that so hard?" Sarcasm dripping off your words. "Incredibly."

The mall wasn't hard to find after Tatum gave you some directions. You weren't sure how this little outing would go. On one hand it was nice having friends and spending time with people but on the other you and Billy were third wheeling. You had only been through half the stores and Stu already managed to spend an egregious amount. "Ooh help me pick out a set." Tatum said pulling Stu into the Victoria's Secret. Billy followed them in so you had no choice but to follow suit. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Billy asked as he touched the lace fabric on a teddy. "Odd question to ask considering you have a girlfriend."

"Fuck me for trying to make conversation." You laughed and decided to play along. "I do. We're trying the whole long distance thing." Billy found it hard to make eye contact with you. Choosing to play with and pick up anything around him to keep his hands busy. "He's probably cheating you know? Teenage boys do that." You're beginning to think both him and Stu have absolutely no filter. "Probably but it's not the like the guys around here are any better. I mean look at you and Stu." You're eyes flickered over to Stu holding up a bra to his chest declaring he was a girl. With a shake of the head you turn back to Billy. His eyes met with yours and for the first time he didn't advert his gaze. "Do you wear anything like this?" He gestured towards the thongs and see through bras.

"Nah I'm more into ropes and whips." You joke thinking if anyone would find it funny he would. His eye grew just a tiny bit wider surprised at your response. His lips quirked upwards a small smirk playing at his mouth. "I'm kidding!" Your face grew hot as he looked back down at what you were wearing. "No you're not. You're a freak. It's always the nice girls." Scoffing at that you wiped your hands down your dress trying to pull it further down your legs.

He smiled knowing he was making you uncomfortable. "You're a real creep you know that?" He held up in hands in fake surrender. "You caught me." Tatum shouted your name from across the store. "That's my que." You had no idea where she was or what she was doing. "She's in the dressing room I offered to help but ya know." He raised his eyebrows suggestively as if you didn't already know what he meant.

"Tatum it's me." You knocked on the door and it opened immediately. Her arm stuck out grabbing you and pulling you in. "You've got to stop doing that." You said in a hushed voice. "Opinions?" She said as she spun around practically naked. The red lace nightie left little to the imagination. "Um I think it looks cute. It doesn't cover much does it?" You ask and she laughed. "That's the point silly. You don't think it makes me look fat?" She was so skinny you worried about were her organs were let alone be over weight. "You look fine hun. I'm gonna go check on the guys." She said alright and let you slip out of the dressing room.

"We got you something." Stu shook the bag in front of your face startling you. "He got it." Billy spoke up as you took the bag from Stu. "No you grabbed it and said it would-" A swift punch to the ribs shut the blonde boy up. "Don't open it till later." Billy said and for some reason you agreed. "Is she about done in there?" The door opened and Tatum eagerly ran to the checkout desk. Stu like a puppy followed right behind her leaving you and Billy alone again.

"What did you get me?" Once again his eyes were on the floor. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He quipped his eyes finally reaching your face. "I would. That's why I asked." You both smiled at the small reenactment. "You didn't have to get me anything especially from here." He grabbed the bag from you tying the ribbon strings together. "Don't get too excited it's not a ball gag or anything." You smacked his arm snatching the bag back. "Plus I didn't pay for it. Rich boy over there did." He pointed at Stu.

"I'm hitting up Spencer gifts who's coming with me?" Going into that store with Stu was probably the dumbest thing you could do. "I'm in." You said mentally regretting it. "I'll go where you go." Tatum said as she hugged his arm. The last one to go was Billy. "Let's just get this over with." Stu practically ran to the opposite end of the mall with Tatum tossed over his shoulder. "There's no way your feet aren't killing you." Billy said looking down at your heels.

"I grew up in high heels mister. I could run in these bad boys if I had to." You weren't kidding. Growing up in a household where you had church every Sunday and you only had one pair of sneakers, you could run in heels. "I doubt that." He was getting more comfortable around you. Billy didn't even realize it. He used to be fun. He used to screw around and let loose like Stu does. Since his mom left and the world seemed to collapse around him he just had one to many stabs in the back.

"Wanna race?" He looked at you with a childlike curiosity. He would win he knew that much. Considering his murderous tendencies he could beat you in ten seconds flat. "I run to the store and if you catch me before I get there you win. What do you say?" Before he could answer you took off running. It was supposed to be fun for the both of you. A little game of cat and mouse. What you didn't realize was how seriously he would take it. The simple sound of his boots gaining up on you was terrifying. Your laughter stopped as you sped up.

You ran around people, who were then pushed out of the way by Billy. This was no longer a game. He was trying to catch you. The click of your heels got faster and faster till you ran into someone. "Woah there what's going on?" You looked up and saw Stu waiting at the door of Spencer's. You won. Billy was just two steps behind you the entire time. "Damnit!" He exclaimed appearing genuinely pissed that he didn't grab you. Tatum chimed in asking him what the hell was going on. After all to them it seemed like something horribly wrong had happened. "We were just playing. I told him we'd race each other." You looked back at Billy trying to catch his breath.

"Billy Loomis playing a game? Now that's unheard of." Stu gasped as he walked in the store. You approached Billy deciding to check on him. Your hand touched his shoulders as they heaved up and down. "Are you okay?" His hand wrapped around your wrist tighten enough to bare pain. "I'm fine." He flung your hand away, leaving you behind as he walked in the store. So much for that. It was hot and cold with him. You couldn't figure it out and you weren't sure if you wanted to.

Stu and Tatum were over in the novelty section making dirty jokes and just getting on each other's nerves. You didn't know where Billy went. You walked to the back of the store ignoring the adult toy section. You looked down at your stockings noticing the big rip on your right leg. "Shit!" You cursed picking at the hole. Going through the short selection of stockings they had to offer you finally settled on a pair. They were thigh highs which is something you usually didn't wear. Victoria's secret bag and stockings in hand you walked up to the cashier and paid.

Afterwards you met up with Stu and Tatum who were as equally ready to leave as you were. "Where's Billy?" She asked. "I have no idea." Stu leaned over trying to peak into the Spencer bag. "You get something from the back?" You did but you weren't going to be honest about it. "I did. I got it for Tatum though. She deserves at least six inches." She started to laugh as Stu acted all dramatic. "Ha ha really funny. Go ahead laugh it up. I'll have you know she's perfectly content with what she's got." Tatum shook her head making you laugh even harder. "You guys ready to go?"

"Where'd you go?" You asked Billy as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Bathroom." You're not sure what you did to piss him off. Is he butthurt that you beat him in a race? That can't be it he's not 5. He shouldn't be upset by such a small thing. "Let's go bitches!" Stu and Tatum walked hand in hand once again leaving you and Billy to talk. "Did I do something wrong?" You ask gingerly not to upset him further. "No." Another one word answer.

"We can race again. I'll let you catch me this time. I'll play dead and everything if you'd like." You laughed trying everything in your power to make him tolerate you again. "You would?" You weren't being serious but if that's what it took so be it. "If you'll stop being mad at me I will." That somehow put a smile on his face. "Should I start running?" You joke and he actually chuckles. "No no. We'll save that for later."

Everyone makes their way to your car getting in the same seats as before. "I know where Stu lives where do you two live?" You sit your bags in the floor next to Billy's black combat boots. "I'm going to her house before I go home so you can take me there. She's going to take me home before they pick up Sydney." She proceeds to giggle at the admission. "Just drop me off at Stu's" Billy says as he slicks his hair back. "Do you live at Stu's place?" You start the car leaving the mall in your rearview mirror. "Stu's parents are never home so they practically live together."

Billy looked out the window not making eye contact with anyone in the car. "Means I throw the best damn parties our school has ever seen." Stu and Tatum rejoiced in the back. That fact left more questions than answers. It made sense why Stu seemed to be so flippant with money. It even explained his overall behavior. Billy's case however was different. How bad was it at his house that he needed to live with Stu? In all honesty you felt bad for both the boys.

"Hey Billy open the glove compartment and play something." He did as told until he saw the contents of the glove box. "What the hell?" He said as he pulled out an 8 track. "Listen my dad had an 8 track player put in back in the 70s so that's all I got." With a smile on his face he dug through all the boxes.

Pushing the tape into the car AC/DC blasted through the speakers. "How'd I know you'd pick that one?" He carefully put all the tapes back where he got them. "I have good taste what can I say?" He shrugged. First stop was Tatum's house. She gave you the directions which you quickly found out she lives on the same street as you. "Your lights on upstairs is your dad home? I saw your car in the driveway this morning." Tatum asked pointing at your house. Fuck. "So this is where the mysterious Betty Crocker lives." Stu laughed putting on his best Vincent Price voice. Billy was just satisfied in knowing where you live. "Yeah my dad is. He's probably sleeping though he's got to get up early in the morning which means I've have to get home so scoot." You waved the couple out of your car quickly.

You pulled away getting just a couple houses down the road before your car began to stall. "What's wrong?" Billy asked as you look around. "I don't know it hasn't done this before." You turned the car off and on again but nothing happened. "Does it have gas?" You didn't get gas. The crumpled 100 was still shoved in your purse. "Son of a bitch." You cursed as you hit the steering wheel. "Hop out I've got to go get the gas can out of my garage."

"Do I get a house tour?" You stayed quiet genuinely upset at your ignorance. "Listen when we go inside I want you to be quiet. Okay?" Billy nodded as you unlocked your front door. "Holy shi-" You immediately covered his mouth. "I told you to be quiet." Slowly you pulled your hand away and he stepped into the house. "What year do you think it is?" You shut the door as quietly as possible knowing your dad could get up at anytime. "Oh shut up." Billy looked around at the old pictures, the old decor, really the old everything. Billy didn't come from rich parents like Stu. Your house was definitely bigger and better but it didn't have the rich person feel. Billy's house wasn't the problem for him, it was the people in it. It used to be a happy home but all that was waiting for him now was alcohol and fights.

While you sat your bags down he looked around the place. It looked like no one had bought anything new for the place since the 70s. The TV in the living room was 90% wood and the kitchen was a tacky yellow. All the appliances on the counters had to be at least 20 years old. Hell the phone on the wall was a rotary dial phone. Billy felt like he was walking into the Myers house.

"Let's go!" You whisper yelled at him the heavy gas can pulling on your arm. "Give it to me." Billy grabbed the can with ease helping you out the front door. He went ahead and filled the car up for you so you could run the empty can back inside. "Thank you." You said with a huff throwing yourself in the driver seat. "It's nothing." He replied already ready to go. Before you did anything you peeled the heels off your feet tossing them in the back seat. The next to come off were your ripped stockings. Billy watched as your upper thigh was exposed. He could see the hem of your pink underwear before you caught him.

"Perv." You smiled knowing he had to be a little flustered. He just shook his head looking at the ceiling. You threw the stockings in the back seat with your shoes. Billy cleared his throat trying to start up a conversation."Your house is nice." You breathed out a laugh as you started the car. "You don't have to lie."

Billy's demeanor changed once again. Now that it was just you and him he had one leg bent on the seat so his body could face towards you. Even though your eyes were on the road you could feel his burning holes in you. "I mean it. It's different. Better than all those rich bitches we go to school with." He wasn't lying. It was hard to find anyone who had an actual personality these days.

"I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. My dad doesn't really care what I do with the house as long as there is food on the table when he gets home." Billy bit his lip in thought. "So you did all of that?" He found it impressive to say the least. "Not really. I haven't messed with much since my grandparents passed. The way the kept things always seemed nice as a kid. And I don't see the sense in wasting money on new stuff when I've got perfectly good old stuff that works." He saw the way your eyes grew wide when Stu handed you that hundred. You're not a money person. You were modest. Going through the mall you only bought one thing for yourself while Tatum begged for everything she saw.

"How often is your dad gone?" He asked. A dangerous question to answer if Billy's asking it. "He can be gone for weeks at a time. He's a truck driver. He goes where his boss tells him to go." The car goes quiet for a little while. Luckily for you it's comfortable. "What about you? How's your mom and dad?" You meant nothing hateful by it and he knew that. "I live with my dad too. My parents split up." You could feel him putting those walls back up. It was night and day with Billy. Slowly you car came to a stop in Stu's driveway. "My mom isn't in the picture either. You know if that shit ever starts to bother you, you can call me. As long as your girlfriends okay with it that is." You grabbed a pen out of the glove compartment gently pulling Billy's hand towards your lap.

His hand sat on top of your right thigh as you touched the tip of the pen to your tongue. Carefully your wrote down your phone number where the numbers were visible. Billy for the first time in awhile, he was the one who was scared. Scared of moving even the tiniest bit. A simple harsh breath would ruin whatever this was. Softly you brought his hand up to your face blowing cool air on the drying ink. "There ya go." You tossed his hand back, your gentle nature now gone. "But um yeah if you ever need to talk you can call me."

Funny enough he didn't want to call you. "Sure." Was all he could muster up. Billy finally decided he didn't want you dead like the rest of them. You were kind enough not to piss people off but you were sure of what you wanted. Too trusting, yes but it definitely helped his case. He'd have to make a new plan one that doesn't get you hurt. Well, one that doesn't get you killed.

Part 3

#billy loomis #ghostface #slashers #scream #scream 1996 masterlist #scream 1996 #billy loomis ghostface #billy loomis masterlist #billy loomis x reader #stu ghostface #stu macher x reader #stu macher #poly!ghostface #ghostface x female reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface smut

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the-floral-perspective · 8 months

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What gets the Creepypasta Girls Going?

:Jane the killer, Nina the killer, judge angels, Clockwork, Laughing Jill, Nurse Ann

X fem! Reader

Jane the killer;

-lipstick stains

Jane LOVES lipstick and the stains they leave. Her favorite is probably a dark plum color. The reason why she likes lipstick stains sm is because she likes how they stain her neck. Kissing her neck generally gets Jane going, but when she sees the aftermath she’s ready to fuck once more. She doesn’t mind leaving lipstick stains on you either, Jane adores it when both of you are covered in it though. She likes making you look fucked out.

Nina the killer;

-anything with knives

Nina’s mind is constantly in the gutter, especially when it comes to sharp objects. She’s like one of those kinky goth/scene girls that scare any white man above 5’11. If you’re doing knife tricks, or even cutting up food, you’ll catch her attention. Nina is always horny, if you ever accidentally Knick yourself she almost loses all composure.

