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rashomonss · 11 months

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The brothers and the Human Realm

a/n: so ik ‘jealous much’ won the poll but it’s still not done yet so have this instead!

context: a part of me still finds lessons 40-43 funny because the brothers have never really been to the human world that much, and they don’t really know how certain things work. Take the slow cooker and ice cream truck for example. So these are little headcanons I have for when all of y’all are together in the beginning of their stay in the human realm.

enjoy <3 , also these are in no specific order

you all are hopeless…

Solomon and MC would so fuck with the brothers while being in the human realm.

For example they’d take Lucifer to the shadiest mexican restaurant possible then after they finished eating they would tell the waiters it was Lucifer’s birthday and watch the Avatar of Pride sit there with a big ass sombrero on his head as they sang happy birthday to him.

MC later took a picture and sent it to Diavolo who then made it his lock screen.

Satan and Belphie tried to electrocute Lucifer by throwing a toaster in the bathroom while he was in the middle of a shower. This happened after the fact you told them not to put water on the toaster because it could electrocute someone.

Beel ate an entire bottle of ibuprofen liquid gels because he thought they were hard gummies.

Beel also ate the food and cake shaped wax candle melts you had bought for Asmo as a gift

Beel lastly ate your whole brand new container of melatonin and it knocked him out for 15 hours straight. Needless to say Lucifer was very concerned for his wellbeing, and Belphie soon questioned if you had anymore.

Belphie and his brothers were never taught stranger danger, because who in their right mind would be a danger to them in the Devildom?

So after you had explained to him what an ice cream truck was he vowed to go to one with you.

However when a creepy old man in a white van offers him candy he believes it to be the same as the ice cream truck so he gets in the van.

When the brothers relay this information to you, you begin to lose your shit explaining how that was not in fact an ice cream truck he got into but instead a kidnapper van.

The brothers don’t know how to eat certain human world foods.

Such as a banana, watermelon, mango, pineapple, kiwi, avocado, cherry, dragon fruit, papaya, onion, etc.

So when you first buy one from the grocery store and leave it out before cutting it they automatically think it’s some weird shaped human food and bite into it eating the skin or seeds and all.

After they tell you about the weird but delicious taste of it you ask if they cut it or spit out the seeds before eating it, and when they reply with a puzzled look and a no your heart drops.

Thank god they’re demons. You then proceed to buy the same thing again this time cutting it up in front of them so they know what parts to eat of certain things.

Expanding on the cherry part, did y’all’s parents ever tell you not to swallow watermelon or cherry seeds because if you did a cherry tree or whole watermelon would then grow in your stomach??

I know mine and some of my friends parents would tell us that when I was younger to make sure we didn’t swallow any seeds.

If they didn’t then oh well, anyway…

Continuing with Solomon being an ass, he would so tell something like that to the brothers. If he happened to see Beel swallow a cherry whole he would then proceeded to tell Lucifer not to let him do that.

And when the oldest asks why Solomon would then go onto explain that if he swallows cherry pit then a cherry tree will then grow inside his stomach.

Of course this freaked out Lucifer so for the next hour he tried getting Beel to spit out all the cherries he ate.

You would have to organize their fridge and pantry in the new house because they don’t know which human world foods need to be refrigerated or not.

After you arrive at the house you spent a good three hours explaining to them not everything can go in the pantry because some of it will spoil after you open it.

Then you proceed to gag when you pulled out an expired chunky milk container from the pantry.

They find the concept of drive thru or fast food places astonishing. The fact that you can just order wait in a line for a few minutes in your car then get your food is crazy. They do however all panic though when you get to the front and they don’t know what to order off the menu.

Car washes are also something they found themselves favoring. You would turn up the music as you slowly pulled in and joked by telling the brothers you were going on a ride of sorts.

Which in turn shocked you when they did believed you as the car wash stared. Each of them were staring out the windows with starry eyes as different colors of soap were thrown on your car.

You laughed to yourself as they all admired the way the soap blended together, Asmo and Mammon found themselves taking pictures of the whole thing. While Belphie was telling Beel how this looked like a starry sky.

And Levi went on to tell Satan how this reminded him of an anime scene. Lucifer also found himself sitting quietly in the passenger seat enjoying it too. (Lucifer is a certified passenger princess, fight me on that)

Each brother questioned you on how this was possible and you replied with smile. After the car wash was over and you drove through the dryers they all asked if you could do that again, to which you replied smiling “maybe some other time”.

Lucifer watered the fake succulents and plants you put around the house for two weeks straight until you said something.

They love watching true crime documentary’s to the point you’d have to physically pull them away from the tv.

It happened one afternoon while a few of them were relaxing in the living room and you were looking for a channel to watch.

Deciding there was nothing interesting on you put on an old true crime documentary and began watching it. As the brothers heard the story of the crime from the tv they each became immersed in it.

Telling you things such as “how could humans do that to each other?” or “wow humans are more brutal than we thought” or even adding in their own comments on how they could have made the crime worse.

It became a guessing game between all of them to figure out who killed who during each episode you watched.

Much to everyone dismayed Satan was the one who won every time.

Meanwhile while they were all immersed in the tv you noticed Lucifer standing behind you, arms crossed also watching tv. You told him to sit down and watch with all of you but he denied, claiming he wasn’t really interested in stuff like this anyway.

Yet he never moved from that same spot each episode.

Each of the brothers have made something explode in the microwave.

Lucifer stained it red when he went to reheat pasta, but he put it in for to long and it exploded. Mammon overfilled his ramen thus causing it to leak then explode.

Satan and Levi also happened to be reheating takeout at the same time, but both of the containers were styrofoam and exploded. Levi got annoyed and Satan threw the microwave at Lucifer.

Asmo put some skincare product in there because he found something online about a certain hack, and it exploded causing the microwave to smell like burnt strawberries.

Beel put too much food in the microwave causing it to all melt together then explode.

Belphie put a coffee in there to reheat and it exploded, but he was too lazy to clean it up so he just left it. Lucifer was then next to use the microwave and got coffee all over him.

You made all seven of them watch the entire twilight series as a joke but ironically they all actually enjoyed it.

Satan even went out and bought the books, and finished all of them in about 2 hours

Bonus

Solomon distracted Diavolo for 3 hours straight by making him watch 5 minute craft videos.

Diavolo then proceeded to break things to try these said crafts which caused Barbatos to have a meltdown.

Barbatos destroyed an entire sidewalk because he saw two rats run across it into the sewer.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #omswd headcanons #demon brothers #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me human realm

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amsgrey · 3 months

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Clouds

resquested by @rainechase45

warnings: descriptions of a car accident/crash, reader sustaining mild injuries in said crash, mention of blood and broken bones (not in-depth), description of hypothermia + hypothermia-related symptoms, reader really just going thru it in every way, metaphors for death, very bad metaphor writing

Authors Note: I got about 2000 words into this before i remembered that americans have different cars to kiwis. Hopefully, any mistakes are fixed but if they're not, it's because kiwis drive on the left side of the road not the right.

When you first got your driver's permit, Will and Jay wouldn't let you drive without them. Even though you had completed the course and passed the driving test, they still didn't want you driving alone. Which wasn't an issue really, when you didn't have your own car anyway.

Now you have had your license for almost ten months. Will let you borrow his car from time to time. Today was one of those days. A friend from school lived outside of the city and Will had let you borrow his car to go see them. The drive was only about 45 minutes, not too long with your music blasting. Will and Jay were both working late, so you stayed for dinner with your friend and then started the drive home. It was 7 pm at least by the time you hit the road. The temperature was already 8 °F and only grew colder.

You always hated driving at night and in the rain, but both at the same time was a nightmare. It wasn't just rain now, sleet came down so hard and fast your wipers hardly had time to keep up. Driving in these conditions was dangerous, even for experienced drivers. So you slowed down, turned down the music and tried to limit the distractions. If you crashed Will's car he would never let you drive ever again.

Even with the wipers at full speed and your high beam lights on, the sleet made it near impossible to see. There was no one else on the road, at least, not in front of you. There was an SUV behind you in the left lane, you caught glimpses of its shape through the sleet every now and again. They were going much faster than you were, steadily becoming a larger shadow in your mirror. Eventually, you could see their lights fully in your mirrors. You let out a grumble as you realized they too had their high beams on. Flipping the tab on your rearview mirror didn't change the fact the wing mirrors were blinding you too.

"What on earth," You groaned, the only other car on the road, the only one you had seen in the last 20 minutes was burning holes in your eyes.

Everything changed so quickly. The SUV was speeding up, gaining speed even against all the wind and sleet. Then the car was hydroplaning on the ice and sleet on the road, it swung out of control, swerving from their lane and into your own. You couldn't look away from the mirror, watching in horror as the car kept spinning out of control. It slammed into the side of your car, hitting hard against your door as it pushed you off the road. Both of your cars slid down a bank, only coming to a stop when there was nowhere else to go.

You could feel the seat belt cutting into your chest, you wanted to claw it away but it wouldn't budge. The glass from the now smashed window was cutting through your skin, on your face, your arm, even a few pieces had cut their way through your jeans.

The cold was what kept you conscious. It flooded into your car, breaking the bubble of warmth and ripping away any sense of comfort you had seconds earlier. You weren't sure if it was tears or blood running down your face, but either way, you tried to clear your mind. There was a first aid kit in the glove box, one Will had made, if you could reach it you could help yourself.

You forced yourself to go through the checklist Will ingrained in you. Starting with your head, you made note of the concussion you likely had, then your neck, whiplash for sure. Your chest next, which was in pain from the seatbelt, but nothing else you could tell for now. Your left arm was broken, but that was a problem for another time. Your legs were squished, but you should move your feet and toes without any pain. That was as good as it was going to get, you had to get out of here. The longer you stay in here, with the sleet soaking through your clothes, the longer you put yourself at risk.

With a bit of wiggling and stubbornness, you managed to unclip the seatbelt. It didn’t move much, but with it not so tight you could now push it away from you and start the process of wiggling out of your seat. You climbed over the center console, taking your time to avoid smashed glass or hurting yourself further. Once in the passenger seat, you pulled open the glove box, dragging out the kit and rummaging through it. You ripped open one of the gauze packets, pressing it to the left side of your forehead, the sting causing you to hiss. You continued anyway, forcing yourself to open the plastic package with a sling in it. You forced the knot over your neck. Sucking in a deep breath you forced yourself to move your arm into the sling, clenching your jaw in until the pain subsided. After ten minutes of breathing through the pain, you decided enough was enough. You had to move, even if you didn’t want to, you had too.

Throwing open the door, you forced yourself out into the weather. The first aid kit stayed tucked under your arm so that you could help the other car. Walking up the incline was harder than getting out of the car, the pain from your arm and the other scrapes and bruises weighed you down. One step at a time. One foot after another. Eventually you made it to the driver's door. The windscreen was smashed, webbed cracks making it impossible to see through. You reached for the handle on the driver side, using it to steady yourself the last few steps then yanking it open. Inside, the driver was hunched over his steering wheel.

“Hey,” You tried to shake his shoulder, but he didn’t respond, “Please, no.”

