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Selfish

Pairing; Yandere Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; You escape your captor during one of his many missions. You stop by a diner searching for help. What will happen next? Find out by reading

Word count; 3.8K

TW; Kidnapping, non-con touching, Stockholm syndrome, maybe just a tad bit ooc, Yandere (obviously), obsessive behavior, cussing.

Notes; hopefully you enjoy reading. It’s not the best since I’m still maturing as a writer and because of my hiatus; but I hope you enjoy.

!Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

Sapphire-embellished twilight transitions into dawn’s light blue hue bringing alongside the sun. Birds sang good morning to one another, on their side of the forest. You ambled down the road that ceased the strong odored forest from connecting.

You stared at the endless road up ahead. Night to morning, ahead of you was forest and road. Perhaps this reason is why your captor moved into the isolated forest since raccoon city incident.

Or maybe he wanted to live a life of normalcy given the opportunity; the monsters he claimed he fought, seemingly every month, stressed him greatly and you noticed. Plus, he mentioned he needed a vacation frequently.

You pause, double-checking onward on the ostensibly never-ending road. Was your hard work a waste of time?

Looking back on the way he treated you, you pondered if it would have been smarter to stay home. Most days he wasn't overbearing. Once in a while, he’d annoy you, other than that he was tolerable. Besides being unable to leave the house unattended and having no say in choices at times, he gave you more freedom than most.

But then you remember the day before. At the crack of dawn, he’d left for a mission: bidding you goodbye with a note and breakfast at your night table side. You were left all alone, so naturally you sought a form of entertainment.

The television; Which was your only option.

You were clicking through the television channels when you came across a crime documentary. The story was similar to your personal life so you continued to watch the channel.

The story was about a woman, age twenty-three, who was kidnapped for around four years. During her kidnapping, she fell deeply in love with her kidnapper to the point they had to detach her from the cop car when they arrested him.

In your situation, you’ve been abducted for at least eight months. Her situation only took a year till she developed Stockholm syndrome.

Clarified by the show as the psychological condition of a victim who identifies with and empathizes with their captor or abuser and their goals.

Learning this information a thought came to mind.

Would you become like her once it hits New Year's? Loyal to a man that took you away from society. No. You refused to allow the same situation to happen to you.

You’d never allow it to happen.

When it came to the relationship your captor so desperately longed for with you, you caused many difficulties to prevent any form of romance.

Any attempt at affection had him pushed away or smacked. Discussion about the past before your absconding was simply ignored. And in general, you kept your distance from him. Well, at least you tried to. He stays at your hip like a lost puppy majority of the time he has off work, talking your ear off. There was no way in hell you’d fall for him. Not after the months you spent in that isolated house.

Regardless of how certain you were, you mulled over it some more. You finally concluded running. So far, you felt regret and relief.

Out of nowhere, a loud reverberating sound of a car grew closer, arising behind you. You quickly spun around to see what the sound originated from.

The engine growled, sending a ping of fright to your heart. You spent no time thinking about Leon’s reaction to your escape. However, now your mind consumes thoughts of his response.

Could your captor's fury be so robust that the car in the distance embodied his rage? Knowing him since your best friend introduced you to the man becoming a rookie cop in raccoon city; you’ve never seen him enrage.

From time to time his witty replies and mean scowl would showcase his anger. Of course, that didn't mean his rage wasn't feasible. But never had you ever witnessed a stronger emotion from him.

Inching closer, you were able to discern the details of the car. It was a massive black car, with tinted windows. A car your captor might arrive home with after a mission. It announced its presence with its vociferous roaring.

You observe with dread blooming in the pit of your stomach, every other part of your body tingled.

Although the person driving the car was yet to be revealed, you were petrified, stuck in place like you had been glued onto the concrete below you.

It must be him.

Why else would they be heading so fast toward you?

Already, you’re willing to surrender. Your captor is a forgiving person when it comes to you, so there’s a likelihood he’ll forgive you if you cooperate.

Standing on the side of the road, you acquiescently wait for the car to stop. Waiting for him to take you back to your prison.