Judge Angels;

-innocence

Now, Dina isn’t much into ageplay whatsoever, but she has a very prominent thing for innocence. Any type of innocence really, not necessarily just sexually. She’s more likely to date non-pastas, she likes the thrill of almost getting exposed for being a killer (whether or not her reasoning is justified) just the fact that you could be so sweet and so loving when she’s killed gets her going. Sex with her after she was on a spree? You become the luckiest girl ever.

Clockwork;

-being dragged/possessiveness

I literally mean dragged. You grab her by the belt loop and pull her into you? You’re cumming five times that night. Clockwork likes when her gfs are possessive over her (it’s the only way she’d know you care). She also just likes being showed off, like if you were jealous and you come up to her and kiss her?? Oh you’re getting it hard tonight.

Laughing Jill;

-heels/height

Jill loves when you’re able to walk in big chunky heels, whether your good at it or not. If you aren’t, then it allows her to assert dominance, if you are then she gets to check you out. She also just likes it whenever you reach her height or are close to. Being 6’1, it’s often hard for other women she’s been with to reach her. She does love women that are taller than her. Jill also just loves legs too, and when she checks you out it is ungodly obvious. She just can’t help herself sometimes.

Nurse Ann;

-sensual music

Ann definitely gets horny when listening to spicy music. It just unlocks a certain part of her brain that makes her want to recreate what the songs talking about. Though, Ann is embarrassed by this. She likes when the music is able to cover a lot of the silence that often comes by during sex. It lets her feel more confident and sexy. Honestly, turn on some sensual music during and she becomes an animal.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #nurse ann #nurse Ann smut #judge angels #judge angels smut #jane the killer #Jane the killer smut #nina the killer #Nina the killer smut #clockwork #clockwork smut

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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Look For the Light- Joel Miller x fem!reader + platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader

"I'm all bloody knuckles, longing for home. If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone." - Second Chances by Gregory Alan Isakov

Summary: When you left Boston with Joel Miller and a little girl named Ellie, you never thought it would land you in Jackson, Wyoming with a tiny family.

Warnings: Allusions to/depictions of PTSD, reader has lost a child, swearing, family fluff, pregnancy/child birth (nothing graphic), out of order but will be adding context!

Alone and Forsaken: You and Joel meet for the first time [3.0k] 🥀

Marrow: The beginning of your journey [1.5k] 🥀

Sweet Jane: Joel finds out about your daughter [2.3k]🥀❤️‍🩹🪩

What Do We Do Now?: You and Joel talk about the past [1k] 🥀

Chosen to Deserve: Jackson sparks some feelings from everyone [3.6k] 🥀

If We Make It Through December: Winter part. 1 [1.9k] 🥀

Day After Tomorrow: Winter part ii [3.0k] 🥀

Killer: Winter part iii [2.7k] 🥀

Let The Light In: In the aftermath of Salt Lake City, you and Joel work together to put the memories together 🥀

Raining in June: You and Joel get married 🍓

What Sarah Said: You and Joel talk about having more kids [1.7k]🍓❤️‍🩹

Evergreen: You find out you’re pregnant 🍓 [1.5k]

Shrapnel: A person from your past makes their way back [2.3k] 🥀❤️‍🩹

Graceland Too: Your family prepares for an addition [1.1k] 🍓

Dancing Barefoot: You and the baby can’t sleep so Joel tries to help [800] 🍓❤️‍🩹

darlin’ i’d wait for you: You and Joel welcome your baby [3.0k] 🍓❤️‍🩹🪩

Sweet Creature: Ellie comes to the rescue 🍓❤️‍🩹 [1.3k]

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby: Charlie gets sick for the first time and reopens some old wounds 🥀 [1.2k]

To Build A Home: A daddy-daughter day 🍓 [1.4k]

Charlie says Dada for the first time

Sooner: Charlie turns one [1.1k] 🍓

Never Grow Up: Charlie walks for the first time [1k] 🍓

I Know the End: You and Ellie talk about what’s important 🍓 [2.1k]

Never Going Back Again: Family lake day [1.4k] 🍓

Charlotte Sometimes: Joel does Charlie’s hair [1.4k] 🍓

Blue Sunday: Ellie calls you mom for the first time 🍓 [1.1k]

August: Charlie starts school [1.1k] 🍓

Honey, It’s Alright: Ellie comes to your door with shocking news [1.2k] 🍓

When You Wash Your Hair: A Miller tradition comes full circle [1.3k] 🍓

Love’s Gonna Live Here: The story of the Museum Day [1.1k] 🍓

Until I Found You: Charlie goes missing and nearly gives you a heart attack 🥀

This Time Around: A different September 26th 🥀🍓

Fifteen: Charlie turns 15 [1.5k] 🥀

Never Grew Up With You: A visit home [1.5k] 🥀

April, Come She Will: The next generation of Millers find their way [3.6k] 🍓

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whole-circus · 10 months

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MASTERLIST / ABOUT REQUESTS / MASTERLIST II

since the start to 31 july 2023 >:3

Creepypasta

Jeff the Killer

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Soft but dominant reader (male reader)

Scene reader (gn)

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Grim reaper reader

Albino reader

Room headcanons

Nurse reader (male)

Reader with selective mutism (gn)

Night ride with Jeff (fluff)

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Fun summer activities

NSWF headcanons

Cozy night (NSWF)

Male observant reader

Reader that has changed a lot since they last met

Dating hcs (male reader)

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Dokuro-chan like reader (gn)

Fem reader that looks masc and gets misgendered often

Insecure reader with many scars and stretch marks

Homicidal Liu

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Vampire girlfriend (fem reader)

Scene reader (gn)

Deadpool like reader (fem)

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Reader that is a ray of sunshine

Room headcanons

Plus sized reader (fem)

Reader with selective mutism (gn)

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

NSWF headcanons

Fun summer activities

Male observant reader

Reader that has changed a lot since they last met

Giving and receiving flowers hcs

Eyeless Jack

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Room headcanons

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

Ben Drowned

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Grim reaper reader

Room headcanons

Nurse reader (male)

Break the internet (NSWF)

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Fun summer activities

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Dokuro-chan like reader (gn)

Fem reader that looks masc and gets misgendered often

Ticci Toby

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Reader that knew them before tragic events

Reader that covers their body

Grim reaper reader

Albino reader

Date ideas

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Fun summer activities

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

Fem reader that looks masc and gets misgendered often

Insecure reader with many scars and stretch marks

Laughing Jack

Reader that covers their body

Fun summer activities

NSWF hcs!

X-Virus

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Jane the Killer

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Reader that has changed a lot since they last met

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like (gn)

Clockwork

Room headcanons

Fem reader that looks masc and gets misgendered often

Nina the Killer

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Candy Pop

NSWF hcs!

Slenderman

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

Hobo Heart

Room headcanons

Sally Williams

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Masky

Small things they would do for you when you depressed!

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Werewolf reader (fem)

Creepypastas as stereotypical horror character

Fun summer activities

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

Tim Wright

Sleeping with Tim

Hoodie

Pegging them! (ftm reader)

Creepypastas with reader that has tail

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grapejuicestyless · 11 months

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Love Me Until My Breathing Stops?

Harry Styles x Fem!reader

Angst to Fluff

DISCLAIMER!: There are some very serious topics in this. Depression, mentions of fucked up relationships. This is not romanticizing this at all.

Teaser: "Now they'd pass with whispers about how she'd only ever be a shell of who she once was. Destroyed by the weight of the love that she'd given so recklessly and the evil she'd let sleep next to her in her bed at night."

To be honest, I had no idea where it went so irreparably wrong. You never notice you're slipping until your feet are out from under you and your head hits the floor. Maybe that's how I never saw it coming.

My bed was my new home, my tears were my midnight snack and my eyes were probably permanently shut from the puffy skin that was blotchy and irritated beyond belief. My pillow was my sanctuary and the darkness was my friend. I miss my old friend sunshine. I miss the backyard barbeques and the reunions in the park. I miss the kids running from the bees and the smell of the wet grass in the mornings.

It had been a month, two weeks, three days, twenty one hours and thirteen minutes since I'd fallen, unable to pick up the shattered pieces that became my identity. The shadow of the girl who used to find peace in the smiles from people passing by. The girl who threw welcome home parties and tended to her garden every afternoon. Now they'd pass with whispers about how she'd only ever be a shell of who she once was. Destroyed by the weight of the love that she'd given so recklessly and the evil she'd let sleep next to her in her bed at night.

I'd been so convinced that he was the one. Grew up these past few months believing I was all that he saw. Breathing him was slowly killing me. I thought so highly of the man I shared my in's and out's with. I'd wake up early just to see the even rise of his chest, dreaming of his curly hair and our future together. Now in my own suffering, I dreamt that he drowned.

But it wasn't his fault, no he'd asked if I would be okay. I promised I'd be okay. There was no okay, how could he believe me? How can someone simply be okay after wrecking the only thing I'd been sure of in my entire life? No, there wasn't okay. There was simply bad and worse.

Today, was bad.

On days like this, I would talk myself up to a shower. Rid myself of the stench of rock bottom. Ridding myself of the killer that drove him away. How could he be so forgiving to me not being enough? How could he brush off my wasted potential and blame it on himself. Guilt till consumed me whole, even if he'd underlined it in red that it was him, not me. His unfaithfulness that had torn a sweet love story to ashes. Tell me, how could the attentive wife to be miss the smirk hiding beneath his winning smile, his lessons really just weapons targeted at my deepest hurts. Every comforting explanation was twisted way back to what I feared most.

Soon, I'd find myself in the kitchen, raiding the empty cabinets and the ransacked fridge. There was only crumbs and lemon juice in the entire house by now. The appetite I'd worked up gone at just the flashbacks of the slow dances in the crack of the refrigerator light. His hand over mine and his empty promises soothing in my ear. Did he want me or did he want me not? I heard one thing, now I'm hearing another.

I felt rage boiling, the slam of the door rattling the plates in the sink and the pan on the stove. Ripping my hair from my head was the only reliever of the pain, tearing apart my body hoping that eventually it could be put back together into a beautiful bloody mess. Wearing my hurt on my sleeve and praying to god that, that someone could love me just as much for that.

I was thinner now, shedding the pounds like I had anymore to spare. The only clothes that still fit was a white ruffled dress that fell just below my knees. The straps hanging loosely and my feet slipped into black Mary Janes and red socks. I wonder how ghostly I looked stepping into the sun. Skin greyed from the lack of light.

I counted my breathing, noted the cracks on the pavement and counted the daffodils on the walk into town. All to cease the tears pushing behind my eyes.

It was nice out, the air was crisp and warming with the middle of spring having sprung. Vines were growing and the world was getting loud again. It was peaceful, I wanted a piece of that inner silence for myself. Maybe it would bring me a sort of closure, pushing me towards a more okay future.

I listened to the bell rattle with the push of the door, hands hanging loose at my sides. I waved towards the girl working the counter in the flower store. She smiled, recognizing the unrecognizable shadow that waltzed into the humid room. I pasted on the fake togetherness I'd mastered from unexpected visits from family and friends. Trying to imitate the girl who had lost her way long ago.

"Do you have any tulips?" My eyes remained glued to the flower beds as I searched the store for any bright pink clusters.

"A few in the back row, though you might need to hurry, they're quite popular today." I nodded, scurrying to the back in hopes to finally get what I wanted.

There, I saw the empty basket, the last bouquet of bright pink tulips being held up to a tall man. He was maybe six feet tall, but his posture made him seem a little shorter. His hair was chocolatey brown with free falling curls and waves pushed behind his tortoise shell sunglasses. He wore a teal cardigan over a white graphic tee that read something in blue I couldn't quite make out from the angle. His legs fit into lose jeans with rips at the knees and blue and white checkered vans. His laces were ripped slightly, probably from stepping on them, and he smelled like sweet vanilla.

He looked like happiness, a ray of modern day sunshine and fair love, his nose still buried between two flowers, eyes fluttered shut.

Some white carnations lined with a hot pink sat near the tulips, they looked just as beautiful as the fresh flowers that I'd missed by a second too late.

I let myself sigh after taking in the clean smell from the center of them, the crinkling of the paper distracting me from the hurt I felt inside.

"You planning a wedding?" His English accent wasn't horribly noticeable, but still able to be picked up on. I cracked a smile, trying to be polite. Trying to be the girl I missed.

"Something like that, yeah." He laughed, we made eye contact.

I could see his dark green eyes now, sparkling with interest. I can only imagine the lack thereof that I returned to him.

"I'm Harry." He held out his hand, smiling so much so there were crinkles by his eyes.

"I'm y/n." I met his palms. They were soft yet rough around the edges. His fingers had been picked at and he had guitar string scars across his hands.

There was a silence. It was comfortable, relaxed but still, I itched to back away.

"It was nice to meet you." I stepped back, walking away faster than I came to pay for the carnations clenched between my shaking hands.

"Hey wait!" His footsteps were heavy, hammering into the asphalt. I turned, but continued to move backwards, a faint smile played on his lips. Chasing after the beautiful fool who secretly adored the interest the random flower shop boy took in her.

"Missed me already?" I turned back to walk forwards once I felt his arm bump mine.

"Can't help it, you're just so missable!" He joked, flowers facing down at the ground, hitting each other as we walked close together. We left a petal trail as we walked.

"You say that to every girl you meet?"

"Only the runaway brides dressed up like Dorothy on her way to Oz." I covered my smile in my hand, brushing the blush off.

"I'm flattered." We shared a look, walking in silence as we looked at each others eyes.

"So tell me about yourself, Dorothy."

"Dorothy?" He pointed to my shoes, I scoffed.

"Okay..." I thought on it, counting the cracks again.

I knew I was barely together. Barely able to keep up with the work that seemed to just pile itself onto my back. I knew that my finger still stung from when I ripped off the engagement ring and told him to go to hell. I knew I was a fucked in the head, a childish girl who only wanted to be loved like she loved others. I knew at one point I would've said all these things to Harry, a man I'd met only a few minutes ago. Trusted him easily and let him in without an inch of doubt. But I also knew that wasn't fully me anymore.

