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(Previous Part)

After passing through the miserable Manhattan traffic, the roads of rural New York began to calm as they began the long journey to Maine.

Beside Will, Jason was twisting a map around, the paper crinkling with each slight movement he made. “You’d think they would’ve made these easier to read.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Well they sort of did,” Will replied, “Google maps offers great convenience, unfortunately there’s no demigod Google or Apple…or any of the other companies.”

Jason blankly stared at Will for a moment, “I’m going to pretend I understood what any of that meant.”

Will held back a laugh, he had forgotten that Jason wasn’t exactly familiar with modern technology. He was like Nico in that way, maybe that’s one of the reasons they got along so well. “It’s phone stuff, i’m not really the expert on it because I was never allowed to have a phone. But my Mom had one, and the other campers keep me up to date with all that other stuff.”

Jason’s eyes widened for a split second, Will could tell it was because of the mention of his Mom. He was probably surprised because Will typically didn’t mention her. “So your Mom, she’s…” Jason’s voice died off.

“She’s alive, if that’s what you wanted to ask. Her name is Naomi Solace, though I doubt you’ve heard of her. She’s a pretty well known country singer, always busy with tours and concerts.” Will seemed to fall into the past as he spoke about his mother. “I used to go on tours with her, they were chaotic but honestly amazing. Staying up until the late hours eating fast food, traveling around the country. It was great.”

Jason seemed hesitant to speak, but he noticed Will’s smile fading. “Did something happen?”

“Well, turns out monsters aren’t great for tours.” Will sighed as he stared out across the endless roads. “As I got older, more and more attacks happened. Eventually my Mom had to send me to camp, she didn’t want to. I still think she regrets it, but there was nothing she could do. Guess that’s just how it is.”

“Do you still keep in contact?” Jason asked cautiously.

“Yeah,” Will nodded, “I send letters, and Iris messages. Sometimes I even visit, though she’s pretty busy so I never stay long. She would probably let me stay forever if she could, but I wouldn’t burden her like that.”

Jason opened his mouth to speak but he hesitated, unable to find the right thing to say. After a moment he finally spoke, “She sounds nice.”

Will smiled, “Oh yeah, she’s amazing.” He meant it completely, his Mom was truly one of the best people he’d ever known. “But enough about my Mom, what do you think this ‘dark presence’ or whatever it is we are facing?”

Jason frowned, his mind delving into thought, “I’m not sure. What dark creature or thing would be out to get Nico?”

Will paused, a revelation hitting him so hard he almost drove them off the road. “Oh my Gods…how did I not realize sooner?”

“What?” Jason said, his hand was now tightly latched onto the door from Wills lapse in good driving.

“It’s Nyx,” he said the name like it was poison in his mouth. “It has to be. She’s probably still pissed that he embarrassed her.”

“Nyx?” Jason asked, his voice almost incredulous.

“Yeah, we fought her back in tartarus. Guess she’s still holding a grudge.” Will shook his head with an unpleasant look displayed on his face.

“So Nico left to what? Go fight a goddess on his own?”

Will sighed in pure frustration, “Yep. It’s a classic Nico move, I mean he would’ve gone to tartarus alone, again, if I hadn’t forced him to take me.”

“I guess in that way he hasn’t changed, still trying to face things alone.” Jason frowned.

“Right.” Will’s face was now unreadable even to himself, “At least he’s not alone, he took your boyfriend with him remember?”

Jason almost choked, “Boyfriend?!”

Will failed to hold back his laughter, “I guess it’s not official yet?”

“We’re not-he’s not-“ Jason stumbled over his words before giving up at forming a coherent sentence.

“Okay, okay. I won’t push any further, just know, it’s pretty obvious.” Will smirked as Jason tried to regain his composure.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Jason finally spoke with a false look of confidence. “Me and Leo are just-“ He was cut off by a sudden thump against the roof of the car.

Will glanced up in shock, “What was that?”

“I don’t-“ Jason began, but before he could finish there was another thump and sharp claws pierced through the roof.

Will grit his teeth looking ahead, “Hold tight Jason, the rides about to get bumpy.”

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Bumpy was an understatement. The second Will swerved off the main road, the normal car ride transformed into a death trip. Each turn was so sharp Jason had to cling to whatever he could just so he wouldn’t be thrown across the car. He was convinced that any second now they’d go barreling into a tree. Yet, Will somehow maintained control, his driving was insane but also impressive.

In a particularly harsh turn, whatever had latched onto the car had gone flying off and when Jason turned to see he got a clear view of their attacker—well attackers. Rapidly approaching behind them was a small group of harpies, hellbent on turning them into bird food.

“Uh Will? You might want to speed up,” Jason said as he gripped his sword. There wasn’t much use for it in the small space but it was a good plan b.

“On it.” Will said, as his knuckles latched around the wheel turned white, they began to pick up speed making any movement of the car even more jarring.

Jason kept his eyes on the harpies which were still hot on their trail, “How do we lose these guys?”

“No clue,” Will spoke through clenched teeth. “Maybe you could blow them away?”

Jason perked up, for a moment he’d forgotten about the whole wind powers thing. “Good idea.” He spoke quickly before focusing on the wind beneath the harpies wings. With a slight twist they spiraled away, losing control of the air around them.

Will seemed to relax for a moment, but that was cut short by the cars suddenly sputtering to a slow stop. The extra speed and turbulence appeared to be too much for the old camp be vehicle. “Aw hades!” The look on Will’s face was of pure and utter frustration.

As soon as the car wasn’t moving, Will slung open his door storming over to the hood of the car. With a frown he threw it open and was promptly engulfed in smoke. Jason hurriedly rushed over to him, urging the winds to dispel the clouds of smoke.

As the smoke dissipated it revealed Will who stood there coughing and muttering a range of curses—some Jason had never heard before but he was sure they weren’t positive. “Of course this happens!” Will threw his hands up in defeat.

Jason winced, not sure how to comfort him.

“The one time I go out on an important quest, everything goes wrong!” Will spoke, his anger seemed more directed at himself than the circumstances.

“Every quest has setbacks,” Jason tried his best to sound optimistic.

“Maybe, but we left camp hours ago and we’re already stranded on the side of the road. Who knows what Nico and Leo are doing, and if we’re too late.” Will rambled on as he began to pace alongside the car.

“Will, things happen, I don’t see how this could be your fault.” Jason continued with his reasoning, but it was as if Will had heard nothing.

“What a great idea to send a medic on some important quest, like I could actually be a hero.” Will spoke directly to himself almost unaware of Jason’s presence.

“Will stop.” Jason took cautious hold of Will’s shoulders, a firm look on his face.

Realization passed across Will’s expression as he now understood how he’d been acting. “Sorry..” His voice was almost too quiet to hear.

“This is only a temporary setback, we’ll find away to get to them in time.” Jason spoke with every ounce of reassurance he could gather.

Will looked away, now focused on the dirt beneath his shoes. “Right, you’re right.”

Jason watched as Will seemed to shrink in on himself, embarrassed for showing a slight piece of his troubles. He felt a sense of similarity between himself and Will, he knew all too well the pain of hiding your true feelings.

It was the first time he saw Will not as this bubbly guy who was happy to do whatever whenever, but as someone who faced the same harsh world that met every demigod. Will knew loss, he knew more than he’d ever tell. He would never show that side of himself willingly. Instead, he let himself be portrayed as a calm reliable person with no struggles despite his constant turmoil. It didn’t feel fair.

At that moment Jason knew Will was a true hero, whether he believed it or not. He just had no idea how to prove it to him. What he did know, was that they had to succeed. Not just for Leo and Nico, but for everyone else, including themselves.

Part Seven?

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newkatzkafe2023 · 3 months

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What If demon Male ( Y/N ) have a personality like fluttershy ( from My little pony ).

Fluttershy love animals but scare of people plus super shy to the other people.

But when they angry is quite surprising cuz it's really rare to happen.

"So how well The Monkey king react"

I love my little pony my childhood!!!🤩🥰🤯

(Lmk Wukong) You were so adorable. He remember clear as day the first time you guys met. You were red as a cherry Holding A baby bunny in your arms. He quickly realized you were in a threat at all In fact he was like What he was seeing and wanted to know what what else you got. Every day he come to make his move with you. And every day you You would squeak and look like a cherry. You were also the kindest person Heck the kindest demon ever met. You are always worried about him and his injuries taking care of him and make a sure He eats and drink alot of water and tea. You were also very soft-spoken and always talks to him in a low tone. But you also know when to be firm with him. When he gets to reckless and that's when he'll listen to you sometimes. But 1 day MK and the rest got into a fight with some D. M star attacking the city again, but well, one of them almost stepped on Moe The cat iswhen you got involved

and you came and swinging Everybody's without there with jaws drop. Well , except for wukong , who had hearts in his eyes and dopey expression on his face He received severe brainstorming a way to repay you for protecting him, his successor and his friends, Although the way he's planning to do it won't be innocent at all. When you finally calm down and the demons were defeated. You apologize to everyone about your outbursts but MK and Mei We're astonished and fan girling all over the damn place with How awesome you were and how impressive your strength was. Later that day will come whispered something to you And And flew Off So flower fruit mountain what he said i'm leaving that up to you

(NR Wukong) Oh my gosh you're cuteness is what constantly turns him on. He remember the first time meeting you. You were so gentle with him and kindness seems to be your biggest quality. And he would find you around Taking care of the city's stray animals whether it'd be wrapping up their wounds or feeding them or sometimes just sitting on the curb and petting them. You are a very gentle soul But had the appearance of a gorilla who can snap Anyone like a twig. Man, he had to get you before somebody else. Does so he officially asked you out and that's when you're relationship began. And 1 day a bunch of thug demons were harassing some downtown people. But what pissed you off was the fact that they almost stepped on a rat While a reckless sweet bothering the children too that's when you Snapped and lost all your reason

Wow, everybody knows you really don't f*** around, do you? Especially with people's lives. And you may have forever captured the heart of a certain monkey King, who is having not so pure thoughts about you And whatever you're doing right now. He wonders if he can get you with that upset with him. You will destroy him like that in bed. When you finally calm down and make sure all of the kids and pets were all right , you went over to apologized to Wukong About ruining your outing together, but it appears. He was way into it more than you thought. And it's beckoning you to follow him home so you guys can Work off that excess Adrenaline.

(MKR Wukong) You got to be kidding him. The monk has sent him to find the most dangerous creature in this part of the forest And ask him for his aid in the journey. He Did not expect to find a Hulking figure that speaks Like a baby and freaks out at the smallest sounds. And despite your huge figure, you look like you couldn't even squish a bug without running for someone to go kill it for where are you. The monk is really pissing him off now. I mean he does that a lot but this, this is not fair. But Despite Wukong Not taking you seriously at all You are still kind and respectful to him. Always greeting him with a good morning or a how are you Or have a good day even as you pet whatever random forest animal You find or has come to you. I guess your manners won him over a little bit but he still doesn't think too much of you until one day The Monk got kidnapped by some demons again and Wukong Went Save him with you following him pursued as to offer support for Hurt. And hurt the heat was it was That your boyfriend got hurt but Almost named a poor squirrel that Got caught in the cross fire and that's when you snapped

Everybody watched beat the ass of every demon that disrespected you and your friend After a while you walked past the dead bodies of the demons who kidnap the monk and release him. You then reached your bloody hand towards the baby squirrel. That was caught in the cross fire. It was shaking and fear, but since that you were no threat. You picked it up and whispered towards it as you are finally coming back to your original Self. You turn To apologize to the Wukong To apologize for your outburst, but something was different about him. He was blushing, he was drooling a little bit and their was deep red hearts in his eyes. As he stared at you with a dark expression. You were worried That you may have scared him. But with the way he was purring now. I think you did the exact opposite as he pulled you by your shirt. Your uncontrolled fury had flipped a switch in his brain. And now he wants in on whatever you got.

(HIB Wukong) I feel he'll like your Personality. You are a lot more patient then he is that's for sure. And his Grouch moments doesn't seem to put you off if anything it motivates you to see what would make him feel better about the situations. So I guess he'll appreciate that. They also appreciate how you show Liuer How to be respectful and gentle to animals? And how you care very much for nature as well , and even provide for injured or Sick animals Until one day some stray demands were Hunting for animals and harassing the villagers When one of them almost hurt Silly Girl and a Butterfly That's when you snapped entirely you quickly grab silly girl and put her next to Liuer Before going absolutely insane on those demons.

Everybody's jaw dropped as they watched. You lay ways to all those demons that attacked the children and the animal. You finally calm down the second demons. Decided to run away from you and you went back to your shy soft-spoken self. As you apologize to everyone for your outburst. But everybody seemed to be cheering and impressed by your Unusual There was even a little mini party as a thanks for helping When everybody went home that's Wukong Approach you. And then he was making a bunch of very steamy promises as he pulls you towards Cave.