The car slows but even then it's at a fast pace. The car passes you momentarily. Slightly it reverses until the passenger window is in front of you. Unhurriedly, the shadowy window rolls down. In the driver's seat, instead of who you believed it to be, it was a woman.

She looked to be in her middle thirties. She wore black sunglasses in her strawberry-blonde hair, a red blouse with denim jeans. Her makeup reminded you of Jennifer Tilly in Bride of Chucky, but she wore a sweet smile.

“Oh my lord, are you alright darling?” The woman asked like you were a child outside without a jacket in the freezing winter.

You continued to stare at her. You wanted to say something, but your throat felt drier than sandpaper. You opened your mouth, wheezing a bit as you sipped the fresh air. “I don't know,” you responded as loud as you possibly could. So barely above a whisper.

“Do you know where you are?”

“No.”

“Are you safe?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

The woman shook her head disapprovingly, then she began to throw whatever laid in the passenger seat into the backseats. “Come on sugar, get inside. I’ll give you a ride.”

“Okay, thank you.”

She reached over and pushed the passenger door open. You entered the vehicle, settled in, and got comfy. You buckled in making sure you heard the reassuring click.

“There you go,” she commented with a smile. “Now, we're going to make a stop by a gas station, then we’ll find out what we can do with you. Is that alright?

You smiled back, “Yeah, I don't mind.”

The car began to ride forward and the air conditioning blew on your overheated body. You relished the cold air. You hadn't realized how hot it had been outside, even in the early morning. Where were you?

You put that thought aside. Now you needed to worry about something to drink and eat.

“Do you…have anything to drink or eat?” you glanced at the woman.

She nodded. “Of course sweety! Why didn't I offer before?” she looked away from the street to grab a half-empty bottle of water from the side of the driver's door. “Sorry, that's the only drink I have at the moment.” she apologizes.

Without a second thought, you unscrewed the cap off the water and chugged the water. Water had never tasted so refreshing before. It was like you’d been roaming in the desert for hours on end and finally found a source of water.

The woman glances at you. You must have looked crazy. “How long have you been out there?”

“Since eight last night.” You sounded better. No more raspy voice that hurts you to speak. “I should have packed a bag but something came up.”

Before you left the house last night, you weren't in your right mind. Your captor never gave you an exact time he’d be home. His return ranged between the eight at night, the dead of night, the crack of dawn, or the morning. Recently, he’d been arriving home at eight. Which is the reason you left with nothing. Looking back, you had no confidence in yourself at getting away. You believed you were going to be caught in a matter of ten minutes. Now look at you.

You turned to the woman, “Thanks…” She finishes the sentence with her name. “Amanda.” You nod rephrasing your sentence, “Thanks Amanda for picking me up.”

Amanda smiles again, this time wider showing off her pearly white teeth. “I couldn't just leave you out there. Now, what’s your name?”

You tell her your name and hope she somehow knows it. Maybe the news reported you missing when you weren’t watching. You hoped so.

Rather than freaking out, realizing she had found a missing person, she simply responded with a “nice to meet you.” You died a little at the rejoinder.

Did no one care enough to report your absence? Not your family or close friends, no one attempted to reach out to the police?

No. You’re just overthinking. Not everyone watches the news or actively looks for missing people. You just had to be around more people. Someone was bound to know your identity.

Still, you can’t ignore the way your hands shake at the thought of being forgotten.

“So what were you out there for? If you don’t mind sharing that is.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. What were you to say? Tell her the truth and find out she was with your captor the whole time or keep your mouth shut and have no help in case he does find you.

A white lie would help.

“Escaping my abusive boyfriend.”

A frown pulled at the woman’s plump lips, her eyebrows scrunching together at your answer. “Do I need to the cops, family members?”

“No,” you responded quickly and harshly. The car fell silent. You took a small breather before speaking. “No, thank you.”

“Please, tell me, is there anything else I can do to help you any further?”

You needed cash, shelter, and a job. There was only one thing you were sure she could help you with. “ I need money and a hotel.”

“Don't worry, I got you covered,” she said softly.

The car began to slow when she placed her foot on the break. She turned the car and moved into a spot that contained a combination of a gas station and an old fashion diner. She parked the car next to a gas pump, then powered it off.