"I haven't met the new me yet." I smiled at him, chewing at my cheek at the curious eyebrow lift and the breathy laugh.

'What about you, Harry? Who are you?" I looked to my feet.

"I'll let you decide." He looked to my face, my eyes finding it almost impossible to meet his warm gaze.

"Someone who reads too many love stories."

"Says the one dressed as Wendy from Peter Pan." I laughed, meeting his stare finally.

"Am I Wendy or Dorothy?"

"Why not both?" He was unbelievably easy to talk to, even in my mess and hurt, it soothed the panging in my chest with every breath he took.

"Let me walk you home, y/n?" I smiled.

"Okay." We fell into a silence again, out of teasing and jokes to share for the five minute walk remaining. I went back to counting the daffodils and he went back to sniffing his flowers. I went back to silently pulling myself together, picking up any shards of myself that had fallen and focused on my breathing.

"This is mine." I looked towards the dark home, the garden still neat despite the overgrown plants and the few dead plants. I looked back at Harry, then to his feet where his tulip petals continued to fall. They looked bare, hurt and dying now. I met his eyes again.

"Take good care of those tulips for me?" He froze, confused about the sudden request after my silence towards him and his polite offer.

"Yeah, of course." I nodded, turning myself slowly towards my front steps. I took in the pale blue of my paint, the new white shutters beautiful and perfectly matched with the white wrap around porch that hugged the west corner of the home snuggly and the short, white picket fence. You would've never expected such a fuck up to live in such a nice looking home.

"Bye, Harry." Waving, I made my way up the driveway, passing the fence and the the garden. All while he stood there, done with the chase, done with my mood swings. My politeness and my silence. My trust and my question. He stayed outside of my lawn, feet stuck to the sidewalk like gum.

Seven months, one week, six hours and eighteen minutes since I'd fallen, unable to pick up the shattered pieces that became my identity. Seven months, one week, six hours and eighteen minutes since the man who hung the moon for me in my eyes confessed his infidelities and left me to throw a pity party for myself. Almost six months since the next best thing had entered my life. My best friend, Harry.

Unlike my ex-fiancé, Harry came back. He came back and picked up the shards that I'd let crack and bleed under my feet and glued me back together. He'd come by once a week at first, checking up after noticing the vacant look in my eyes when we first parted ways. How I'd slipped into the darkest house he'd ever seen. Cold, tired, worked to the bone. Once turned into twice. Twice turned into four and four turned into almost everyday. His knock at my door my favorite sound. Yet, what he knew of me, wasn't fully me.

Even with Harry and his flowers decorating my home. Even with his laugh and his trusting demeanor, part of that girl I was was forever lost. That engagement ring hadn't only taken skin, it had taken the foolish woman who slept next to a liar and swallowed her pride. It had taken my ability to let people in so easily. And I wish he hadn't taken that from me, because as stupidly blind she was, she was some of the best parts of me.

"The Notebook or Ten Things I Hate About You?" Harry hoped over the back of my couch, his arm falling limp around my shoulders, each hand holding a movie for me to chose.

"Is that even a question?" I snatched the disc with Heath Ledger on the cover and waved it around Harry's face. He smiled, ruffling up my hair before getting up to pop the disc in.

"I need to stop asking you these things, Dorothy. I was hoping for the notebook." I stuck my tongue out, my heart flooding with a familiar warmth only Harry could pull from me.

I bit my cheek until it bled, my shoulder squished between his chest and the bend of his elbow. Silently, I mouthed the lines to the movie, my lips brushing against the soft cotton of Harry's white t-shirt.

"That tickles, my love." He laughed, craning his head down while mine stretched up. Crinkles folded by my eyes, smile lines permanently tattooed on my skin from just the past few months. What was a curse for others, was a permanent reminder of the adoration I had gained for Harry and his ability to fix what was irreparably shattered.

"What?" His whole body shook with a silent giggle, eyes reflecting the movie and an emotion I couldn't pin. I remained silent, eyes flicking down to his lips, his eyes following mine. I felt his touch tighten around my back and his body heat up.

Closer and closer, longer and longer. I panicked the closer I got to wrecking this beautiful relationship we'd built over a silly crush I'd obtained.

Sure, he was nice. He was handsome and possibly the best thing that had ever walked into my life, but stacking every single one of those reasons and more couldn't make me risk everything. I couldn't deal with someone else I loved walking out of my life.

I inched away, scared. I watched his face freeze, eyes relaxed and breath hot on my lips.

"Harry." I whimpered.

"Y/n."

"What if we fuck this up? What if after tonight you change your mind? I can't do that again Harry. I can't pick myself up again." I quietly rambled, tense, scared of the idea that I would face the hatred for my own reflection for weeks and weeks again.

"Y/n." He repeated, softer.

My mouth stopped, eyes flicking to observe his expression over and over. Trying to fight back the tears that built and built.

"I swear to you, I'm not going anywhere. If you trust me, let me in just this once, I wont leave until you're kicking me out." He searched my face now, an internal fight going on in my head. He made it so hard to think being so close him.

"Love me until my breathing stops?" I asked, tears springing from under my eyes and gathering at my waterline now. Scared, just as I was all those months ago. no longer a vacant stare, but one of fear and uncertainty.

"I'll love you until my breathing stops." He wiped under my eyes, fingers quick to land on my cheeks. He waited, patiently for any sign that it would be okay to continue.

I nodded, swallowing.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He smiled, shoulders slumping like a weight had been lifted and he was at ease.

"Okay." I returned the feeling, lips brushing his. They were soft and plump. They tasted of buttery popcorn and chocolate. His nose bumped into mine, skin brushing skin and limbs tangling the longer we tried to hold onto the moment.

When we pulled away, it was breathless, and suddenly I realized the man who'd hurt me seven months, one week, seven hours and three minutes ago hadn't stolen the best parts of me, he only scared her into hiding.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 4 months

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We’re All A Little Mad Sometimes

Jonathan Byers x Fem!OC

Summary: Bunny is the girl of Jonathan’s dreams. With a masked killer on the loose he would do anything to protect her. She’s sweet, beautiful, and has a heart of gold. But things aren’t always as they seem… WK: 8.1k(oops)

This is a collab with @babygorewhore you can read her part about Eddie and her OC Sammy here.

Warnings: This is a scream AU so there will be descriptions of murder, violence, Jonathan is a perv(he thinks she doesn’t know but she does), mentions of male masturbation, slight jealous!jonathan, mentions of Bunny & king!steve in the past(she scares the shit out of him but doesn’t kill him), sub!Jonathan, Dom!Reader, blow job, unprotected sex. I thiiiink that’s it? Pls lmk if I missed any! Divider is @saradika-graphics

Jonathan walked shoulder to shoulder with Eddie down the hall, discussing the recent murder of Hawkin’s community’s head cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham. The gruesome images of the small blonde haunted the minds of everyone who had the misfortune of seeing them. She was killed with a large hunting knife, multiple stab wounds littering her body. The police wouldn’t have connected it to the murders of him and Eddie’s fathers if it wasn’t for the exact nature of the kill being the same, down to the murder weapon.

A little over a year ago, only a few nights apart Lonnie Byers and Al Munson were murdered in cold blood with a hunting knife, “overkill” they called it. He and Eddie would both be lying if they said they were sad, they should’ve been scared that they would come for them next, but if anything, they just felt relief.

Him and Eddie parted ways, and he made his way to his photography class. His favorite class and not just because it was his favorite subject, but because this was the class he shared with her. Willow. The girl he couldn’t keep his mind off of. He walked eagerly into the classroom, his eyes landing on her immediately.

She was beautiful, her long blonde hair always looked so soft against her caramel skin, her pink mini skirts and chunky Mary Jane’s, those big brown eyes and pouty lips. He would do anything she asked and all she had to do was look at him. When she would put her small manicured hands on his forearm and look up at him sweetly, he felt like he could melt where he stood. Maybe he should feel pathetic, but he can’t find it in himself to care when she looks at him like that. Not when she was an angel on earth.

He walked over to their shared table, pulling out the stool next to hers and putting his bag down. He was lucky enough to be assigned her seat partner at the beginning of the year, and even luckier that they got paired up to do their next project together.

“Hey Jonathan! It’s nice to see you.” Her voice sounds like sugar, the smile on her face just as sweet.

“Hey Bunny, it’s nice to see you too. Especially with everything that’s going. I’m uh - glad you're safe.” Bunny was a nickname, one he was proud to have given her. It stuck, and now everyone in their group called her that. He didn’t mind really, but ultimately she was his bunny, he gave her the nickname.

“Oh yeah I know! Isn’t it just awful? I can’t believe someone would do something like that. The pictures made my skin crawl.” Her big eyes were wide, her lips set into a pouty frown. Jonathan wanted to protect her, he never wanted her to not feel safe.

“Yeah, it’s really awful… You don’t have to be scared though I’ll pro-“

“Alright class!! Everybody remember who you’re not partnered with?”

“Yes! You ready to get to brainstorming, Jonny bear?”

Jonathan forgot what he was even going to say, her sweet nickname and the teacher's interruption turning his brain to mush. He spends the rest of class bouncing ideas back and forth with Bunny and tries his hardest not to gawk at her but fails on multiple occasions. It didn’t help that she was always touching him in some way or another.

When the bell rings, Bunny grabs her things and waves to him, letting him know she’s going to go find Sammy and that she will see him in the group spot in a bit. He stares after her, her little skirt swishing back and forth with the swing of her hips, the bows in her hair trailing behind her and her shiny black shoes squeak against the classroom's linoleum floor.

Jonathan gathered his things and sighed, his mind filled with nothing but all things Bunny. He thought of her soft skin and how it would feel against his fingers as he walked down the hall. He thought of her silky hair, the way he caught a whiff of strawberries every time she whipped her head around. He imagined her plush lips pressed against his own, he knew the sticky pink gloss she always wears would rub off on him. He desperately wanted to know what it tasted like.

When he reaches the courtyard his breath catches in his throat. Bunny was sitting with Sammy by her side. It was rare to see one without the other. They were the dynamic duo, everybody knew that. Sammy’s style was much different from Willow’s, she gravitated more towards dark colors. Her bright pink curls and combat boots are a stark contrast to her best friend’s frilly socks and pastel pinks. Yet they complimented each other so well, like yin and yang. Her brow was furrowed and her small hand was grasping Sammy’s sweater covered arm while they talked to Eddie. She looked upset and he immediately wanted to do anything and everything to see her smile again.

“Hey man, you just gonna stand there with your jaw hanging open all afternoon or are you gonna go talk to her?” Steve came up behind him, his large hand grabbing onto his shoulder and shaking him slightly.

“I wasn’t… staring. I just… got distracted, is all.” Jonathan shakes Steve’s hand off of him, sending him a glare.

“Oh dude, you were totally staring! I don’t get why you don’t just ask her out, she’s clearly into you.”

Robin stood next to Steve, rolling her eyes with a smile spread across her lips. Her and Steve were constantly teasing him about her. It drove him insane, because he knew they were right. He should just ask her out. But she was just so beautiful, her and Steve’s dad were business partners so she never had to want for anything growing up. He also knows her and Steve have… history. He knows they were friends with benefits for a while and he knows that Steve wanted more than that but she turned him down. If she didn’t want someone like Steve why would she want someone like him.

He didn’t come from anything, he wasn’t athletic or classically handsome like Steve was. He probably wouldn’t ever make a lot of money, wanting to choose his passion over his salary. Steve was a business major with a job lined up for him when he graduated. Steve was on the basketball team, the swim team, he threw huge parties and fucked around with different girls every weekend. Jonathan was a loser virgin who spent his weekends smoking weed in his dorm with Eddie Munson while they played Dark Souls.

“Better snatch her up, before someone else does.” Steve winked at him before walking towards the table, his stupidly perfect hair somehow looking like it was glowing in the sunlight. He didn’t mind as much when Robin teased him but when it came from Steve it made his blood boil.

“Don’t listen to him Jonny, like Robin said, she’s totally into you.” Robin’s girlfriend, Marina smiled sweetly at him, tilting her head towards the table as Robin pulled her along by the hand.

He took a deep breath, thanking whatever god is out there that Steve didn’t take the spot next to her. He slid onto the bench, his senses immediately being flooded with sweet strawberry goodness. His heart rate picked up when she smiled at him.

“Hey Jonny bear, we were just talking about how scary all of this is…” Her lips were set into a pout, that same crease between her eyebrows he saw from afar that he wanted to rub out with his thumb.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucked, huh? Like I know none of us were Chrissy’s biggest fan but I don’t think she deserved to die like that.”

“I’ve been thinking about those photos all morning… I can’t help but think about if that happened to me. You don’t think this guy has like… a type do you?” Her large brown eyes were filled with panic, her bottom lip squeezed between her teeth.

“I don’t think so, because before this it was me and Eddie’s dads, there doesn’t seem to be a specific pattern anymore. You’ll be okay… I promise l - I’ll keep you safe.” He smiled sweetly at her, forcing himself to be brave enough to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks bear…” She returned his smile with one of her own, her thumb gently stroking his hand.

“I-“

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Bunny’s hand drops from his, her head whipping towards Steve with her mouth hanging open. That crease between her brows returned and it made him want to smack Steve.

“Didn’t you and Chrissy used to date?” Eddie has a smirk on his face directed towards Steve.

“Yeah dude for like two seconds, and if you wanna call what her and I did “dating” then I guess me and Willie “dated” too, and look at her she’s perfectly alive and well.” Jonathan scoffed, Steve’s words, feeling like a knife in his heart. He knew they fucked, but he hated being reminded that it happened.

“Hey.” He was snapped from his thoughts at the sound of her sweet voice, her soft hand landing on his Jean covered thigh, causing him to gulp. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just being a fucking idiot. You still wanna work on our project today?”

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled at her, his cheeks tinted pink. What did she mean don’t listen to him? Is she reassuring him because she likes him? He really fucking hopes so. “You still want me to drive us there?”

“Yeah totally! I’m really excited! I think we will have the most unique topic honestly. Who else is going to think to depict the different types of gravestones depending on the time period?” He loves the way her eyes light up when she talks about things she’s excited about. He never would’ve thought this sweet girl with bows in her hair would ask him to take her to the Hawkins cemetery of all places. She was always surprising him in the best ways.