(Netflix Wukong) OMG You guys have the cutest relationship anybody what he has ever seen. Like it is so adorable that people wanna throw up and be envious what you guys have. You guys took forever to give a hug to the other with out Blushing on both ends, don't even get me started on the First Kiss. It is so painfully cute. Your kindness was a big advantage on winning him over and a listening ear for him when he's Having a bad day and do you appreciate when you offer cuddles to distress. You were always there to offer him comfortand he appreciates that , but one day you actually got to see the cause of his discomfort. Some demons Invaders were not taking him seriously at all in fact they were bullying him Engranted he was fighting the more but You yourself can hear his Stone Heart breaking from a bunch of miles from Here. And that's when you lost it

You had no problem striking the fear of God into those demons. I think some of them might be dead. But everybody saw what you can clearly do when provoked and enraged. The demons quickly retreat at knowing better than to try and stay and fight you. And everybody in the village stood there in shock Before breaking out into a cheer's and that's When you snapped out of it and turned back into your shy. Cherry soft spoken self Quickly apologizing for the outbursts to both the villagers. When you got back from the town square, you were ready to apologize to Wukong about your uncontrollable anger. Until he looked at you strangely. There was a blush on his face and hearts in his eyes ,He never seen you like that before, How savaged how unhinged how, How sexy. He wants a taste of that rage in your body and he's gonna get it now.

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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year

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Night Moves

AN: There's so little plot here it's astounding lmao. Based on a prompt from this list.

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You’re going to kill your neighbor. It’s 3 a.m. 3 a.m. on a Wednesday and this ass hole is blasting fucking Metallica.

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?)

Words: 5,030

Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x F!Reader

Warnings: pwp, cursing, kissing, alcohol consumption, p in v, oral sex (brief), fingering (brief), frottage, strangers to lovers/neighbors to lovers

AO3

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You’re going to kill your neighbor.

It’s 3 a.m. 3 a.m. on a Wednesday and this ass hole is blasting fucking Metallica.

You can hear every lyric through the thin walls of your apartment, every drumbeat, every guitar riff—everything. It’s so loud, it’s almost as if the band is actually there playing live in your living room.

You’d tried just ignoring it at first, hoping they’d get their rage or whatever out and would turn it off. After an hour, you’d tried banging on the wall, but they were either ignoring you or couldn’t hear over the din in their living room. It’s going on hour two now and you’ve had enough.

With a growl, you roll out of your bed, muttering angrily under your breath as you pad barefoot across the hardwood floors of your living room to your front door. After unlocking it, you wrench it open, slamming it shut behind you as you step out into the hall.

You stop short when you reach your neighbor’s door, trying to hold back your rage and go into this confrontation with at least a semi-level head. This’ll be your first time meeting them after all, and if you’re going to continue sharing a wall, it might be the best idea to not come out swinging right off the bat.

So you take a deep breath, willing your frayed nerves to calm as you lift your hand and knock on the door.

No response.

Your lips twist in annoyance. There is a possibility that they hadn’t heard the knock, just as they couldn’t hear you banging on the wall earlier, so you give them the benefit of the doubt. With a sigh, you lift your hand again, this time knocking with the side of your fist. The sound is louder this time, the bangs echoing down the hallway.

Nothing.

“That’s it,” you mutter, balling both of your hands into fists and bringing them down on the door, alternating your knocks so they’re constant.

It’s loud. So loud you’re likely to wake every neighbor on your floor, not just get the attention of this one, but you don’t care. You’re pissed and this jackass needs to know it. You continue banging, your hands starting to get sore from the constant contact with the hard surface of the door, when suddenly (blessedly) the music stops.

Your fists bang on the door one more time as the music cuts, your body tensing a little as you drop your arms back to your side, bracing yourself for the inevitable confrontation. Just as you’re wondering if this ass hole is even going to have the balls to face you, the door opens and—

Oh. Oh no.

There in front of you stands what has to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life. He’s a literal work of art, standing there framed in the doorway looking like one of those marble sculptures you’ve seen in museums come to life. His brown eyes are warm, but also a little guarded as they meet yours, one thick eyebrow raising in question.

It’s then that you remember to speak, blinking rapidly as if it’ll clear the heavenly image of him that’s likely been forever burned onto your retinas.

“Hi,” you offer finally, your throat suddenly dry.

The corner of his (perfect) mouth twitches a little as he slides his gaze down the length of you. Your skin heats and you’re not sure if it’s him or the embarrassment you’re feeling.

“Hi,” he rasps, eyes meeting yours again as he allows a smile to fully spread across his lips.

You’re staring again and you know he notices, amusement shining in his eyes.

“Something I can help you with?” he prompts, eyebrows raised as he leans his shoulder against the doorframe.

The question snaps your attention back to him and you mentally give yourself a shake. “I’m your neighbor.”

“Oh,” he responds, holding his hand out to you as he continues to gaze at you with amusement. “Nice to meet you, neighbor.”

Your eyes drop to his outstretched hand, gazing at it dumbly for a moment before you take it in yours to give it a shake. A jolt zips through you at the contact, heat flaring in your belly as you will your brain to imagine anything other than having his hands somewhere else on your body.

Jeez. You really need to get a hold of yourself.

“Right, so,” you begin weakly, your hand still loosely clasped in his. “It’s 3 a.m. and, uh, your music. It’s loud.”

His amusement fades instantly at your words and something inside you regrets ever uttering them.

“Oh shit,” he says, reflexively pulling his hand back and glancing at his watch, “I was unpacking and didn’t even realize the time. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you say automatically, even though it really isn’t.

He shakes his head, putting his hands up placatingly. “No, it isn’t. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Thanks,” you nod, crossing your arms over your chest as you shift a little awkwardly on your feet. “Well, uh, I’m gonna go then. Nice to meet you—”

“Santiago,” he offers, smile returning to his lips as he holds your gaze.

You give him your name as well, returning his smile with your own as you begin to drift back in the direction of your apartment.

“‘Night,” you mumble, sending him an awkward wave as you open your door and step back inside your apartment.

A soft ‘goodnight’ wafts down the hall in response, reaching your ears just before you close the door and you smile.

—

The next night, you can’t sleep. Why can’t you sleep? You should be exhausted after the day you’ve had, especially after only getting a few hours the night before thanks to your neighbor.

Your gorgeous neighbor.

Santiago, you remind yourself, chewing your lip as your brain immediately conjures up an image of him in that black t-shirt which was just a little too tight, his biceps bulging slightly as he’d crossed his arms over his broad chest. Your breath quickens as your imagination runs rampant with a seemingly endless stream of tantalizing images; Santiago in your living room, in your bedroom, in your bed, his tan skin slick with sweat, chest heaving, his hips snapping against yours as you moan into his neck—

A whine escapes into the darkness of your room and you freeze, eyes wide. You know no one else is there, that he’s not there, but you still can’t help but feel embarrassed. You don’t even know this guy, and here you are fantasizing about him fucking you into oblivion.

“Shit,” you mutter, shaking your head in an effort to clear it.

You swallow thickly, clenching your fingers in your sheets, fingers that itch to slip beneath the waistband of your underwear, to circle your clit, to plunge into your tight, wet channel—

“Fuck,” you groan, jolting up out of the bed.

You walk quickly to your kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet and filling it with water. You chug it, chest heaving as you fill it up again, this time forcing yourself to take sips. As you drink, you lean against the counter, eyes closing as your breathing slows.

When you feel your calm return, you set your cup by the sink and return to your room. You sigh as you slip between the sheets, pulling them up to your chin as you snuggle down into your pillow. Your mind is blessedly quiet as you close your eyes, the heaviness in your limbs now more pronounced than it was a moment ago. Just as you’re about to drift off, he’s there again, this time pressing you against your kitchen counter as he licks into your mouth, his hands on your hips—

“Fuck it,” you grumble tiredly, eyes still closed as you shift, slipping your hand inside your panties.

—

It’s Friday. TGIF, or whatever.

You’re just glad you don’t have to work this weekend; maybe you can catch up on the sleep you’ve missed out on the last two nights. Just as you’re contemplating making it an early night, you hear a knock at your door.

Confused, you shuffle over, lifting the cover over the peephole to look through it.

It’s him.

In your surprise, the cover slips from between your fingers and clatters against the door. You cringe, knowing that you now have no choice but to open the door. You look down at yourself, grumbling when you remember you’re wearing what has to be the most unsexy collection of clothing ever.

“You okay in there?” a muffled voice asks through the door.

Sighing, you hurriedly fasten a few of the buttons on your flannel overshirt, attempting to cover the worn tank top and shorts beneath. It’ll have to do.

You shake yourself in an effort to loosen up a little, and quickly unlock the door.

“Santiago, hi,” you say, perhaps a little too cheerfully, as you pull it open.

His smile makes your insides melt, dark eyes boring into yours. You lean against your doorframe, returning his smile as nonchalantly as you can manage.

“This isn’t a bad time, is it?” he asks, gaze flicking briefly behind you, as if looking to see if someone else is there.

You shrug, shaking your head. “No, not at all. What’s up?”

His eyes snap back to yours and he holds up a bottle of whiskey you hadn’t noticed was in his hand. “It’s a ‘welcome to the building’ gift from a guy down the hall. Wanna help me drink it?”

You hesitate, not wanting to embarrass yourself any more than you already have.

“If nothing else, I figured it might kind of help make up for keeping you up the other night,” he adds, his smile sincere.

Panic slices through you at his words before you realize he means the loud music and not…your thoughts about him. Obviously, ugh.

“Sounds great,” you squeak, stepping aside to let him in. “Sorry about the mess.”

He waves you off, stepping over the threshold and waiting as you close and lock the door behind him. When you turn, you find that he’s closer than you anticipated, so close you can smell him, feel the heat of him even through the flannel.

God, you are so fucked.

“Kitchen,” you say, wondering when your voice got so fucking breathy. “That’s—the glasses are in the kitchen.”

His gaze locks with yours, a heat simmering in his eyes as he smiles. “Lead the way.”

You turn away, swallowing thickly as you try to regain your bearings. You guide him in the direction of the kitchen, mentally giving yourself a pep talk with every step.

“You can have a seat if you want,” you offer, gesturing toward your kitchen table.

He shakes his head though, opting to lean against the counter instead. “I’m good, been sitting all day.”

You hum, pulling open the cabinet and grabbing a couple of glasses. “Desk jockey?”

His sniffed laugh makes you smile as you close the cabinet door and turn to face him again.

“More or less,” he says vaguely, a gentle smile on his lips. “How about you?”

You tell him what you do for a living as you make your way back over to him with the glasses. He nods, watching as you pull the bottle to you across the countertop.

“May I?”

“Have at it,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

The action causes his lean muscles to strain against the material of his shirt. Your gaze lingers there for longer than it should as you absently work to pull the cork from the bottle. Eventually, it comes out, a satisfying pop echoing through the room. You pour a little in each glass, the amber liquid swirling a little before settling at the bottom.

“Ice?” you ask, holding one of the glasses up.

You hold the glass out to him when he shakes his head, his fingers grazing yours as he takes it.

“Salud,” he says, his eyes locked with yours as he tips back the glass.

You raise your own glass in agreement, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. It’s warm and rich as it slides down your throat. You hum at the sensation, closing your eyes briefly in contentment, the oaky flavor making your taste buds sing.

“Good?” he rasps, his breath puffing against your cheek.

You open your eyes, lashes fluttering; goddamn it, why was he so pretty?

“Mhmm,” you respond, not confident your mouth would be capable of forming words right now.

He steps in closer, reaching past you and pulling the bottle toward him, his arm brushing against your side.

“Want more?” he asks softly, eyes locked with yours as he holds up the bottle.

You can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s not just talking about the whiskey and it sends a shiver down your spine. You nod, sliding your glass toward him. He looks away to fill it and you force yourself to take a breath.

“Thanks,” you say as he offers the glass back to you

He nods, leaning his hip against the side of the counter. “So, how long have you been in this building?”

Grateful for a benign topic to ease some of the tension, you smile. “About two years.”

“You like it?”

You shrug, swirling the liquid around your glass. “It’s a place to live.”

He chuckles and the sound makes something warm unfurl in your chest.

“How are you liking it so far?” you ask, stealing another sip of your drink.

“It’s a place to live,” he responds, raising a teasing brow at you.

You roll your eyes. “Come on.”

He smiles, shrugging as he drains the rest of his drink. “It’s alright. Most people seem decent so far.”

You sniff, taking another swig from your glass. “Don’t let them fool you.”

Santiago sets his glass down, his arm braced against the counter as he leans toward you. “So who should I steer clear of then?”