You took a deep breath, then placed two fingers to the man's coritod, trying to calm the sound of your own heartbeat to feel the man.

10 seconds passed.

20.

30.

Nothing. No Pulse. No Signs of Life.

You pulled your hand away slowly, as if not to disturb him.

“I’m so sorry,” You pulled away, stumbling a few steps back.

By now, you could guess it had been almost half an hour. Half an hour in the sleet and rain, with no coat, no dry clothes. No one would be able to see you from the road, there was no barrier or break in a fence. No one could see you. You were at risk, you knew any longer out here would kill you. You had to call for help. Forcing yourself to walk back down the slope to your car was hell. Your entire body shook, every time you took a step, your legs shook and you had to take extra time to steady yourself. When you finally got back to where you started, the passenger side door, you used your right arm to pull yourself back into the car. You had left your phone in the holder on the

There were no lights on in your car, nor the other one, so you had to search with light from the moon and strained eyes. You patted down the floor of the passenger side, nothing. Leaning over the console you tried the driver side. Avoiding the mangled parts was hard, no wonder your leg was scratched up and sore. Eventually your fingers found an irregularity, your phone face down on the ground. You yanked it up, pulling it to your face and trying to turn it on. With the screen facing you, you could see the damage. It was like it had been through a blender, the only intact part of the phone being your case. It was useless. A glorified paperweight.

“Fuck!”

40 minutes in these wet clothes. You had never been so cold in your life. It was as if there was no heat left in the world, the comfort of warmth was a fleeting memory. The aggressive shivering was making it hard to do anything, but you were more worried about what would happen when you stopped shivering. Growing up in Chicago, with a doctor brother, meant you heard all about how hypothermia could sneak up on a person. Most people didn't see it coming, didn’t know the signs. You were painfully aware of them.

The racing heart. Tachycardia.

The cold white fingers. Your body pulling blood from your extremities to protect your core.

Next it would be the brain fog, shock, the feeling of being overheated. There was no telling when it could strike.

The other driver's phone.

A lightbulb went off, literally.

If you wanted to survive, you had to get back to the other driver. You had to fight.

Finding the driver's phone felt like grave robbing. You could see it sitting in his cup holder. Some kind of miracle it hadn’t bounced out. You had to lean over the man to get the phone, trying not to move him or touch the blood that was staining his clothes. With the phone in hand, you gripped it with two hands to press the power button and activate the emergency call. You pressed the phone to your ear, it rang twice.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I was in an accident,” You answered, “I need an ambulance.”

“Can you tell me where you are?”

“I- I don’t know. I’m not shivering anymore. I’m not shivering.”

Your arm dropped, phone tumbling into the snow on the ground.

“It’s not cold anymore.”

“Dispatch, we’re going to need a Medevac.”

“Hey kid,” The paramedic was trying to keep you alert, “Not far from a hospital, okay?”

“It’s too hot,” You slurred, strapped to the gurney in preparation of the Medevac, covered in foil safety blankets.

“I know, love,” The woman was so nice, her voice was so soothing. “Just hold on a little longer, yeah?”

You could hear the sound of the helicopter approaching, a steady rhythm. It grew louder and louder. it felt as if it was taking the rhythm from your heart, as the helicopter got louder you could feel your heart getting quieter.

The deafening sound and the wind that came from the chopper made you feel like you were hallucinating. The whole time as you waited for help, half conscious in the snow. It was nothing much at first, shooting stars, the moon glowing brighter and brighter. Then it was Will’s voice, Jay’s humming. All the things that reminded you of warmth, of that all encompassing feeling.

Holding onto your own consciousness was like trying to hold onto a cloud. You could just see it, sense it, but physically touching it, holding it… it was nearly impossible.

A moment of clarity had you reeling it in, forcing your eyes open.

Inside the chopper was just as loud. But more hectic. A symphony of chattering radios, yelling voices and beeping machines.

“My brother,” You croaked.

“Don’t speak, kid,” The Medevac paramedic was a different man, older than the paramedic from before. He looked like a dad.

“My brother, Doctor Halstead… Chicago Med.”

The man's face was out of focus, but you could see the realization on it. He knew what you were asking.

He turned to the other body in the back of the shopper, the one that was just a blur of blue shapes, “Get him on the radio now.”

He looked back at you, “What’s your name kid?”

You whispered it back to him, voice raw and mouth dry. You felt like you were drenched in sweat. Everything was burning. The clouds in your mind were getting further and further away, but you forced yourself to hold tight to consciousness. You needed to talk to Will. You had to talk to him.

“My name's Tom,” The paramedic was placing headphones over your ears, adjusting the mic so that your voice might reach it, “I’ve got you, alright, kid? Just take it easy.”

The other person was speaking, explaining something. You could hear the bass of his voice through the headphones, like he was speaking inside your head. But he might as well have been speaking another language, because nothing he said made any sense. Your eyes were so tired, burning from the lights inside the chopper, even though you knew they were as low as they could go. Light flares made it impossible to focus, everything blending and swirling in a sickening live painting. Nothing was peaking through those clouds now. They were dark, cold, and sinister. The ones that roll through right before a thunderstorm, before everything went haywire.

But then there was sun, a beam of warmth that basked you in calmness.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Will. The warmth that kept you safe.

If you had been in your right state of mind, you would be able to hear the strain in his voice, the pure anguish. But you didn’t. All your brain could comprehend was that he was there.

“I love you,” You whispered, not sure if it would be heard.

Tom repeated your words, mumbling something about numbers or stats dropping.

“I love you too.” Will replied, “I love you so much. I will always-”

Will cleared his throat, it registered somewhere in the very back of your mind now. He was crying.

“I will love you, forever. No matter what happens, sweetheart.”

Will didn’t call you sweetheart anymore. It was always squirt. Sweetheart was what he called you as a child, the nickname that fizzled out when you turned 10 and having a hovering older brother was embarrassing. Again, that feeling of warmth returned. The feeling of lying in the sun after a swim, letting it dry you and warm you slowly. It was calm, gentle, nurturing. The warmth that made plants grow and flowers bloom. That you had spent your whole life with. Will was the sun in your family. Warm, nurturing and oh so loving. Always there, reliable and steady. If Will was the sun, then Jay was the moon. That Light that guided you through the dark. The one that brought coolness, serenity and wiseness. Jay was the one that kept you calm. Taught you to stand on your own two feet, to fight. The moon was always there, every single night. Sometimes it hid, keeping its light hidden, but it was always watching.

Your brothers, your lifelines.

The steady thrum of the helicopter was growing silent. Replaced with a ringing that pulled you into a clear empty and dark sky.

There were no more clouds. There was nothing.

Will was on the roof as soon as he got word the chopper was getting close. The fear and anxiety that ran through his blood was making it hard for him to focus. He was standing by with strict orders not to intervene. When Goodwin had heard what was happening, she had made sure WIll knew that he could not be involved in treatment at all. No matter what, he could only watch.

“I got this, Will,” Marcel assured Will. Marcel was a brother, he knew what it was like to worry over his sister.

“I know,” Will responded, the words meant nothing. Nothing anyone could say would stop the thumping of his heart, the fear in his veins.

As the chopper landed, Will watched Marcel and the trauma nurses run in, a practiced team. The hand-off was smooth as it could be, then everyone was running back inside, headed to the ED. Elevator rides with patients were always slow and nerve racking, now was no different. The Helipad was only a few floors above the ED, the distance was hardly far enough to feel as long as it was.

“Baghdad's free” Maggie called as they barrelled into the ED. Marcel started barking orders, calling stats, medications. Will had done the routine before, thousands of times. Now, watching from outside the room,everything felt foreign and new.

Marcel and Trinny cut off your damp clothes, replacing them with warm blankets and heat packs.

“Temp check?”

“61.2. Heart rates dropping. 62, 56, 43…”

Maggie grabbed Will's arm, pulling him back as the monitors flatlined.

“Get me an amp of epi!”

"Epi’s in.”

“Hold compressions…”

“No pulse.”

“Resume compressions.”

Will looked at his watch, the minutes were ticking by.

“Alright,” Crockett switched with Asher on compressions, taking a step back, “Temps up to 63…”

“It’s been ten minutes,” Asher said through compressions, “Should we try ECMO?”

Marcel turned to Will, not for permission, but to see if he was following. THe face that Marcel saw was full of hopelessness. This wasn’t Will Halstead the ED Doc, it was Will Halstead the big brother.

“Maggie?”

“On it, Marcel,” Maggie stepped away from Will barking her own orders at nurses.

How is this happening?

Nothing else could take up space in WIll’s mind. Why was this happening?

This morning when you had left, you showed Will the weather forecast, telling him it would be cold and rainy, that you would take your time and go slow. He knew you would too. You hated driving in the rain, so you were always alert.

This morning, you had dropped him at work and yelled out the window, “Don’t kill anyone!” Before cackling and driving away.

You were so full of life when he last saw you.

Now all he saw was a limp body that shared your face.

“Will?” Jay's voice from across the ED.

Will wasn’t just your big brother. He was Jay's too. At that moment, he knew Jay needed him.

Will stepped away from the treatment room, intercepting Jay before he could get too close.

“Listen to me,” Will pulled him aside, grabbing his shoulders, “You don’t want to see her right now. Marcel and Asher are working on her, they have it handled.” Lies. They were lies, or half-truths, either way, Will didn’t believe them.

“How did this happen?”

The Halstead brothers didn’t cry much, but now the both of them were tearing up. The fear of losing the light of their lives was weighing them both down.

“That’s not important right now,” Will forced himself to say, “Right now, all that matters is she is getting treatment.”

Jay nodded, he pulled out of Will’s grasp and turned to Hailey. She had watched the whole exchange, but Will hadn’t seen her until now. She looked like she might cry too. The same thoughts circling in the Halstead brothers minds were circling in her own.

“She’s strong,” Hailey croaked out, “She’ll be okay. When she wakes up, she’ll have us, and she’ll be okay.”

Will smiled at his sister-in-law. She really meant it, her belief giving Will something tangible to hold onto. If Hailey saw the way out, he would too.

“I got a pulse!”

The beeping of machines never sounded so sweet. A steady even beat.

Will hadn’t prayed in so long, but he let slip, “Thank you, God.” A silent prayer followed.

Where there was once nothing, now there was a wide blue sky, littered with meager clouds. They weren’t the ones that looked like faces or shapes, they were so small that they almost blended into the sky. But they were there. You could see them, feel them. God help you, you were going to reach them.

The sun was out today too, a warm glow that set the perfect temperature. A spring morning with the first blooming flowers. The moon was there too, a watery reflection against the blue. It felt so serene here. The sun was calling to you, warming you in its embrace. You chose then, this would not be your goodbye to the sun and moon.

Opening your eyes was the hardest challenge of the day. It was harder than walking up that slope, or staying conscious in the helicopter. Your body screamed for sleep, but you were too stubborn. You had to see the sun.

“Will, Jay, get in here.”

A warm hand on the side of your face, another one cradling your hand so gently.

“We’re here, sweetheart.”