“With all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew in a few days, so I’m throwing a party this weekend. You idiots are all invited.” Steve tapped his hands on the table, making sure to wink at Willow before he got up and walked off. Jonathan scoffed, anytime he felt like he was getting somewhere with her it was like his confidence was knocked down all over again.

“Don’t let him get to you Jonny, he’s not worth the energy. You wanna get going? If we leave right now we can get there before dusk! That way we can still get some natural light photos!” She clapped her hands together excitedly and Jonathan tried not to look at the way her boobs giggled in her tank top, he really did, but he just couldn’t help himself around her.

“Yeah uh - yeah, let’s go, Bunny”

Jonathan watched in awe as Willow weaved through the various headstones pointing out different shapes and sizes. He was actually really surprised with her knowledge on the topic, when he asked her if she had been doing research for their project she shook her head and said it was just something that had “always interested her” which just made her even more interesting to him.

“Jonathan! Look at this one, like I was telling you earlier doves were a very prevalent image on headstones in the mid 1700s! Oh! And that one over there, see how it just looks like a rock that someone carved into? That’s because before the 1600s they didn’t have professional gravestone carvers, so they didn’t start making them more decorative until then!”

Her eyes sparkled, the excited tone of her voice warming every inch of his heart. She was just so cute. Talking about the history of gravestones all clad in pink and white. He wanted to kiss her so badly. He watched her bend forward to brush leaves and grass off a stone by her feet. The heat that was previously residing in his heart rushed to his cock in a matter of seconds, her little pink skirt rode up her hips, showcasing her white panties that had little pink bunnies all over them… his breath caught in his throat as he held in a groan. It wasn’t the first time he had caught a glance up her skirt, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

He wished he could say it was the first time he grabbed the camera that was around his neck, raising it to his eye. He quickly snapped a photo of her from behind, turning the lense slightly over her shoulder before she could turn around.

“Did you get a good one?” She turned towards him with a smile on her face.

“Huh?” He looked at her dumbfounded, did she know?

“Of that stone over there? Did you get a good picture of it?”

“Oh! Yeah! I think so, I’m gonna take one more, just to be sure.” He smiled sweetly at her, snapping a ‘second’ photo of the stone she was standing close to.

“Aw shit! My battery just died.” Bunny huffed as her camera beeped in her hands. “Can I use yours real quick? I was trying to get this shot and I’m scared that if I move I’ll lose it.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” Jonathan hands her his camera with a smile. His heart rate picks up when she takes it and their hands brush. Not just from her touch, but also from anxiety. He was really hoping she wouldn’t ask to use his camera. Earlier that morning he was sitting in his car before class, going through his photos and when he was scrolling he saw one he took of her a few days prior.

She was walking up the stairs a few steps above him and he had the perfect view of her panties, he just couldn’t help himself. He also couldn’t help himself when he pulled his hard cock from his jeans and started jerking off in his passenger seat with his camera gripped in his hands. When he came it was sudden, and way quicker than he expected so it shot onto the screen and the strap of his camera. It came off the screen easily, but the strap? Not so much. The more he tried to get it off the more it seemed to spread, so he ended up giving up. It had mostly dried since then but it was still a little tacky and he just prayed she wouldn’t notice.

“This is kinda sticky…” His heart immediately stopped beating in his chest as he watched her fingers stick and unstick from the strap. Part of him was terrified of her reaction but part of him was so turned on at the thought of her touching his cum that he wasn’t sure if he cared anymore or not.

“Oh shit, yeah, I’m sorry. I meant to tell you before I handed it to you, I spilled juice on my desk this morning and it got on the strap, I tried to get it off but it just kept spreading around. I’m gonna have to get a new one tomorrow.” He scratched the back of his head, nervously biting his lip.

“Juice?” She raised her eyebrow, her eyes traveling from the strap to his and back down to the strap, her fingers touching it experimentally. “What kind?”

“What kind? Uh - Orange. Yeah, it was orange juice.”

“Orange juice? That’s my favorite…” Her brown eyes twinkle and she holds eye contact with him as she lets her tongue slip from between her plush lips, trailing it along the length of the strap with a moan. She licks her lips and smiles at him. “Mmm… tastes so good.”

Jonathan’s jaw drops, his cock feels like it’s going to explode in his jeans, his mind doesn’t even feel like it’s properly computing what just happened. She just licked his cum, and she liked the taste. Did she know? He genuinely doesn’t even know how to respond, and she either knows that or doesn’t seem to be aware of the effect she just had because she just shrugs and puts the strap over her head. She brings the camera to her face, capturing the shot she had her eye on.

“Okay! I think we should take some in that area over there, and maybe walk down a little further to see if we missed any before we head back?” She smiles at him, blissfully unaware of the fact that if she so much as breathed the right way right now he would cum in his pants.

“Yeah, sounds good!” His voice came out squeaky, and he adjusted himself in his jeans as subtly as possible, withholding a groan at the momentary relief in pressure.

The next hour was both heaven and hell for Jonathan, he loved spending time with Bunny, he truly did. But right now he felt like if he didn’t cum soon he was going to fucking die. If he didn’t know better he would think she was teasing him intentionally. She kept bending over in front of him, doing those cute little excited jumps she would do when she was happy causing her tits to bounce in that little white top. At one point she even said she “could really go for some orange juice now” and that’s when he couldn’t take it anymore. Making an excuse about homework and calling it a night.

“I think we got some good ones, don’t you, Jonny bear?” Bunny skipped alongside him, a bright smile on her face.

“Yeah Bunny, I think we definitely got some good ones…”

Jonathan huffed as he declined the call from an “unknown number” for the third time in the last ten minutes. Ever since he switched phone companies a few months ago he swears the amount of spam calls he's gotten has doubled. His phone rang again, the same unknown contact lighting up the screen. Whoever this was clearly wasn’t gonna give it up.

“Hello?”

“Jonathan Byers?”

“Yeah this is him, who is this? Why do you keep calling me?”

“I think you know why, you little pervert. I’ve been watching you, I know about your little photo collection. I know about your obsession with your precious little Bunny.”

“W-what? I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about… whoever this is, leave me the hell alone.”

He scoffed, hitting the red circular button on his phone screen. This person was clearly fucking with him, and even if they weren’t they had no proof of anything. Fuck that. He let out a deep breath, trying to compose his anxious thoughts. He had just started to calm down when his phone abruptly started ringing again.

“You think you can hang up on me, Jonny boy? Think again. I’m not fucking around here, hang up the phone again and I’ll slit your little rabbits neck and come for you next. I’ll stab her more times than I did your low life daddy. Got it?”

“What the hell do you want? Who is this? If you seriously think I’m going to believe you’re the killer you’re insane. You’re obviously some asshole just trying to freak me out with everything that’s going on.”

“Oh so you wanna act tough? Don’t believe me? Check your texts.” His phone dinged seconds later and he removed it from his ear, clicking on the text notification from the unknown number. He gasped when he saw the contents of the text. It was a photo of him on the stairs, with his camera in his hands. The lens was tilted at Willow walking a few steps above him, directly up her little skirt.

“W-What do you want from me?”

“I don’t particularly want anything from you, I just wanted you to know I’m watching…If you want your little Bunny rabbit in one piece you’ll do what I say, when I say it. Got it? Have a good night, pretty boy… don’t let the bedbugs bite…” The line went dead, leaving Jonathan standing in the middle of his room alone, confused and shaking.

“He really called you? Like you’re sure it was him?” Bunny pouted as she leaned her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her folded hands. The red light of the darkroom reflects off her hair giving it a blood tinted hue.

“I’m pretty sure… He was really believable.” Jonathan gulped as he unrolled the negatives from their project, laying them out on the table.

“What did he say though? Did he threaten you??” Her brows furrowed, and yet again he just wanted to kiss right in between them, kiss all her worries away. Especially if she was worrying about him.

“Uh - yeah, kind of? He kind of made it seem like he’d be back later to force me to do something for him almost? I’m not really sure… but, he called Eddie and did the same to him. I’m pretty freaked out if I’m being honest.” He let out a shaky breath as he loaded the negatives into the enlarger, getting the first one in frame to process.

“That’s so scary… especially with your guys’ dads last year, and now Nancy. It seems like he might be targeting you or something. How are you doing by the way? With Nancy being found and all…”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of been thinking the same… I’m trying not to think too much into it, but it’s hard not to, ya know? Also I’m doing… okay? It’s not like she and I were on good terms in the slightest but I didn’t want her to die or anything, especially like that. I’m a sad obviously… It just mostly feels weird knowing she’s gone, I guess.”

Not as sad as I would be if it were you. He almost said it, he had to physically stop himself. He’d never even held her hand but he would feel like the world was ending if even a hair on her head was misplaced. Nancy had been brutally murdered, he did everything with her except actually fuck her and he didn’t even shed a tear. Granted she cheated on him with Steve, and he literally sent him a photo of her with his dick shoved deep inside her from behind.

“Kind of strange that two of the victims have been girls Steve slept with, don’t you think?” Bunny inquired, her small hand grabs a piece of photography paper from the stack, placing it under the focus finder for him. She leaned over the table to look into the peephole, giving Jonathan a perfect view down her little pink dress that he just couldn’t resist. Her hair fell over her shoulder and into her eyes and he reached out, pushing it back without thinking. He almost apologized, scared he overstepped, but she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Thank you bear.”

“Yeah it’s a little strange, but if we are going by that logic he fucked me and Eddie’s dads too.” He chuckled at the thought, grabbing the sheet of paper with the photo Bunny took the other day and putting it into the liquid filled processing tub.

“Ha! I suppose you’re right about that. I know he won’t cancel his party either, he will totally see this as an opportunity to have everyone ‘chill and let loose’ or some corny shit.” She snorted, throwing her head back with a giggle.

“Yeah, you’re definitely right about that, Bunny.” He smiled, her giggle causing him to let out a chuckle of his own.

“Are you gonna go? To the party I mean.”

“Uh - I’m not sure, I’m still thinking about it. I think Eddie is going, if he does I probably will.” He shrugged, grabbing the next film strip and lining it up without thinking.

“Me and Sammy are going, it would be cool to see you there.” She smiled sweetly at him, her fingers twirling a strand of her hair. Her brown doe eyes were shining in the red light as she stared at him, far too distracted to notice the photo of her bent over in front of him at the cemetery being magnified by the negative carrier right next to her.

“Yeah? Then maybe I’ll go, I’ll let you know for sure. Um I -“ He stopped mid sentence when he turned back to the task at hand, his eyes widening at the sight of the photo in front of him. He quickly pulls the photo away, praying to whatever god is out there that she hadn’t noticed it.

“Oh shit - whoops!” Bunny let out a small gasp when she accidentally knocked over the stack of papers on the table, turning to pick them up off the ground, giving him yet another glimpse of her panties. It also gave him time to shove the film strip in his pocket and out of view.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just turned a little too fast and knocked these down, no biggie.” She picked up the stack, straightening it and putting it back on the table before pulling her dress back into place, giving him one of those smiles that is so sweet he feels like he’s going to get a cavity from it one day.

“Okay, cool, wanna keep going?” He smiled back, his cheeks dusted pink, he couldn’t help it, she was just so cute all the time, no matter what she was doing.

“Yeah, of course!” Her hand found his bicep, giving it a few soft strokes with her silky smooth thumb. It sent shivers through his entire body, there’s no way she didn’t feel the goosebumps raise on his skin.

“Cool, let’s do it, cutie. By the way I really do hope you decide to go, to the party I mean.” She winks at him, raising up on her tiptoes to place a soft lip gloss covered kiss on his cheek before turning back to the negatives, resuming her work like she didn’t just make his insides melt.

Jonathan wandered around the party with his camera around his neck and his hands stuffed in his pockets. His eyes scanned the crowd every few seconds, keeping them peeled for Bunny. He knew she was here, he saw her car outside when he was coming up. He decided to grab a drink and perch himself against a wall in the living room. He people watched as he sipped the strong syrupy drink.

He caught sight of Eddie, sitting side by side with Sammy on the couch and he smiled to himself. From what Eddie had told him things between them seemed to be going well. He heard a giggle he would recognize anywhere coming from his left over the music and he turned his head only to be met with a sight that made his heart shatter.

Bunny was here, that was for sure. She was standing in front of Steve, in front of being an exaggeration, she was literally pressed up against him, trapping him between her and the wall. She had this mischievous look in her eyes that Jonathan had never seen, and the smile on her lips was almost sinister. She looked like she wanted to eat Steve alive and he never felt more jealous in his entire life. That should be him. You should be doing that cute hair twirling thing you do and giggling at his jokes. Not fucking Steve. Jonathan watched as you continued to whisper in his ear, Steve’s bottom lip catching between his teeth at whatever you were saying.

“Listen up everyone!! If we are gonna survive this night with a psycho killer on the loose we are gonna have to understand the rules!” Robin stood clapping her hands to gain everyone’s attention.

“Rules? At a party? Seriously?” Steve scoffed, stepping away from Bunny to walk into the living room. “I think that’s the last thing on everyone’s mind right now, Rob.”

“Yes rules, dingus!! First rule, you can NEVER have sex. Have sex, and you die!” Everyone in the room booed and laughed at that, no sex? At a party? At Steve Harrington’s house? Not likely.

“I think you’re a little late for that…” Steve smirked over his shoulder at Bunny, sending her a wink. Jonathan cringed as he watched her bite her lip, curling a finger towards herself as she walked towards the stairs. He wanted to scream while he watched Steve’s smirk turn into a full blown smile, and when Steve followed her up the stairs? He wanted to bash his head into the wall. Fuck.

Robin continued to rant about her “rules” but he couldn’t hear a word she was saying anymore. All the blood in his body rushed to his ears and everything in the room sounded like it was under water. He brought his drink to his lips, chugging the remainder of it before scanning the room again. Eddie was still sitting on the couch but Sammy was gone, so he made his way to his best friend’s side like a kid who just got his toy stolen at recess.

“Hey man…” Jonathan sighed as he flopped down next to Eddie.

“Hey dude, you okay? I saw uh - you know…”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s cool. I’m sure she will say hi if she feels like it. Wanna smoke?” He tried to sound as nonchalant as he could, but Eddie knew him, he could tell how upset he truly was. But if he didn’t want to talk, he wasn’t going to pry.