“Well,” You sigh, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in contemplation. “Mrs. Sacks in 5B for one, she’s a gossipy bitch; Jay in 2C for another—”

His eyes flick up to yours from where they’re staring at your mouth. “2C? Really? He’s the one who gave me the whiskey.”

“Yeah well, he’s an ass hole,” you grunt, throwing your head back a bit as you drain your glass.

After studying you quietly for a moment he asks, “Ex?”

“Please,” you scoff, setting your glass on the counter. “Want another?”

He nods, eyes roving your face as you pour more liquid into his waiting glass.

“And what about you?” he asks as you raise your refilled glass to your lips.

Brow furrowed, you ask, “What about me?”

“If I asked Mrs. Sacks about you, what would she say?”

You chuckle, twisting your lips in thought. “Honestly? Probably that I’m too loud.”

His eyes darken a little, a shiver running up your spine. “Yeah? And how would she know?”

“Well, we do share a wall,” you say, swallowing thickly.

Santiago leans in closer, his voice low when he asks, “Which one?”

He knows the answer, he must since you only have two neighbors with whom you share a wall, one of which is him. Nevertheless, you respond.

“That one,” you whisper, pointing toward your bedroom.

His eyes briefly flick in the direction you’re pointing before returning to yours, humming contemplatively.

“Wanna give her something to talk about?” he asks, leaning in close, his breath mixing with yours.

You nod, breath catching as he cages you against the counter between his arms, his body pressing against the length of you. He holds your gaze for a moment, giving you a chance to push him away, breath fanning across your cheek as he hovers. Then he leans in slowly, his nose nudging yours before he tilts his head just enough to meet your lips. They’re warm as they press against yours, stealing the air from your lungs with every soft caress. He licks into your mouth with a hum, one of his hands coming up to cradle your face. He tastes like the whiskey you were just drinking, and something else, something richer, something him. You want more, can’t get enough as you push your tongue between his lips. He groans into your mouth as you taste him, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his t-shirt, holding his body against yours.

When air becomes a necessity, he breaks, trailing his lips down over your chin to mouth at your neck. His hand follows, ghosting over your chest down to the buttons of the overshirt you’d hastily fastened before you’d let him inside. He nips at your collar bone, tongue laving at the base of your neck as he undoes them, his hand slipping inside to settle on your waist. You breathe his name as he sucks a mark into your skin, fingers winding themselves into his hair. You tug at the graying strands, his groan vibrating against your chest before you pull him back up, reattaching your mouth to his.

The kiss is messy and frantic this time, your lips catching on any patch of skin they can reach. You suck on his tongue when he slips it into your mouth again and he groans, his hands reaching up to push the flannel overshirt from your shoulders. His fingers drag lightly over every inch of skin revealed to him, raising goosebumps all over your body. Your hands are everywhere; moving up his arms to his neck, down his back, clutching his plump ass through his jeans—

When your hands snake beneath his shirt, he growls against your lips, lifting you up to sit on the edge of the counter. He fits his body between your legs, hands skating up the outside of your thighs and slipping his fingers beneath the hem of your shorts. You gasp, scooting closer to the edge, to him, encouraging his touch. He groans as you pull him flush against you, wrapping your legs around his torso as you continue to attack each other’s mouths.

You feel hot, like you’re burning up from the inside, like you’re going to explode into a ball of fire any minute now. His fingers tease you, dragging along the seams of your panties, tickling the sensitive skin there, but never slipping underneath. You grind yourself against his abdomen, desperate for relief, and moan into his mouth when he presses his thumb to your clit through your shorts, the fabric of your panties creating a delicious friction. He kisses down your neck again, worrying a mark at the base of your jaw before soothing it with his warm, wet tongue. Your fingers slip back into his hair, holding his face against you as you continue to absently grind against him.

“Bedroom?” he breathes, bringing his mouth back to yours.

“Please,” you plead, locking your feet together at his lower back as he lifts you from the counter.

He grunts as he walks, mumbling something about his knees. You’re not sure if he trips, or if his knees are really just that bad, but the next thing you know, you’re on the couch, your legs on either side of his torso. His hands are on your hips, encouraging you to grind down onto his lap. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans and it makes you shiver with anticipation. The friction is delicious, better than anything you’ve ever felt. You’re not sure if it’s just been a while or if Santiago is just that good, but at the moment, you don’t really care. You feel his hands slip beneath your tank top as you shift, surprising yourself with a moan as the zipper of his pants catches against your clit perfectly.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbles, pushing your shirt up and pulling it over your head as you continue to undulate in his lap. “Take what you need.”

He leans forward, mouthing at the swell of your breasts, groaning against your chest as you chase your release. You’re so close, can feel the heat pooling in your belly, the fire spreading beneath your skin. When he pulls the cups of your bra down and takes your nipple in his warm, wet mouth, you come with a gasp, hips stuttering against him as you try in vain to prolong the euphoria. Santiago groans as you continue to grind against him, your nipple still between his lips. You cup the back of his head, encouraging him to keep going as you slow your pace, breath shaky as you come down from your high.

“Fuck, you are incredible,” he praises before languidly swirling his tongue around your neglected nipple.

You moan, heat flaring across your skin at his words; you’re already drunk on him and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“Look gorgeous when you come,” he continues, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbs teasing their peaks. “Can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.”

You whimper at his words, leaning over to capture his lips again in a slow, sensual kiss.

“You can’t wait either can you, hermosa,” he pants against your lips, unable to keep quiet, it seems, even when you’re kissing him. “Bet you’d let me fuck you right here on this couch, wouldn’t you?”

A moan escapes you at the mental image your brain conjures at his words and he smirks. “Another time, I promise.”

You silence him with your tongue, slipping it into his mouth again with a hum. He groans, his fingers fumbling behind you to unclasp your bra. Once you’re free, he tosses it away, hands roaming unimpeded across the expanse of your back, fingers soothing the indentations left behind by the garment.

He takes you in his arms again, standing to his feet, your legs wrapped around his hips. You make it to the bedroom this time, and he lays you out beneath him, pressing you into the bed as he covers your neck and chest with licks and kisses. You whine when he begins to pull away, your arms wrapping around his neck to keep him on top of you. He chuckles, gently unwinding your arms before leaning in to press a soft, reassuring kiss against your lips.

He crawls back down your body and off the bed, and it’s then that you realize he’s still completely clothed. He pulls his shirt off first, revealing his toned chest to your gaze, then toes off his shoes and unbuckles his belt. You chew your lip as you watch him, eyes devouring every inch that’s revealed to you. He shucks his pants next, letting them drop to the floor unceremoniously and stepping out of them. His boxers are last, but he drags it out, a teasing smile on his lips. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, and suddenly you want nothing more than to take him between your lips and make him come down your throat.

Another time, perhaps.

He crawls back onto the bed, stopping at your torso to place a kiss against your belly. His fingers find the waistbands of your shorts and panties, and you lift your hips as he pulls them down your legs. After tossing the rest of your clothes onto the floor, he pushes open your thighs, settling himself between them. You bite your lip as he drags the pads of his fingers through your soaked slit, gazing at you with a knowing smirk as he circles your clit. You moan when he dips them inside, stretching you, massaging your inner walls. He can’t seem to help it when he leans forward, lightly licking at you with the tip of his tongue. He hums at the taste of you, licking his lips as he pulls away, his fingers soaked from your cunt.

He moves back up your body, his wet fingers settling on your hip as he claims your mouth once more. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, grabbing at him, trying to bring him closer somehow. His cock slips between the lips of your sex and he grinds it against your clit, dragging another moan from you. He keeps kissing you, smiling against your mouth as he continues driving you up the wall with pleasure. But it’s not enough for you to come, and by the time he’s telling you to get on your stomach for him, you’re more than eager to comply.

“You ready for me, querida?” he rasps, breath fanning against your ear as he presses himself against your back.

“Yes,” you moan, pushing your hips up off of the bed, the tip of his cock bumping against your center.

He hums, pulling back a little to situate himself, and when he enters you, he does it slowly, hissing as you engulf him in your tight heat. You press your face into the bedspread, moaning as he pushes his thick cock into you, stretching you, your fingers clenching into fists at the delicious burn; you’re so full, and every inch of him feels exquisite.

He grips your hips, calloused fingers digging into your skin as he pulls back, dragging his length slowly against your sensitive walls. He groans when you flutter around him, your body still acclimating to his girth. You whimper when he snaps his hips back into yours, the tip of his cock just hitting your cervix. He pulls back again, almost all the way out, before slamming into you again, this time adjusting the angle slightly. He does it again, and again, each time hitting a different spot inside you, as if searching for something specific, something special.

When he finds it, you gasp, your back bowing as his cock hits a spot inside you that makes you see stars. You clench around him and he groans, hands gripping your hips like a vice.

“You feel so good,” he groans again, his hips snapping hard against yours. “So good.”

You can’t do much more than moan in agreement, the pleasure coursing through you almost overwhelming. He hunches over you, chest pressed against your back as he speeds up his thrusts, his cock still brushing that special spot.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he rasps, his breath hot against your ear.

You moan again, your walls fluttering around him as his pace starts to falter.

“So tight, so warm, fuck,” he slurs, slamming into you harder, burying his face in the back of your neck. “Wanna feel you squeeze me.

Callused fingertips brush your clit a moment later and you gasp, a shiver wracking your body.

“Santi,” you plead, grinding yourself against his fingers. “Please, I’m so close.”

“I’ve got you, hermosa,” he whispers, pinching your clit and dragging another moan from you. “Let go for me.”

At his words, you come with a choked moan, relief and pleasure rolling through your body in waves.

“Oh, good girl,” Santiago groans, fucking you through your orgasm, his thrusts sloppy as he nears his own peak. “So fucking good.”

You shiver a little as your pleasure subsides, brain still buzzing when you feel him pull out of you, moaning as he spills himself on your lower back. His seed is warm and sticky on your skin and you hum, relishing the feel of it. He’s still panting behind you, trying to catch his breath as his fingers brush soothingly over your skin, smearing his cum. After a moment, he leans in, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, and your chest aches a little at the unexpected sweetness of it.

“You okay?” he asks, breath tickling your ear as he hooks his chin over your shoulder.

“Mhmm,” you hum, stretching a little, your body feeling pleasantly loose.

He mumbles something that sounds like ‘good’ before pressing another kiss into your neck. Then he pulls away, the bed shifting as he stands to his feet. You steal a glance over your shoulder, dread settling in your belly—Where was he going? He wasn’t leaving, was he? A moment later, he returns, washcloth in hand, and you relax, your panic draining away as he meets your gaze with a smile.

An hour or so later, you’re both in the kitchen again, sitting side-by-side on the counter laughing, half-eaten takeout containers strewn around you.

“So then he says, ‘no, it’s European,” Santi says, chuckling as you double-over with laughter.

“No way, he did not,” you laugh, hand covering your mouth.

Santiago nods, an amused smile on his lips as he swallows another mouthful of whiskey. “He did.”

“Shit,” you chuckle, leaning back on your hands as you shake your head. “What an ass hole.”

He hums, eyeing you appreciatively as he sets his glass back on the counter. You’re naked beneath the overshirt currently slipping down your shoulder, only a few buttons and some flannel between you and his hands, his lips, his tongue, and he’s looking at you like you're the dessert table at a buffet. You chew your lip, heat already pooling again in your belly.

Guess once wasn’t enough.

“So…neighbor,” he begins, his eyes teasing as he drags his tongue over his bottom lip. “Have I done enough to earn your forgiveness for the other night?”

You bite back a smile, tapping your chin as you pretend to contemplate his question. “You know, I’m not sure.”

He raises a playful eyebrow before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “How about now?”

You humming, scrunching up your nose in thought. “Still inconclusive.”

He grunts, capturing your lips again, this time in a deep, languid kiss. His hand skates up your bare thigh and you moan, tangling your fingers in his curls. He pulls back after a moment, raising his eyebrows at you expectantly.

“I guess, you’ll just have to keep trying,” you tease, biting back a smile when he growls, leaning back in to claim your mouth once more, the hand on your thigh finally slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

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theaceofonepiece · 8 months

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Could I have a draken and baji with a unhinged reader

The letters E M F

I actually liked writing for this one. Kinda gives me warm fuzzies! Okay let's get into it!

Equal: In public, at first glance, or even to the founders, you are in charge. However, it's those rare moments when he shows you that you have only as much power as he gives you. Your personality is not an excuse, so he says. He can and will put you in your place, whether or not you're around people. He is NOT above embarrassing you whenever you act like a child. Most of the time, he finds your embarrassment kind of funny, however he has a system in place so you know not to try him. A tap to his ear is a warning, two taps to the nose is the last chance before he's beckoning you to his side.

