#soft eye fucking each other since the 17th century

[damienns]

#soft eye fucking each other since the 17th century #sarah x hannah #sarah fier #hannah miller #deena x sam #sam x deena #sameena #deena johnson #sam fraser #fear street #fear street 1994 #fear street 1666 #fearstreetedit #kiana madeira #olivia scott welch #THEIR CHEMISTRY WHEW #wlw #wlwedit #wlwsource #dailylgbtq #mine: gifs

[lunarastrobabe]

Rafe Adler x F!Reader- “Mr Adler”

(Warning: NSFW) (Some fluff/a little angst) 

Scotland 

“Nadine, it’s bad enough the Drake’s are involved.” Rafe said in frustration, walking alongside Nadine on their way to the cathedral. He clutched his handgun in his gloved hand, the snow crunching underneath his feet.

“You’d be surprised at how skilled she is, including knowledge on the treasure. Just give it time.” She replied, ignoring his tone of voice, she didn’t much care about his opinion, his funding to Shoreline was of the utmost importance to her. 

“Alright. Fine.” The snow gently falling in his hair and covering his shoulders like a blanket. 

“Good.” Satisfied, she made her way through the doors, following behind him into the cathedral and holstered her gun. 

You were invited to Scotland by Shoreline to accompany Nadine, your long-time friend and her partner into looking for Henry Avery’s Treasure, a 17th Century pirate who was known for pulling off the biggest heist in history back in 1695, known as the Gunsway. Rafe, now her partner in this hunt, you had only met him a few times, mostly at fancy events such as auctions and to make business deals considering how close him and Nadine were, she brought you along every time. 

You pulled your black furry jacket around you as tight as possible to stay warm as you waited in a room for Nadine to arrive with Rafe. It was dark, with a stone tomb in the middle of the room - quite small in size, and a map of the area. A large light stood in the corner of the room near the door, shining directly on the map, and a Shoreline soldier stood next to you. Multiple Shoreline cases piled up around the room, most likely filled with climbing equipment, ammunition and explosives, as you had known from working with Nadine, they’ll find any excuse to use dynamite. 

Hearing muttering outside the room, you darted your head back towards the sound, trying to stop yourself from shivering from the dropping temperature. Cold wasn’t even the right word to describe it, your limbs were numb and you just wanted to be home, curled up by the fireplace and watching tv or reading a book. 

Nadine walked through, pushing open the heavy doors and grinned at the sight of you in front of her. 

“[Y/N]!” She walked over to you and opened her arms and pulled you in for a hug, the sound of her boots echoing. “Nadine! I’ve missed you!” You were glad to see her again, it had been so long since you had seen each other, she was the one friend you could always count on whenever you had a problem. 

While you two were catching up, asking about each other and what you were both doing with your lives, and Rafe slowly walked in, an ill-tempered look on his face, completely ignoring your presence. You paused your conversation with Nadine and you both turned and look in his direction. 

“Rafe, any luck with those manuscripts?” She asked him, looking down at the map.

“Can we have a minute?” He lifted his head and stared at the wall, sounding calm. You looked over at Nadine and shrugged, as she gestured for you to leave while she spoke with him. The Shoreline soldier escorted you out and you waited patiently outside the door, trying not to eavesdrop but you also wanted to know what they were discussing. 

“Did you hear? They found a whole annexed area under the cathedral.” Nadine’s voice muffled because of the stone wall blocking your hearing. His voice was quiet, so not much could be heard coming from him, along with the sounds of explosions in the distance. The Shoreline soldier left your side and went to attend to an apparent disruption in the graveyard. You easily guessed who that could be.  

Thinking about what was going on outside, you hadn’t been listening to half of the conversation, until you heard him raise his voice, which caught your attention. 

“Well, I didn’t think he’d show up.“ You furrowed your brows, getting lost in your thoughts until a few minutes had passed and Nadine had left the room, shutting the door behind her. 

“I’ll come by later and we can go over everything.” She laughed a little. You could tell she didn’t like working with him, just from the stressed look on her face when she walked over to you. 

“Okay, wish me luck.” You said jokingly, giving her another hug before she left, two soldiers standing either side of her for protection. 

You turned back to the door, taking a deep breath and knocking first. Last time you had seen Rafe was at an auction in Paris. He was dressed in a black suit and a bow tie, handsome being the perfect word and the rest of that night, you had enjoyed the company of each other. 

“Come in.” His voice was soft, it made your heart skip a beat as it always had whenever he was around. 

Stepping back inside the room, letting the door close itself, noticing the map and the photographs were laying on the floor beside his feet. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. You kept quiet, slowly walking over and bending down to pick up the mess. He watched your every move, not taking a single eye off of you, then relaxing his muscles as he realised who you were. As you gathered up the pictures, he crouched down beside you, and as he did, you looked in front of you and met his. They were still a beautiful blue, green colour, just as you remembered. 

“Here, I got it.” His voice quiet and deep. He kept his eyes on you, snapping out of your trance from getting lost in his eyes, stuttering to find the right words to say. The way he looked at you, or when he’d speak to you or say your name, it always gave you that butterfly feeling in your stomach, everything about him made you weak. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t in love with him, because goddamn, you definitely were. 