She dug into the middle counsel, pushing around pens and important items, and pulled out a pink wallet. She unzipped the front zipper and pulled out some money.

Amanda held the cash out to you, “Here’s 100 dollars. There's enough for lasting food, a hotel to stay, and a bus.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt just to hug her tightly. “Thank you!” you repeat over and over, like an unanswered prayer. She returned the hug, telling you she didn't mind lending you some service. The hug ended and you needed to plan your next move. What would you spend your money on first?

Well, all you knew was what you’d spend what was given to you on something important.

You looked out the window. Your eyes shift toward the diner. Mo’s dinner was on the sign, “been here since the ’50s.” which was written below.

Right. Food. You haven't eaten since yesterday. Walking as long as you did, you tried to forget your hunger and focus on the main goal of finding shelter or at least some safety.

“I think I’ll have myself a hot breakfast!” you announced. Amanda unlocked the passenger door, “go right ahead. Enjoy your freedom.” You nod, fleeing the car akin to a little kid whose mother gave them money for an ice cream from the ice cream truck.

The entrance bell chimes when you open the door to the cream-colored establishment. Once inside, you settled yourself in a booth in the far back. An old jukebox plays aged music ranging from the 70s to the ’50. Besides you, there was a single person in the restaurant. A man at the bar sipping his morning coffee whilst reading the newspaper.

You extend your arm over to the menu across the table. The menu displays numerous appetizing dishes, varying from breakfast to a juicy steak dinner.

Flipping the page your eyes landed on a mouthwatering breakfast sandwich, including bacon, egg, and cheese.

“Hello ma’am, I’m Stephanie, I’ll be serving you this morning. What would you like?”

You placed the menu aside to give the waitress your whole attention. The woman was of average height, wearing a pink uniform that reminded you of the 50s. She wore a smile that did not reach her black doe eyes. “Did you hear any of that?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you said sincerely, feeling anxious about possibly pissing her off. “Could I have a number six and a sweet tea?”

“Of course, is that it?”

“Umm…yeah, that’s it.”

“Alright then,” she replied disinterestedly. She left quickly, retreating to the kitchen.

You continue gazing at the closed door to the kitchen. What else could you do? You should have brought along something to entertain you, then again there wasn't much back at the house you called a jail cell. For the remainder of the waiting duration, you’d have your thoughts to amuse your lethargy.

Ding Ding

Instinctively, your head turned. 50s music began to fade, superseded by the loud thumping of your heart. Your breathing became shaky, parallel to your hands. Dirty blonde hair is what you see first. It’s him! You repeat in your head, like a religious prayer.

“Jessica, hey!” you heard a joyous exclamation. You watch as the man from the bar rushes over to the person entering the restaurant. Your anxiety left as quickly as it came. A hand places itself onto your cheat, and on the spot your heart thumped rapidly. You had to calm down. You took deep breaths, and your heart slowed with each sip of air. You rest your head on the table.

After taking the time to calm yourself, you analyzed the restaurant furthermore. Now, the place was vacant, since the man had left. Fifteen minutes passed and you found a newspaper from the newspaper rack adjacent to the front entrance.

Nothing in the article was new to you. At your captor’s home, you watched the news almost once a week to see if anyone had reported your disappearance. Nothing ever came up though. At least you were up to date with everything going on.

Your waitress finally returned, carrying your meal on a maroon-colored tray in her left hand. “Sorry for the wait, ma’am. Kitchen malfunction.” she apologized, giving you a guileless smile. This would be the only expression besides tedium that you’d receive from her.

“It's alright,” you said, watching as she placed the food on the table for you to dig into. She left carrying the tray back to the kitchen she emerged from.

You took a bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly to savor the flavor. Juicy and delicious are solely vivid words to illustrate the taste. The egg had a spongy texture that combines well with melted cheese. And the hickory bacon wasn’t too crispy or chewy, it was simply perfect.

Back at the prison, your captor wasn't the best cook. But he tried to be for you. Still, you preferred takeout. Chinese, Italian, and burgers began to become a boring taste on your taste buds. Having a breakfast sandwich was refreshing, to say the least.