Fight: It's rare that you actually fight. While you snap at each other occasionally, Draken will let you do this. Most of the time, he's shutting you down to the point you either walk away or he just reminds you of how dumb whatever you're planning is. However, on the rare chance you don't back down, Draken will simply stop talking. He will ignore what you say until it gets out of control until he speaks. Then he'll state his side of the argument. He will outright ignore you until you apologize. Nothing but silent treatment and everyone wondering how you messed up. He’s 50/50 would or would not forgive you. Insult his upbringing and he will not forget that you did it until you apologize to the girls first. This situation will make things awkward for a long while.

Marriage: Draken wants to get married but doesn’t know how to approach the general subject. He’s scared about not being a good enough husband, especially since his own mother left him. However when he relaxes around you, he thinks he’s okay with it. The proposal was actually not a complete proposal. It was him being so annoyed and beyond done with you. You were being…well…you and you managed to make him so unbearably annoyed that he accidentally sighed outloud. “I can’t believe I wanna marry someone like you.” You were teasing him uncontrollably after that. Marriage with him your dream and his nightmare. Even though you mellowed out with age, he’s constantly dealing with your unfiltered mouth. He actually has debated on duck tapping your mouth or sewing it shut permanently. But on your end, most of things have yet to change. He still holds you back, still had to be your rock, it’s just that now he actively praises you for restraining yourself. Your marriage is like a road trip where the Wi-Fi and satellite keeps glitching out. A good drive that periodically pisses you off but you enjoy each others company way more than you think.

Equal: You’re two unhinged braincells. Actually, none of you are in charge of the relationship. Literally, you cancel each other out too much for either of you to do much to be dominant. When Baji snaps at you, you clap back. Can and will go on for hours. Chifuyu tries but can’t so Kazutora is the dominant one. They both intervene on you two before you and Baji decide it’s ass kicking time.

Fight: Fights are so common that they’re rare. When they do happen, you’re both pouting until Baji suggests taking out your anger on someone thing better. It’s while you both are causing absolutely chaos, that he says that you were out of line or that he was. Before you can object, he’s smiling like an idiot and saying you both have some growing up to do. When it comes to forgiving, he usually doesn’t have to. Baji doesn’t hold a grudge until you insult Toman, Chifuyu, Kazutora, or his mom. At the last one, you’re not allowed in his life anymore.

Marriage: Literally never thought about until the day you suggest lighting something on fire. When you start REALLY acting out and being crazy with him, he feels as though he can spend forever with you just because you’re the definition of fun. The proposal was so stupid and crazy that no one can predict it. He’ll light a yard on fire that spells out the words, then the house will catch fire so he has to run you out of the house so you don’t die. All the while, he’s panicking about losing you but you’re just laughing and wanting to know what’s going on. Once outside, Toman would all laugh but then expose what he was trying to do so you just bust out laughing and kiss the overly embarrassed Baji and accept the proposal. You scold him for the first time ever as you wish to start your life now. Married life is like dating life but somehow, worse. Chifuyu is growing gray hairs and Kazutora is having war flashbacks. As you grow with each other, you become to brains of the relationship as Baji learns more and more how to be a house husband. On the emotional side, Baji grows much more softer and when you have an anniversary, it becomes your chaotic night adventures.

#baji x reader #tokyo rev fluff #baji x you #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke #baji keisuke x reader #baji headcanons #tokyo revengers #draken fluff #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #draken x you

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cinematicnomad · 2 months

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several sentences sunday

tagged by @mellaithwen 🥰 i am forever idly working on a derek POV companion fic for taste your beating heart. right now it's only about 6k long and i've made it to...oh, the end of chapter 1 from the original fic? but i envision this as a shorter fic, maybe 30k tops. so have a scene from near the start when derek and stiles first speak:

“No?” Stiles sneered. “Is this a pattern of the Hales, big guy? Tell me something, Derek—is Cora going to come after you only to find your body in pieces? Why are you here?”

Derek lunged at him, a little wild, his fangs dropping fast as he shoved Stiles up against the wall. He did his best not to press as hard as he wanted, not to dig his claws into the tender give of Stiles’ flesh. He wanted to though—God, he wanted to so badly. His shift itched at the back of his eyes.

It would be easy to hurt Stiles. Derek wouldn’t have to try hard, he’d simply have to let himself press a little harder. Here was the boy who had desecrated Laura’s grave, who’d mocked Derek’s grief, and was best friends with the wolf who forced him to bite an Argent.

But that wasn’t all Stiles was, wasn’t all he’d done over the course of the years they’d known each other. Distantly, he recalled the comforting weight of Stiles’ hand on his shoulder as he kneeled in two inches of water and cradled Boyd’s lifeless body in his arms. It hadn’t been much—couldn’t turn back time or save Boyd’s life—but it had been more kindness than Derek had come to expect from life. Certainly more than he’d come to expect from anyone in Beacon Hills.

He forced himself to breathe evenly.

“I don’t think you have any right to talk about my family and bodies in pieces,” he said, his throat tight around the grief that choked him. “Or did you conveniently forget how you dug up my sister and had me arrested for her murder?”

A person with a stronger sense of self-preservation might cow in the face of a pissed off werewolf. Not Stiles though. Never Stiles. His lips curled back to expose his own snarl as he said, “I think I can say whatever the fuck I want when you’re staying in my house and endangering me and my dad.”

The anger drained from Derek then.

Stiles pushed off the wall and slipped out of Derek’s hold easily. His lips were still moving but Derek couldn’t hear him above the roar in his head. He didn’t want to be here—in this God forsaken town or this home—didn’t want to be a threat to whatever delicate balance of safety Stiles had carved out for himself and his father.

He was only planning on staying as long as was polite before he begged off in a few days. Derek was here for the sole reason that Scott had insisted and he was the Alpha. And he couldn’t say no to him. Not really.

But there was no reason to force more intimacy than was necessary. He didn’t need to make friends with Stiles or burden him with his presence. Didn’t even really need to make conversation with him, either. And so he swiped his duffel bag off the floor where he’d dropped it and made his way upstairs. It didn’t matter what Stiles thought of him. He was here for one purpose: to figure out what had called him back to Beacon Hills.

Once he sorted it out he could leave again. For good, this time.

tagging: whoever wants to do this tbh

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localcanadiancryptid22 · 3 months

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(i've been waiting forever to do this ahahahahahahahaha). Author's notes: The radcliffemobile is remy's car,it's a red truck car with many seats. Edit: Added the series title,and the chapter title n' number. And the "the radcliffes series" tag.

The radcliffes series

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙: Japan flights and dragon bites

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The entire radcliffe family are getting chased by a golden dragon while they're riding the radcliffemobile on a steep mountain,remy is driving and mars is desperately holding onto the car seat as the family is going through the rocky mountain road. The golden dragon then bites the back of the car off which causes the kids at the back to almost get flinged off but they quickly hold onto the seats in front of them before they do. "How the hell did this happen?!." remy yells to mars while still driving like his life depended on it,because it does. "Well SOMEONE decided to touch a statue that very clearly said 'do not touch' and look where it got us!." mars replies as they make a face of disappointment from remy's stupid decision. Remy then swerves to a different part of the mountain trail and opens his mouth to speak. "I didn't know that it was a MAGIC statue!." remy remarks to mars. "Whatever we'll talk about this later just keep driving or else we're all gonna die!." mars exclaims to remy and then they scream from the golden dragon almost biting them but then sigh in relief after it doesn't. The family keep riding along the mountain in hopes that the dragon would eventually stop,but it never did and it's been four hours since they started driving away from it. "What the fuck does the damn giant lizard want anyway?!." momo asks remy,annoyed that everyone is getting chased by a dragon instead of enjoying their family trip in japan. "I don't know but maybe we woke it up and now it's pissed!- AAAHHHHH!." remy screams along with everyone else as the car falls into a cliff while the family is still inside. The car suffers various forms of damage from the fall such a broken roof shattered windows and missing tires but the family luckily survives despite their car being absolutely wrecked. The golden dragon then proceeds to corner the family after it catches up to them with everyone shaking from fear. "P-Please don't eat us. We just wanted to have a fun family trip." rocket says while crying and sweating profusely. The dragon then sits down in front of the family and opens it's mouth to speak. "Eat you all?. No no no no that's not what i was going to do." the dragon says to the family. "Wait really?. Then why were you chasing us?." jojo asks the dragon. "Well after your father woke me up from my well deserved slumber,i saw that he left an orange cat plushie beside my leg so i decided to run after your family car to give it back. It's been hiding underneath my tongue the whole time. Also where are my manners?,my name is aurelius,nice to meet you all." aurelius the golden dragon says to the family as he grabs the the orange cat plushie from his tongue which he gives to remy who gives it to fox as it's her plushie. "Thank you aurelius. I'm glad that you're not pissed from me waking you up and that it's all just a misunderstanding since you were chasing us to give cunning back to fox." remy says to aurelius. "You're welcome and don't worry i was just annoyed about that. Well i shall take my leave,goodbye radcliffes." aurelius the dragon says to the family as he flies away to his place in the center of tokyo. Rocket fox mars as well as the others wave goodbye to the dragon as they all feel a wave of relief wash over them from knowing that the dragon wasn't trying to kill them. Remy then looks at the car and then he yells at aurelius,pointing at the shattered car which aurelius realizes is still broken and so he offers to let everyone ride on his back in order to get back to yokohama,everyone gets on aurelius' back and then the dragon flies them to yokohama,with everyone bidding the dragon a final farewell upon reaching their destination. 'What a fascinating turn of events.' remy thinks to himself as he enters a gift shop along with his family.

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Hiiii, can I order some Yandere! DBD Nemesis??? Like I think it would be cool for him to be a yandere, and I don't see a lot of that out there.

I got you my friend!

Yandere Nemesis hcs

Nemesis is an aggressive, obsessive, possessive yandere

When he first met you at a trial he stopped in his tracks. You were beautiful/handsome.

During the trial he would watch you. He saw how altruistic you are. Everytime he hit or hooked a surviver you were always the first person to unhook them and heal them

You also took so many protective hits. But lucky for you he didn't hook you. All he did was watch you crawl or run away.

Once he snapped to his senses he killed off all the survivers but you. He had kept an eye on you the whole game so he found you easily. Once he did he grabbed you and took you to hatch.

And to your surprise he let you leave hatch. You looked behind you before going in and saw him tilt his head and raise his hand goodbye.

When you got back to survivor camp you saw Nemesis standing behind the barrier staring at you. Which freaked everyone out. But you all tried to ignore him.

Whenever he saw someone flirting with you or teasing you he will be pissed and make it shown.

One day after a harrowing trial one of the boys was teasing you which Nemesis did not approve of. All of a sudden you heard a banging. Everyone turned to the barrier to see Nemesis pounding on it and staring everyone down. You swore if he could break the barrier he would and kill almost everything on sight. Except for you of course

Every trial you have with him he leaves you alive. Which starts to make a bit of tension with certain survivors.

At his trials if you drop something he'll keep it and sorta make a shrine for you. Nemesis will also use Ghostface's camera with out him knowing and take photos of you

Soon Nemesis gets aggressive and tired of only being with you at trials. Because even at trials he is distracted killing your friends.

The entity will notice this and use it to their advantage

"Kill as more survivors and you'll get what you desire"

Knowing this, Nemesis will be way waaaay more brutal in trials now. He is even bringing moris every trial now

Eventually Nemesis will have killed enough to finally get to keep you. Forever.

You wake up to the mist taking you to a trial. But once you enter it you're in a new map. You just carry on though and look for generators and your friends.

You've been looking for what feels like forever and haven't found anything. Soon a zombie catches you and you freeze. Now you know who your trapped with. Then you heard stomping foot steps. All of a sudden you were yanked into Nemesis's arms by his tenticle

Once he has you he is never letting you go.

He'll care for you and treat you like royalty. Just be good for him

He loves to hold you and kiss you which is mighty weird for you. It makes him happy that you're so small and fit perfectly for him dude definitely has a size kink

He always takes you with him. Even if its just to the kitchen. He hates leaving you and not having you in his sight. So he carries you around like a rag doll basically

He loves to spoil you with whatever he can. So the entity will also use this to their advantage

The more Nemesis kills, the more you get to be spoiled if you've been good.

But if you decide to misbehave he will punish you. His punishments depends on what you did. Tried to escape then he'll lock you in a room and scare you but breaking things around you and throwing things right next to your head.

He can't speak but his actions towards you speak louder than words

When Nemesis has to leave for trials he will leave you with a couple of zombies to keep watch

He is kinda a better yandere to have. Just don't piss him off.