“Long time no see.” You said, standing up with him, watching him put the pile back on the stone tomb. You couldn’t help but admire his features, his slicked back dark hair, and that smirk that made you swoon. 

“Nice to see you too, [Y/N].” He spread out the photos and made sure the map wasn’t creased or damaged. He was always polite and kind towards you, more so than he was with the people who worked for him. He took a quick glance over at you then back at focusing on what he was doing. 

Flashing him a smile, “So, I see you’re looking for Avery’s treasure, huh?” You rested your gloved, frozen hands against the stone, raising an eyebrow. 

He chuckled with slight anger in his voice at the slow progress he was making, “For the past fifteen goddamn years, yes.” Turning his body to face yours. “Although, I heard your knowledge could be of great use to me.” You two were extremely close, you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body to yours in the distance that was between you. Now it was his time to admire you, his eyes travelled up your physique, scanning every inch of you, looking at your neck, then your lips, then your eyes once again. 

Rafe never really fell in love with anybody throughout his life, maybe once or twice, but his mind and motivation to focus on his parents business and now hunting for Avery’s treasure was something that he now had pushed back and instead, keep his view on you. That night during the auction in Paris, seeing you all dressed up and elegant, he had feelings he hadn’t felt for an extremely long time, feelings he couldn’t describe, and keeping up his mean, tough exterior, he had a soft, loving side to him, which he kept to himself. Being around you, he was able to let his guard down. 

“You could say that.” You smirked at him staring at you, his eyes fixated back onto your lips, silence filling the room. 

“Cat got your tongue, Adler?” Whispering, you moved a step closer to him, feeling his clothes brush against yours. With no hesitation, he immediately snaked his arm through your jacket and around your waist, the smell of his expensive cologne was intoxicating. A stray hair fell from his head, hanging over above his eye. 

Reaching up you gently moved it and pushed it back. “Kiss me.” Was all that he said in that moment, leaning in, your lips gently pressed against his, very lightly at first but then getting used to the sweet taste in just a few seconds. His free hand met his other, pressing his body against yours and deepened the kiss. After a few minutes, he pulled back and licked his lips. 

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” He leaned down a little to meet your neck and left soft small kisses on your sweet spot. A quiet moan fumbled from your throat. 

“Rafe-” Closing your eyes, melting into his touch and how his tongue danced around. “We have work to do.” You tangled your fingers into his hair at the back of his head, scratching lightly, relaxing the both of you. 

“Hm. It can wait.” He lifted his head from your neck and caressed your cheek with his thumb, then delicately tracing your lips letting the tip of your tongue come into contact with him. You grabbed the fabric of his clothing and pulled him to you, slamming your lips into his. He slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up, placing you on the map, not caring about his mission due to the feeling as if he was under a spell. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him close to you, the feeling of his erection pushed against your core. 

“Fuck.” His breath shaking at the adrenaline rush and the arousal he was feeling, the grip on your thighs with his large hands getting tighter, as you were rubbing yourself against him. 

Pulling back from the kiss, you shuffled back removing your jacket along with your gloves and throwing them on the floor, moving his work out the way and grabbed his belt bringing him closer to you, all you wanted was to feel him hold you, feel your skin touching, to feel emotionally connected to the man you were in love with. Rafe settled in between your legs, his arms either side of your body looking at the black soft sweater that hugged your figure so perfectly, he undressed you with his mind. 

Hovering over your body, his muscles tensing up he opened his mouth to say something but hesitated. You looked at him with a sympathetic look, biting your lip you asked him, “Is everything okay?” You rested your hand on his cheek, then running your fingers gently through the side of his hair. 

A small smile appeared on his face, he shuddered, starved for affection as it seemed, you’d think with all the parties he attends and gala’s, he’d be surrounded by multiple women, but he chose you. 

“Can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” He smirked. 

“Who said I want to?” Leaning up on your elbows you reached over and moved your hands to undo his belt and zipper and sliding them inside his jeans, making sure to keep eye contact with him the entire time. You felt his soul burn through you, as if he was looking to you for answers to a puzzling thought that plagued his mind. He grunted a little once your cold hand found its way to his hard, throbbing cock, ready to break free from its cage. Your fingers stroking his length through the fabric of his boxers, feeling your panties getting wet at the thought of him fucking you in this room right here, right now, knowing someone could walk in at any moment made it all the more exciting. 

“Don’t stop until I say so.” He hissed, his cock twitching every time you ran your finger to his tip, the pre-cum slipping through your fingers. Getting the impression that Rafe was the dominant type, turned you on, your clit tingling and begging to be touched. You gave him a wink and continued stroking him, taking it fully into your hands, sucking in a breath he pushed you down and laid you down on your back. 

“My turn.” He said darkly, unzipping your jeans, lifting your body up to pull them down revealing the black lace underwear you were wearing. At first he rubbed your soaking wet clit with two fingers through the fabric, your hips bucked along with the movement of his hand. Your hand working on him, pumping him till he grabbed your hand with his free one gently and said, “I think that’s enough.” and pinned your arms above your head. You whined at how much he was teasing you. 