“We’re not going anywhere.”

This time they were real. When your eyes focused, there were your brothers. Your warmth on a cold day, the light on a dark night. When your eyes fluttered shut again, you knew they would watch over you, keep you tethered. You weren’t fearful of what would happen this time, they were looking out for you.

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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27 - ꜰᴜʀʀʏ/ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ - ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ꜱᴘɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍɪʟᴋ

pairing: fox hybrid! wooyoung x cat hybrid! reader (fem) feat. owners seongjoong

summary: you mess around with a new hybrid playmate while your owners go out to eat.

w.c: 3.4k

warnings: dom leaning! wooyoung, sub leaning! reader, these mfs are in HEAT, pet names, praise, kissing, food play, nipple play (m receiving), grinding, breeding kink (it’d be an actual crime if i didn’t include this) unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: on all levels except physical i am a kitty - meow

okay but fr i’ve always wanted to write a hybrid au so i’m so glad i finally did!! it was so fun ahhhh <3 also there's only one more fic to go ;; thank you for coming on this filthy journey with meee <3

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“Y/N, I’m home!” your owner Hongjoong called out, standing near the doorway of his apartment next to his friend Seonghwa, who he had a fat crush on, and of course, his companion Wooyoung, a beautiful red fox hybrid who was a sneaky little troublemaker with a heart of gold. “And I brought company, so make sure you have some clothes on!”

Ears twitching at the sound of your owner’s voice, you pulled yourself out of the cat nap you were taking on Hongjoong’s bed and pounced into his open closet to find one of his oversized hoodies and some booty shorts to put on. Yawning dramatically, you headed out into the living room, seeing Seonghwa give you a smile and a wave. You reciprocated, but suddenly went still upon seeing the hybrid you had never encountered before besides the times Hongjoong made you interact with him over FaceTime, your tufted ears now on high alert.

Wooyoung reacted differently, his mind yelling ‘Kitty! Must scent!’, immediately heading in your direction to do just that, but getting pulled back when Seonghwa placed his hands onto his shoulders, hearing him go ‘uh-uh-uh.’

Hongjoong walked over to you and gave you a hug, running his hand down your fluffy tail to get it to go from a standing position to a relaxed one. “Don’t be so scared, sweetheart. You’ve talked to him before. He’s been really excited to meet you in person, you know.” Seeing your apprehension, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. “I just thought you could hang out with someone new. Do you remember me telling you about this a couple days ago? How Daddy wants you to meet new hybrids so you can socialize?”

You thought about it for a minute, going back through the past week, your freshest memory being of your trip to the mall with Hongjoong. He bought you a new plushie and some new cat grass after you tossed the other one off of the balcony when you were having a fit. He used half of the spray bottle on you that day.

“Uh…not really,” you replied honestly, idly grabbing onto Hongjoong’s sleeve and holding it, looking past him, studying the fox that was staying still in his owner’s grasp. He didn’t look too scary now that you weren’t so caught off guard by a person who wasn’t your owner or his boyfriend. Friend. You weren’t sure because Hongjoong always got pouty whenever you asked. You tilted your head, finding Wooyoung’s outfit to be really adorable. He had a few pink heart-shaped clips in his hair, keeping some of his cherry-red bangs out of his eyes. He was wearing a cute oversized sweater too, one that was hanging off one of his shoulders and had a tiny heart over the breast. To make you ever more jealous of his look, he was wearing your favorite brand of athletic shorts, ones with white stripes going down the sides. You wanted to take a trip to his closet one day. You were tired of exploring Hongjoong’s, only ever finding empty bottles of cat nip that you had raided without his knowledge and random books about romance.

Wooyoung’s white-tipped fox ears perked up upon eye contact, his nose twitching a few times, taking in your scent from far away. It was comforting. Like fresh laundry and some kind of soap. Sniff. Kiwi scented soap, to be exact. Would your skin taste like kiwis too? He would have to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, you would like him, so he could get close. He loved kitties. He really liked to tease them and get them all riled up, always wanting to watch their tails puff up, but Seonghwa told him not to do that anymore. It worked out though, because his favorite thing was when he made them purr. It always made him feel really warm inside, sometimes so warm he felt like his tummy was on fire.

Hongjoong sighed, but gave your head a reassuring pat, causing you to push your head into his hand when he started to pull it away, patting it some more as a result. “Well, it’s time you met Wooyoung in person, don’t you think?” You gave him a small nod, opting to climb onto the large plush couch and sitting with your tail curled around you. Hongjoong walked over to you and murmured, “You might become good friends, sweetheart. Plus, he brought you some snacks so be a good girl and tell him thank you, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” you nodded, nuzzling your owner’s hovering hand, before looking to Seonghwa, who gave you another soft smile and released his grip on Wooyoung. You blinked for a second and the eager fox hybrid was already sitting on the couch next to you, setting down the plastic bag he had and leaning in to give your neck a few sniffs. You smelled even better up-close, unknowingly encouraging him to move his face into your soft hair, his nose brushing over your human ear, making you shiver. You stayed still, getting used to his scent as well. It was warm like cinnamon sticks and sweet like maple syrup. Yummy. Neither of you spoke, simply taking in each other’s scents and body language, exchanging intense eye contact, as though you were figuring each other out.

Hongjoong walked back over to Seonghwa and leaned against him, elbowing him gently in the ribs through his long, black coat. “Do you think they’ll be fine on their own?”

“I think so. They’re both well trained.” Seonghwa nodded his head, smiling down at Hongjoong, suddenly rubbing his stomach and groaning when he felt hunger pains. “We should probably head to the restaurant soon. I’m starving.”

Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa said bye to the both of you, but neither of you were really paying attention, only waving your hands in their direction, your eyes still locked onto one another’s, getting closer and closer as time went by.

Hongjoong grabbed his bag and coat, then headed to the door with Seonghwa, only stopping once he closed the door behind the both of them. Seonghwa walked a few feet down the hall, but staying still when he realized that Hongjoong was standing still. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pushing a hand into his coat pocket.

Locking the door, Hongjoong caught up to Seonghwa, saying concernedly, “Y/N hasn’t been fixed. Is Wooyoung fixed?”

Walking down the hallway at a leisurely pace, Seonghwa hit the elevator button, realizing, “No, actually. Do you think that’ll be a problem?”

Remembering how cautious you were around Wooyoung, Hongjoong shook his head and laughed at the thought of you actually engaging with Wooyoung in such a way. Plus, you never showed that kind of interest in anyone, except for him. He didn’t have anything to worry about. “No, I think we’re probably fine. She’s a good girl.” Stepping into the elevator with Seonghwa, he looked down at his friend’s hand, which was mere inches away from his, gulping, his ringed fingers twitching slightly.

“Wooyoung’s feisty, but won’t push anything on another hybrid if they disapprove.” Watching the numbers on the elevator slowly go down, Seonghwa pressed his shoulder into Hongjoong’s smaller one, able to notice how he tensed up. The backs of his fingers just barely began to brush over his friend’s, making him feel warm, but not able to pull through and actually attempt to hold his hand.

“That’s good.” Hongjoong focused intently on the numbers on the screen above him, taking in a deep breath and moving his fingers against Seonghwa’s, just barely interlocking their pinky fingers together.

“Good, yeah,” Seonghwa replied softly, his heart about to beat out of his chest, swallowing his nerves down like he would with the wine he was about to drink at the restaurant. He squeezed Hongjoong’s pinky against his own. “Very good.”

“Absolutely.” Hongjoong felt like he was going to melt into the floor, not realizing he was holding his breath until he started to feel a little lightheaded.

“Youngie,” you accidentally blurted out, shivering as Wooyoung’s rough tongue came in contact with your neck, whining when he pulled the collar of your hoodie down to get better access to your collarbone area. He said he wanted to see if you tasted like kiwis because of Hongjoong’s shampoo. You weren’t sure if it worked like that, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Though, it tickled a lot and Wooyoung’s scent was making you feel really warm.

Wooyoung let out a small chirp-like sound of approval at your nickname for him, stopping mid-lick to push his head into yours, nuzzling you. “I like that, Kitty. Keep calling me that.”

Your ears flattened into your hair, and your heart thumped away inside your chest. “Okay, Youngie. Please call me Kitty from now on too. I like it.” Running your fingers over the wet sections of your neck, you asked, “So did it taste like kiwi?”

“Uh-uh.” Wooyoung pouted for a second, only to smile brightly when he remembered about the snacks he brought. He turned his body to reach into the plastic bag next to him, pulling out two cartons of strawberry milk and handing you one, taking out a bag of de-pitted cherries as well. Seonghwa always took the pits out so he didn't have to worry about Wooyoung choking. “Snack time!”

Poking the straw through the box and taking a few gulps of the drink, you jumped slightly and turned your body towards the other hybrid’s, remembering Hongjoong’s words. “Thank you, Youngie.”

Slurping a couple cherries into his mouth and gobbling them down without much thought, he turned his body towards yours as well, speaking with his mouth full, “Welcome, Kitty. Want a cherry?” When you nodded, he took a bite of another one and pressed it to your lips, tilting his head to the side when you gingerly nibbled on it, your cheeks flushed. “Something wrong?”

“It’s an indirect kiss,” you murmured shyly, taking the rest of the cherry into your mouth when he pushed it inside and chewing it.

Wooyoung took a sip of his milk, batting his long eyelashes at you, his big, bushy tail idly flicking at one of your bare thighs. “You want a direct one?”

“I-i mean, well, um…yes…” you stuttered out, barely able to handle Wooyoung pouncing on you, almost making you knock your milk carton over. He smelled so good. So yummy. You really wanted to taste him.

“Here I come, kitty cat.” Resting one hand near your head on the cushion below and leaning down towards you, he took a bite of a cherry and chewed, pressing it down onto your lips and rubbing the juices around. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips onto yours, idly licking the sweetness off of them, slowly deepening the kiss once you lowered your carton to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He blindly reached for another cherry or two. Kiss. kiss. kiss. Lick. Lick. Lick. Wooyoung’s tongue began to eagerly explore your mouth, licking at the roof of your mouth and at one of your inner cheeks, eventually focusing on your rough tongue, slurping it into his mouth like he did with the cherry and sucking on it. With your bodies and fluffy tails entwined, the fox hybrid began to rut himself against you out of habit, his hardened cock rubbing deliciously on your clit, the material of your tiny, thin shorts offering you pleasure as well.

Mewling into the hybrid’s mouth, you broke the kiss, your glistening lips connected with a few strings of saliva, your combined pheromones making the both of you feel like you were on fire and in need of more stimulation. Now feeling comfortable, you took the half-empty milk carton from his hand and pushed him onto the floor, hearing him let out a surprised yelp, not wasting any time landing down onto him with one leg in between his and the other pressing on the outside of it. “Kitty wants to play. Kitty wants to taste Youngie.”

Wooyoung took the carton from you and lifted his sweater up and over his tiny pink nipples, tilting the carton, pouring the milk onto the both of them, purring, “Taste me, Kitty. I know you want milk.”