And remember no matter what you do or say. He will always love you and keep you with him.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanon #yandere male #yandere #yandere dbd #yandere nemesis #yandere resident evil #Nemeis #dead by daylight #dbd nemesis #Lyssa's hcs #Miss Blue writing #Ask Lyssa

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vamqyr3 · 1 year

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↳ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY, KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK // CUCKY. ⨳

CW// CUCKOLD, NAME CALLING, MEAN GHOST, CHOKING, RESTRAINTS, OVERSTIMULATION, DEGRADATION, FEM!READER, DENIAL, SPIT, ECT.

NOTES// originally it was Soap, but I love Gaz so idrc. (Strap in, this one’s long, but it’s good, it took forever to write at least, I hope it’s good)

He’s crude, overbearing, crusted in self indulgence and salted with ego. All that confidence the mask gives him goes straight to the groin. Such an illusive man, glacial and cold cut. You almost felt bad for all the brunettes he’s lazily bagged. Capping off a night of 141 victory, drink and comradely with a half-assed bar fuck not even Soap would dare to degrade himself too. You almost felt bad, almost.

The untouchable ghost, it excited you just to share a room with the mythical mammoth, and Gaz hated it. He hated the flirting, the way he weaponized his strength and size. His morally grey proposition, cynical stare and sharp tongue. But more importantly the smiling, he hated the smiling. The school girl giggles that bubbled out sitting next to him at a bar top. Like Ghost could ever compare to him. Whatever it was, Gaz needed this pissing contest to draw its final match. Ghost can’t compare, but he would love to see him try.

He’s made some joke about a fish and a tank, never mind that your watching the shifts in light and cloth his mask makes mocking his lips. Laswell’s no doubt speaking in tongue with Price somewhere to the back of you two. Soap followed something moving in the way a woman does to a corner you don’t want to find. And while there’s some lesson there to be had about trust and stranger safety, you’re more vexed with the weight of Gaz’s eyes in your spine.

He’s no better a man to get jealous, but nonetheless Ghost is your teammate, you’re just being nice is all. How nice of you to entertain Ghost a while and leave the freaks of the bar aside.

“See, I would laugh but I’m afraid to make any sudden movements, Gaz back there’s trying to explode my mind,”

“Hurt you? He would never,”

“M’ not worried about me big guy,”

He’s moving his shoulders in some way that resembles a laugh, now looking at the glass bottles to the wall of the bar. There’s some static pull soaking into the click of your joints, alcohol greasing down the joints. He throws the last bit of his drink down and turns back to you, tension fermenting in the cracks of your skin.

For a while he says nothing, arm on the bar facing you in a black hood, he looks from you to the floor aside the bar then back to you. He’s waiting, thinking, weighing just how much he’s willing to pay for the action he so desperately wants to take.

Ghost shoots his chin to the back rooms, turns and leaves without looking back, you follow. Never mind Gaz.

He’s leading you past the entrance, dodging around the set of bathrooms to an empty storage room and turning to meet you face to face. Another set of footsteps follow behind yours. But the door closes fast behind, the light is quick to fade to black and Ghost is quick to to butt into you.

At some point in the dark the balaclava was pushed past to his nose, that much you could tell from the skin that met yours. Your fingers are carding through polyester fabrics, feeling up the man before you. Gaz would be furious if he saw, but he can’t, shit, even you can’t see. He’s making quick work of your inhibitions, every nudge of heat sends about another thought to hell. Ghost just got confused, ran into the wrong room and bumped into you trying to leave, promise. That’s all this is.

Who knew the mystery of a man to be so breathy? Who knew him to be so hunched and strained, leaving exasperated bites into your clothes, a dull ache in every bit of skin. The gape in your mouth is holding back hushed words, hoping the knock of your skull and door isn’t audible. He must’ve gotten lost, mistaken you for someone else, it’s easy for accidents like that to happen in the dark.

“Hello?”

His head snaps from the hush of your neck, looking to the door and quieting, a stalemate begins. No one dares move, a deer caught in headlights. Not a soul could’ve caught the two of you, the bar’s empty, secure enough for Laswell to talk shop freely. Music occupied the empty space between bodies.

The thing from outside is knocking, the hits connect on the back of your skull.

“Occupied mate,”

“Yeah, I know that, cunt, unlock the fuckin’ door,” Gaz is trying the handle, Ghost watches. He’s speaking through his gums, biting back on his anger and throwing himself into the door. “I swear to god bitch when I get this door open,”

“You’ll what? Huh? Last time I checked m’ the one in here,”

Gaz goes silent, standing behind the door, wordless. Ghost could never compete, but Gaz would love to see him try. He’s back at it, dipping back down into your neck, you get more vocal, hoping the audience outside would be throughly entertained.

“Babe,”

“Shut up Gaz,” you snap back a response, caring only for the man in front of you. The lower half of your spines curving back, twitching about in Ghosts hold as he’s smoothing a hand over the raw plush of your torso. Grabbing the meaty bit of it and rolling it in his hand. He’s groaning into your skin, rubbing his face over it, pressing his other palm into the connecting door and moving into you. You would love to see Ghost try too.

“Nothing to say, Gaz? Fuck, baby if he could see you right now,”

A smile goes unnoticed in the dark, you’re fisting handfuls of his collar urging him impossibly closer. He parts a divide in your leg with his thigh resting the end of it to the door. He’s a giant, manhandling you at will, at any point he could’ve snapped you in half without a second thought, but he hasn’t. A colder grasp now palms you over, the older one snaking lower to pull the bit of cloth around your hips down. Your skin welts under the friction and you roll into the brush.

He’s holding the waistband back and using the front of his hand to rub you over. Glazing over the skin that’s dribbled out, lazily handling your upper half. You’d wish he’d do more, free his cock and start getting off atop you, refusing your release. Tell Gaz how good of a fuck you were, call him names and screw you so good you’ll never want your man again. If you try hard enough you can hear Gaz breathing from behind the door, softer than yours. Ghost latches to your hips, steps back and motions his temple to the floor.

“On the floor,”

You slip down the door, the ends of your shirt gathering on the small of your back. You can hear Gaz following, resting on his knees, the shell of his ear and peachy palms on the opposing side. Ghost is back to rubbing, his hand tenting the clothing. Your face pleads words unspoken, brows making crude ditches along the lush underglaze of your head. Dribbles of spit smear down the cracks of your lip, you bite back in hopes to make it stop. You meet is touch into your meaty under half.

“Come on, baby tell him how good I’m fuckin’ you,”

Your mouth gapes open in hopes to answer, tongue lying flat to make way for sound. But he’s striking the air out, forcing way around your thick neck. Lumps and hiccups of words go off, Gaz presses farther to the door. You’re flailing under him, coughing and thrashing, tears and spotty sludge glissade down. Ghost dips down, elbow angling and licks at the stuff of your chin. Leaving snail trails of sticky alcohol traced thick in its place, sighing into it.

“Come on, poor thing you look a mess,”

“Ghost,” Gaz pleads.

He smacks the chunky underside of your thigh, muscle rippling under it, the hit audible over your own cry.

“Yeah, go on, baby tell him how good you’re about to take this dick, come on,” he’s scooting farther into you, pushing your legs father aside by the knee. You choke, unable to find the air to speak. You wish he’d let you suck him off, lick the bottom of him. Wish he’d rub it all over your face, laugh at the size comparison and leave dents in your puffy red neck. Ignore your gagging and wrangle you by the hair, get messy and spatter spit all over the floor for someone else to find.

He’s unlatched from your throat, moving the lower of his hand from your waist to face. He uses two fingers to jut at your cushioned lips, parting them and smoothing the spotted muscle of tongue. He hooks around the base of it, gritty stings line under his fingernails and you gag around violating things. He tastes as he smells, sour, salty and bitter. He’s absolutely delicious and the taste is lessening with every gag. His eyes never leave you once, neither of your hips have known freedom. Trapping you in place, forced to take his fingers and humiliation.

The skinny cut blue jeans are next to go, he’s twisting the buttons loose and sighing into the release of his cock. What little spit that’s left on his hand polishes off the head, a clicking sound follows the movement of his sticky fingers.

“Gaz,”

“Sir,”

“When I fuck your girl, don’t you dare touch yourself, understood?”

“Yes, of course, lieutenant,”

Gaz is barely to a whisper, wailing responses into the door, unintelligible and muffled. You strain to hear his puffy breathing, the needy sway of his hips into air, refused of the ability to get off to it all. He’s mashing into the door, grinding into empty space and contorted so the strain of his jean seam chokes the knot in his pants. His feet push off the ground, the opposite end of the pathetic man to the front of the doorframe.

“Dirty bitch, you want your commanding officer to fuck you? Yeah baby? Want him to hear me milking you dry? Huh?”

Your clothes bunch about your waist, he’s stroking himself over you, dipping into welt of slobber and slick in between your thighs. He’s toying with you, so much so you forget to respond, hoping the pressure of his tease would ease up.

“Answer, slut,” Ghost repeatedly taps at the side of your face, hand bouncing off the skin.

“Mhn,”

“Go on then, ask, beg your boy toy to let you take lieutenants big dick,” your sputtering something resembling his request, choking on air and high toned squeaks.

“Words, bitch, I won’t ask again,” and your finally following through with his command.

He’s holding himself by the base, smacking the rest on you. The connect is auditable, gluey slick ropes along the underside of him with every crude smack. Then he’s switching, rubbing the reddened folds of you over, up and down. Your spine curves over the door, angling into the spot where you two meet. Pressure squeezes over your hole, he’s feeling it up, poking into it and rocking back. With every connect your whining into a twitch, biting on dry air. His fat tips inching in you, the rest of him flashes with slick.

He wrings your shoulders, legs propped under your thighs as he’s cracking you open with his dick. He’s gaping into you, restraining you by the the top and staring down. Simon’s scraping down the sides of your innermost velvet walls, finding a fast rhythm. You thud back into the door, crying over his groans.

“Take it, fuckin’ whore,”

Gaz is gasping into the door, cheek making indents in the visible condensation from his open mouth breaths. He’s flatting into it, tongue warming up wet spots, the bottom half of him sticking up and out.

“Please, Ghost,”

“Please what, dumbfuck?”

“Fuck her, please, fuck her harder so I can hear, please,”

You could imagine he’s tilting the corners of his mouth up, raising his light colored brows and running through the best ways to ruin you in this position alone. He repositions over you, scoots his knees father up and lines back up to excitedly snap into you. The force alone knocks wind out of your throat, it gets caught around your chattering teeth and picks up noise. He never lets up, muttering condescending words and breathing in heavily between full body spasms. Taps between your thighs hit echos off the walls, creaking the hinges holding the door.

“Come on big girl, take it,”

Your stammering into his request, lost in the clumsy squelching noises and vibrating guttural growls the foremost front man gives off. The base of your head rolls back into the wall, cheek muscles tighten with the action, tears drizzle down your waterline. The doorknob jiggles with every collide, it falls into a melodic rhythm. If only Gaz could see you. His legs spread, bottom half naked to the eye and you on your pudgy tummy and knees, Ghost behind. With his cock spread on your face, looking down at your lips underneath him. Hands nowhere to be seen, Gaz has again been refused the right to remedy himself, forced to moan into the ghosting nudges your nose gives with every thrust from Simon.

“Atta girl,” He’s driving it hard into the swollen, full base of you. “That’s it, pretty,” elbows crease as he folds to press you back with his chest, shifting his weight to lay on top of you and focus his might to the creaking in his legs. Ghost is losing himself, spasming, slobbering, groaning and biting. Off white ringlets of pre collect on the base of him, it flashes in the snaps of light. You’re stuck between him and the wimpish man behind you. His cock kisses the root of you, disgustingly jumping between punching and disconnecting from the innermost parts.

Bits of you wail for him to let up, the pressure climbing is overwhelming. It’s too much, it’s all too much. You’re wailing and itching to push away from his stabs and digging chin, but his muscle collars your arms. With every ram his shoulder digs into tender purpled neck, choking the best of you out. Whats left of your breath is used for keening lust drunk groans. The blubbering that leaves you is even worse than Gaz and he’s not even allowed to get off.

Your dying, passing, moaning out your obituary and begging for life. He’s suffocating, the lodge of your throat laces strain in fatty muscle. You can taste the sex off of him, lap at the salt in the air and writhe in the baking rut of his aggravated stuffing. He’s laid claim to every nerve ending in your body and words in a language you have yet to understand tumble from your flattened, rippled mouth.

“S’ too much,”

“Awe, pretty girl look at you, gonna cry? Hm? Like your lil boyfriend out there? Huh? Like a little bitch?”