“Fuck. Rafe.” You breathed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, he now had inserted his fingers inside your entrance, the pre-cum dripping onto the stone block that you were laying on. Your legs shook as he pumped in and out, a few loud moans coming from you filled the room. Rafe didn’t care how loud you both were, he didn’t care who could hear you or what everybody else thought, he wanted them to listen to the sounds of him pleasuring you. 

“Don’t come for me yet babe.” You obeyed and he removed his fingers from you and licked his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. He sat up and kept in a kneeled position, you felt a spark ignite inside of you, unknown to you, Rafe had felt it too. You sat up to meet his gaze, he took your face in his hands and pulled you in for a hungry kiss, your tongues attacking each other for dominance. You pulled his pants down, his cock standing up, mumbling into his mouth, “I want you so fucking bad.” 

He laughed a little at your comment, and pulled back from the kiss, moving his right hand to hold your back. “You ready?” Nodding at him and licking your lips, enjoying the flavour of him settling on your tastebuds. He steadied himself and lined his cock up with your entrance, gently pushing himself in, careful not to hurt you as you got used to his large size. You winced a little but then relaxed, another moan emitting from the both of you. He placed the palm of his left hand firmly beside you, as he guided his hips and continued pushing in and out, as he closed his eyes, enjoying the euphoria. A strong feeling of love and passion struck his heart. 

“Goddammit-, shit, I love you.” He expressed in between sweaty breaths. 

His pace now at high speed. Shocked at the words he just said, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his hot, flushed cheek and spoke, as you were about to reach your high. 

“Harder. Please.” And with that he pushed deep into you, quickly pulling out as he released himself over your bare legs, now shaking from the aftershock of your orgasm. 

Beads of sweat saturated your forehead, his hair fell and hung down, loosened from the wax and gel he had used earlier that day. Catching your breath, you sat up and grabbed some clean tissues from your jacket pocket, cleaning yourselves up. You pulled your panties and jeans back on, buckling your belt, and watching him do the same as he stood in front of you, 

“Hey, Rafe?” You slid off the surface you were sitting on and walked over to him, shoving your hands in the back pockets of your jeans. 

“Hm?” He hummed, sliding on his black jacket and zipping it up then looking at you as he smoothed his hair back down to it’s original position. 

“Why did you say that to me?” A confused look on your face, a nervous feeling in your stomach. You had so much love for him, worried your heart would break at anything negative he’d say. 

He scratched his chin and grabbed your hips holding you close to him. He chuckled. “Because I’m in love with you. Isn’t it obvious?” Now waiting for an answer. 

You let out a shy giggle, your cheeks blushing a bright red and sharing another kiss. “Well, aren’t you lucky that I love you too?” 

#rafe adler #x reader #rafe adler x reader #uncharted #uncharted 4 #uncharted a thiefs end #a thiefs end #uncharted 4 a thiefs end #smut #fluff

[straymackerel]

shopaholic s/o hcs

akutagawa ryunosuke

• sweet mother of “what the FUCK do i do”

• the man’s coat is an ability ffs how is he gonna know what to do in an actual clothing store

• ps. the 17th century called, they want their ruffled blouse and cravat back

• gin tries to give him advice, like that he should hold stuff for you when you’re shopping, but he’s too embarrassed to actually do so (especially if you’re buying women’s clothes––toxic masculinity check ✨✨)

• akutagawa will either stand in the middle of the aisle or in the very very corner of the stores you go to, and he will NOT move for anyone except you.

• if you bring him to one of those cutesy millennial gift shops, he’ll be tempted to tear the place to shreds… but if it brings you joy, he’ll suck it up just for you.

• blushes and looks away when you come out of the dressing room. “what do you think?” “...tch, it serves its function.”

• akutagawa bristles when he sees a coat like dazai’s on the men’s side of the department store, and he’s quite obvious about it

• follows you like a dog when you finally leave the store

• will ONLY vibe in hot topic 🖤 but even then would not be caught dead holding anything colorful

• the only thing he feels comfortable picking out in front of you are new shades though

• generally admires your outfits in silence. might give a grunt or nod of approval towards your ensemble once in a while, but that’s all you’re getting out of him.

akutagawa gin

• you are exactly what she needs in her life oml

• she’d love to spice up her casual wear but she doesn’t have lots of time to do so between her job and taking care of her brother

• for the love of god you are not allowed to tell him that

• please please pleaseee help her find hair accessories, bracelets, lacy gloves, etc.

• maybe some lipstick? she has no “practical” use for it under a mask so she doesn’t own any yet (she would totally put it on for work though, it’ll be like her little secret)

• when buying new clothes, she comes out of the dressing room quite flustered so you BEST tell her she looks amazing

• gin is v soft and wants to hold your hand while browsing ksdfksksd ❤️❤️

• silently stares at certain mannequins before you finally ask if she wants to check them out

• is always super psyched when you notice (since ryu is always oblivious or just pretending to be...)