As your irises grew to the size of saucers, you leaned yourself down onto him, lapping the sweet, sticky liquid from his nipples one at a time, sucking on them to make sure you cleaned them properly. “Mm, yummy. More, Youngie. More milk.”

Flustered and turned on, Wooyoung felt like he was about to blow his load from feeling your tiny sandpaper-like tongue on his sensitive chest. He poured a bit more milk onto himself, the liquid trickling down his abdomen this time. When you dove back in to lap up the milk from his nipples, your tongue slid back and forth over them at an increasingly desperate speed, making him moan more and more, unable to hold back. “Feels really good. Kitty’s making Youngie feel so hot.”

Your pussy pulsed and your ears twitched slightly from the praise you were receiving. It made you want more. You dragged your tongue down his soft body, still lapping at the milk, moving lower and lower until you got to the waistband of his shorts. Sniffing at the smell of pre-cum soaking through the thin material, you instinctively rubbed your cheek against his clothed cock, giving it a few experimental licks, feeling it twitch against your tongue.

Wooyoung whined softly, pulling his shorts down, his cock springing up into your face, your eyes focusing on the shiny reddened tip. “I have more milk for you, Kitty. Lick and suck, and it’ll come out.”

“Okay, Youngie.” You were familiar with oral because Hongjoong always let you do it to him when he woke up with morning wood, giving you a tummy full of cum to tide you over until breakfast. Feeling your shorts stick to your pussy with a heavy amount of arousal, you licked up the shaft like you were working with a dripping ice cream cone, slowly allowing it into your warm mouth and bobbing your head at a steady pace, drooling onto it.

Wooyoung arched his back, grasping at the carpet below with his free hand, whining and moaning, his voice coming out higher-pitched than before. "So good," he sighed out, gazing down at you with glossy, dilated eyes. "Don't stop, Kitty..."

You alternated between licking all around it and sucking on it, your rough tongue sending shivers up his spine, his fluffy tail jolting every now and then. When you pushed the majority of Wooyoung's pulsing cock into your mouth, the fox moaned wantonly, letting go of the milk carton, not noticing when it began to leak out into the plush carpet. He was too focused on how good it felt to have a pretty kitty play with his cock. So good, he might-

“Mmm…!” you reacted, feeling Wooyoung’s cum spilling down your throat, pulling away to have it shoot out onto your tongue in spurts. You swallowed it down in gulps, his cum so hot and thick it made you crave more, but wanting it inside your pussy instead. “Want more milk. Want it inside me. In my special place.”

Wooyoung’s ear rotated in different directions, his cock instantly coming to life upon hearing your soft-spoken request. “Kitty can have all of my milk,” he answered, reaching down to help you slip out of your shorts, a long, thick bead of arousal dripping off of your cunt and onto his twitching length. “Come on, kitty cat. Let’s breed~”

Wooyoung’s words made your brain short-circuit, not even realizing what was happening until got onto the hybrid's lap, feeling something warm and heavy filling you up to the brim, your tight cunt already clenching around whatever was pumping in and out of you. Oh, Youngie’s thick cock. It was already deep inside you, sending pleasant chills up your spine, your fluffy tail coiling around one of the fox’s thighs. "Youngie," you purred, not even moving yourself, simply letting the fox eagerly slam his hips up into yours, the loud slapping sounds like music to your fluffy ears. You loved the sound of breeding. It made you feel so warm. So hot.

Panting, Wooyoung made a low, guttural sound, his irises blown wide, suddenly grabbing your body and switching your positions, this time laying himself down against your back, the front of you pressing into the soft carpet. When you looked back up at him with surprise, your eyebrows still drawn from the pleasure, Wooyoung responded by fucking you a lot faster than before now that he was in full control. “This is a better position for breeding, Kitty. Want you to have a full litter.”

All this talk about breeding and having kitties of your own, fox hybrid kitties at that, made you almost feel a little dizzy. You just met Youngie in person today, but you already wanted him to take care of you when you were full for him, have him protect you from harm, and love you. “Give Kitty Youngie’s milk. Want your kits in me. In Kitty’s breeding hole.”

Hearing you talk about the kits that he could help you produce sent him into an instinctive frenzy, fucking you hard into the soft floor, his hands squeezing into your bouncing ass on each side, kneading it and watching his cock disappear inside your slick cunt over and over. Making you let out deep purrs mixed with whiny, desperate mewls, Wooyoung hunched over you, burying his face into your neck, licking and sucking it, murmuring, “Kitty sounds so pretty. I like hearing Kitty’s pretty purring and moans…”

His praise and his ability to send you in an almost mind-melting state of pleasure made you revel in the fact that Wooyoung was your new special friend, hoping you could see him again soon in case he didn’t successfully breed you this time. “Youngie, it’s coming out,” you moaned, only having to get filled up with his cock one last time, before your release began pouring out of you.

“Kitty’s so wet and warm,” Wooyoung sighed deeply, slamming his hips into yours a few more times, your extra tight hole drawing whiny-sounding moans from his lips, his body starting to jolt. He squeezed your ass tightly, spurting his thick seed deep into your womb, barely able to moan, “Take my milk, little kitty. Wanna see you so full for me next time I see you. Wanna see you make your own milk for me.”

“Kitty wants Youngie’s kits…” you purred back, your lower half shuddering a bit after getting creampied. “Wanna make my own milk so that you can taste it.” You looked back at him to give him a sheepish smile, your tail swishing around and tickling the hybrid’s chest.

“I’ll give you my kits, kitty cat,” he reassured, pressing his lips to your head, rubbing your hips in a soothing way. He licked your earlobe, drawing more purrs from you. “And I’ll be sure to drink your milk. I promise~”

You began to purr even louder, relishing the thought of being Wooyoung’s mate, able to get bred and tasted by him whenever you both felt like it. Feeling Wooyoung slowly pull out, you whined at the emptiness and the feeling of his seed slowly dribbling out of you. You rested your sweaty face against the carpet, so fucked-out your small tongue slid out of your mouth, still feeling your heart pound inside your chest. You really liked Youngie. You wanted to see him again, and you were about to tell him, but the door unlocked and swung open.

“I told you not to have that last glass, dumbass,” Hongjoong scolded Seonghwa, despite the fierce blush on his face. His friend was leaning against him and nuzzling the side of his head, sufficiently drunk. Seonghwa mumbled something incoherently, his eyes shut, but suddenly opened them up when he heard his friend gasp out loud.

“No! Bad Y/N!” he started, already running over to the kitchen to grab the spray bottle, encouraging you to tiredly crawl into Wooyoung’s lap and rest your face in the crook of his neck, purring softly from taking in your mixed scents. Hongjoong stood in front of the both of you, looking between your naked sweaty bodies, slowly lowering the bottle to his side as to not ruin an (admittedly) cute moment. He instead faced Seonghwa who plopped down onto the couch and sunk into it, ready to fall asleep. “Aren’t you upset, Seonghwa? Wooyoung isn’t fixed. He probably–”

Seonghwa shook his head, pointing down to the carpet where a spot had formed on the dark carpet. “No, I think we’re good. He definitely pulled out. Just like I taught him.” He reached down to pat Wooyoung’s head, smiling softly down at his companion. “Good job, sweetie.”

Wooyoung chirped at his owner’s praise, still nuzzling you, holding you close, finding the vibrations of your constant purring to be extremely therapeutic.

Hongjoong walked up to the carpet and leaned down, inspecting it closely. “Are you sure this is cum? It’s not white or anything.” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at Wooyoung with a stern expression, making the fox hybrid gulp. “What is that stain, Wooyoung?”

Knowing he wasn’t lying, Wooyoung rubbed your back in small circles, chiming with a proud smile, flashing his canine teeth up at the man. “It’s milk.”

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intotheelliwoods · 7 months

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YEAH AH! Its one of those AUS where I dont think im ever going to draw it, but I still think about it a lot before heading to bed. Mostly thoughts on its worldbuilding!

Definitely thousands of characters, each AU itself has multiple characters, they all head here at some point. All ages, all sizes, all iterations even fan made ones

I like to think the place works the same as the mindscape in 2AL, you dont really feel pain or anything there, you can use your imagination there to alter your body however you want since you dont age naturally anymore, can float around from time to time you can really do anything. The longer a character stays here the more in touch they get with the ability to manipulate the world, and build structures to help people, live semi normal lives in ect

I would imagine the place looks like the space station from Adventure Time Distant Lands, the BMO episode! Where its just floating spheres, each one a world of its own, though in this case an AU of its own. Theres bubbles for community areas, bubbles for certain AUs for the characters to live on as best they can in them.

Theres also entry point bubbles, pools of clear water surrounded by calming parks and nature, just to keep things relaxing for the new lost characters as they enter from the sky into the clear water, still visualizing all this aha.

Theres also a bubble that looks like stairs to whatever awaits above, like in the movie Soul, for those who do not wish to exist in any form anymore.

You can also teleport from bubble to bubble using some tech given to everyone in the community bubbles, can be transformed so it can be a watch, a necklace, a badge, anything you want, its just some material you shape to grant you access to move between the bubbles. It also allows you to find members of your own AU

Somewhere out there is probably a certain 4 turtles, massive ghastly entities, been there the longest, have the most control over what the worlds look like, help govern the place and all

Can you see why I like thinking about this at night?

Anyways, Big Leo after a while volunteered to help the new people adjust, the first person he got assigned to help was the winged Leo in the ask below here! :) That Leo looks, suspiciously like sprout... its not him, but as close as it comes

Sprout will end up there eventually, so will Poptart, all the characters from 2AL, eventually. Their reunion will definitely be teary, and now they have a winged friend to add to the mix!

Uh, enjoy the ramble

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WISH I COULD HES TRAPPED IN THE ABANDONED TURTLE LAND!!! HIS ASS IS SO ABANDONED I WILL NOT FREE HIM!!!