“Yeah bro, light one up, why the hell not? It is a party after all, Robin’s rules be damned.”

Steve walked down the hall toward the door he saw Bunny go in, when he entered it was dark, and the door slammed behind him.

“Oh shit! Jesus Christ. Willow?” He searched the room for her but his eyes had yet to adjust so all he could see was darkness.

“Hey Stevie boy.” A voice came from behind him, one that definitely didn’t belong to the small blonde haired girl he was looking for.

“Wha-? Who's there? This isn’t fucking funny.” He whipped around towards the door, only to find it blocked by a black cloaked figure. The mask of the infamous “Ghostface” staring back at him. “Hey man, I don’t want any trouble, seriously. I’m just looking for my girl -“

“Your girl?” The figure rushes him, slamming his back against a near wall. A shiny silver butcher's knife is held to his throat so tightly when he gulps it knicks him a little. “Since when has she ever been your girl? And if you didn’t want any trouble Steve… Why did you do it?”

“Do - do what? What did I do?” His voice comes out as panicked as his hazel eyes look, his hands shaking at his sides.

“You really don’t know? Or are you really so much of a prick that you don’t even understand the concept of right and wrong? Remember how you fucked Jonathan’s girlfriend and sent him a photo of your dick buried inside her? Or what about all the times you’ve called him ‘little dick Byers’?” The voice was harsh and masculine, which confused Steve slightly due to the fact that the person standing in front of him was half his size. Regardless, they had a knife to his throat and he had seen the photos of their victims.

“That’s what this is about? Byers? Seriously? I’m just giving him shit dude! I know that shit with Nancy wasn’t cool but I was just being a dick! I’m fucking sorry okay!”

“Yeah? You’re sorry? That’s so sweet Steve… you know, I was going to kill you, but I think I’ll let you go. I have a better idea… you’re gonna tell Jonathan just how sorry you are, and then you’re never going to fuck with him again. If I find out you do, I won’t kill you, but, I will tell everyone how ‘Big dick king Steve’ is really just a subby little baby with mommy issues who wants girls to play with his ass and spit in his mouth. Got it?” Ghostface chuckles, running the tip of the blade along the boy’s Adam’s apple.

“Yeah! Yeah! I got it! Please just let me go!” Steve has no idea how they know that, there’s only ever been two girls he’s shown that side of himself to, but right now he doesn’t fucking care, he just wants this knife as far away from his throat as possible.

“Oh Steve? if you want my advice? I’d own the whole sub thing, you’re kinda sexy when you beg…” The figure taps his cheek with the blade before backing away from him, leaving the room and locking him inside.

•

“THE KILLER IS FUCKING HERE!! HE FUCKING STABBED ME! HELP!!” A dude came running in the back door, holding his shoulder that was gushing blood. Screams erupted around the room, everyone running towards the door, bodies slamming into each other and drinks spilling as cups were dropped from hands in a frenzy.

“Fuck.” Jonathan was immediately on guard, discarding his own drink and scanning the room for Bunny and Eddie. He pushed through panicked party goers, yelling out both her real and her nickname, but she was nowhere to be seen. He scanned the room for the fluffy curls of his best friend and came up empty. He rushed down the now empty hallway, poking his head into one of the bedrooms only to be pulled inside and slammed against the door.

A hand pressed against his mouth, his head shoved against the hard wood of the door, causing him to wince and close his eyes. His hands reached for the one covering his mouth, when they met silky soft skin his eyes shot open. Bunny. She was standing in front of him in her little pink dress, her small hand still held to his lips, but the look in her eyes is one he had never seen before. He tried to say her name but it came out muffled, he tapped her hand, silently asking her to move it. She complied, taking a small step back.

“Bunny? What’s going on? Are you alright?” His eye’s frantically searched her, landing first on the blood on her left shoulder, a bit of it staining the tips of her white hair. He couldn’t tell if it was hers or not. His brown irises traveled over her face, to his relief there wasn’t a scratch on it. But that’s when he noticed it, in her right hand, a butcher's knife, covered in blood. “Bunny? Why do you have that?”

“Aww, you’re so sweet to me Jonny Bear, I’m alright. Don’t worry. It’s not my blood.” A smirk stretches across her lips and that look he couldn’t identify before now presents itself as almost evil.

“Whose - whose is it then? And you didn’t answer my question Bunny… Why do you have that knife? Why is it covered in blood? What's going on?” Jonathan is frantic, his hands running through his hair as his breath starts to pick up.

“It’s Jason’s.” She shrugs, so nonchalantly, like holding a knife with one of their classmates' blood dripping from it is just an everyday occurrence.

“Jason’s? What happened to Jason?”

“Well… there is no more Jason.” She raises the knife, shaking it back and forth, that smirk on her face widening into a full blown smile. “Me and Sam made sure of that.”

“You and Sa - ? What do you mean Bunny? What did you do to Jason?” Jonathan is in disbelief, this isn’t the Willow he knows, did she seriously hurt Jason? Does that mean? No. She can’t be.

“Jonathan… baby, don’t do that.” She pouts as she closes the distance between them again, pressing her chest against his, the knife still held at her side.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I did. Well, what we did. We stabbed him in the neck, both sides. If you need me to spell it out for you.” She giggles, that giggle that usually sounds sickly sweet coming off far more sinister now.

“Bunny… I - does that mean you - you killed all of those people? Why? Why would you do that? I don’t understand you’re so-“ his eyes search her face, his sweet Willow, could she really have done this? Everything he knows about her tells him no, but the way she’s looking at him right now, and the knife in her hand? They tell him otherwise.

“Well, I didn’t kill all of them… Just your dad… and Nancy…” She brings a delicate finger up to his jaw, tracing it. “I did it for you, ya know? Because you deserve better than them.”

“For me? What - what do you mean you did it for me?” Jonathan was beyond confused, why would she do that for him?

“Well, I feel like your dead beat dad was a given, I saw how upset you were when he came around here last year, asking you for money and insulting you when you didn't have it. Hurting you. You thought I didn’t notice but I did. You think I don’t notice you but I do…” she presses herself closer to him, her hand cupping his jaw while she runs her thumb over his bottom lip. He gulps, and he knows it shouldn’t but his cock stirs in his pants at the feeling of her boobs pressed against his chest.

“And Nancy… well I never liked her know it all ass anyways, but when I found out what she did to you? My blood boiled. Imagine having a sweet boy like you and hurting him like that? I almost killed Steve too… but I had a more fun idea for him. He’s locked in his room right now.” She giggles, her brown eyes shine and that sickly sweet smile doesn’t budge.

Jonathan is speechless, he still isn’t sure that this isn’t some kind of fucked up dream. His sweet Bunny, Willow, a killer?

“Don’t act like you’re not happy, Bear, I can feel your appreciation.” She ground herself against his hardening cock, the knife in her hand drags up his bare forearm and sends shivers through his entire body. “Plus, you aren’t so innocent, I know all about your little photo collection of me. I love how much you fall for my ditzy girl act, you didn’t ever think I was bending down in front of you in all those tiny skirts on purpose?”

“Were you… really?” He gasps, the knife continuing to travel up his shoulder, his collarbone, until it stops at his throat where she presses it lightly. Not enough to break the skin, just enough for him to feel it.

“Of course I was, oh, and orange juice? Jonny Bear, you really think I wouldn’t know? Pathetic virgin boy cum is my favorite flavor.” She bites her lip, her free hand coming to tug on the strap of his camera that he has yet to replace.

“You knew? I felt so bad, I’m so sorry, I just didn’t know what to say and I -“

“Jonathan!” She holds a finger to his lips, shushing him. “Don’t be sorry, I liked it. I’d like to get a taste of the real thing… if I’m being honest.” She bites her plump lower lip, her eyes traveling his face. He looked confused, but scared? No. When her eyes met his there was lust there.

“You do?” He bites his lip, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he looks at her. The smile on her face is still there, but the look in her eyes is now filled with hunger and it makes his heart rate pick up in a different way.

“Yeah, can I taste you?” She leans up on her tiptoes, her lips graze his ear and it sends shivers through his body.

“Please.” He whimpers and it’s like music to her ears.

She tosses the knife across the room and it hits the wooden floor with a clank. She takes the camera from around his neck, bringing the strap to her lips and darting her tongue across it with a moan. Putting the camera around her own neck.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” She drops to her knees and smiles up at him and her voice is like honey, and if he didn’t know any better he would believe she was the sweet girl he thought she always was until ten minutes ago.

She undoes his belt, undoing his button and zipper with haste. She pulls his pants down to his ankles in one swift motion and his cock springs free, hitting his stomach. It’s long and thick, honestly bigger than she expected and she moans at the sight. She takes it in her hand, her thumb circling the head, spreading around the precum that gathered there.

“Oh shit bunny.” Jonathan whimpers and sends shockwaves to Bunny’s core.

“Mmm.. I knew you’d sound so sweet whimpering for me, Jonny Bear.” She leans forward to kitten lick his head and moans at the taste of him. “And you taste so good.”

She smirks at him, batting her mascara covered lashes as she takes his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Jonathan moans, his hands coming up to clutch the wall behind him, his head thrown back.

“Oh god.” His voice sounds fucked out, his cheeks flushed, and he’s trying really fucking hard not to cum already. The way Bunny’s plump lips look so perfect wrapped around his cock just like he thought they would, her big doe eyes staring up at him as she moans around him. She takes the rest of him down her throat and he jerks forward, causing her to gag. “Oh sh - shit, I’m sorry bunny, fuck.”

“Mmm that’s okay baby, I liked it.” She takes him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Her small hand comes up to play with his balls and his eyes roll back, a loud moan ripping from his chest.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna - I’m gon-“ Jonathan is seconds away from cumming when she pulls off of him with a pop.

“Don’t you dare cum yet, don’t you want to cum inside of me?” Bunny stands, that smirk on her face ever present. “You look so cute like this… I think I should take a picture. It’s only fair that I have one of you since you have so many of me, don’t you think, Bear?”

“Uh - yeah, yeah, I think that’s… fair.” Jonathan blushed profusely, the thought of her taking a photo of him with his pants around his ankles and his hard leaky cock exposed feels humiliating. But god he would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on even more.

“Good boy.” Her voice is sickly sweet and those words leaving her mouth make Jonathan moan. She takes a step back, holding the camera to her face. She clicks the button not once, but twice. She pulls the camera over her head, setting it on a dresser in the room before her dress follows. His jaw drops and a whine leaves his lips at the sight of her bare before him. No bra or panties to be found under that little pink dress. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed for me.”

She doesn’t have to ask him twice. He quickly removes all his clothing as she watches with lust filled eyes. He lays down on the guest bed, his cock still hard and at attention. His brown eyes are wide with wonder as Bunny walks over to the bed to straddle him. She grabs his face in her hand, squeezing his cheeks together with her thumb and index finger roughly. But when she leans down to kiss him for the first time her lips are gentle, and so so soft and her lip gloss tastes like bubblegum. Jonathan moans into the kiss, his hands instinctively grabbing onto her hips.

“I wanna taste you too, Bunny.” He whimpers against her lips. “Will you sit on my face? Please Bunny?”

“Mmm… next time, baby. I’ll give you a little taste though, since you’ve been such a good boy for me.”

She uses her hands to push herself up against his chest, and god does she look beautiful sitting above him. Jonathan watches as she brings two fingers to her core, sliding them inside her. She fucks them into herself a few times and he can hear how wet she is. She pulls her fingers from herself and brings them to his lips.

“Suck.” Jonathan eagerly takes her fingers into his mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of her finally on his tongue. Bunny settled herself on his lap, her slick pussy lips sat directly on his cock. She grinds down, easily gliding along his length with how wet she is. “I can’t wait anymore to have this pretty cock stretching me out.”

She pulls her fingers from his mouth and brings them to his cock, rubbing her spit along the head. She takes his shaft in her hand, rising up on her knees and sliding his tip through her slick folds. She pushes his head inside, grinding up and down a few times before slamming the rest of the day down onto his cock in one thrust.

“FUCK! BUNNY!l Jonathan moans, his eyes crossed, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass.

“Mmm Jonny bear, you feel so fucking good, filling me up just right, you’re so good for me. My good boy.” Bunny starts to bounce up and down on his cock, her hands planted on his chest and her manicured nails pierce his flesh in the best way.

“You feel - so good Bunny. So good. So warm. Oh god.”

He’s a whimpering mess, the girl of his dreams is riding him like her life depends on it, her pussy sucking him in like it was fucking made for him. Her tits bounce in his face and he wants to grab them so badly, it’s like she can sense his hesitation because she grabs his hands and brings them to her chest, squeezing. He greedily takes the invitation, his hands grouping onto the plush flesh.

“Did you jerk off to those pictures of me, bear? Is that why there was cum on your camera strap? Just couldn’t resist, could you?” She mock pouts at him, her thrusts never faltering.

“Y- yes. Yes, I saw this photo I forgot I took and - fuckingshitohmygod - and I just couldn’t help myself. It was in my car, in the parking lot at school too.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot baby, I love how much you want me. It drives me crazy.” She laces her fingers into his hair and pulls, It earns her one of those pathetic little whimpers she wants to record and listen to on repeat. She leans forward, attaching her lips to his neck. She sucks hard, making sure to leave her mark. “And you’re all mine, huh? My good boy? You don’t even care that I killed those people, do you? Just wanna be my little slut and let me use you?”

“Fucking, shit, yeah Bunny. I - Jesus Christ - I’d do anything for you.” His hands grip onto her ass but other than that he’s like puddy underneath her and you can tell he’s getting close.

She sits up again, her thrusts becoming harder and faster than ever. She brings her hand between her legs, rubbing fast circles on her clit.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty boy?” She brings her other thumb to his lip, running the digit across it. “Gonna fill me up?”

“I - FUCK!” Jonathan stiffens beneath her, his fingernails digging so deep into the skin of her ass that she feels the skin break. Seconds later he’s spilling inside her, the feeling sending her over the edge as well. She grinds through her high on his over sensitive cock, breathy little gasps leaving her lips while he whimpers overstimulated and at her mercy.