• also wants to go to hot topic, specifically for more masks and chokers

• pulls you into the dressing room so no one but you sees her transform with her hair up

• people often give compliments to gin (or the both of you as a couple) in public and she’ll run to hide behind you because AHHHHHHH

• you must nurture and protect this side of her at all costs..!

edgar allan poe

• also part of the hot topic gang™

• entertains you by coming out of the dressing room with the most gothic outfits he could manage to put together

• can we talk about how fabulous this guy dresses??? manga poe popped off with those layers and patterns

• also has impeccable taste in shoes. feast your eyes on those knee-high heeled boots with the tops folded over

• absolutely loves to thrift; won’t even notice musty vintage smells

• unfortunately has to hide karl in his coat so the store staff doesn’t kick him out

�� poe will tell you fun facts about the differences between the clothing of japan and america (ex. japanese sizes run small, leggings are considered pants in america but not japan)

• the only obstacle between him and shopping is his shyness. he’ll avoid workers and other customers like the plague

• he’s given up on asking for his size because people never hear him... you may need to “translate” for him once in a while.

• different clothes will make him a different person. he’ll get really into his element if he’s in the right outfit, so he’s down to experiment.

• going out and shopping with you gives him writing inspiration. you might get a poem or two based on such endeavors

• karl isn’t very taken up with the whole ordeal so he might not like you very much

yosano akiko

• a match made in heaven? 😇

• the two of you are constantly asking each other where the other got those pants, that nail polish, those heels, etc.

• yosano gives amazing fashion advice, but never unsolicited. she approves of all of your purchases, believing that there are no hard and fast rules to dressing up. overall just supportive of your shared hobby.

• you will never make more purchases/spend more money than her in any given trip. 

• the two of you have to bring a shopping trolley or two or three or four on every trip to the mall (otherwise it’s impossible to bring all the loot home)

 • she might still drag an ada member along to help out, and you’ve learned not to question it 

• yosano knows all the deals, carries all the coupons, and has all the 5% back credit cards for pretty much everywhere

• fashion magazines littering your shared apartment? probably.

• want her to do your makeup? she’s a doctor, she has steady hands~

• matching outfits? you’ll be the cutest couple.

• the two of you declutter together and always give the excess to charity, shelters, and projects that recycle fabric

• she will never buy new hair accessories to replace her butterfly clip––and it will be a long time before she explains why, if ever.

#bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd poe #akutagawa headcanons #akutagawa gin #akutagawa hcs #akutagawa ryunosuke #yosano hcs #yosano headcanons #edgar allan poe hcs #edgar allen poe hcs #queue

[theonewiththefanfics]

A Pirate’s Soul (part 1)

Synopsis: Pirates of the Carribean/ The Avengers mashup! 

The Reader, a skilfull Avenger had gone on a mission with a few fellow members, one of them being Stephen Strange. The mission turns for the worst as the Reader gets trapped with a no way out, but instead of Doctor Strange opening up a portal for Y/N to escape to New York or even just the woods outside, she gets transported to the 18th century Caribbean sea, where she meets a group of people that will forever change her world. Especially a certain son of a pirate with the sweetest heart.

Pairing: Will Turner x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: swearing but that’s a given with me

Genre: idk anymore

Word count: 2151

The thing about being an Avenger is that you’ll meet very different and weird people throughout your life. The thing about fighting alongside them is that not everything goes as planned. Ever. Especially when one of the people is a sorcerer with the power to open up portals and bend time and space.    That is what happened while Y/N, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes and Wanda Maximoff had gone out on a mission. What was supposed to be a simple in and out turned into a full-blown battle with not only Hydra agents, but enhanced aliens running around and shooting at them.    “Strange, I need you to open up a portal for me!” the girl shouted, comms filled with gunfire. “Like now! Right this second! I don’t wanna die today!”    “A bit busy over here!”    “Yeah, well the building is about to collapse and I have no way out!”    She punched a six-armed alien and whipping her knives around she slashed a deep gash over its chest, organs and green blood spilling out. There was nowhere to go. Y/N was down in the lowest basement level and she was being ambushed. The rumble of explosions up above shook the ground beneath her feet and the stone walls, making it her own little tomb.    Her Y/E/C eyes were wide with fear, the terror so huge she could barely hear Tony calling for Strange to do something, could barely decipher Bucky’s yells of anger and Wanda’s tearful sobs.    She closed her eyes as the ceiling above her shook more and more, the last three creatures ready to pounce. Before the cold blocks collapsed on top of the girl, the alien’s hands grabbed onto her shoulders, waist and thighs. But instead of feeling the wind knocked out of her by a wall, she fell… and fell through it, greeted by an echo-y thud off a wooden surface.