“M’ gonna, gonna,”

“Come on hurry up then, give him a show to jack off to later”

He's so intense, heat throbs in your head and beats down thought. You wanted to see the look on Gaz’s face right now. Watch his sad fucked eyes turn up and fog over. You wanted to watch him struggle to ignore the mound steaming want in his pants, beaten hands map the inside of his tense flaring thigh, flirting with the outline of his hard on. Have Ghost warm a spot on the floor with your bloated cheek, his veined hand pressing you by the back of your skull. Let him throw you into a headlock, ruin your hair in singlets, mash your face together with his forearm and collet spit in the depressions of skin. Ghost would force you to look at Gaz as you took him, refusing to continue if you stopped singing praises of how good he fucked as you looked him down. And you would love it.

You shook into your undoing and he laughed, chest heaving as he rocked you through your earth shattering high. Even as you peppered words of mercy, begging him to stop in spite of sensitivity, he chased his following orgasm at a newfound speed. Nerves and tendons fried in the baked white hot rash of his forceful bashing. Tears made your round face cool despite his merciless writhing. Flesh riveting in the rocking motion. He’s choking you under him, damn near forgetting his own sheer strength in his mindless rutting.

Simons a slave to the pleasure chasing snap of his hip, clapping noise of flesh on flesh. Groaning through the cracks in seamed teeth and full cheek, he’s dumping fatty bubbles of milky seed over your crotch. Your eyes strain to see the fluid twitch milking the full heavy drops out of him as he tenses in shock. You can only hear him breathing out shaky croaks, collecting his thoughts once more and lining his back up straight.

“Please open the door,”

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— pit of perdition. sharing with a ghost isn't easy. ∙ toji fushiguro x reader! ∙ angst, unrequited love, minor explicit sex, no comfort. ∙ 1.2k.

his love drips between your legs and you've come to realize it's the only place where you can really feel him.

it ends here.

but it never does.

he knows so while he looks down at you with his hand slowly stroking his cock and that god damn smirk that led you to where you are now: under him, naked, vulnerable, legs wide open and willing to let him do with you whatever he wants.

and he does.

toji uses you as he pleases.

he whispers her name in your ear while he fucks you raw. your hand squashes the sheet. he's quick to apologize (it's ok, you reassure him, it's ok as long as it is between moans) (you don't think it's fair to hold him accountable for all the times he calls out for her in his sleep).

it's ok as long as he thinks you're still warm enough inside for him. it's ok as long as he chooses to stay at the end of the day.

it's ok because he buys you your favorite flowers (he goes through your door holding a bouquet of roses) (you don't longer bother to remind him that you fucking hate roses).

cause you've always loved daisies. and he knows it. you've told him so (toji fushiguro has never bought you daisies).

you don't mind that he carries a photo of his deceased wife in his wallet. you've never pushed him to forget her. but it seems that he can only remember to take her everywhere with him and not you. never you (how hard is it for her to share a tiny piece of his heart with you?)

(no mercy, no mercy, no mercy).

it's the necklace that you gave him for your anniversary that collects dust inside his drawer. it's the countless stories and little details about his wife that he does not refrain from sharing, not even the day of your—forgotten—anniversary.

and so, it takes you a while to realize what's always been obvious from the start: there's just not room enough for the both of you.

it's you or her.

(you make him choose on thursday night, right after dinner).

you promised yourself that you would plan it better (the confrontation, your extrication, goodbye forever) but you've fucking had it. the ultimatum slips out of your mouth while you're scrubbing the dishes and there's no coming back from it.

"you can't have both of us."

toji freezes. your back is turned towards him and you can't see your boyfriend but the sound of cutlery stops abruptly and you know that—finally, after so fucking long—you've caught his attention.

there's a moment of silence that stretches far too long before he speaks, "what are you talking about?"

he's always played clueless and tonight isn't the exception. not even when you barely touched your food or said a word (didn't he notice or did he just not care?)

you put the glass on the dish drainer, close the faucet and rest your hands over the counter. your chest is heavy as you take a deep breath, "you know what i mean".

"no, i don't," he answers too quickly.

you turn around. you're looking straight at him now: his face —no trepidation, no turmoil. how is it possible? (you know how, you know why, you just don't want to admit it) (he liked you, but he did not love you) (not like he loved her).

"how stupid do you think i am?" you choke.

toji seems to stare through you —not at you. and you think that maybe —surely— he never saw you as you were. maybe he sees you just as you feel: secondary, temporary.

"i don't know," he scoffs. he slams the towel against the counter and leans back while he grips the edges of it, "you tell me."

"i believe you think i'm stupid enough to keep falling for your bullshit," you snarl, as you slowly circle the table, "i believe you don't give a shit about anything, or anyone," you stop right before him and raise your chin. toji seems humored as he looks down at you, "certainly not me."

he chuckles and then sneers, "and where is all of this coming from?"

his nonchalant voice pisses you off.

"i'm sick of this."

"what's this?"

"this, toji! this play pretends bullshit. i see how you look at me! i'm not her and you know that."

"damn right i know," he replies, and there's a hint of mockery in his tone that makes your heart clench.

he's never compared both of you—not out loud—and you suddenly feel ridiculized. humiliated. less than. and you are —there's no doubt that toji fushiguro sees you as less. and it fuels you.

"yeah?" you fight back, "are you also aware that she's no longer here?"

there's a sudden shift in toji's eyes. he's been staring at you for the past minutes like you're stupid, but now he looks angry (good, you think) (let him experience some of the pain you've experienced the past months).

he grips your chin and places his face inches from yours, "watch your fucking mouth," he hisses.

you freak out for a second, but you know he won't touch you any more than that. so you lock your jaw and slap his wrist and he drops his arm.

but your eyes sting. and you're trying so hard to bite back the tears but eventually, you feel your cheeks getting wet and your tough act crumbles. because you've realized that everything you did until now was futile.

because you know now that you were, unfortunately, right about him (he doesn't love you).

because you've realized that you can't save both of you.

(but you can still save yourself.)

"why am i even asking you?" you chuckle, defeated, "it's so obvious you already decided long ago, toji," your jaw painfully wobbles as you grace him the gentlest smile, salty water seeps through the corners of your lips, "and it'll never be me."

no, not you.

never you.

toji stares at you. unfazed, unmoved. his eyes look dead (his heart, too).

you turn around and apparently there's still a piece of your soul clinging—barely with a finger—to hope. because as you saunter to your room, you imagine him stopping you by the wrist, whispering your name, and begging you to stay. he'd kiss you fervently (instead of devouring your soul slowly), then he'd ask you for forgiveness (and you'd forgive him, god, you know you would).

both of you would start over.

and all it'd take is for him is just reach out to you.

and he does.

he storms into the bedroom, grabs your arm, turns you around, and smashes his lips against yours. and as he sneaks his tongue into your mouth, you think that this is ok. it's what you were asking for, right? (him whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he fucks you mercilessly into the mattress).

it kind of looks like what you'd imagined.

cause toji fushiguro knows the language of your body.

(but he does not speak what you wish to hear).

so you pretend, just one last time.

he's yours.

he wants you.

(but he does not want you, and he is not yours).

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 10 months

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Listen Kat, my love, it took me forever to pick a song but I feel like I finally have a good song choice. SOOOOO. I want Sure Thing(idk who sings this tbh) because I love what the lyrics imply. There will be the specific lyrics at the end of this.

I would like pretty much a fluff piece(a little angst if you want) obviously with LEVI love of my life. CanonAU please! Pre-Established relationship. Basically where we say I love you for the first time because I can’t think of anything else that goes with the song(if you have a better idea than go for it cause my brain sucks, as long as it’s pre-established because for some reason I love that)

Thankyou and I love you so so much ❤️🥰

HI LOVE I'M SRY I'VE BEEN SHIT AT CHATTING DJKFSLKDJF 🥹💕

i hope this is somewhat along the lines of what you're looking for :3

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You weren't acting like yourself. Although you could hardly be described as someone that was unrealistically positive or "bubbly" all the time, seeing you silent, pensive, and dismissive for multiple days in a row was strange. You couldn't even describe it yourself.

Deep down, you knew why you were upset. It was the night before Levi had to leave for a dangerous expedition. This wasn't the first time that you've watched him leave. However, this was the first time since you started dating.

You had only been dating for a few weeks, but you quickly found yourself getting attached and legitimately caring about the man. Thus, when you realized that the next expedition was rapidly approaching, you found yourself shutting down.

"What's going on with you?" Levi asked.

He had noticed that you've been dismissive and disengaged and to be quite frank—it pissed him off. If he wasn't leaving in a few hours, he'd be willing to spend more time to figure out what was going on in your head, but he didn't have that time right now.

"_____, can we please not fight the night before an expedition?"

Upon hearing that, you finally made eye contact with him again for a few seconds before looking down once more.

"I'm sorry, Levi," you said quietly. "Just seeing you and knowing that you're going on a dangerous mission tomorrow makes me so anxious that I feel like I'm going to puke."

His look softened, but he slightly tilted his head in confusion as he slowly approached you. He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, speaking quietly as he looked down at you.

"What's going on with you?" he repeated. "We've done plenty of these before."

You looked up into his eyes, feeling your heartbeat hasten. You weren't sure if it was from the anxiety or from how close he was holding you.

"I just can't bear the thought of losing you," you said quietly. "Ever since we got together, every time the doors open and I see more and more Scouts that have lost their lives, I'm terrified that I'll see you in one of the carriages instead of riding on one of the horses."

You looked down, gripping at his arm in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Or that I won't see you at all."

You heard Levi take a deep breath after listening to you. He held you so close that you could feel his pulse against yours.

"_____, I-"

"I love you too much to be able to let you go," you said, interrupting whatever it was he was planning on saying.

As soon as you said that, you felt your face heat up. You felt him tense as well. It was your first time telling him that you loved him. It was true and you both knew it, but it was your first time vocalizing it, which dramatically increased the intensity of the meaning behind the word.

Levi gently placed his hand on your chin, lifting up your gaze as he pulled you into a gentle kiss.

"Have faith that we'll both make it home," he whispered to you. "No matter how bad it gets out there."

You gently returned the kiss, taking in a shaky inhale as he pulled you into a hug and you rested your chin on his shoulder.

"Do you have faith?" you asked.

"I do," he responded without hesitation, immediately interlacing his fingers with yours.

You took a deep breath.

"Okay," you finally responded. "I'll have faith."

You squeezed at his hand as you let yourself fall into his embrace, burying your face into his shoulder. You wanted to hold on to this feeling of being on him for as long as you could—but you knew you had limited time.

"...I guess you should go get ready now, right?" you said quietly.

You felt him nod against you and you took the message, beginning to pull away.

His grip on your waist tightened, not letting you fully pull away.

"I love you, too," he whispered into your ear before finally pulling away, shooting you a slight smile as he turned away to head back towards his office.

Your lips parted to speak again, but you couldn't get anything to come out as he walked into and shut the door behind him. All you could do from that point was to have faith that you would see him again when he returned.

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Socket Wrench: Chapt. 1

OKAY I finally found a name so if you read the introduction to the DK x reader this is the official title lol I was drawing a blank for a minute. Anyway, here's Chapter 1! Enjoy!

Introduction found here

Chapter 2 found here

Chapter 1: Am I dead? Or is this just Ohio?

Floating doesn't even describe half of what you're doing right now. If anything you feel like you're being launched gently in an unknown direction by some unknown gravitational force in the middle of what looks like sky??? A galaxy maybe? Whatever it was it was so damn ominous, but nothing peaceful lasts forever. You find yourself speeding up and burning into another tunnel, hopefully, a means to an end. The tunnel hurls you forward, the feeling of what seemed like grass breaking your fall for the most part.

You heave from the impact, searching for the brothers but failing to see anything but jungle and wilderness. The last thing you needed was for some animal to decide that your time was up and they were feeling kinda hungry. In a situation like this, you figured the best thing to do was to sit ya ass down and wait for help but once again you choose to not follow the voice in your head. Hauling ass in any direction, you jump as every slight rustle of leaves and twig break. Clearly, this shit was no joke.

Maybe you were dreaming?

You ruled both out when you pinch yourself and take a niceee deep breath. At least you weren't completely useless, you knew how to throw a mean punch when needed. You trudge forward, and what seemed like a temple door becomes visible through the thick shrubbery of the jungle. You sign, feeling stupid for what you were about to try. There was a 50% chance someone answered as well as an equal chance for no one to be here at all, leaving you stranded in….where the hell you were. Where was this anyway? Florida? Nahhhh.

You hold the door's handle, using it to give three firm knocks, sounding more like the police than a friendly passerby looking for instruction. You roll your eyes, a heavy sigh escaping your throat but before you coil try and knock again or even turn away to accept your fate, or even devise some kind of plan to get back home, you’re greeted by what seemed like the world's largest gorilla, a roar of sorts making you scramble, hands put up in defense.

“JESUSSSSSS!” You screech, feel trying their best to get you back standing but you're far too startled for that.