@bluesgras

#asks #lost boys au #guess thats a tag now?#I really want to change the name though lmaoo

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gffa · 1 year

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I feel like this is a really foundational part of John’s character and why he’s not meant to be portrayed as evil or anything, but instead that he’s Just A Fucking Guy who was got really fucked up by all of this and incrementally bad decision. I mean, aside from dedicating large chunks of the story to telling it from his perspective, it strikes me as very much being about a character who was put in a position where things wouldn’t be made better by doing everything in a pure and wholesome sort of way, because the world didn’t get fucked by working by wholesome rules. And I think a lot of that is coming from a Kiwi perspective, there’s a reason John is a Maori character, that’s undivorcable from his perspective as a character and the narrative, and it’s combining with this sense of... nobody was going to listen, everything was going to stay fucked unless they actually did something and there wasn’t really a perfect answer, there was just all the choices that had come before and then the next one right in front of them. Like with the cow wall, how everyone focused on oooh cows have best friends, oooh cows watch sunsets, instead of focusing on how there were massive ships being filled with live staff instead of cryo frozen staff, which meant millions fewer people could be saved. (”In the cryo cans, we could cram in billions, that was cryo's saving grace. Whereas they were staffing ships with a living crew, no sleepers, big-ass ships with thousands of live staff. When we pointed that out they kept saying we were crazy, we were kooks, we were monsters. They kept saying cows watched sunsets. At that point I wished I'd used the fucking conspiracy theorists instead of the cows.”) John didn’t do the cow wall as a moment of No Return, but that there wasn’t really any better options that he could think of in the moment. That’s what his journey feels like--every choice he makes is one that’s in the moment, all he has is the context of how many times people ignored what they were screaming about, how many times they let trillionaires get away with live staff instead of cryo-freezing, how many times they’d tried talking and nobody listened until the shit was scared out of them and they had to listen. And that you can’t just wave your hand and find a nice, easy answer. How though. is such an interesting thread to put in there, especially in a series with necromancy and bone magic, but how are you going to use that to change anything? and that’s not a question with an easy answer. Like, John’s fucked up and doing fucked up things. Once you get outside of his perspective, you see the universe is in pretty shitty shape, I’ve spent like half of Nona the Ninth from the perspective of refugees who have it rough, even if Blood of Eden isn’t exactly the greatest, you know with the burning suspected necromancers alive in cages and such, but also John’s war against the galaxy doesn’t exactly seem like it’s helping people, no matter what his perspective is. But I get how he got there and why it’s not just a single point of having snapped--it’s a lifetime of desperately trying to get people to listen and everyone going on about the cows instead of the real problems, so you just sort of go, right then, I’m God now you have to do what the fuck I say, because you’re trying to save the fucking planet and you’re the only one who seems to actually be doing jack fucking all about it.

#lumi.txt #the locked tomb #the locked tomb spoilers #john gaius #character of all time

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Let Me Help You || post-war!Levi Ackerman x reader

A/n : Just wanted my boy to be at ease for once 🎁 Also my requests are open as always so let me know if you have any ideas 🌹

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Warning : None just fluff and romance in the AOT canon world 😌🌺 I found the illustration on Pinterest here

Summary : Life has been rough for the both of you. But now you want to take your time to show him life can be sweet and pleasant as well.

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You were always there with him and to tell you the truth it was one of the things that comforted him. From the beginning you were by his side in the Survey Corps, then during the war against the enemies across the seas and then against your friend during the Rumbling

It's true that he did everything he could to get you to give up the fight once he was in the line of fire. But you always refused, reminding him that you had promised to always stand by his side. And you didn't lie to him. Three months after your victory in the battle of Salta, you were still there. But this time you were no longer hidden behind walls

It was like a new life for you - especially for him - since you moved into the Marley residence. It's true that the first time you set foot there Levi was in a rough shape, already pretty messed up from the Thunder Spear blast, severe injuries scattered all across his ( short body ), he was on a stretcher and you were shitting yourself terrified of the consequences these injuries would have on him. Knowing that his right index and middle fingers had been severed, that he had lost sight in one of his eyes and that his legs were also... well you don't even want to remember the shape they were in

But now he was out of danger and it was said that he would no longer be able to walk as he used to, his legs being somehow paralyzed. He had a hard time hearing the news and even though he had never mentioned it you were sure he hadn't fully accepted the fact that he was permanently wheelchair-bound. It was a drastic change compared to his perfect physical condition when he was in the Survey Corps

From time to time - and you enjoyed this very much - Gabi and Falco could come and take care of him... well tried to take care of him. Because, let's face it, he was clearly not one to let himself be taken care of, and in the end your two friends only came to chat with him when you were at work. But most of the time, and especially in the beginning of his recovery, the conversion was only one-sided

But there were also days, like today, when you didn't go to work. And today you decided that your day would serve a purpose. Not that your days weren't worth anything. Rather, you had planned today to turn your full attention to Levi in a way you hadn't before - because of his Captain's work and then because of his injuries. But now that they were healed you could finally bring your ideas to life. You just hoped that Levi would accept your help and frankly that would not be easy

In the morning, after getting out of bed discreetly so as not to wake Levi, you took a shower and went to prepare breakfast, pancakes, kiwis and grapes, orange juice... in short, everything that you didn't have at the time within the walls

After a while of cooking, where the only thing you could hear was the sound of the fruits you were cutting up while the pancake batter was cooking in the pan. You heard a rolling sound and when you turned around you saw Levi on his wheelchair moving towards you - with the strength he had in his arms even with missing fingers he was perfectly capable of pulling himself up into his seat

You turned back to the stove, flipped the pancake over in one swift motion and turned your attention back to him. You walked barefoot on the floor in his direction. You bent down a little and took him in your arms, which he returned without delay. He put his head in the crook of your neck breathing in the vanilla scent of the soap you had used to wash your hair

“That smells good” he told you as you pulled back before you resumed your cooking, which made you smile as you turned your back to him “Soon you will too Levi”

"Huh ?" when you turned around and saw that he was giving you a puzzled look "I'm not dirty, brat" he almost said with an outraged look "I didn't meant it like that" you chuckled "You'll see later, have some food first" you handed him the plate with the fruit salad and the pancakes

He grabbed his fork with his left hand - it almost seemed like he had always been left-handed... almost - you sat down at the table in front of him. Once you'd had your breakfast, you did the dishes under his curious gaze, still thinking about what you'd told him. Once finished you wiped your hands and went behind his chair before starting to push him towards your room

"Hey ! Hey ! What do you think you're doing brat ?!?"

"I'm going to take care of you" you said cheerfully as you grabbed two towels

"Don't be silly b-" "You'll see" you said before grabbing the handles of the wheelchair to push him again now towards the bathroom. Levi didn't say anything. He didn't say anything when you turned on the water and put the lavender bath salt in. You put your hand up to your forearms to test the temperature of the water and make sure it was lukewarm

Once you were satisfied with the water, you turned to him and said, "Take those off" pointing to his clothes. Seeing him motionless you decided to kneel down next to him and started to unbutton his shirt. But suddenly as you were about to remove the second button, he grabbed your hands "Stop it Y/n let go off me" you raised an eyebrow at his reaction

You sighed "Levi please let me take care of you. Let me return all the good you've done for me. Please don't be stubborn"

At this, he let go of your hands and let you continue to remove his shirt. You looked at the healed shrapnel scars on his chest, making sure once again that everything was in order. He removed his pants and shorts and with the strength of his arms pulled himself into the tub

Once seated in the warm water of the tub, he let out a sigh. Letting the water do good to his war-scarred body

"Does the temperature suits you ?" "Yeah thank you" he said in a small voice that didn't sound like him at all

You smiled sadly when you saw him like that but you knew he was strong and would get over it. Anyways, you would do your best. You shook it off and got to work. You took a small container and filled it with the scented water and put it on his back. Then you filled your cup once more and put it on his chest from the shoulders up

"Can you please tilt your head back sweetheart ?" he did as you asked and you wet his hair. You then took some soap and rubbed it on your hands, making enough lather and applying it to his hair. You ran your fingers through it to make sure it was all soapy. Taking the opportunity to give him a little scalp massage. You ran your fingers through his ebony locks that were now a little longer, reaching down to the back of his neck ( a little like Loki in Avengers ) now that he was no longer in the squad he didn't have to cut them as much as before. You loved that about him and often, once night fell, you found yourself running your fingers through his silky hair to help him and yourself fall asleep

Once this task finished, you then took some more soap and passed on his shoulders massaging there some time before soaping his nape and his neck before passing on his back and scraping a little before finishing with the most possible delicate part to wash, his chest

Levi on his side looked at you with the greatest curiosity, as if it was the first time that someone took care of him although it was almost 4 years that you were together. There are many times when you have touched his chest and he has never felt it tighten in this way. It wasn't stress or excitement but a kind of sadness mixed with gratitude

After all this time, you were still there and taking care of him without ever asking for anything in return. Always with a smile on your face, as if you enjoyed what you were doing as much as he enjoyed it. And to tell the truth, yes, you were extremely happy that he trusted you enough to take care of him on the one hand and on the other hand that he let you see him in this state, far from the one in which you had known him years before

"Come on, we're almost done, just tilt your head back one last time so we can get rid of the soap" you picked up your cup and poured water over it, putting your hand to make a visor over his eyes so no soap would get in them. This made him chuckle inside, he had faced much worse, soap wasn't going to harm him any time soon

You continued to spray with water him until there was no more soap on his upper body. You gave him room to wash the rest in peace. Once he let you know he was done, you went back to him with a small towel to dry his hair. You sat on the edge of the tub holding the towel out to him

He leaned his head towards you and let you do it. Your affection made him dizzy, he felt like he was floating on a cloud. But did he really deserve it ? And without him realizing it, tears started to stream down his cheeks. Slowly at first and then more and more until you felt him shaking next to you. You stopped for fear of hurting him but to your surprise wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face against your leg. You were a little shocked at the time because you had almost never seen him cry, but never so blatantly. It was as if he was aware of all the events he had been through and he snapped

You were quick to recover and patted his back making a circular motion to ease him and show him you were there for him ( picture above ). With your other hand you brushed his hair with your fingers "I love you Levi. I love you so much" you said as you placed a kiss on his wet and fragrant hair. But he only shook harder trying to mumble the words out without success

After a while in the embrace he finally calmed down and without looking up at you he whispered "I'm sorry... I love you too Y/n"

You grabbed his chin and lifted his head towards you, you kissed both his cheeks before looking into his eyes "Don't apologize before me for showing your emotions Levi. On the contrary" you stopped for a moment drowning in his gray orbs "I should be thanking you" you smiled gently before placing your lips on his. He returned the kiss with a passion that gradually turned into a desperate kiss

Breathlessly you parted, a smile painting your lips and to your great joy, his too. You began to dry his hair again and then you wiped the edges of the bathtub so that he could get out safely. You held him by the shoulders, so that he could stand steadily, and wrapped the largest towel around him. You helped him sit back down in his chair and put the small towel over his shoulders so he wouldn't get cold

You leaned forward again to kiss his forehead. To your surprise he grabbed you before you could and forced you down onto on his lap Amazone style. Now that you were more on his level he gave you a quick peck on the lips and then you kissed his forehead. He wrapped his arms around you and you stayed like this for a while, your face buried in his neck

"Mmmh you smell good too now" "I thought I smelled good earlier too brat" he hugged you a little tighter "You always smell good Captain" you responded this time he was the one raising his eyebrows now smiling widely as you tightened your embrace on him

He had many doubts but now he was sure. One day he would be able to accept his new life, because with you nothing was ever impossible. He wanted to believe that he would be able to walk again, that he would be able to manage on his own. He knew that only time would tell. But in the meantime he would let you take care of him, knowing that you would never consider him incapable. After all, it's as if nothing had changed, you were still his corporal and he was your captain

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! ☘🌵 Again my requests are open 🌳🌾

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unholyplumpprincess · 1 year

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Kidnap Me Next Time

For my beloved friend @kiwi--bot ! I hope the time you waited for this was worth it :D

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Summary: You and (Pre-entity) Danny have been in a relationship for awhile and you let slip that maybe you're interested in Ghostface and maybe would like for him to catch you and hold you at knife point. Danny, ever devoted spouse that he is, is gonna make sure you get just what you desire.Or! In which Ghostface pays you a visit and chases you through the woods to fuck you and make you cum again and again and again.