   In an instant her eyes were open, bright sunlight shocking her system as a beautiful salty breeze of the sea invaded her senses. There was no time to relish in the feeling as the monster was still on top of her chest, seemingly just as surprised to be in their new surroundings. Y/N took it as her cue and sliced off the arms that held her thighs, eliciting a shrieking scream from the thing. Her second blade struck in its shoulder of the one that held down her hip. Y/N wiggled around a bit, hooking her leg over its tail and flipping them over, so that the girl was now on top of it and with a hard thrust she pushed the blade through its neck, pinning it to the wooden floorboards underneath them and killing the thing.    Her combat suit was ripped open, basically leaving it in shreds. Her chest was heaving as her palms grabbed onto what seemed to be a timber railing. Y/N let her eyes adjust to the scene beforehand, and if she wasn’t as exhausted, the adrenaline wearing off leaving a leaden feeling in her legs, she’d almost believe what was in front of her.    A tallish man with dark dreadlocks, a red bandana, a triangular hat and God only knows how many trinkets tied into the strands stood before her. His brown eyes were lined with charcoal and a hand with a ring on every finger was holding a sword up to her. A tiny goatee with beads hanging off of it swished around in the wind, but what drew Y/N’s attention more was the young man standing beside him.    Clad in a white cotton tunic, the buttons open revealing a muscular chest, his chocolate eyes bore into Y/N’s Y/E/C ones. His shoulder length hair was half up pulled away from his face revealing sharp cheekbones and jawline.    “I’m dead aren’t I?” she asked to no one in particular, noting that there were more men on the ship, each looking scruffier than the previous, all of them weirdly enough dressed like they were from the 17th hundreds. “Or did you transport me to a fucking amusement park, Stephen?” she chuckled turning away from the men.    There was no reply.    “Stephen?” she tapped the little black device still securely tucked in the shell of her ear. Again nothing.    Y/N’s voice shook as her eyes soaked in the scene. “Tony?” Nothing but blue water, the emerald and turquoise hues glinting in the sunlight. No land. No Hydra or New York. Nothing but the open sea.    She spun around, panic settling in her stomach. The man with the dreadlocks looked over at the man with the tied up hair giving a glance of confusion as his sword lowered down.    “No,” Y/N choked out, “no, no, no, no.” Her palms met the wooden floor of what she now knew to be a ship. “This can’t be happening! Wanda!” Y/N’s scream echoed in the open air. “Bucky!”    At this point, her back was pressed against the side of the ship and a palm going to her throat. Y/N couldn’t properly breathe, her head was spinning from hyperventilating. Suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder. She could feel the skin-to-skin contact, courtesy of a giant rip in her suit.    “Miss, I need you to breathe, okay?” it was the one wearing the white shirt. His voice was soothing, like the waves the ship was lulling on.    “Where,” Y/N heaved out, “where am I?”    The man who had his sword pointed at her before, answered the question. “The Caribbean sea, love. Right in the heart of it.”    Fine. She could work with a place. A place was good. But then came the question Y/N didn’t really know if she wanted to get an answer to. “When am I?”    Her Y/E/C met the white-tunic-mans. They were soft, consoling, she didn’t want to look away, but then again, neither did she want to hear what his lips had to say. “18th century.”    Y/N took a deep breath. 18th century. She was in the fucking 18th century. Man, had Stephen fucked up. Her attention was taken away from the man by a woman, she hadn’t previously noticed. The blonde was just about to touch the alien but Y/N was faster, jumping up and wrapping her arms around the petite girl, shielding her body with her own.    “Don’t touch it! Unless you want the whole ship to go up, I suggest you back away.” Her eyes were a lighter shade of brown, golden specks glinting in the sunlight, plump lips open in an unheard question.    Hydra had scientifically grown the alien species in test tubes and then genetically engineered them to explode after dying if someone or something touched the skin, to cause the maximum effect of destruction. Back in the base that had actually helped her out in the mission, at one point setting off a chain reaction and taking a whole block out. Now, given the fact that there wasn’t land anywhere on the horizon, Y/N couldn’t risk anything.    A tall and lanky man, one eye darting around, clearly made from wood scooted closer to the strange creature. “You touch it and it’ll explode. The ship will go down and so will everyone else,” Y/N warned him, hoping the rest would take it to heart too.    The girl was barely keeping it together, opting for command mode to stay sane. She needed something to do, so a plan had to be devised to safely dispose or at least relocate the carcass before another curious mind came a bit too close and boom! went the dynamite.    “Well, what do you suggest then? Leave it out in the open? Where it’ll rot and then a seagull will flock down, sit on it and make my Pearl drown that way?” The guy with the deadlocks had approached Y/N and the girl, the Avenger still sorta shielding the other woman’s body with her own.    Back while fighting with Hydra, the bodies had exploded because of harsh movements, like rubble hitting it, a stray bullet or a graze of a knife. In an instant the green blood started to turn orange and then red, the dead flesh heating up before exploding, the shrapnel of bones and the sheer force of kinetic energy bringing down stone walls. But what if nothing did touch it?    Y/N had magic in her veins, but she was untrained, nothing like Stephen. ’Damn, it Wanda, I need you,’ she thought to herself before looking at the gathered crowd. The girl was terrified of what ran through her blood more specifically because one time as a kid she had accidentally set a house on fire, just because of her emotions and ever since then she had locked that part of her mind.    “Stand back.”    The girl immediately detached herself form Y/N taking a few steps away.    “What?” it was dreadlocks.    “I said stand back. I don’t know what’s gonna happen so you might want to keep yourself at a safe distance.”    He levelled a gaze. “And what is a safe distance?”    Y/N had no answer to that. “Preferably somewhere off the boat, but since that ain’t possible- as far away as you can.”    The girl steadied her mind, slowly feeling her heart rate come back to the normal thud-thud-thud. ‘Don’t fuck it up, don’t fuck it up, don’t fuck it up’ was a mantra ringing through her head. Wanda and Stephen had had years of training whereas Y/N had none, so freeing that part of her mind was terrifying. To allow the power she didn’t know how to control ooze out of her every pore was the scariest thing that had ever happen to her.    The girl concentrated, letting the tendrils seep out and feel the air. It was a shock to her system. She could feel every molecule around her, the tiniest ripple under the sea, where a crab left an indent in the sand or a fish moved its muscles to propel itself forwards. Y/N could fell everything, and as much as she wanted to revel in this newfound world, she had to focus.    Air. She could use air. Something warm trickled down her nose, the sticky substance worming past her lips and down her chin. Y/N had no time to wipe away what she knew to be blood. She extended a hand towards the dead alien and mentally pushed the air underneath it up, trying to picture it as a solid material the body could be laying on. She imagined it lift above the floor and it did. Green blood was spilling out from the places where its limbs were missing as well as through the giant neck wound.    “A bit more, a bit higher, a bit further,” Y/N muttered underneath her breath as she moved her palm toward the open sea, the body floating in the air immediately following that direction.    Red droplets from her nose splattered against the wood. “Just a bit more.” A huge headache was forming, ripping her skull apart. “Just a tiny bit more.” It was over the railing, hovering above the sea, yet it was still too close, what had dreadlocks called it- Pearl? It was still too close to the Pearl.    From somewhere behind her a voice kept calling. It was saying for her to stop. Or at least that’s what Y/N thought. The only thing she could hear was her own blood pounding in her ears. Her hand shook with the force the girl was exerting.    “A tiny bit more,” it came out like a strangled breath before she released the alien, it’s body splatting down into the sea, exploding in a matter of three seconds.    Y/N’s lips pulled up in an exhausted smile. “There,” she heaved out, “done.”     And suddenly she lost balance. Y/N would’ve smashed her forehead against the black railing if it hadn’t been for two strong arms that caught her just in time.    His mouth moved, yet Y/N couldn’t hear the words. Lick-the-bed? What no, that couldn’t be right. The woman she had shielded from the alien’s body reappeared in Y/N’s vision. She was carrying a cloth, a damp one that she gently pressed against Y/N’s flushed skin. No, Elizabeth, not lick-a-bed. That was the girl’s name.    The woman’s mouth moved as well, Y/N’s hearing catching onto one single word before falling into the blissful darkness where nothing hurt.    “Will…”