“Enjoying your meal, huh?” rough voice inquiries. The question was said cockily but their wrath was audible in the way the last word was spoken.

You stop mid-chew, the overwhelming flavor vanishing from your mind. It now tasted bland. You kept your eyes shut. Were you afraid? No. Afraid couldn't explain the ineffable amount of dread you felt at the moment. Ruffling could be heard on the opposite side of the table; He was sitting down. Your eyes open involuntarily like your body already knew what he wanted it to do.

Across the table, seating snugly is your captor; Leon Kennedy. He looks rougher than the last time you’ve spoken. The dark circle underneath his eye has grown darker. His brunette roots have begun peaking out ruining his natural blonde facade. And he looked exhausted. Must have stayed up all night looking for you.

He looked more than pissed. He appeared disgruntled. Compared to Leon, you were small. But now, Leon was like a giant towering over you. Despite never abusing you in any shape or form, your body shakes like a leaf in the wind. The way he glares down at you drives you to shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“Do you know how long I've been up for, y/n?” he asks whilst pulling out a flask from his jacket pocket.

Regardless of how parched you are, you force yourself to converse with him. “No,” you're voice is brisk and faint.

“Two days. For two days I’ve been on my feet.” He takes a swig of the flask and then continues to rant. “I could have joined you in bed and fallen asleep, but there was a problem. You weren't anywhere.”

He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What the hell is the matter with you? You could have gotten hurt. You probably are.”

Leon is getting angrier, you can tell by the way the furrowed eyebrows deepen and his frown morphs into a glower, as he utters each sentence.

“I’m sorry.” That's all you can say. It's all that comes to mind.

“Sorry won’t make up for the scars you've gotten.” he retorts angrily.

Now you're mirroring his expression. You’re angry and tired as well. Definitely not as tired as him but still tired. “You’re acting as if I didn't have a good reason to run.” you petulantly cross your arms, akin to a child not getting a toy from the store.

Leon wasn’t delusional. Back in the day, when he was a rookie cop, in some aspects he was delusional. However, as the years continue to pass so does his past self. Leon understands what he has done to you is inhumane, but he can’t help it. He kept you locked away for a reason. You won’t get hurt with him by your side.

Leon sighs, closing his eyes and leaning closer with his forearms on the table. “I know, I know.”

You tilt your head, “really? So, why are you mad at me?”

His eyes open, displaying icy-blue orbs. They hold Empathy in them. Empathy Leon has a difficult time communicating to you.

“I keep you in the house for your safety.” He began, taking your hands into his own. “To keep our relationship safe.”

“But I don’t want a relationship with you.”

“I know.”

“So why are you forcing me to stay with you?!”

Leon’s hands squeezed yours, provoking a cry out of you. “All my life I’ve been a generous man. I saved many and gave up my life for others. I’m always providing for someone else and rarely caring for myself. And the one thing I yearn for to the point I was convinced I deserved it. It was you.”

For a beat, he ceases his gabbing. Leon stares down at your connected hands, his thumb starts rubbing against the back of your hand. It’s a domestic act that earns your displeasure.

“For once, allow me to be selfish,” he mumbles, eyes slowly trailing up to meet yours. His lips press your hand, giving it a chaste kiss. “You’re the only thing I’ll fight to keep for myself.”

Part of you wishes the relationship was normal. Leon truly did care for you, and you still cared for him, But he did something unforgiving. He took away your free will.

“...you can’t just steal a person, Leon. You can’t expect me to love you.”

“I don’t.”

“So why won’t you let me go? You still have Ada, don’t you? You were more into her than me. Why isn’t she in my position?”

“Because I love you, not her. You haven't betrayed me. Well, not until now.” he jokes, letting out a faint chuckle.

Leon pulls out his wallet, his fingers sliding through the pockets to find his card. “Wrap your food up. We’re leaving.” he puts his wallet back in his back pocket, “Be right back. Stay here.” he commanded sternly.

The waitress is at the bar, cleaning the counter with a blue rag. Leon approaches her with an “Excuse me.”

Leon put too much faith in you because you were on your feet immediately when his back was turned. You quietly inched towards the door and ever so slowly dragged the door inwards. Leon was distracted, the waitress deciding she’d flirt with him despite seeing you and him together. You manage to slip through the door before Leon notices your second escape attempt.