Ao3 link: Here

Fandom: Scream / Dead by Daylight - DBD

Relationship: Ghostface/Reader - Danny ‘Jed’ Olsen/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and has a vulva, knifeplay, overstimulation, full list of warnings on AO3!

Words: 7.4k

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You knew what he did.

It should have scared you. It SHOULD have sent you running for the hills.

It should have.

You'd known Danny since you were teens. He'd been apart of the journalism class; He'd always been really into photography. And you?

Well, you were his favorite subject to take pictures of.

At first it had been a joke from you when you were kids. Offering to be his model. It varied from funny pictures of you both in ghost sheets with the headline being 'Real Ghosts Caught On Camera!!!!'. To simpler things like you holding up school lunches with a disgusted or excited face to highlight it for the school news.

Then it turned to private sessions as you got older where Danny practiced putting you in pretty positions, dressing you up or doing fun photo-shoots in a pumpkin patch. It made you feel pretty- and, of course, you got to hang out with your best friend.

It didn't even faze you to find out he had Polaroids of you in his room. It just made sense, really. Danny was your best friend and that was his hobby and work! So to display both just made sense, right? Besides, plenty of people had pictures of their friends in their room!

You didn't see any red flags. Nothing alerted you; Nothing warned you.

And...even if something did warn you, would you have ever run?

~Rest under the cut here~

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. Ever since you'd become friends, Danny had been a bit...eccentric, so to speak. Anytime anyone said anything even remotely poorly about you or toward you, you'd find the person spooked out of their wits the next day.

Danny always said, ‘maybe the boogeyman paid them a visit’, or maybe karma just struck them hard in the head. Of course, you'd always had a nagging feeling he did something about it- but you always thought it was kind of sweet.

It all came to a head one night when in college there had been warnings. Don't pick up the phone from unknown numbers, don't stay out past curfew, don't do this, don't do that. There was a killer on the loose, one that didn't seem to have a pattern or motif even.

There had only ever been empty film rolls sometimes found. Or with a picture left behind of a ghost masked fiend taking a picture with the prey left mangled on the ground.

Nothing identified the person. No one knew the exact height or shape behind them, just that they were cloaked in all black with a ghoulish common Halloween mask. It even got to the point where no Halloween store sold the masks anymore.

You'd had a sinking feeling.

Danny had only ever been secretive with his photo room. He asked for privacy whenever he was working in there, and at first you didn't think anything of it. Not opening the door so no light would go in just made sense.

Then your ex went missing. People pointed at you for it, but no evidence linked back. All you had was evidence of their stalking and harassment. You couldn’t say you were too shaken up to hear they were missing, in fact, you kind of relished in the freedom that you could walk around without concern. Still, it left you feeling guilty. After all, how could you be happy that another person was gone by the hands of the Ghostface?

Danny comforts you during that time, though his words are laced with some form of acid. Even as he brushes your hair to the side and tells you that maybe it's for the best they went and vanished.

"Maybe the boogeyman scared them away." His voice had murmured to you, low and with an amused angle to it. You couldn't help but huff a small chuckle in turn, remembering his words when you were kids.

It takes you just a few hours after with the words turning in your mind before you had frozen in bed.

But...your best friend- your sweet best friend- he...he couldn't possibly do something like that.

Could...he?

Your thoughts turned for the rest of the night without any sleep from you. Your best friend, tall and lanky as he was, he was certainly smart enough to get the job done if he wanted. He wasn't horribly strong, but that was one thing he had always joked to you.

That he didn't need strength, he just needed smarts.

Normally it would have been said after having pinning you for a tickle war or during a fun game of tag or something or the other. Just a tease, nothing more.

Then you'd thought about it more. The secrecy of the photos- and the killer's tendencies to take pictures of their prey. His fascination with the macabre and dark- but even then, he was the more gothic type, so that could be explained away.

And then, at 3 in the morning with your mind racing, you got a phone call.

An unknown number.

You had swallowed thickly, remembering the warnings from security. A mix of dread and terror swarms you, but even as you had stared at the phone, something happened.

If...this Ghostface character was Danny. He wouldn't hurt you.

This is something you were sure of.

You had exhaled, grabbing the phone and answering it with a soft, tired, "Hello?"

The voice on the other end sounded modified somehow, a lower tone like a growl. "In the mood for a game, sweetheart?"

You should have felt ice in your veins, but you were so certain of your answer. Feeling a bit more confident, and awake, you sat up in bed, carefully cradling your phone as your eyes slowly scanned your bedroom. "A game? At this hour? Don't you ever sleep, Mr. Ghostface?"

No way a normal guy would just call you up with cryptic words, let alone pull a prank with the current scare going around. Especially from an encrypted number. Your thoughts twist and turn as you had slowly reached under your bed for a gun. Not a real gun, it was a foam dart gun that Danny had got you. Something you whipped out when you knew he was in the house so you could thwap him with a harmless little flat 'bullet'.

That night you had found yourself in a game of hide and seek. Find the killer inside the house.

He tried threatening you, but each one sounded more like he was flirting or dirty talking you. Then, when you had finally found him- in the basement of course- you had hit him with the foam dart from across the room and heard familiar laughter.

It was then you knew for certain, but not before you had found yourself chased and soon pinned to the ground. Danny had asked you if you were scared, the flat of his knife caressing the side of your face as his mask stared you down.

You had told him no. You knew he would never hurt you.

He had asked if you were disgusted by him, if what he did to people- to your ex made you scared of him. All while the ghoulish white mask looked down at you.

You had told him no, once more.

You knew he would never hurt you.

That's when your relationship had developed further. Things just seemed to naturally fall into place. No more secrets in the way, Danny had said to you one night with his head on your lap and nuzzling into your abdomen fondly.

It felt...right. Like this was always supposed to happen. It's a loving relationship, everything you could have dreamed of. You give and take equally, he's a gentleman to you, and your communication is perfect. Not to mention the sex is good. Really good.

There's just a small little hitch. Just a tiny thing, really.

You have to ignore the news.

Anytime you hear about a murder or things about the Ghostface, you turn the channel or radio station. You turn an ignorant eye to it and play like some people who simply just didn't want to hear about it.

Danny, however, likes to have you involved in his work sometimes. Nothing hands on, thank God. He just likes to talk about ideas in an encrypted way. Like asking for your opinion about colors or settings for his...art.

Always using that word. Art. A secret shared between you two, even when he catches your gaze and his grin turns wolfish. Predatory.

You hate when he does that. It sends your heart racing, quickly averting your gaze and turning your head to hide your flush. But you know he always catches it.

Yes, it's fucked up. You know it is. But it was a fantasy you had. Of the big bad Ghostface chasing you down somewhere and taking you to have his way with you. Not even taking off his mask for it, a mystery man for all eternity despite you knowing who it was.

It was a dark fantasy. A fantasy you know Danny shared on some nights where his dirty talk got filthy and hot in your ear. Where he'd have his fingers sunk into you, murmuring in your ear what a pretty picture you'd make. How he bets you'd like it if he was wearing his gloves, using you to get off after a new 'art project'.

You liked it, truthfully. You liked the ideas he put into your head. That sort of control he had on you.

Then Danny comes home one night dressed in all black and a leather jacket. He's wet from the rain, his hair sticking to him and the lightning behind him lighting up the room in an intimidating way.

He looks like he's prowling right towards you where you sit on the countertop of your kitchen. You look as coy as ever, despite having sent him some...pictures while he was out. Knowing damn well you're gonna get what you deserve.

His calloused hands slide up your thighs and you hum in delight, winding your arms around his neck just as he forces your thighs apart to make room for himself. His breath is warm against your lips as you tilt your head up to him, feeling just how his hand slides up your waist. Up your chest.

Then it fists into your hair, yanking your head back and making you gasp with an arch of your back.

"You were bein' a tease, baby." His voice is low, his nose tracing up your neck as he comes up until his lips can brush against your jawline, then the shell of your ear. You shudder. "And while I was working no less."

"Thought you could use some encouragement for your art," You huff out, your voice strained and your lashes fluttering when his teeth brush across your neck in a quiet threat. "You didn't like them?"

"Oh, I loved them. Don't get me wrong, sweetheart." His voice is soothing, a mock coo as he leans back to get a good look at you. He eases the hold on your hair, allowing you to peer up at him just in time to catch his hungry gaze. "Just got a bit...messier than I wanted to. Had to get back home to you."

"You gotta be careful," He continues, his voice all mock croons and faux worry. His hand leaves your hair to slide down your neck, a loose grip wound around your throat. "What if that Ghostface guy had caught you, huh?"

It shouldn't make you whine, but it does. The idea of being caught when you were on the balcony taking pretty pictures of yourself in the glow of the moon. Where you'd even sent a teasing video to him with your legs pulled up, sat on your balcony and showing your pussy off to the camera.

"Maybe I'm into it," You tease back, leaning into the hand around your throat to tempt him. You glance beneath your lashes up at him, practically batting your lashes at him. "That such a bad thing, Danny?"

The groan he releases and the way he shoves his hips against yours makes you grin in victory. Even more when he huffs out, "You're a menace."

"That's why you like me. Cause I give you a hard time." You poke back, winding your legs around him to hold him in place.

Then, like a light goes off, Danny's eyes brighten. At first, his hands slide down your body until they reach your hips. Holding you still as he seems to consider something, looking over your face with a small furrow to his brows.

Before you can even think too much about it, Danny cuts off your thoughts.

"What if...that Ghostface fella did catch you." He starts slow, rubbing circles into your hips and watching your reaction carefully.

You allow him to see your eyebrows raise curiously, quietly prompting him to go further.

"What if," Danny continues carefully, his eyes flickering over your face slowly. "What if Ghostface found you. Wanted to watch you. Take a few of your pictures for his secret collection."

Another pause, this time followed by your lips parting and your breathing getting a tiny bit heavier. Seeing a positive reaction in you, Danny feels braver and continues. This time with a tug of your hips to his and his fingers sliding slowly up under your sweater to touch your bare flesh.

"What if he wanted to take you right where he caught you. You're so pretty, baby, it'd be hard for anyone to keep their hands off you." His hands now reach your chest, squeezing and swiping his thumbs over your nipples to make you bite your lip. "No one would hear you scream, not when he's got you in his grasp."

"Danny-" You whine out, rolling your hips into his desperately. Danny leans into you then, his lips brushing across your parted ones.

"Yeah?" He murmurs hopefully, breathless as you are.

"Yeah," You agree in a matching tone, tilting your head to catch his lips in a proper kiss for just a moment before breaking it. "Talk more about it after you fuck me?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

That night, after he had thoroughly ruined you, you did talk about it more.

Rules, a scene in mind. All with explicit consent. You just had one thing to add to it. You didn't...want to know when. You wanted it to be a surprise, but to have clues through the day so you knew it was coming.

Like you were one of his victims.

At first, nothing really obvious happened. It almost disappointed you, but in the end made the talk of it all die down in your mind. Made you unaware, less on edge.