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A Clowns Desire (Pennywise x Laughing Jack)

It was a warm summer evening.Silence filled  the little town called Derry.Not one single Child played outside,not one single Person was to be seen on the Streets or Pavements .You could drop a Needle and it would be heard through all Streets.

,,What an odd town." Muttered Jack as he was walking through the Streets.He was used to Silence and abandoned places, but this Town was neither abandoned nor really silent.He had been in many different towns and villages,people tend to be more trustworthy in small towns so he had a much easier game here as in large cities. But after 7 pm noone went out of the House, not even grown men, not even Dogs or Cats.

,,The Children play outside when it's daytime...they sing, laugh,dance.Just as normal Brats would do.But after dark their behaviour changes.Do they already know I'm here?" Jack wondered. His system had been quite successful until now.Go to a small town or Village,kill as many Children as possible in a span of 6-12 Months without the Police suspecting a Serialkiller and then move on to the next town to repeat the Cycle.Every 100-150 Years he would change the Continent.He figured out that he wouldn't be so easy to trace that way.Neither by a human nor by something Supernatural,even though he never encountered anything Supernatural other than Jeff,from whom he prefers to stay away.He remembered his way to the USA.During WW1 he managed to befriend a little girl from the upper class. They played together for a while.But ,,Lilly" wouldn't let him gain her trust so easily so it took him longer than usual to play his psychological game with her. Suddenly, after a few weeks of playing together she bursted into her room, crying.Jack calmed her down and she told him that she would move to America,according to her mother it wouldn't be safe anymore in Britain. He took the Chance and convinced her to sneak him in his Box onto the ship. 3 Months he lived with her in her new house in the area around Chicago. He normally killed his Victims after 3 weeks, but this was his way to say ,,Thank you" for the refuge and help he had gotten from Lilly. Since then he,THE Laughing Jack killed in the USA.

Jack chuckled at the thought of Lilly's begging and crying.But soon felt a familiar feeling in his guts. He just HAD to kill again,no time for games.The Urge became stronger and stronger over the past two weeks he had been here. He couldn't take it much longer.But it was of no use,he wasn't even able to get his hands on a Grown up,they were too careful.