Is this mf wearing a jacket….He’s wearing clothes???? Someone's pet maybe? You gulp, trying to gather your thoughts and try to communicate at least a little bit. This was a completely different world from your own…at this point, the only way to get back home was trial and error and you'd be damned if you gave up before even trying first.

“I-I need to get back home. I don't know where I am or who’s in charge here. But I need help finding my….friends and getting home.” You speak, a sense of false confidence rushing over you as you try and make yourself look tough as nails even though you were about to piss your pants about 2 seconds ago.

The gorilla steps forward, trying to see through any facade you had, doing so successfully before stepping away. And then it…speaks.

“Get in.”

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This was madness…..there's an entire civilization here…and it looks to be ONLY gorillas from what you could tell. Maybe you and the brothers were the only humans here… or maybe not? You were running off pure adrenaline at this point and even so, all questions you had were making themselves cozy in your mental filing cabinet The water is crystal clear as you travel by what seemed like a pretty modified Jeep. Your driver, the gorilla that SCREAMED IN YOUR DAMN FACE earlier, swerves and speeds like nothing down the wooden roadway, missing other cars by mere inches. It didn’t help that this thing didn’t have any seatbelts either, you felt that at any point in that crazy ass ride, you would have flown right out of your seat. You would give him props though because he got you to what looked like a palace temple in no time at all. Dusting yourself off you try and make yourself at least a little bit presentable to meet whoever was the ruler here. You had questions that needed answering effectively immediately. Hopefully, this ruler was merciful enough to not send you to a dungeon or some shit.

Pulling your braids to tighten your ponytail, you make it through an aisle of guards. Taking note of their attire, you're finally greeted by what looked like a smaller, older monkey sitting in the throne.

“Welcome to the Jungle Kingdom! Now what do you want,” His voice booms, as you raise a brow at the bluntness.

“Just need some help, you just told me where I was so that's one question knocked out.” You explain, trying your best to be respectful seeing as apparently this was the ruler. You make a mental note to try and avoid conflict and get on his good side.

“I came here through a pipe with two other people…my friends, well mentors? Or at least I think they came after me? I don't know. All I know is I came through a pipe and landed here. Your bouncer scared the shit out of me and now I'm here. I need to get back to them but I don’t know where they went.” You explain, realizing how unbothered this guy seemed at some random waltzing up to his Kingdom's front door and making it in.

“Sounds nice enough, what are you useful for? Anything you can offer in return for staying here?” He questions, most likely thinking of kicking you out to figure out this mess on your own. That was the last thing you needed. You had to try and convince this guy…

“I’m a mechanic? I noticed the cars you guys ride around in, I can help with that and you can help me. I scratch your back, you scratch mine?” You suggest, seeing him become slightly more interested in the fact that you knew your cars.

“Well, they’re karts, and before I make any final decisions, where did you come from again?” He hums, stroking his beard.

Was this mf not listening? You came from the magic pipe… well one in practically the asscrack of Brooklyn and now you’re here.

“Brooklyn. And my name’s y/n” You explain as he waves you off as if to try and silence you.

“Have my son take her to the garage. She can try her hand there, and in return, we help find her… associates.” You’re almost immediately accompanied by two guards keeping you in one direction and before you find yourself being shoved through the large double doors leading to the rest of the palace, the king speaks,

“And if she fails, put her back where she was found, I’m sure she can figure it out.” He chuckles, seeing the look of bewilderment on your face.

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The halls are long and quiet, only the sound of your shoes hitting the stones beneath your feet and metal armor clanking echo in the silence. This was only a means to an end, you would prove your worth and skill and then you'd be out here in no time! At least you hoped so. Maybe you'd even learn something for your own spot. Knowledge was power right? Who says interdimensional skills can be transferred?

“Soooooo, who’s his son? The prince right? That makes him a prince?” You try to fill the quiet with the conversation but the guards ain't budging. Their job was to simply transport you from one big ass room to the next.

You huff, coming to a rather abrupt stop. The guard to your left knocks, awaiting an answer to wish there is none.

“Sir, your father requests you take this woman to the garage.”

“My name's y/n I promise it's not hard to remember.” You shoot back, hearing footsteps before the door swings wide open revealing who you could only assume was the king's son. The prince?

This guy looks far too douchey to be a prince. The tie he’s wearing is loose and what you would assume was his initials on it was far more conceited than you’d imagine. He's eyeballing you like you're crazy and before either of you could ask any questions, the guards are long gone.

“I don't like this any more than you do dude, I just got here okay?” You huff, putting your hands up in defense.

“Yeah great. What did my dad need?” He's short with his response, whatever he was doing prior MUST have been far more important than this simple task his father requested.

“Take me to the garage, see if I'm useful, if not kick me out and let me fend for myself.” You explain, arms folded.

He shrugs, leading you through more halls now. At least it wasn't dead silent anymore, this one was far more chatty than the others you’d encountered thus far.

“Soooo, this garage, whatcha got in there? I work on cars back where I'm from.” You ask, trying to catch up to him, then finally keeping pace at his side.

He puffs out a bit of air before absolutely throttling you with information. He was awfully talkative, turning the conversation from that of the karts to him. Guess he reeeeally loved talking about himself. Typical prince behavior…sorta.

“It's funny actually that I ended up here. I'm sure my odds elsewhere wouldn't have been in my favor. At least I can work.” You interrupt, more so talking to yourself now.

“I’d just opened my own shop back home, gosh it was such a big deal and my dad doesn’t even think I can do it. I'm sure my services would be better off here anyway.” You chuckle bitterly.

He was much taller than you, a stupid shit-eating grin splayed over his features, you're gazing upward at him, a slight tension building.

“I'm sure you’ll be just fine. Seems like my dad and your dad have something in common.” The statement sounds a bit bitter but you don’t question it.

“Yeah… Hey, you’re chatty, bet the others just love you don’t they?” You joke, and he confirms this fact. Guess ‘ol boy was a bit of a celebrity.

“That's cute, you like the attention?” You ask, trying to be somewhat flirty. He catches on and only leans toward you, making sure you knew how much bigger he was,his height, and just overall build make you shrink a bit.

“Yeah, and I bet you prefer to keep to yourself? How cute.” He mimics, that stupid smile still splayed over his face.

You'd hardly noticed how much time had passed talking to him but after wandering parts of the palace, you finally made it to the garage, the sound of work being done is exciting. You try to stop yourself from squealing in excitement but fail. The prince, who you decided to refer to by the initials on his tie, seemed somewhat intrigued. Your jaw almost drops when you walk in, the plethora of materials being used to build such intricate machines

“Please tell me I get to build a kart.” You whisper out, trying to take it all in.

“If you can figure out how you don't have to get kicked out. You look like a smart girl. I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. Plus the mechanic stuff helps.” He chuckles, watching you look at the selection of cart items.

“Teach me. Show me the basics, please? This is some other shit. We don’t have this in Brooklyn but I promise I’m a fast learner.” You hum, eyes wide at how easily some of the steps to building a kart had become with whatever system they were using.

“No can do, lady, you gotta try your hand at it on your own. Don't worry, I know you just love my presence so I'll come to check on you in a while. Have fun.” He chuckles, leaving you to fend for yourself in the business of the garage, a series of glares practically burning into your back.

“And my name’s not lady!” You call out, a smile creeping onto your face.

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Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Chapter 4

The breeze was soft. The sky was splattered with shades of a dull grey.

While others would find irritation in such wheather. It brought you comfort knowing you could find sanctuary in such loneliness out in nature.

But of course calmness cannot last forever.

“I’m sick of bringing you to this shit show of a field, y/n !”

“I’m perfectly capable of walking here.” You sigh, tugging at the cuff of your sleeve. “You needn’t stress yourself driving me here. Especially since I cannot recall ever asking you to.”

Your back is turned to him and yet this somehow irritates him more than your sly comments. The stream flows fast yet steady. It’s so steady. Unlike the buzzing.

“Well come on now. You can watch the piss stream flow by any day now let’s get going.” At that he slams the car door.

You don’t fasten your seat belt. Wanting to escape the car as quickly as possible.

You can’t help but wonder why your father wants to take you specifically to a case he’s involved with. For a while now, your fathers been sneaking around chasing this man that you have no interest to learn the name of who your father is certain is involved of handling drugs around the neighbourhood and apparently there’s a child involved.

Your father has been playing pretend friends with the man to gain information. You suppose he wants you to try and find signs of neglect since a young child is involved.

“Now I’m gonna talk to him in a separate room but while that’s happening you sneak round the living room but make sure you don’t search out the child, let the child come to you.”

You nod at his words more so for him.

You don’t need instructions from him.

Perhaps your father was still in his commander role since he always had to explain everything to his colleges that lack the average amount of brain cells.

The car pulls up to a small apartment complex that looked as if though it had been rotting for decades. Although you cannot speak as your apartment had also looked as if though it belonged in the slums.

“It’ll be fine.” Your father attempts to soothe you as if you were a child. Whatever impression you gave off he was surely mistaken. As per usual. “Get off.” You mutter, rubbing off imaginary dirt from your sleeve as you hurriedly walk right past him and into the slums.

“You know you can’t keep giving me the cold shoulder forever, y/n.” He states.

He walks far behind you as you sluggishly make your way up the dainty staircase.

“Is it because I didn’t invite you out drinking last week ?” You shake your head at the imbecile. You’re right. He is always behind you.

“Ah Mr l/n ! So great to see an old friend !” The door is already opened before you reach the top of the stairs. A drunken middle aged man stands theres his arms wide open and his face flushed a vulgar scarlet. Your father walks straight past you as the man barely manages to acknowledge you before limping his way back into the apartment.

Your father nods your way before him and the man walk of to some small room.

Slowly but surely you start to eye around. Your eye instantly catches the small scratches towards the end of the door.

Unless a stray had been around you doubt it was caused by an animal. As you step closer towards the corner of the room your nose scrunches up at the noticeable smell. Urine. Despite the tissues that out on the floor, it’s clear to you that there wasn’t much effort into wiping away the unhygienic area.

Hearing a slight shuffle behind you, you look back over your shoulders to discover a small girl no older than six hovering from side to side. Her mouth is slightly opened yet she doesn’t make a sound. The long sleeves hides any indication of bruising or markings. She holds a stuffed toy. Her head slightly tilts towards the wall to her left and it’s then you see the child’s piece of artwork.

Written in crayons, low on the wall displayed for all to see of such foul word that not only a child shouldn’t know but also shouldn’t be able to perfectly spell. There on the stained wall was the word.

WHORE

Somewhat amused, you crouch down before the shy girl pointing at the word.

“Is that suppose to be me ?”

Before you could analyse the girl further, both men walk out the room distant as per usual. Perhaps the young girl and you shared some in common.

“y/n.” He whistles, nodding back towards the door. Calling you as if you were a dog.

You rise as she rubs the toys stomach repeatedly almost as if she were agitated. She pats the bunny’s head. Wash. She wants in washed. “Next time I come here he will be as pretty as you.” You tell, taking the worn down toy from the girls tight hands.

At that you leave, not daring to look back at the young girl who now has nothing to clutch on to. Oh how you definitely shared more in common.

“Any thoughts ?” You father starts, already pulling out of the driveway. “Clearly he has been bringing prostitutes often.” You sigh.

“He makes sure the prositutes in bed yet not the child.”

“So what did you learn from him.” You attempt to have a conversation with him to somehow give the impression that you actually tolerate his company. However the mask does slip as he recalls you “eyeing towards heaven”

What lies.

“That needn’t concern you.”

Now whose giving the cold shoulder ?

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DECEMBER DRABBLES — 4. Richie Jerimovich 🌨️

A/N; why do I like writing for shit-talking assholes? 🤭 just expect this to be a little chaotic and I apologize in advance but it’s richie we’re talking about here! + it’s snowing up north here officially so that put me in the mood to write this little thing.

WARNINGS: mentions of mental health issues, drugs, + grief and emotional stuff, usage of firearms, cruelty to animals? & Language. + OC/reader has a name in this.

PROMPT: #13. “How’d you get a reindeer in the apartment?” + #10. “Who decorated your tree? A toddler?”

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With your name flashing across Richie’s screen, he almost hesitated. However he didn’t feel as if it was the wrong choice, not after he just got into a screaming match with a new customer that wanted to argue over prices. As if Richie could ever over-charge someone for a product when that item’s been the same price since forever. Richie didn’t particularly care for the new found rush The Original Beef or “The Bear”—whatever the fuck you chose to call this place, received but he enjoyed the outcome of counting the registers at the end of the day.

He was up front at the register, his usual spot when he received your call. Fortunately for him, he was dealing with a customer who was holding up the line a bit trying to decide between two sandwiches, asking thousands of questions that Richie didn’t have the patience for. So he held up his finger at the woman before she could propose her eighth question and pressed his phone to his ear.