Then Danny had to go on a trip. Some sort of job that required his photographer skills, something out in the wilderness you remember. Maybe some sort of cosplay shoot? You didn’t really get all the details when he was rushing out the door after planting a kiss on you with vague details mentioned to you.

You missed him when he was gone, but it let you catch up on some reading at least.

Well. It would have, at least. But you couldn’t find your book anywhere in your apartment. Finally, you checked your nightstand drawer with the hopes maybe you stashed it. But nope, nowhere.

You wrote it off as nothing, maybe you left it in class.

Then you’d gotten a shower the next day, laying out your clothes on the bed. And when you came out, they were gone. Causing you to wonder if you’d even set them out to begin with, writing it off once again as just your mind leading you astray is all.

Maybe you should get your memory checked?

All leading to today. You had late night studying to do, staying late in the school library and taking comfort in the silence around you. You’d been so caught up in your work that you didn’t realize the time.

Until your phone suddenly begins to vibrate on the table you’re sitting at, nearly vibrating off the table as you hold a hand to your chest with a startled expression.

Your brows furrow, flipping your phone in your grasp to see the ‘unknown caller’ flashing across the screen. Strange. Did people even call this late anymore? It was about 10pm. Unless...maybe it was an emergency? Maybe Danny got into trouble?

With that in mind, you look around the empty library. And though you may feel like a dick answering a call in the library, you have good faith nobody is around anyway. It was a free-service library for students anyway, no need for a late-night librarian.

You answer the call, keeping your voice low just in case. “Hello?”

“Hello, who is this?” The voice answers on the other line, sounding like a low masculine voice with a hint of a growl to it. It almost strikes as familiar, almost.

“Oh, I’m sorry you must have the wrong number.” You try to keep it polite, still keeping your voice low just in case of other patrons around.

“Ah, I must have. Sorry ‘bout that.” Comes the voice from the other end, perfectly polite.

“Not a problem, goodbye now.” You easily end, hanging up the phone on what you believe is good terms without a single red flag wandering into your mind.

Noting the time now, you start to pack up for the night, sliding your books into your bookbag with a new checked out version of the book you’d lost the other day. Still, you hadn’t found it. You wonder if Danny took it before he left, or maybe you’d accidentally put it into his photographer bag by accident.

The second you finish putting your bags away, your phone vibrates again. Furrowing your brows once more, you pop it out of your pocket to check who it is.

‘Unknown caller’ flashes across the screen again.

And once more, you answer it with another. “Hello?”

“Oh, sorry, must have dialed the wrong number again.” Comes the now cheeky tone of the voice on the other end of the call. And once again, no red flags pop up into your mind as you toss your bag over your shoulder.

“Hey, I understand, accidents happen.” You soothe, tucking the phone against your ear so you can adjust your bag comfortably.

“If I may ask, you’re talking awfully quiet; Do I keep waking you?”

You smile to yourself. Well, at least whoever it was seemed polite. “No, no, not at all. I’m just at the library.”

“Oh, the library? This late? Sounds like somebody’s a teacher’s pet.” It’s playful, friendly even. If a bit pointed at the word ‘library’.

You laugh quietly, “Yeah, a little bit. Just keeping up with my studies is all.” You begin taking steps, adjusting the phone into your other hand. “Hey, who is it that you were trying to reach? I know me and a Hannah Crews share a number save for the last digit, you hunting for her?”

“Ya know, I think I’ve actually reached the right person I was looking at.” Comes the voice once again, this time more hushed and almost drawing it out.

You pause your step, feeling your blood run cold. “Looking at?”

“Hm? Oh, no, I said the person I was looking for.”

“No. No you definitely didn’t.” You murmur, your fingers hesitating at the library door with your card in hand, not quite scanning it yet to get out.

“And now why would I say that, huh?” The voice practically croons to you, as if you were some little puppy just to play with. You swallow thickly as the voice continues. “Looks like you got some running shoes on, little rabbit. In for a chase?”

The sound of books falling somewhere near behind you makes you yelp. You hang up the phone, quickly scanning your security card and darting as quickly as you can outside. You whip your head behind you, your heart pounding and just in time to see a shadowy black figure catch the door with their boot before it can shut.

A flash of a white mask as your eyes trail up for the briefest moment shouldn’t be a quiet comfort, but it is. Even then, there were people out there that could replicate. For fun.

You don’t think about it anymore, quickly taking to the sidewalk in a run under the streetlights. You don’t dare look behind you, running as fast as you can across the pavement before the shadowy figure seems to loop onto your right side.

Squeaking as you avoid the figure, it forces you to run into the woods instead. As if the person was trying to herd you like a sheepdog.

Guess that made you the helpless lamb.

The branches whip past you, some creating nicks in your arms and clothing as you run. You’re already out of breath, your heart pounding and your body aching. You try to steal glances behind you for your pursuer, but in the end that’s your downfall.

You trip over a rock, cliché, sure.

You go tumbling in the dirt, straight into a more open area full of lush grass and tall trees. Your pursuer is quick to follow, quickly snagging you around the waist to help you further down into the dirt beneath you. He slams you down there, knocking your legs apart with his own and forcing himself between them as you pant beneath him, staring up into the white mask above you.

A knife is brandished, the shiny metal caressing the side of your face slowly as the voice from the phone now growls above you, “Such a pretty little thing. Maybe I won’t have to gut you tonight, if you can play nice.”

And then in his other hand, a camera. A camera you were familiar with as it clicks and flashes at the same time his knife slides down under your shirt, yanking from the bottom and slicing it clean in half.

“Yeah, I’m gonna enjoy every second of you.” He croons, setting his knife to the side to start openly grabbing your chest and making you gasp through your harsh breaths. God you can’t catch your breath-

"S-Stab 5- ” You gasp out your safeword, and the second it comes out of your mouth is the second Ghostface turns into Danny.

Hands leave you the second you choke it out, only to come back empty and cupping your face adoringly. The voice modulator he had on is turned off, replaced by only his muffled voice in his mask. “Hey, hey, you okay? You alright? Wanna stop? Baby, did I hurt y-”

“N-no, no, I’m okay. Just-” You wheeze out a laugh, reaching up to grab the backs of his gloved hands to squeeze them in your own where they rest on your face. “Haven’t run track since highschool. Can’t- ah -catch my breath.” You speak through your breaths, your chest heaving with each breath and your ribs aching. “Oh, God, I hate running, Danny.”

Your honest answer relaxes his whole body, a quiet laugh leaving him too as he seems to let go of a breath he’d been holding. Though, it does seem to shatter the very intense scene, something you do take note of once you finally can catch your breath and Danny offers you water from your bag. Something you take graciously as you sit up, drinking from your bottle like your life depended on it.

You wipe your mouth off with the back of your sleeve, peeking up at him where he’s perched in front of you on his knees in the grass. Just seeming to watch you carefully before you flash him a smile. “Sorry about needing the pause. I’d still like to continue, if I didn’t ruin it...?”

“Nah, doll, you’re okay. Maybe a kidnap scene would do you better next time?” Danny teases gently, reaching to brush his gloved knuckles across your cheek adoringly. “Won’t have to run. Just be at the time and place I tell ya to.”

“Charmer,” You playfully poke back as soft laughter erupts from you, only to dissolve into higher pitched giggles as Danny pounces on you once more. You watch as his hand comes up, pressing something on his throat that makes a small static click. His voice modulator.

“So, where were we, sweetheart?” His now gravely, modified voice croons at you. You bite your lip excitedly, getting comfortable back in the grass. You only pretend to squirm just so he’ll grab your wrists in one hand, thrusting them above your head and holding them still in the blink of an eye. His knife once more brandished in his other hand to wag in front of you.

“Nooo, Mr. Ghostface, please-” You don’t even sound convincing, a smile on your lips and squirming as you hold each syllable in a sing song tone. You can feel his grin behind his mask, practically feeling the way his eyes roll behind the eye holes.

“Don’t move.” He demands, letting your wrists go that you keep right there. From his robes, he produces rope that quickly binds your wrists together to the tree you’re nearest to.

For show, you squirm and whine, pulling at your bound wrists only to have your jaw grasped quickly and fingers pressing into your cheeks. “Now, now, play nice, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to have to tape that pretty mouth shut now, would we?”

“Nofir.” The ‘no, sir’ you had meant to say comes out squished and muffled from his hold on your cheeks. Regardless, it seems to satisfy him enough to let your face go. The knife once more introduced to your vision and tracing down your collarbones on its dull side, further down your bare torso and over your abdomen.

It makes you jump, squirming from the ticklishness. Your eyes never leave the knife either. Even if you knew he would never gut you, you still had a knife held to you after all.

His free hand runs down your torso, squeezing your chest as he goes before undoing your pants. He strips you until you are in nothing but your socks, squirming in the summer air as the breeze hits your bare flesh.

“So pretty,” He murmurs seemingly to himself, not letting you get a word in before his hands are groping your chest again. His gloved thumbs swipe over your nipples, making your breath hitch and your back arch into his touch. “And so eager too. Like a dumb little puppy, hm?”

You whine audibly, enhanced when he pinches your nipples and tugs them nearly to the point of pain before releasing. Your whine is met with his chuckle, laughing at you like you really are just a puppy doing tricks for him. “You like that? Aw, just look how wet you are already,” He pauses there to bring his hand down to your cunt, met with your hips lifting into his touch and your gasp.

His hand is brought in front of you, slick clinging to the leather of his gloves and leaving strings as he rubs his fingers together and spreads them out in the moonlight. Just for you to see.

It’s humiliating, but you can’t argue back. Not when his hand is coming right back down to curl two fingers into you just how you like with his thumb pressed to your clit. Each swift thrust of his fingers punctuated by the press and rub across your clit until your toes are curling and your hips are pressing up into each touch.

You don’t even notice what his other hand is doing until you see the shift of him in the dark, shimmying his robes up above his hips and hearing a zipper being undone. You’re so focused on the way his fingers move inside you, quirking up and nailing the spot that makes your eyes roll back and moans spilling freely from your lips.

“Just look atcha,” His voice croons oh so sweetly as he thrusts his fingers in deep, holding them there as his thumb rubs circles into your clit to feel your walls clenching and fluttering around him. “Barely even got started and you look like a mindless little whore.”

“N-no-” You choke out, mostly to yourself as you feel the tension in your lower abdomen. You pull uselessly at your bound wrists, tucking your face into your bicep as you pant heavily. “Nononono- d-don't, I-I-”

“No? You don’t want to cum on my fingers, little rabbit?” Ghostface’s voice is that of an owner down talking their dog, almost baby talk of faux sympathy. “Poor thing. You don’t think you really have a choice here, do you?”

A third finger is introduced, curling up into you as his other hand presses on your lower abdomen to keep you down. It does the trick, breaking the tension like a band that you’d been desperately clinging to. And, oh, do you cum, violently.

You cry out, pulling at the rope on your wrists as your back arches as best as it can in this position with your hips moving on their own. You try not to fuck yourself onto his fingers, but it’s useless as your hips move furiously into his palm. Playing right into his hand as he croons at you with each movement of his fingers.