As LJ walked down the streets of Derry he looked at the houses he passed.In many Houses wouldn't even burn light.Suddenly he stopped.To his right he could make out a house where the lights were still on.He approached it slowly.before stepping to the window he made himself invisible.He couldn't risk anyone noticing him,this house was his last hope of a nice slay for probably the next hole week.Carefully he listened in hopes of making out noises a potential child could make.

after a few seconds he widened his eyes and started to smile in pure delight.A Boy,probably around the age of 14 seemed to talk to someone on the phone, judging his attitude it was someone of his age range. His Handmovements were Wild and over the top,he practically screamed at the phone he was abusing that sat  on a small desk next to a blue Staircase.

,,No Bill! I'm not coming!"

The boy sounded angered.

,,It's of no use! We should enjoy the Summer vacations!"

Jack had to giggle. ,,Yeah.Yeah you should.The best way of doing so is Camping outside,where I can get you in a blink of an eye." he whispered to himself in a sinister tone.

,,No! ...NO! Not ,,Richie listen!" ,now YOU listen! I've had enough of you and i won't go into this house EVER again! This fucking Clown nearly ate us!"

The Clown? Jack stared in shock at the still screaming boy. He hadn't even killed one single Child! They couldn't possibly mean him.He didn't attack anything! There must be another Killer.LJ thought for a second that it could be Jeff,but they usually  both make sure to not hunt in the Area of the other.Jack gave his word,and so did Jeff.

,,This House is a death trap by itself, the floor nearly cracked and the High grass is a fucking Jungle !I WON'T GO!" and with that he hung up and went to the staircase only to go upstairs and slam a Door.

Jack felt himself filling up with rage.This can't be possible.This was his hunting Area and it would stay his! There can only be ONE! And it would be Jack.THE Laughing Jack!If he had to take his Urge out on the other Clown,then so be it!

Jack turned around and walked in a quick pace to an down the Street.He was pretty sure he knew what house was meant.This old abandoned mansion thing ,the Fence around it was broken and the windows were nailed shut.But that wouldn't stop him.

Good 10 Minutes later he arrived at the door of the building.He took his black greasy claw and pushed very carefully against the door,trying to be as quite as possible.With a loud creak the door opened and revealed an old Entrance hall,covered in rotten leaves and random old stuff in the corners of it.Jack entered the building slowly and shut the door behind him.He could hear soft high pitched squeaks, probably Rats. He moved his Head from left to right,scanning the hall.Suddenly he made out a staircase.His eyes glued to the it he approached the staircase.Resting one hand on the handrail he stared up.his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness he saw nothing up there,at least nothing alive.

,,WE ALL FLOAT DOWN HERE!"

,,THE FUCK?!" Jack jumps around to the direction the voice came from.It sounded like a child,a boy.But much more malicious.He didn't shit his Pants,but it caught him off guard for a second.He admitted that.He felt himself becoming furious over that.He straightened himself and walked self-assured to the direction where the sound came from.He walked across the hall into a small room,at the end of it he saw some kind of old Fountain.

,,Jack!Come down!We want to play with you!"

this time it was a group of kids,chanting the same sentence in the same tone.

,,Oh you little shits,believe me i can't WAIT to play with Every.Single.One.Of you." The Instincts drove him mad,the voices were so near,he could almost feel their bloody spinal column in his Claws.

Suddenly he felt an ominous presence.He instantly turned around and there he stood.His opponent. He had Ginger hair and a weird hairline going only to the middle of his huge Skalp,a dirty greyish-white clownsuit from the 17th Century with matching boots.Instead of buttons he had Orange Pompons on the ,,shirt" and one on each of his boots.His face was pale white just like Jack's but he had two red lines on each side of his face one inch over his eye starting and going down over his cheek all the way to each side of the lipcorners. His eyes were Yellowish orange and completely sinister.To top everything he had a red Nose.Jack was more the ,,Modern version" of this guy.He was entirely black and white with pale silver eyes surrounded in almost light absorbing black. His raven black hair was messy and went all the way down to his shoulders,while his opponents hair seemed to go in unnatural ways up to form a funny intended hairstyle. Jacks clothes looked more like the goth version of workers clothes from the 18th century,only his striped cone nose,his clownish makeup and  his black vintage collar  suggest him being one.

,,You're not Bill..."The ginger clown exclaimed,almost sad.

,,No.I am Jack.Laughing Jack.The one and only." Jack  answered very prideful.

,,I am Pennywise,the d-dancing Clown!" The orange haired Clown said,he shook his head like he had a tick what made the little bells on Pennywise's costume ring.Jack only noticed them now.,,Anyways,this is my hunting area, so leave.NOW.Before you did your last dance Pennywise."LJ didn't even try to talk this out,he actually wanted this to escalate.He haven't had a good fight in a while,and Jeff wasn't around so Pennywise had to be enough for now.,,Your area?I didn't see your Name on it?" Pennywise made sure it sounded rude and provoking.He know that Jack isn't human. ,,Oh look we've got a funny Motherfucker over here!Listen Fuckface,this is my area and i wont say it again.LEAVE!"

,,You like Balloons Jack?"

,,...What?"