“Yeah?!” He shouted into the phone.

It was quiet on your end and Richie almost questioned if you meant to call him. Things between you two were…heated or simmering down? To say the least.

When he didn’t receive a response right away, Richie tried to get your attention another way by raising his voice more, “HELLO?! Dayana start speaking before I hang up and spam you with calls myself!”

“Richard,” Dayana’s tone was hushed, “stop yelling in my ear and listen very carefully.”

Dayana always had a soft yet raspy voice but he didn’t like how she sounded right now.

“Are you completely losing your voice or something?! ‘Cause I don’t understand why you’re talking so low?” Richie felt his eyes forming into slits.

There was shuffling on the other line but besides that it was eerily quiet wherever Dayana was, “Quick question for you: how’d you get a reindeer into the apartment?”

Richie didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. He hadn’t been to Dayana’s apartment since their last disagreement which was…he didn’t know…maybe two weeks ago?

“I hope you’re talkin’ about a ornament ‘cause if you’re not…then you need to lay off the gas unless you got into my pills?” Richie mouthed off to Dayana, assuming that she had to be high if she wasn’t talking about some ornament.

Huffing Dayana replied, “I’m not high but I know you’re an asshole who probably set me up so that I’d call you and we’d be on speaking terms again. You’re gonna get this damn reindeer out of my house or I’m gonna haunt the shit outta you when i meet my maker soon.”

“What the fuck are even talking about, D?!” Richie exasperated, plugging his ear with his raised finger to hear the woman better.

Dayana huffed, tired of these games, “You put this shit here on purpose, I know you. So you better get it out.”

“You mean to tell me you got a actual reindeer in your apartment?” Richie was in disbelief, “I dunno if you know this sweetheart but we live in Chicago, not the north fucking pole.”

Dayana didn’t have time to argue the specifics especially when she could feel her blood pressure increasing. She was so sure that Richie was pulling a prank on her simply because she pissed him off two weeks ago. They weren’t exclusive so she didn’t need Richie’s jealousy when she slept around with anybody else; it didn’t bother her (much) that he tried to go on dates with other women that weren’t her.

They were both messed up individuals mentally who tried to find comfort in each other. It wasn’t healthy how they went about their relationship, platonically and romantically but they were trying to do what their old friend Michael Berzatto struggled to do, survive. Life was anything but easy yet freedom had to be out there somewhere on this earth and maybe the pair wanted that from each other.

Was it acceptable to find that freedom in someone else? Or did that start to become a heavy chore from the person that you sought that freedom from?

Richie was met with a dial tone shortly after, which didn’t sit right with him. This woman didn’t get to just hang up in his face like that! Normally Dayana could take him running his mouth no problem although she sounded calm on the phone, he knew Dayana was just as tired as everybody else.

He also didn’t like the fact that Dayana thought he did this and what she would do if it all became more than what she could handle.

Then his mind got to racing with what could go wrong. He wished he could have been there with Mikey up on that bridge and wished he could have done something. Anything.

Wished he would have known.

Now with Dayana…he still wasn’t sure if she was just pulling his leg. There was no way a possible reindeer could be in her house with her being so blunt about it right? Unless she was in hiding…of course she had to be! It’s not like Richie ever thought she was hopeless but she didn’t have much to defend herself with…besides a mean right hook.

With the way everyone was feeling according to the top three: physically, emotionally, and the most important of all—mentally he began thinking the worst. So he began pacing the front behind the registers calling Dayana constantly, despite the line slowly building up again and leaving the new teenage hire to deal with this on his own.

“Richie, what the hell are you doing back here?” Carmy glanced over at the taller man but continued chopping up some parsley, “the orders aren’t gonna place themselves.”

“Someone’s gotta take over for me. I gotta go, something’s up with Dayana.” Richie muttered as he hung up and kept trying to call.

Carmy turned to Richie, placing a hand on the table and leaning into it with a sharp inhale, “Okay cousin. Just…don’t go doin’ anything stupid.” He warned.

Richie patted his pockets just as Carmy said this. He appreciated that the kid wasn’t grilling him with questions in that moment although he knew bits and pieces of Richie’s history with the said woman.

It was almost as if Richie didn’t hear Carmy as he went through the kitchen to the staff room. Yanking off his apron, shoving on his puffer, and rubbing his hands along the locker for his piece. Autopilot was on as he shoved weapon into his pocket, keeping a hand inside of it to make sure it didn’t slide out on his way out. The man chose to exit from the back of the restaurant, not wanting Carmy to switch up and check on his well-being right now.

If anything happened to anyone else he cared about…Richie was positive he would raise hell. His couldn’t tell you approximately how long it took him to get to Dayana’s or how many lights he ran to get to her. His anxiety was beginning to get the best of him now and only amplified as his tires squealed right behind Dayana’s parked car.

Throwing the door open, he hopped up the curb and jumped the black fence to get to Dayana’s building. Up the path he went, to the left he raced up and around the steps, meeting the walkway that held the multiple apartments. His breathing was ragged as he sped-walked down the wooden walkway, his bright blues scanning the numbers until he got to apartment 11.

Richie wasted no time racking his knuckles against the apartment door, listening to any sound of disaster. When he didn’t receive a response, he began pounding on the door next, his forehead resting against the door as he waited.

“Day—

He started calling her name until he heard it.

A grunting noise followed by a snort that didn’t exactly sound human to Richie. He tried for the knob, which was locked and stepped back to pull his Glock from his pocket. Taking the safety off, he aimed the gun before he went to work, kicking that knob in as much as he could. Then he had to use a bullet to get it completely off.

Squatting down he managed to get some fingers in, the material of the door scrapping his skin, making him suck air between his teeth, as he did so reaching for the top lock from the inside. Due to his long arms he was able to feel around for the latch, to flick it over to get the door fully open. Yanking his arm out, he got into a ready position again before he kicked the door back.

Stepping into the living room of Dayana’s 475 sqft apartment, Richie saw that her furniture in the living room still appeared to be in tact. Although the single bedroom and bathroom were to the left of the living room, Richie crept to the kitchen to see the dining table on its side.

That’s when he aimed his gun quickly to the left, firing off at you guessed it—a reindeer which charged at him at the same exact time. Richie’s stumbled back at the impact, hoping it’s antlers didn’t pierce any part of his body as his head slammed back against the white wall, leaving the reindeer to run by him and out of the apartment.

The man laid there disconcerted than in disbelief as this point. His head shifted to the left to make sure that the reindeer was in fact out of the apartment, hearing the foul-language of other tenants and more shots fired outside to confirm his worries.

“Dayana!” Richie groaned, as he slowly pushed himself off the floor.

Shortly after, the woman peeked around her corner, noticing the front door was completely damaged before she settled on the 6’1 man that was now on his knees in her kitchen entry way.

Her feet quickly padded against the Mahogany wooden floors, tossing her Dyson vacuum to the side? as she stood in front of Richie who was now glaring at the red stain on her wall.

Dayana barely acknowledged the new mark before peering down at Richie who looked up at her, “…Told you i wasnt fucking around.”

“What?” Richie seethed, “and I told you I didn’t put Blitzen in your damn apartment for fun either!”

Sighing, Dayana relaxed her shoulders, finally looking at the blood on the wall and also the blood that was oozing from Richie’s bottom lip, along with the bruise that was beginning to form on his chin.

“Well…thanks for taking a beating for me.”

Richie scowled as he got to his feet, standing beside her as he exhaled, “yeah, don’t mention it sweetheart, but man, that bitch got me good right in the kisser!”

“I see that.” Dayana gripped Richie’s forearms, peering at the injury and then added, “and I’m sure that new lump on the back of your dome gave your lopsided head some more definition.”

“Ah, fuck you.” Richie lightly pushed her off, while she laughed to herself a bit.

He noticed the unease from her as he did this, his eyes immediately going to his Glock to put the safety back on. He then moved to tuck it into the back of his waistband so that it was out of sight and out of mind.

When he raised his hands to show that all was clear, Dayana then nodded her head back to the living room. Richie followed the woman out, taking a seat on her olive green couch after she motioned for him to sit.

“Want to run down what exactly happened?”

“I can’t really tell you much,” Dayana admitted, “all I remember was coming home, rushing to the bathroom, and came back out to get something to eat. I didn’t realize the damn reindeer just chilling in the living room like he owned the place. I tried to give it some carrots from my platter but he was clearly looking for something else on the menu.”

Richie quirked up a brow, a smirk forming on his lips but Dayana immediately shushed him from making a sexual joke. He raised a single hand that rested on the edge of the bubble sectional in mock surrender, “speaking of carrots, I think I actually snatched some of Marcus’ new cornbread carrot cake on my way out. It should be in the car if you want it.”

Scoffing out a laugh Dayana ran a hand over her hair. “Maybe later, Richie. Let me clean you up first.”

Richie wouldn’t argue with that as Dayana gave his knee a squeeze, getting up from the coffee table as she disappeared to the back of the apartment. The man got himself comfortable, snatching the remote from the coffee table to turn the flat screen on, before he spotted a neighbor eyeing what happened to the door and carrying on.

The man laughed at the typical mannerisms before he focused in on the tree that sat in the corner of the room. His face twisted in disapproval before Dayana came back into the room with a first aid kit.

“Who decorated your tree? A toddler?” Richie impugned, figuring it was Dayana’s latest hookup that she was involved with before, that he last spotted on her Instagram that sparked their argument, a Hispanic man that was Carmy’s height—a toddler’s height, age, and a firefighter.

Careful Richie your insecurities are showing.

Dayana let that roll off her shoulders knowing what Richie was hinting at and that it was clear that he still felt some type of way about Dayana’s encounter with another man. Perhaps it had something to do with Mateo being in her age group—younger than Richie and that they possibly had more in common…but mainly he was keeping her warm when that was his job.

Viewing the bow-covered tree for a bit, the woman smiled as she stood up on her couch and sat behind Richie on the top of the sectional. Richie settled his shoulders against the back of Dayana’s lower legs as she opened the kit to place right into Richie’s lap to assist her.

“Actually, Sylvia did.” She mentioned as her hands gently combed her fingertips through Richie’s hair to locate the injury.

Richie turned his head to her then, trying to catch her eye and to see if she was serious or not. Since when was his nine year old daughter spending time alone with the woman he was slowly developing feelings for?

“Uh wow…” Richie said after some time when Dayana held his stare, no sign of lies written in her eyes.

Dayana hummed, turning him back around so she could work, “Mhm. She’s driven just like her dad. Came by a week ago to help me out…I’m not sure how she found my address. I asked if her mom knew if she was here but she was adamant about getting my tree up with some bows she made me. We had a good time, and I called her mom right after just in time when she got off work.”

Richie knew that could have went one of two ways since Dayana and his ex-wife, Tiffany weren’t on the best terms once a upon of time. They grew to be cordial it seemed long before this event occurred. Tiffany appreciated Dayana calling her about the whereabouts about her shared daughter with Richie. Tiffany had full-custody of their daughter Sylvia since she felt like Richie wasn’t a competent father/role model in their child’s life.

Dayana was vocal on Tiffany’s decision for her fight for full custody simply because she didn’t believe he was a bad father. And she wasn’t fully bias on that opinion either, she knew how much Richie wanted to be part of Sylvia’s life when he didn’t have a father in his own! She also didn’t like how Tiffany tried to use his anxiety and depression against him in court and of course that got back to the Honduran woman.

“What did you two talk about?”

Peering into his head, Dayana found the access to the bleed on his scalp and applied pressure with a white cloth, knowing that this wound wouldn’t require stitches.

“Oh you know just girl talk,” Dayana trailed off, “and how she listens to your favorite song when she has a bad day at school.”

Richie wished he had a cigarette on him hearing that. He hated hearing that his kid was still having issues at school and why Tiffany wasn’t taking any action. If it was up to him and if he knew names, he would be the first one pulling up to kick the shit out of a kid in a heartbeat.

Nobody fucked with his number one girl.

Taking deep breaths, he closed his eyes shut taking multiple inhales as he tried to focus on the fact that he daughter knew his favorite song.

“What did she say it was?”

“‘That old song by Usher and the rapper who was on ‘Justin Bieber’s best song’.” Dayana informed Richie who puffed out a laugh, using the back of his hand to wipe at his nose.

That was right.

If they weren’t playing that in the club then Richie considered the place whack. That man still had a soundtrack from the early 2000’s don’t mind him.

“God, I love her.”

“And she loves you too, no matter what.” Dayana told Richie, resting her free hand against his chest in understanding.

Richie placed his hand right on top of Dayana’s, squeezing it against his chest, feeling himself getting emotional as he stared out at the tree and shuddered against Dayana’s touch, finding comfort in her again, even with her now broken ajar door.

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Continue along with my December anthology prompts here.

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