“Holy shit.” Bunny chuckles, rolling off of him and into his side with a groan. She snuggles up into his chest and he happily takes her into his arms. “That was amazing. You were so good for me Bear, my good boy, you’re always gonna be my good boy. From now on… I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

And she meant it. She would protect him at all costs. Even if it meant she had to go a little mad sometimes.

#Jonathan Byers #jonathan byers au #Jonathan Byers fanfiction #Jonathan Byers smut #Jonathan Byers x fem!OC #Jonathan Byers x OC #Jonathan Byers x reader

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crxshed-skxlls · 9 months

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— ❝ Masterlist / Sources

Here is a masterlist of my fanfics/headcanons. My Request info is linked [here] if you want to request anything from me. [Note that most of my fics would be classified as "dead dove", but some are way more tame than others.]

All of my headcanons and upcoming stuff is below the MDNI.

Creepypasta Headcanons / Fanfics:

Proxies // Slenderman

Ethereal Sickness: Slender x Male!Reader fic

Slender x Fem!Reader headcanons

Dual Purpose: Masky x Fem!reader x Hoodie fic

Enough is Enough: Sub!Ticci Toby x Fem!Reader fic

Classic Creepypastas

Home Invasion: Eyeless Jack x Gn!Reader fic

Bloody Painter x GN!Reader headcanons

Comedic Jealousy: Laughing Jack x Fem!Reader x Candy Pop

Candy Pop x Fem!Reader headcanons

Laughing Jack x Fem!Reader x Jason the Toymaker aftercare headcanons

Laughing Jack x Fem!Reader Headcanons

Laughing Jack x Virgin!Fem!Reader headcanons

Treatment Plan; Nurse Ann x Male!Reader fic

A Welcoming Surprise: Jane The Killer x Male!Reader fic

Generally Coming soon:

Technical Difficulties: Zalgo x Male!Reader fic

Colorful!Laughing Jack x Fem!reader headcanons

Creepypastas

Multi-purposed tools: Sequel to "Dual Purpose"

8 sub!Ticci Toby x AFAB!reader headcanons

Workshop Mischief: Jason the Toymaker x AFAB!reader

Chilling Discoveries: Alpha!Hoodie x Omega!Reader

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weird-brain666 · 4 months

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Hi! This is my rules for my request. My first language is not english, sorry for the mistakes.

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What I will write

X male reader/ X gender neutral reader

Trans reader

Fluff

NSFW [only for male character]

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet [only for male character]

platonic relationship

Comfort oneshot/senario/HC

K!nky things

What I will not write

Ped0ph!li@

child character x reader non-platonic relationship

female character NSFW

k!nk that make me uncomfortable [p!ss k!nk, p0op k!nk, v0re, food and more]

Trans front h0le p3n3tr@t!on

non-con

@bu$e [it okay if it "character comfort reader" type of senario]

Specific reader [I want my content to be relatable for everyone]

specific skin color reader [again I want my content to be relatable for everyone and im withe so I dont know the everyday life of POC pepole or thier tradition so I will always stay vague on the readers race]

Angst

Female/fem reader

Who I will write for

CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Laughing jack

Jason the toymaker

Nina the killer

Jane the killer

Homicidal liu

Ticcy toby

BEN drowned [he is a child character]

Sally [she is a child character]

[You can ask other creepypastas and i will tell you if i know them enough to feel comfortable writing them.]

SLASHER

Michael Myers [OP or RZ version, specify please]

Bubba Swayer

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger [OP version]

Otis Driftwood

Hannibal Lecter [OP version]

Asa Emory / the collecter

Jesse Cromeans / chromeskull

[You can ask for others I will tell you if im comfortable writing for them]

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gothicgender · 3 months

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Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.

Requests - open

Request rules :

I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.

The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.

I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.

I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.

I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.

I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !

Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !

Characters I will write for !

Hazbin hotel :

Chalie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Cherry Bomb

Rosie

The overlords (expect Valentino)

Lucifer

Lute

Adam (probably)

Mimzy (probably)

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

Ships I accept :

Charlie x Vaggie

Husk x Angel Dust

Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)

Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb

Carmila and Zestrial

Creepypasta :

Jeff the killer

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu

Bloody Painter

Ticci-Toby (probably)

Jason the toymaker

Candy Pop

Eyeless Jack

Hobo Heart

The puppeteer (maybe)

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Nathan the nobody

Jane the Killer

Nina the killer (both versions)

Rogue

Kate the chaser

Nurse Ann

Suicide Sadie

Judge Angels

Clockwork

Zero

Lulu

Laughing Jill

Nemesis

Ships I accept :

Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)

Kagekao x Suicide Sadie

Bloody Painter x Judge Angels

Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley

(other you can suggest)

Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :

Clawdeen Wolf

Draculaura Vike

Frankie Stein

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Ghoulia Yelps

Abby Bominable

Jinafire Long

Iris Clops

Operetta

Robecca Steam

Rochelle Goyle

Scarah Screams

Skelita Calaveras

Spectra Vondergeist

Toralei Stripe

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Twyla Boogeyman

Venus McFlytrap

Marisol Coxi

C.A. Cupid

Casta Fierce

Elissabat

Clawdia Wolf

Viperine Gorgon

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd Wolf

Heath Burns

Holt Hyde

Invisi Billie

Jackson Jekyll

Neighthan Rot

Garrot du Roque

Kieran Valentine

Manny Taur

Ships I accept :

Clawdeen x Draculaura

Clawd x Draculaura

Cleo x Deuce

Abby x Heath

Ghoulia x Sloman

Frankie x Jackson

Spectra x Porter

Rochelle x Garrot

Scarah x Billie

Iris x Manny

Harry Potter :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Lee Jordan

Angelina Johnson

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Tom Riddle

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greenglass

Millicent Bulstrode

Cho Chang

Padma Patil

Luna lovegood

Marietta Edgecombe

Penelope Clearwater

Michael Corner

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Cedric Diggory

Ships I accept :

Harry x Ginny

Ron x Hermione

Neville x Hannah

Luna x Rolf

George x Angelina

Teen Titans :

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Bumblebee

Blackfire

Terra

Madame Rogue

Chesire

Punk Rocket

Ships I accept :

Robin x Starfire

Raven x Beast Boy

Jinx x Kid Flash

This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.

#hazbin hotel #creepypasta #harry potter #monster high #teen titans #writing

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little-diable · 11 months

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Mind Games - Aaron Hotchner 3/5

Here we go, part three to this series. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader had once worked with the CBI, trying to help Patrick Jane catch Red John. Now, as she is part of the BAU and dating Aaron Hotchner, her past is coming back to haunt her. Will her team be able to support her through it? Will her relationship survive her clash with old times, memories she had been running from and a run in with her ex-lover?

Warnings: 18+, smut with Aaron, a lot of tension, flashbacks to trauma

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader, past Patrick Jane x fem!reader (2k words)

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

Part 1 Part 2

“It’s time for you to tell us what is going on here, between you two, (y/n).”

“What are you doing?” She froze in her step, hands tightening their grip on the clothes she was about to throw into her bag. Piercing bright eyes kept watching her move, standing in the middle of her apartment, looking panicked, lost, and frightened. The marks that had been left on her throat were still prominent, a haunting view Patrick wouldn’t ever be able to shake from his thoughts. “Honey, what’s going on?”

“I need to leave.” Tears were welling up in her eyes, momentarily blurring her sight as her body snapped back into motion. Her heart was pumping loud, louder than the anxious breaths leaving Patrick, forced to watch his lover pack her bag, about to leave him behind. It was an awful sight, a sight so confusing, Patrick’s insides began to churn. Deep down he hoped that she was leaving because of him, because of the current fight the two were stuck in, but fuck, this was worse, so much worse. Fate was about to rip her from him, the woman he had wanted to propose to in the following week.

“Hey, look at me, stop, just for a second.” But (y/n) couldn’t. She kept packing her bag, pushing past Patrick who didn’t manage to grasp her wrist in time. Her body shook, violently as if she was about to freeze to death. Her steps were fast, uncalculated, resulting in her almost tumbling over her own two feet. “Honey, please.”

“I can’t, I’m sorry.” This time Patrick managed to grab ahold of her hand, forcing (y/n) to freeze as he pulled her against his chest. Her sobs wrecked through her, body struggling to fight through the waves of exhaustion, of anger, and of fear that overtook her system. “I love you, Patrick, and I always will. I am so sorry.”

“I need some time, please.” (Y/n) tried to move towards the door, needing to flee from the conversation her team was pressuring her into. But (y/n) didn’t get far, forced to a halt as a cold “Agent (y/n)!” left her boyfriend. Aaron’s gaze was sharp and steady, threatening to cut through her skin, not daring to give her a way out of the conversation she had been running from ever since that night.

“You told me you have to work with us on this case, and I trusted you. You made this decision, so sit down and tell us what is going on. Lives are at stake here.” Her eyes flickered towards Patrick, not expecting the warm gaze he shot her, slightly nodding his head to encourage his ex-lover.

“Alright.” (Y/n) took a step closer, sitting down on a chair placed between Patrick and Aaron. “As you know, I was part of the CBI for years, and ever since I’ve joined them, we’ve been tormented by a serial killer called Red John. He’s the reason Patrick ended up at the CBI, and I promised Patrick that if I can help him make his peace, I would do it. Within my first year at the CBI Patrick and I started seeing each other, things got serious pretty fast.” Her eyes didn’t dare meet Aaron’s, not prepared to get lost in whatever expression was tugging on his features. “I don’t have to explain to you the risks dating within a team bears. Three weeks before I left the CBI I was kidnapped, held hostage for five days. I hadn’t been able to escape my memories, the trauma I desperately tried to fight against. I felt like a failure, felt like I had disappointed Patrick and my team, since I hadn’t been able to even protect myself, so I packed my things and left, left California, left the team, left Patrick. And I regret it, I don't regret meeting Aaron, I don't regret joining the BAU, but I regret the way I let my trauma ripped me from those I never wanted to part from.”

The room was filled with silence, a silence so thick (y/n) feared she’d never be able to escape this very moment again. Her hands were trembling, legs quivering as if she had just finished running a marathon. Patrick was the first to break the silence, hand grasping hers to force (y/n) to look at him.

“I can still remember the first call we got from him, how he spoke of you like a treasure he had managed to steal from us. We were running out of time that day, it felt like a trick as we finally got to you. And ever since that night, we’ve been trying to find him.” A tear dripped from her eye, wiped away by Patrick’s soft touch. Their eyes held contact for a few more moments before (y/n) rose to her feet, needing to deeply exhale as Aaron took lead once again.

“We need whatever you have on him, if it’s a copycat after all, I’m sure it’s him. He was waiting for another chance to get to (y/n), seeing her around me must have given him the final push. He is escalating, and he needs to be stopped.” The people around (y/n) began to move, getting in touch with the others to call them back to the BAU, exchanging data, new information, and ideas. All while (y/n) was gently pushed out of the room by her boyfriend, trailing behind him with exhaustion thumping through her system, taking over her body like a tsunami wave, drowning without any air left in her aching lungs.

Aaron’s arms found their way around her waist, tugging her closer and closer till no space was left between them, “I want you to go home for the night, get some sleep. If you still feel like working on this with us, I want you back here by tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” Aaron shot her a small smile, letting go of (y/n) to turn away from her, about to make his way back to the others. The call of his name forced his eyes back towards her, patiently waiting for her to speak up, “I love you Aaron, and I wouldn’t trade our relationship for the world, I hope you know that.”

With his lips pulled into an ever growing smile, Aaron pulled (y/n) in for a kiss, momentarily allowing her mind to rest, getting lost in the movements of his lips, tongues moving together to still their hunger. Aaron murmured the loving three words against her lips, squeezing her side before he let go of her.

……

Her eyes struggled to stay open, watching the city blur by as she made her way home. Her thoughts were spiralling, pushing one flashback after another through her mind, once again stuck in her trauma like quicksand pulling her under. (Y/n) combed through her memories, needing to find something else to focus on, something to distract her from her darkening thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of Aaron, of all their sweet moments, and the first night they had spent together.

“Are you sure about this?” His husky voice left her trembling, lips finding his as she nodded her head, allowing her fingers to undo the last button of his dress shirt. Aaron gently pushed her away from him, big hand cupping her warm cheek, forcing (y/n) to get lost in his eyes, “I need words, honey.”

“I’m sure of this, please, touch me, Aaron.” The use of his name forced a groan out of the man, lips finding hers almost impatiently, giving (y/n) a gentle push back to settle down on the mattress of her bed. Aaron felt her heart race, hands cupping her breasts, squeezing her soft skin to try and etch this very moment into his mind for years to come. His lips found their way down her throat, to her chest, sucking on her hardening nipples as his hands worked on her trousers. “Don’t waste any time, need to feel you inside of me, please.”

“So impatient, but since you’ve asked so nicely,” the rest of the sentence was left unsaid as he pulled her trousers down her legs, soaked through panties following. His skilled fingers found her core, gently circling her pulsing clit to try and distract her mind for a few seconds. Aaron found himself worshipping her body and soul, admiring the beautiful woman he never wanted to part from again.

The moan of his name forced Aaron to keep on moving, getting rid of his clothes as (y/n) reached for a condom, ripping it open with her teeth. Their eyes held contact as she rolled the condom down his cock, silently making a promise that she’d suck him off later tonight, needing to feel his cock resting on her tongue.

With a kiss shared between the two lovers, Aaron slowly pushed into her, groaning into the crook of (y/n)’s neck as her walls squeezed him. For a second he didn’t move, relishing in the new sensation, staring down on her with love swimming in his pupils. Only as (y/n) wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to force him closer, did Aaron begin to move, forcing his cock deeper into her tightness.

“Fuck, you’re so big, feels so good.” (Y/n)’s praises made a smirk widen on his lips, hand tightening its grip on her pillow. His eyes had that special glint to them (y/n) adored with all her might, hoping that she’d forever get to admire it. Their bodies moved in sync, perfectly complementing one another, seemingly able to understand what their systems were desperate for without having to speak up.

A yawn left (y/n) as she arrived at her apartment, ripped from her flashback as her gaze fell upon her door, freezing in her step. Her door was open, no longer locked, even though (y/n) was certain that she had locked it all these hours ago. Slowly she placed her bag down on the ground, taking a deep breath before she walked into her apartment.