Suddenly a Red Balloon levitated right to Jack ,with him just staring confused at it.It stopped Inches infront of his face and suddenly exploded. Pennywise stood  Inches  Infront of him,staring at him with a sinister smile.Jack reacted instantly and Punched Pennywise directly into his face.It was a one hit kill,Pennywise literally flew through the hole room and clashed against the Wall.Black Dots danced infront of his eyes and it took him a second to gain full control back.It was only then that he looked at his feed and realized he hadn't changed his Form. Pennywise couldn't understand it. Usually he would morph into the most feared thing of the Individual and scare it shitless. Pennywise himself couldn't scare him,that hit proved enough. It was only then he realized it...

Fear isn't  something that could be harvested from Jack.

Pennywise couldn't believe it.There HAD to be something! He jumped up and lunged at Jack, he doged the attack elegant and hit Pennywise with his claws right across the face. Pennywise hollered and stumbled back.Jack followed him.Pennywise fell to the Ground.Three big red  marks  started to form right across his face.

,,You did your last Dance Gingerfuck!" With madness glooming out of his eyes,LJ bend over him and lifted his right arm with the Claws almost dangling in the air,ready to strike.Penny took the chance and kicked Jacked with all of his force between the legs.Eyes widened Jack sunk down,moaning.Pennywise jumped up and immediately went on Jack's throat.

,,WHY WON'T YOU FEAR ME?!"

,,WHY WONT YOU FEAR ME?!""

,,AM I NOT REAL ENOUGH FOR YOU?!"

Pennywise screamed into LJ's face while chocking him. Jack tried to get rid of him,but it was of no use.He kept staring at him.Suddenly Pennywise smelled something.He stopped and went close to Jack's face,sniffing him.He smelled like something,but it was no fear.It smelled as good as fear,but it wasn't the same.Pennywise noticed that Jack wasn't trying to push him off in any way.He just stared at him,slowly taking a reddish tint to his face. Pennywise stared back at him in cofusion.It was only then he noticed something.Or rather he noticed that he was sitting on something.Pennywise slided a few inches  back  and looked down.There was a bulge in Jacks pants.Pennywise looked back at Jack whoms face turned tomato red.suddenly Pennywise realized what that smell was.He smelled it a few times now and he knew what that bulge meant.He had seen several Parents from his Victims ,,getting rid" of that bulge in a certain way,the smell went trough the hole house.

What was he supposed to do? he couldn't feed from that feeling. But he had seen that Humans had  a strange liking to it.Maybe it is...fun to get rid of this? Should he try it? Would Jack allow it?It was the very least  he could do after throwing him around the house like a Ragdoll.

Slowly he went back on the bulge,bending his face down to Jack's who just stared at him.

,,Care to explain?" He asked Jack mockingly?

Pennywise could see the hesistation in LJ's face.Just before he could say anything Jack slammed his lips onto Pennywise's ones.Penny was shocked at first but let it happen.Slowly they moved their lip passionately in synchro.Jack set himself up so that Pennywise was sitting on his lap which didn't bother Pennywise.Not in the slightest.

LJ pressed Pennywise onto him and asked with his tounge for entrance,which Pennywise gladly gave.They both fought for dominance for a while.Jack won.The kiss felt like an eternity.Jack lifted Pennywise up and carried him Bridal style to the Mattress that layed next to the Fountain. He layed him down on it and bend over him,almost ripping the clothes off while kissing Pennywise's neck,searching for the sweet spot.After a loud moaning from him Jack knew he had found it,Sucking and biting it while ripping the Pants off.Pennywise lay on the mattress,only in his underpants.He decided it was time for him to gain dominance,so he grabbed Jack by the shoulders and threw him onto the mattress.He stripped LJ's clothes off and and went back to his mouth,their tounges dancing together for awhile.Suddenly Jack touched his chest,caressing it.He slowly went down to his abdomen and down to his underpants,sliding one hand in and fondling the shaft from Pennywise.He broke the Kiss.Pennywise smiled and striped down his under pants.

,,How do we want to do this?" Jack asked Pennywise.

,,Turn around." he ordered. Pennywise had realized that LJ was completely submissive in bed but could surely turn the complete opposite if he wanted to.Jack obeyed.

Pennywise went on his knees and looked at the ass of Jack.

,,Like the sight?" Jack asked? ,,I love it." he answered.Both realized the irony and chanted suddenly together ,,I'm lovin' it!"

Pennywise spit onto his finger and humidified the entrance.Then he placed himself infront of him and slowly entered him.Jack gasped and gripped  the mattress tightly.Pennwise startet to move slowly,Jack started to moan.The room was filled of the sound of skin clapping together. A wave of pleasure started to hit both of them.

After a while Pennywise started to quicken his pace ,gripping onto Jacks hair with one hand and Jacking him off with the other.At this point Jack became a mess.They both started moaning very loudy,Pennywise got rougher and rougher.The hole house was filled with Their sounds.After a while Jack started to feel knot strenghen inside of him.

,,I-I'm gonna cum!" Jack yelled. Pennywise went deeper and faster to really pleasure him.

,,Oh Fuck yes"

Jack started to roll his eyes into the back of his head,moaning really loud.Pennywise kept jacking him off at the same time,Jack finally came right into Pennywises hand.

(Part one)

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