As you come down, Ghostface’s fingers have stilled inside you and you’re left panting with a sheen of sweat clinging to your bare skin. You whine pathetically, peeking up at his mask through your lashes as your breath shudders. You, once more, pull at your wrists, this time followed by a quiet whine of questioning.

You didn’t really believe it’d be that easy, right?

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, sweetness. We’ve just got started with you.” His voice is threatening, disguised by the faux pitying pout he displays through it. His words are followed by the curl of his fingers once again, pressing into you as he shuffles his body closer.

It gives him the perfect angle to grab your leg and thrust you up so your lower half was suspended in the air until he could slot himself there. Your legs press together, your knees bent by his hand and exposing your pussy to the air so he could plunge his fingers deep inside you again and again and again.

You scream out and squirm, not sure if your hips are trying to yank away from his touch or press into it. Regardless, the squirming and your pressed together thighs give you just the friction you need on your clit with every twitch of your body. It isn’t long before another orgasm is ripped from you, punctuated by your head throwing back and your eyes clenching shut.

Each twitch and shudder of your body is analyzed- you just knew it. You could feel his gaze on you, oh so intense with each slow roll of his thumb against your clit. You sob out by the fifth one, shaking your head and trying to roll your body away from him.

It doesn’t work, of course. Not when you hear him practically snarl, muttering a swear under his breath as he yanks your hips to be still. There’s something rolled up underneath your hips, something squishy that you can only assume is a blanket.

You hardly get time to realize what’s happening when Ghostface is shuffling onto his stomach, hooking his arms under your legs with his mask pushed up atop his head. It makes you feel like the mask is staring directly at you from its position, even as you feel his tongue needily slide across your slick.

His moan is low, guttural, no longer muffled by a mask or modulator. He moans again into you when your hips twitch, his lips sliding across your heat as he takes open mouthed kisses across your cunt. Each open-mouthed kiss met with his tongue sliding through your slit up to your clit in slow, non-hurried ways.

“So good...” Ghostface murmurs against you, his tone raspy as he buries himself into you. You feel him seal his lips around your clit, circling your engorged clit with the flat of his tongue until you’re sobbing out and arching your back.

He knows just how to work you. Just how to make you scream. Knows every single sensitive point on you, even to the small things like how his fingers flex and press over your lower abdomen or over the mound of your sex.

Or how you can hear him moaning to himself, able to make out the shape of him in the dark and how his hips roll into the very dirt underneath him in seek of friction. Getting off on just getting you off.

The visual stimulus and the feeling of his tongue sliding through you is almost enough. You feel the knot tightening again, but unable to get over that edge with the slow, methodical slides of his tongue and kisses.

You begin to get frustrated, tears building in your eyes as you furiously try to hump his face or grind across his tongue. You cry out, throwing your head back each time you start to get close but unable to finally cross it.

Until two of his fingers curl inside you again, his lips suckling across your clit and moaning into you like the very same pleasure you’re receiving is his as well.

You cum, once again, having lost count by now of how many. This one isn’t as intense, but comes in waves with each throb of your clit and your walls fluttering down on his curling fingers. Ghostface doesn’t even flinch, just murmuring filthy words against each pulse of your clit and rubbing his lips across the engorged flesh. As if sinking your scent into him.

“There you go, look at you,” His voice is absolutely ragged, his breaths heavy and full of arousal. His tongue flicks out across your clit, a quick swipe just to watch you cry out and how your hips jump. It makes him chuckle lowly as he sits up, pulling his mask back down into place. “So pliant for me now. Wasn’t so hard, was it, puppy?”

He’s right. You’re a mess.

Your mind is absolutely blank, only left with conflicting feelings on whether you want to cum again just to appease him or if you want him to just use you to get himself on and be done with it.

The idea of being used as a toy makes your hips twitch, a humiliating thought as you watch the way Ghostface gropes the front of his own crotch. Able to see the shape of him vaguely in the dark through his robes.

“Please,” You choke out, keeping your eyes on where he’s grabbing himself. Your gaze follows when he lifts up his robe, tucking his boxers down from where he’d undone his pants earlier. “Please, just fuck me already.”

His cock is thick even in his gloved palm. It’s longer, but not horrendously so, but the thickness alone makes you swallow helplessly. Pretty piercings decorate underneath the shaft of maybe four or so barbells in a Jacob’s ladder with a pretty prince albert at the tip. All in silver, glinting in the moonlight.

Each stroke of his cock pulls back the foreskin to reveal the shiny head, drooling with pre-cum and making your mouth water. Your lips part to take in a shuddering, shaky breath, lifting your hips up helplessly to try and indicate how badly you wanted it.

“Poor thing, just look at you,” Ghostface starts in a drawl, looking over your flushed body. How you’d gone from pulling at your bonds to now just wanting him to fuck you. You must admit, you must have looked pretty pathetic looking at him with not a single thought in your eyes. “Nothing going on in that pretty head right now, hm?”

You don’t even reply properly, only managing a whine and mouthing the word ‘please’ over and over again. You thought for sure if he didn’t get inside of you that you would keel over and pass away.

Luckily, Ghostface doesn’t leave you wanting for long.

Your legs frame around his hips in no time when he shuffles closer. You’re unable to see what’s happening, only feeling the way he slides his cock through your folds. Each slide kisses and rubs against your clit, sending mixed feelings through you on ‘too sensitive’ and ‘just right’.

Then he slaps his cock against you, tapping it against your clit and sending jolts through you that make you sob out audibly. So sensitive- you wanted to cry from the stimulus, tears welling up in your eyes as you begin to mindlessly babble pleads again.

Then finally, finally, Ghostface slides home into you with a loud, low groan from him as if he’d reached heaven.

His moan is desperate with the way he slides into you. Savoring each of your twitches and how your own whines come from you in short, whimpering bursts with each slow stretch inside of you. You can’t take it, you can’t do it, it’s too much, too much-

“You can take it,” He says to you, his voice a gruff whisper. You hadn’t even realized you’d been babbling the same words aloud, framed by hiccups and the jerks of your hips as if trying to escape the very thing you asked for. “You will take it. Be good for me, baby, come on. You feel so good, it won’t take long, sweetheart. So good for me, shhh.”

As he finishes his words, one of his hands reaches up to cup your cheek. His thumb swipes away a tear that had rolled down your cheek, just as he bottoms out inside of you with a grunt.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” Ghostface encourages you, his hand never leaving your face. His other hand rests on your waist, gently arching you upwards so he can shift his hips and hump into you ever so gently with harsh pants of his own. “There you go, shh, let it happen. Good puppy.”

His encouragement makes you dizzy with desire. Conflicted by how over stimulated your body is and just how good it all felt. You're left with nothing in your mind except pleasure and the pinching, slight pain from too much pleasure following it. Each rock of his hips, each grumble of his words sending you further and further into a headspace that left you feeling like you were on cloud 9.

“Thatta pup. Look at that face, hm?” He grunts out between his own harsh huffs of pleasure, fucking his hips into you slow and languidly. You knew why, of course, he always came too quickly once he was inside of you. He was savoring it. “Not a damned thought in there. That all for me, baby?”

You can’t even tell him yes properly, because as soon as you say ‘yeah’ you start repeating it helplessly in time with his thrusts. It tapers off into a higher pitched sob, throwing your head to the side and against his palm to try and bury yourself there for support.

You’re moved then, his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck to grab you. He leans down to you, bent over you with the forehead of his mask pressed to yours and your moans mingling together.

His thrusts go from slow and savoring to harsh and needy and primal. He fucks you like an animal, grunting and panting with each thrust of his hips. You plead him the entire time to cum, to please cum inside you, please, please, please, please-

Ghostface’s grip on the back of your neck tightens, drawing you close up into him as he snarls. His last few thrusts get sloppy, out of time, left with him pumping into you with a loud, guttural moan ripping from his mask and growling words of calling you good.

It’s then that he finally rips his mask off, openly panting into the air as he makes eye contact with you.

You both briefly share a moment of panting between you two, you look over his face and how sweat clung to him. How the thick black eyeshadow around his eyes was starting to drip down his cheeks and making the color of his eyes that much brighter as he looked down on you.

You don’t need to ask him, not when Danny gives you his signature halfcocked grin before descending upon you to devour your lips with his own. You moan into his mouth, feeling his hands cupping your cheeks and holding you close to him. Each slide of his tongue is savoring you, slow and needy as it licks into your mouth to swallow your quiet moans raw.

When he parts, you’re left panting again. You whimper when Danny adjusts his hips now, watching as he tips his gaze down to look down at your conjoined bodies.

You note his devious smile, how he bites his bottom lip and glances up at you briefly. You’d know that look anywhere.

“Nononono, D-Danny, no, please, I can’t take it, please, please, please-” You start your begging, only half meaning it of course. You had a safeword, after all, if anything got too much.

But then Danny reaches down, feigning a puppy dog pout as his fingers circle your clit just how you like. “Aw, but baby~,” His tone is sing-song, almost verging on a whine as his tone teases you. You immediately clench down around him, bucking your hips against him and watching how his smile falters into a pleasured expression. “Fuck, sweetheart, you just look too cute with that expression. How can I not make you cum again?”

“You can do it, come on,” Danny continues, rolling your clit gently with each swipe of his fingers. You can feel the tension in your stomach, knitting your brows as he leans down to press his now bare forehead to yours.

You squeeze down again on him, twitching and fluttering and don’t miss the way he moans out, “Fuuuuuck yes, baby, there it is. Go ahead, cum all over my cock, come on, missed you so much, come on baby, yes, yes, yes-”

And you cum again. Weak, twitching, sobbing, and pulling at your restraints so you could twist your body as best as you could against him. But even then, Danny is quick to kiss you, swallowing down your pathetic sobs and moans as you plead against his lips silently.

“Bastard-” You finally choke out against his mouth, earning you a hearty laugh as Danny breaks away.

From there, Danny takes care of you. Well, once you can finally move at least and feel sensation in your clit again.

When he takes off your bonds, he gingerly applies kisses to your wrists before following it with soothing lotion once he made sure you didn’t hurt yourself anywhere. Then followed by a wet rag, courtesy of your water bottle for the cold water, to wipe you down of sweat and mud.

He takes special care with a new wet rag to take care of your poor cunt, sitting on his knees while you stand with your hands shakily on his shoulders as he tends to you. Met with oh so tender kisses to your lower lips and mound with comical ‘mwah’ sounds that make you laugh.

A fresh pair of clothing is given to you, brandished from his bag with a smile on his face that he seems to remember right after you complained about your clothes being muddy. The clothes you’d left out on the bed and went missing days ago.

Cheeky, probably had your book too.

He ditches his cloak and mask in a bag to walk around in normal clothing. The walk home isn’t too far, and once inside you can both take a shower and get into your respective pajamas.

You’re met in bed after with Danny’s arms winding around you and holding you tight, kissing all over your face with praises of how well you’d done and what a good victim you were.

But, you both agree that next time, maybe a kidnap scene would do you two better.

God, you hated running.

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