Her heart was racing, feet trying not to make any noises as she walked through her empty apartment. It didn’t seem like anything was missing, things left in their place. Her hand trembled as she pushed open the door to her bedroom, eyes finding the crooked red smiley that had been painted onto the wall, paired with a red “Missed me?”.

Without thinking twice (y/n) reached for her phone, eyes flickering down to her screen, thumb dialling the only number she knew by heart. It didn’t ring for long, forcing an all too bright “Hello?” to vibrate in her ears.

“Patrick, he was in my apartment.” She heard the mentalist exhale, and for a few seconds they were engulfed by an uncomfortable silence. (Y/n) couldn’t stop trembling, eyes forced shut to try and stop her mind from pushing her back into that awful feeling she had felt the days following her kidnapping.

“I will be there in a minute, it will be okay, honey.” The call ended without giving (y/n) another chance to speak, staring at the now dark screen of her phone. For a moment she wondered if she should also call Aaron, and yet she didn’t, not wanting to pull him away from the files he was probably working on right now.

Though while (y/n) was sitting down on her bed, fumbling with her fingers as the seconds passed by like raindrops falling from the dark sky, Aaron was pacing his office, eyes finding the picture of him and (y/n) at any given chance. From his office he had a perfect view onto the others, his team, the CBI members, and Patrick Jane. The sight of the man left Aaron brooding, unsure what to think of him, somewhat anxious about the tension lingering between the man and (y/n).

He watched Patrick reach for his phone, speaking words he couldn’t hear with a smile tugging on the blond haired man’s lip. All Aaron could do was watch the smile turn into a frown, making his way towards the elevator with hurried steps. Aaron wasn’t fast enough to stop Patrick from leaving, he could only guess that (y/n) had called him, making Aaron’s heart clench in his chest.

“Where is he going?” Aaron turned towards Teresa Lisbon, studying the dark haired woman whose eyes were focused on the elevators.

“(Y/n) had called him, seems like he had made his next move, he broke into her apartment.”

#Aaron Hotchner smut #mind games #aaron hotch imagine #patrick jane #criminal minds imagine

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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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rules+whoiwritefor ???

rules ?

• no piss,, shit,, fart kinks cs ew

• no pedophilia

• i dnt write male readers,, only gender neutral or fem!reader

• requests r always open

note ? i write in my own style: lowercase,, double commas,, no apostrophes,, slang,, etc .

fandoms + characters i write for:

artists ?

chief keef

ddosama

destroy lonely

ddot

evvls,, jaydes,, yen

juice wrld

king von

ken carson

kodak black

lil tracy minaj

lucki

luh tyler

playboi carti

skimask

trippie redd

xxxtentacion

young thug

creepypasta ?

bloody painter

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

jane the killer

jeff the killer

ticci tobi

bungo stray dogs ?

chuuya nakahara

edgar allen poe

fyodor dostoyevsky

nikolai gogol

osamu dazai

ranpo edogawa

yumeno kyusaku (Only platonic or child reader x Yumeno, no smut hes like 10.)

danganronpa ?

celestia ludenberg

ibuki mioda

kokichi oma

nagito komaeda

rantaro amami

shuichi saihara

Genshin Impact:

Albedo Kreideprinz

Chongyun

Columbina

Cyno Mahamatra

Diluc Ragnvindr

Diona (Platonic)

Dori (Platonic)

Fischl

Gorou

Hu Tao

Itto Arataki

Kazuha Kaedehara

Klee (Platonic)

Kokomi Sangonomiya

Mona Megistus

Qiqi (Platonic)

Raiden Ei

Razor

Rosaria

Sayu (Platonic)

Shenhe

Tighnari

Venti

Xiao

Yae Miko

Zhongli

Haikyuu:

Akira Kunimi

Atsumu Miya

Kei Tsukishima

Keiji Akaashi

Kenjiro Shirabu

Kenma Kozume

Kentaro Kyotani

Kiyoko Shimizu

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Kotaro Bokuto

Osamu Miya

Rintarou Suna

Satori Tendou

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Mahito

Megumi Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Toge Inumaki

Toji Fushiguro

Yuji Itadori

Naruto:

Deidara

Gaara

Hinata Hyuga

Kiba Inuzuka

Naruto Uzumaki

Neji Hyuga

Sasori

Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

Obey Me:

Asmodeus

Barbatos

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Leviathan

Mammon

Satan

Tokyo Revengers:

Emma Sano

Hajime Kokonoi

Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi

Izana Kurokawa

Kazutora Hanemiya

Keisuke Baji

Manjiro Sano

Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata

Ran Haitani

Rindou Haitani

Seishu Inui

Senju "Kawaragi" Akashi

Shuji Hanma

Souya "Angry" Kawata

Takashi Mitsuya

Wakasa Imaushi

Twisted Wonderland:

Floyd Leech

Idia Shroud

Jamil Viper

Leona Kingscholar

Lilia Vanrouge

Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

Ruggie Bucchi

Silver Vanrouge

Vil Schoenheit

YuGiOh (Duel Monsters and Arc V):

Atem

Chazz Princeton

Duke Devlin

Ishizu Ishtar

Joey Wheeler

Mai Valentine

Marik Ishtar

Maximillion Pegasus

Ryou Bakura

Seto Kaiba

Sora Perse

Yami Bakura

Yami Marik

Yami Yugi

Yugi Muto

Yuya Sakaki

Thief King Bakura

Miscellaneous:

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous)

Amane "Hanako" Yugi (TBHK)

Ayato Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Camilo Madrigal (Encanto)

carlos madrigal

ciel phantomhive

connie springer

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Dabi (MHA)

Denki Kaminari (MHA)

Eren Yeager

Gowther (Seven Deadly Sins)

Himiko Toga (MHA)

Hotaro Oreki (Hyouka)

Iguro Obanai

Illumi Zoldyck (HxH)

Isaac "Zack" Foster (Angels of Death)

Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom)

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Killua (HxH) (No Smut)

Kusuo Saiki (TDLOSK)

Levi Ackerman

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock)

Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

Micah Yujin (Error143)

Mikasa Ackerman

Mitsuri Kanroji

Muichiro Tokito

Nagi Seishiro (Blue Lock)

Ray (TPN) (No Smut)

Ray "Saeran" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Ryuunosuke Chiba (Assassination Classroom)

Sae Itoshi (Blue Lock)

Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Saeyoung "707" "Luciel" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Suit!Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Unknown (Mystic Messenger)

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BLOODYNEREID'S MULTIFANDOM MASTERLIST ✭

"she had literature inside her heart that she couldn't sometimes write." - juansen dixon

requests are currently closed but feel free to message me if you want to chat ꨄ︎

-> HOUSE OF THE DRAGON:

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN:

Tinsel, Gold and Dragons - one-shot - modern au! - fem! reader x rhaenyra targaryen

OTHER:

Eye of Madness/Eye of Greatness - part 1 part 2 part 3?? (not yet finished) fem! oc x aemond targaryen but mostly platonic! oc with the targaryens

Zaldrītsos - Little Dragon - part 1 part 2 (requested) sickly fem! sister reader x targaryen/velaryon family

-> WEDNESDAY:

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS:

Donec mors nos separaverit - Love and Death - one-shot fem! necromancer reader x wednesday addams

Dancing In Green - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x wednesday addams

Platform Mary Janes - headcanons (requested) gn! shorter reader x wednesday addams

-> DAISY JONES & THE SIX:

WARREN ROJAS/RHODES:

Rulebreaker - one-shot fem! reader x warren rojas

Rhythm of Our Love - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x warren rojas

Notes on a Rockstar and a Bookstore Owner - headcanons (requested) fem! booksmart reader x warren rojas

The Language of Love - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x warren rojas

Innervated Love - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x warren rojas

Comets Ricochet - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x warren rojas

GRAHAM DUNNE:

Here's to the Fools Who Dream - one-shot (requested) fem! actor reader x graham dunne

Tucked Away in the Ocean - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x graham dunne

KAREN SIRKO:

Radiance - one-shot (requested) fem! gf reader x karen sirko

Echoes of Pain & Love - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x karen sirko

Intertwined Heartbeats - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x karen sirko

OTHER:

Reconciliation - one-shot (requested) warren rojas x eddie roundtree

Dissected Blush - one-shot (requested) the band x reader (platonic) (reader x fem!oc)

-> GEN V & THE BOYS UNIVERSE:

JORDAN LI:

Reapers & Ravens - multi-chaptered fic - chapter i chapter ii chapter iii chapter iv chapter v chapter vi chapter vii chapter viii - fem! oc x jordan li (s1 of gen v completed!)

Time and Space - drabble (requested) gn! reader x jordan li (platonic ish)

Whiskey in the Shadows - one-shot (requested) gn! reader x jordan li

Kisses Under the Moon's Eye - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x jordan li

Psych Classes & Lakes - headcanons (requested) fem! reader x jordan li

Falling Grand Pianos - headcanons (requested) gn! reader x jordan li

Heartstrings - one-shot (requested) fem! rival reader x jordan li

Inked Souls - drabble (requested) gn! human reader x jordan li

Seeds of Jealousy - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x jordan li

Ice Crystals & Hot Chocolate - drabble (requested) gn! reader x jordan li

Stained Glass - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x jordan li

Stolen Kisses - headcanons (requested) gn! reader x jordan li

CATE DUNLAP:

Forgotten Snows - one-shot - fem! reader x cate dunlap

LUKE RIORDAN:

Double Sided - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x luke riordan

OTHER:

Paws of Darkness - one-shot - a gen v mystery (part 2 of my halloween double feature) - limoreau, sam x emma, cate x andre

Brewing Love - one-shot - limoreau - coffee shop au

Paper Petals - one-shot (requested) gn! reader x marie moreau x jordan li

Love (A Tale of Two Souls) - one-shot (requested) gn! reader x oc, x jordan li

A Gen V Christmas - headcanons (requested) - limoreau, sam x emma, cate x luke

-> SUCCESSION:

ROMAN ROY:

Lunch Confessions - one-shot (requested) fem! reader x roman roy

-> SCREAM FRANCHISE:

OTHER:

Scream for Me - headcanons (part 1 of halloween double feature) my fav scream killers x reader (there are fem & gender neutral readers)

Of Flowers Flooded With Blood - drabble (requested) fem! adopted reader x tara x sam carpenter (platonic)

-> TOP GUN:

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW:

Sorrys & I Love Yous - drabble (requested) gn! reader x rooster

House of Cards - one-shot (requested) gn! reader x rooster

OTHER:

Bundled Up - headcanons (requested) gn! reader x rooster/gn! reader x phoenix/gn! reader x hangman

-> MASTERS OF THE AIR:

MAJOR JOHN 'BUCKY' EGAN:

Navy Blue Ink - part 1 part 2 fem! reader x john egan

Strangers in the Night - one-shot fem! reader x john egan

MAJOR ROBERT 'ROSIE' ROSENTHAL:

Zodiac Suite - one-shot fem! reader x rosie rosenthal

Those Sunlit Kisses Universe - part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 fem! oc (lucy everett) x rosie rosenthal (not yet finished)

MARJORIE 'MARGE' SPENCER:

Melted Gold - one-shot fem! reader x marge spencer

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Inspired by @swampstew's Killer Cook - which you should seriously go read, it's a fantastic set up. It's a completely different vibe from this one-shot, but it's Damn Good Writing and World Building and I think you'll love it as much as I do.

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

Word count: 3,682

CW: BDSM, hook-up, rope, safe sane and consensual, does NOT result in a relationship, language, degradation (name calling),

[This picks up from the end of the first chapter of Killer Cook (go read it!) ]

PunkNeverDied69: You can’t afford my tastes. UnderstatedGrin: They might not be able to, but I know I can. PunkNeverDied69: What makes you so sure, doll? UnderstatedGrin: If you’re brave enough to find out, I can prove it.

KillerCook: Take this to DMs or something, but get out of my comments *both* of you.

The parameters you laid out were simple. Lunch at a local popular cafe. Your treat, all he has to do is arrive first. After all you know what he looks like, but he doesn’t know what you look like. No strings, no expectations - if it was a bust before the food was cold, so be it, and if it turned into a one night stand, then that's fine too.

You were both adults, so long as he wasn’t already seeing someone you weren’t concerned about how things unfolded. He was hot, yes, but oddly you were drawn more to his personality and the sound of his voice. Everything else was just some delightful bonuses.

He looked a little out of place in the cafe, but only because the cafe didn’t suit him. For how you imagined he preferred to dress when he went out he had kept things fairly low-key. The black t-shirt didn’t have any extra print on it, and the jeans fit him well, all the way down to black spike studded combat boots.

That fiery hair of his was a well-placed mess, and he seemed to be ignoring the looks his scar and prosthetic caused. Considering the different ones you had seen in the videos, he was going pretty low key across the board.

You sat down across from him and watched his face go through a series of emotions. He looked around after a moment and then looked back at you.

“Fuckin’ with me already, doll?” He asks, a little irritation in his voice despite his grin.

“Hardly,” you reply with a small smile. “I warned you my appearance was going to clash with what you expected.”

You had light makeup up on giving you that natural look, and your hair was pulled into a mostly tight bun at the curve of your head, instead of down by your nape. You wore a white blouse with a sweater vest over it, and a knee-length pencil skirt with a pair of Mary Jane’s. The added effect of your rimless glasses made you look like the least dangerous thing for a hundred miles at least.

A waitress came over to take your order and you prompted Eustass to order whatever he pleased. By the time he was done he had ordered almost half the menu, but it was okay - this was the game anyway. The push and pull. Your desire to lure him in, his desire to piss you off.

Gods you loved that attitude of his.

You spoke about Killer and the cooking channel while you waited for the order to arrive, and you’re surprised to find him talking more about his friends than himself. He talks gruffly, but fondly, about Heat and Killer both, and even admits that there’s another guy named Wire who hasn’t yet accidentally wandered into the kitchen, but helps with editing.

After the food arrives you prompt Kid to enjoy it, sipping the tea that you had gotten for yourself. It wasn’t that you couldn’t sit here and pack away food with him, but you didn’t want your nerves to do anything embarrassing with a heavy meal.

He’s a few bites in when you shift in your chair and he looks over at you. You must look a little uncomfortable despite your efforts, and there’s a flash of concern on his face before he swallows and looks away.

“If you really can’t swing the bill, you’re allowed to speak up or something.” He grumbles.

“Oh no, the bill is not an issue. Neither is anything you’ve done.” You say evenly, unbuttoning the collar of your blouse slowly as he turns toward you. You pull the collar aside just enough to show lines of rope and a knot sitting over your collarbone. “I simply tied things up a little snug, is all.”

Kid nearly drops the sandwich he’s working on. You can see a brief tinge of pink cross his cheeks before it’s replaced by a beautifully wolffish grin.

“Think you got my number, girlie?” He asks, going back to the sandwich.

Your smile is slight and you keep your eyes downcast as you speak. “Perhaps. Should I shoot my shot and you can tell me if I’ve hit or kissed?”

Eustass grunts a laugh before swallowing. “Fire away.”

“I think you’re fiercely loyal and supportive of your friends. You push the boundaries of what can be posted to TikTok because you want Killer to shine as much as you know he can. You’d probably never forgive yourself if you accidentally got him banned though. You’re also more of a classical music and pop kind of guy, but you know people already judge your appearance as is, so you lean into the whole rock and heavy metal - which isn’t a complete loss, cause you like that music too.” You take a sip of tea, noticing that he’s stopped eating and is looking at you. You look at him over the edge of your glasses. “I also bet you’re quite the dom, but that might be my own personal hope winning out over anything else.”

There’s a tense quiet moment between you and you simply hold his gaze with a soft smile.

“What makes you think I like classical music?” He asks after a moment, leaning back and regarding you with some amusement.

“You got in trouble with TikTok because you attributed a song to the classical score it used, and not the song itself.” You answer evenly. “I’m going to assume it was because they didn’t even change anything from the original score and then didn’t give any credit. Which, I mean, good show and all, but that’s how I sorted it out.”

“That’s some pretty creepy levels of paying attention.”

You shrug. “I set this up with the intention of inviting you over, if I wasn’t going to be sure what kind of person you are, then why bother at all?”

“Planning on inviting me over? Mouse I could snap you in half effortlessly, why would you invite me to your home?” His voice is grumpy but there’s an amused smirk on his face. “You could’ve opted for a hotel or something.”

“It’s cause of Killer, actually.”

“Huh? The fuck does he have to do with inviting me to your home?”

“Killer’s on screen a lot. Live. Candidly. Not just popping in to do taste tests and flex all those lovely muscles you’re fond of.” Your soft smile is a little more mischievous. “Anyway, I can’t imagine someone like him would put up with trash. You might be a real bastard, but I don’t believe you’re someone who would do unforgivable things to me unless I gave you reason to.”

Kid’s quiet for a moment, regarding you so intently you’re almost uncomfortable. He shrugs, finishes what he was eating, and flags down a waiter to get some to go containers. Chugging the rest of his drink he gets your address and tells you to head home.

He’ll be there, and you should be ready for him.

Kid arrives at your house twenty minutes after you, and after you let him in he takes his boots off in the entryway, giving you a sideways glance for a second.

“That your idea of getting ready for me?” He questions, his head tilting toward a box of condoms on the counter.

“Yes,” you admit, taking a few steps back to give him room. “I don’t know what else I could’ve done. The clothes are disposable, and, well, I don’t know that you won’t still leave after you see my room.”

Your confidence is faltering a little at this point. Every prior relationship had turned tail and ran away from you when you had been candid about your particular appetite. If Eustass was the same as everyone before him, he was going to put his boots back on and leave as soon as he saw your collection.

Kid starts to say something but sees the look on your face and pauses. “Fine, show me this terrifying room of yours.”

You lead him over and open the door, letting him walk in without you. The four poster bed already has cuffs set up on it, and your closet was open to show off the toys and accessories you had inside, everything from gags to whips to paddles to more rope and cuffs. There were noise canceling headphones and blindfolds as well, and a small assortment of body stockings.

There was an extensive collection of plugs, dildos, vibrators and clamps, and safety equipment to cut binds or pre-weaken items so you could break free on your own if needed to.

Kid walks all around and takes everything in before looking back at you. “Kinda went all in, didn’tcha?”

“Yeah.” You hate how small your voice sounds, but people leaving at this point happens so often you can’t bring yourself to hope.

“Well, what’re your safe words?” He asks, and the sinking feeling in your stomach does a 180 so fast you almost aren’t sure what to do with it.

“Ah.. um… j-just colors.”

“Red, green, yellow?”

You nod.

He steps toward you and reaches out, grabbing your chin and tilting your gaze up to his. “First time?”

You look away. “Yeah, no one, uh, ever stayed after this point.”

“Their loss,” he says, turning your head to pull your gaze back to his. “When I ask for a color, you tell me where you’re at - if it’s all new to you, you can use yellow to mean you’re exhausted. Red is to make it stop - I don’t care what the reason is, or when. If I gotta jerk off in your bathroom because you couldn’t make it, then that’s how it goes. We clear?”

You nod. “We’re, uh, green.”

Eustass grins, and while it’s a positive look, there’s something in it that makes you nervous. “Take that sweater off and we’ll get started.”

You pull the sweater vest off, and catch the pleased look on his face as it becomes glaringly obvious there’s a rope harness under the blouse. He pulls you against his body, feeling the ropes between the two of you, and grabs your hair roughly, tilting your head back and causing you to gasp.

“Any hard no’s before we start?”

Those golden brown eyes had you captive more than his hand in your hair. “I mean, no blood no foul is the best I have right now.”

Kid licks his lips and leans down, barely a breath away from your lips. Before he can say anything you grin.

“I bet I’d look good in that lipstick.” You manage with a light nervous chuckle.

Eustass captures your lips and the jolt of pleasure that strikes you makes your whole body squirm. You steady yourself against his chest and moan softly as his tongue steals air and sense from you, deep in your mouth before you had even realized your lips had given entry.

He pulls you into the room, standing you by the bed. Breaking the kiss enough to change where his hands are he resumes kissing you as he pulls the blouse open roughly, sending buttons scattering in all directions. You squeak as he pulls it off unceremoniously and starts to toss it aside.

He regards it for a moment, giving you a chance to catch your breath, face already hot and red. Using the blouse he ties your arms behind your back, kissing your neck and trailing his tongue along your shoulder, letting your shaky gasps out into the air.

You feel him put a part of the blouse in your hand and close your fingers around it. You could pull it and free yourself, and the consideration for your safety only made you hornier.

His arms shift as he continues to tease your neck, pulling sweet little mewling sounds out of you before he moves to the other side, sucking your skin hard and pinching your nipples between his fingers at the same time. The pleasure and pain short circuit your reactions, and your pleasurable moan turns into a swear as you take a step back.

You’re gasping and your legs are already shaking and Kid’s looking at you with an amused grin.

“Not like just using toys, is it?”

“N-no, it’s not.” You admit, body shivering with anticipation.

“Too much?”

You shake your head. “G-green, I’m green. Haa, in more ways than one.” You admit softly.

“Then get your little whore ass back over here.” Eustass says, a commanding tone in his voice that sends a chill down your back. You step back toward him, face flushed red, and stick your chest out toward him without further prompt.

“Green maybe,” he says, clearly referencing your experience. “But well educated. Does the little newbie whore wanna cum for me?”

You nod, “I want to - haa-nngh!” Your words are cut short as Eustass pulls on the rope between your thighs, digging it into your clit.

“Look at me when you beg bitch.” He demands and the shiver that runs you through - more from his tone than his words - forces a shaky sound out of you. You can see the delight on his face before you can speak up.

“I-I want to cum a-against your cock.” You beg, your face painfully red as you manage to look at him through the whole thing before looking away.

“Mmm, let’s see if you can earn that privilege.” He muses, pulling the pencil skirt off and letting it pool at your feet. He helps you step clear of it before turning you around and shoving you onto your bed, chest down, ass in the air as you barely manage to keep your feet under you. “I want to hear a color from you after each one of these, doll.”

“O-okay,” you answer a little shakily, fairly certain you know what’s coming.

“That should be a ‘yes sir’ at the least.” He says, his right hand cracking sharply against your ass.

The sweet sting turns pleasurable quickly and you gasp at the sensation - knowing it was coming did you no good.

“G-green, sir, and ah, h-harder, please.”

“Mm, listen to you.” His left hand comes down harder, the exacting control he has over the prosthetic leaves a delicious, and heavier, sting against your skin.

After every smack you say green, even if a couple times you need to catch your breath or struggle against a moan to speak. After nearly a dozen solid smacks you let the first yellow pass your lips.

Eustass’s hands grab your bright red ass cheeks and squeeze them, eliciting a nearly orgasmic sound from you as the strange mix of pleasure and pain push into your body.

“You’re legit turned on by this,” he says practically purring the words. “Your cunt’s just drooling down your thighs. I’ll give you credit, you are a delightful little toy. Fuck I want to shove my cock down your throat and see how much you’ve practiced with those monster dildos, but we’ll see how fast you recover from this first.”

You hear and feel the safety scissors as Kid cuts the rope that is soaking in your slit, and moves it away.

“Color?”

“Green, green! Just p-please don’t stop!” You gasp into the mattress, the words collapsing into a cry of pleasure as hot fingers find your clit. His fingers slip and slide against your soaking pussy for a couple seconds before his prosthetic steadies you.

“Don’t squirm so much,” he says with a chuckle. “I can’t keep my fingers on your clit when you move so much. Keep your hips up.”

“T-trying… legs are… I’m gonna c-cum!” You can feel the rush of pleasure threatening to overtake you when there’s a sharp snap against your ass.

“You wanted to cum around my cock, don’t go creaming on your own, doll.” He says, pulling his fingers from your clit. You could hear the wrapper break and then a moment later you could feel him.

You hadn’t seen the size of him since things started, but he felt impossibly large. Maybe it was because you weren’t in control like you were with your toys, but you shift your hips against the tip, trying to help lubricate the beast before it tears you open.

“Used to taking this on your own terms, aren’tcha, ya little size princess? Well, not this time. You keep those hips up and still.” He commands, and you comply despite your concerns. “There we go, don’t worry, I’m not going to break you.”

He leans down over you and can feel the warmth of him against your back, and the heat of his words tickle your ear.

“You're entirely too fun to break in the first round, girlie.” He promises you as he begins to push into you. His face stays near yours as he pushes deeper. Slowly and without pause.

Most of the toys you had, had some give to them, but Eustass was more like metal than flesh, as he stretched you wider than you had ever done to yourself. It took all you had to stay still as he pushed in so achingly slow, relishing in the twitches and gasps coming from you.

“Don’t you dare cum from just this,” he demands, and you can feel your body responding, regardless of your own will. “I’m about to make all your little toys useless. Or at least useless in your hands.” He muses, leaning back as his hips push flush against your thighs.

“Holy fuck, look at you taking all of me like a godsdamned champ.” He grabs your hips and pushes himself deeper by pulling you against him and the sensation forces a broken moan from you as one of your leg curls. “Oh I am going to fuck you mindless, little mouse.”

You gasp at the name and hide your face in the mattress, arms flexing against the ropes, legs already shivering before he’s even started.

“Like that, huh?” He pulls back and little and thrusts heavily into you. “Keep being a good girl, and maybe I’ll call you mouse more often.”

Your legs aren’t holding you up as Eustass grips your hips and snaps into you over and over. Pleasurable sounds leak from both sets of your lips, some of them soaking into the mattress, some dribbling down your thighs. Once he finds a spot that makes you practically growl in pleasure he hits that spot over and over and you couldn’t hardly make any sounds as the powerful orgasm crashes into you.

You couldn’t even beg for permission.

You hadn’t ever brought yourself to such a hard orgasm, and you hear Eustass hiss as you clench and spasm against him. He mutters a curse under his breath, pushing you further onto the bed and lifting you up enough to get your knees on the mattress.

Your body crumpled under you, but Eustass leans into you and the bed. He gives you enough of a reprieve, pushing into you slowly, to let your senses return a little.

“Where’re you at, little mouse?”

“G-green, for the love of fuck, d-don’t stop!” You gasp, pushing back into him. “I’ve n-never - that was am-ma-mazing - hnnngh!!”

“Flattery will get you pretty far, at least when it’s like that.” He grins, pounding into you again from the new angle. The bed is taking most of the punishment, as his hips smack into your thighs and push you into the mattress.

You can’t care about the bed, or much of anything else. You squirm and wiggle under him and the inability to escape fuels your pleasure, pushing you toward a second orgasm quickly.

“Haa-ngh, fuck, K-Kid, I’m gonna… can’t -.”

“Scream for me.” He demands, reaching around and pushing his fingers into your clit.

You gasp and let loose a short string of swears before your entire body curls and the orgasm nearly breaks you. You cry out something, and you're vaguely aware of Eustass cumming with you as he growls your new favorite nickname before slamming into your needy body roughly.

You’re a little disappointed he needed to wear the condom, the idea of his pleasure leaking out of you was turning you on, even if you weren’t sure why. It probably had a little bit to do with the gaping empty feeling as he pulled out of you, you’re shivering at the sensation of it and the odd hollowed out feeling that lingered.

“Let me get you out of those ropes and get you cleaned up.” He says after taking a second to catch his breath. “How ya feeling?”

“Exhausted,” you admit with a chuckle as the ropes are loosened. “All my muscles are mush. Exhaustion aside, that was fucking amazing.”

Eustass rolls you onto your back to undo the knots on the front. “Good. Nothing feels bad?”

“Mm, in what way?”

“No weird pain, no pang of regret?” He asks. “Whatever it is, it’s best to talk it out now instead of later.”

“Hm.” You consider things for a moment. “Aside from a bit of rope burn, nothing feels off physically. Mentally, er, no. No regrets. I’m glad to have done this, but er, how do I find people like us?” You ask with a sheepish grin as he helps you sit up.

Eustass snorts. “Let me help you get set up on a kink-friendly dating website after a shower.” He says, helping you stand. “Friends?” He questions, raising a brow.

“Friends.” You admit with a smile.

“Good, so rule #1, if anyone you hook up with ignores your safe words, you tell me.” Kid says, ruffling your hair before he practically carries you into the bathroom.

#TikTok Top #eustass x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #reader insert #one shot #inspired by Killer Cook by Swampstew

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