You bolt out the door when you hear the enraged roar of your name from behind. You grip the railing to the stairs, running down them, tripping a couple of times. You don’t look but you know Leon’s on your tail. The door slams against the wall, the bell ringing loudly.

“Y/n, get back here!”

Amanda’s car was still parked by the gas pump. You sprint towards it, slipping through the tight space of the car and the gas pump. Luckily for you, Amanda was in the car, applying her strawberry-pink lipstick.

“Amanda!” you shout, startling her enough that she drags the lipstick across her cheek. She shouts, frightened by your sudden appearance. She looks at you, like you're crazy. She says your name to clarify the person at her window, “What are you doing.”

You shake your head, “yo-you gotta help me, he-” you say breathlessly.

“Hey, Amanda.” you hear Leon’s voice call out. Unlike you, he isn’t out of breath. Thanks to his military training. Amanda peeks her head out the window, she smiles waving at Leon. “Hey, Lee!”

Your eyes widen till it’s physically impossible to widen anymore. She knows Leon. Your body feels numb as you watch them interact like old friends. You feel like you aren’t real at the moment. Like you're watching the scene unfold outside your body.

“Sorry, she just came back from the hospital. She isn’t in her right mind right now.” Leon excuses, leading you to his car like a shepherd's dog guiding the sheep to its pen.

Amanda nods as she understands completely. “No worries, I’m just glad I found her before she hurt herself.”

Leon puts you in the passenger seat and closes the vehicle door. The keys lock the door from the inside, so you are left choiceless.

Leon joins you in the driver’s seat, definitely too angered to chide you. He seethed quietly, powering on the engine with the quick twist of the car keys.

Wordlessly, you buckle up. You wouldn’t make an endeavor to anger Leon any further.

You’d allow him to be selfish. Allow him to have you.

What other option did you have now?

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 9 months

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Hey Jealousy

Pairing: EddieXReader

Request: May i request Construction Worker Eddie x Hairstylist Reader? Established relationship Jealous Eddie he comes into his fiancé’s hair salon during his lunch flowers & coffee in hand🥹🤍 the customer in her chair is flirting with her , she is paying him no mind just keeps on cutting his hair laughing but not flirting, once they get home for the day a little bit of ANGST , but reader knows how to make sure Eddie knows she only wants him que in the SMUT🥰😩

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Eddie pulled open the door to the hair salon, walking in with a big grin. He'd come to surprise you at work on his lunch. He knew how much you loved to see him in his gear, his hard hat had been used in the bedroom on more than one occassion. He had stopped at the florist and grabbed a bouquet of daisies, your favorite, and then popped into the coffee shop next door for your afternoon pick me up latte that he knew you always required.

He saw you working on a customer, some guy in your chair. He looked maybe a couple years older than you, blonde and buff in a fitted tee and cargo pants. Eddie watched as he said something and you laughed, one of his favorite sounds in the world, but the sound of it coming from you because of that guy caused something ugly to twist up inside of him.

"Man, I am serious. If you're down here cutting my hair, then who's running heaven?"

You smiled, shaking your head, and just continued to cut, not responding. Eddie's grip on your coffee cup tightened, causing hot liquid to splash over. He jumped, cursing, when his burned the skin of his hand.

You glanced up, catching sight of him in the mirror, and beamed, spinning around. Your eyes took in the floors and then the smushed coffee cup and you tilted your head, looking concerned and a bit confused.

"Hey baby...you okay?" you asked sweetly.

"Fine. I was on my lunch and thought I would surprise you." He held up his gifts, his tone sharp and annoyed.

"That's so sweet," you replied uncertainly, clearly put off by the obvious difference between his words and his body language. "You know I love when I get to see you in the middle of the day."

"Yeah, looks like it. I'll just set these here." He hurriedly placed them on your counter, shooting a glare to the guy sitting in your chair for good measure, satisfied when he recoiled slightly. Good. Let him think twice before he hit on Eddie's girl again. "I'll see you at home."

"Eddie, wait...what..."

But he turned and went out the door, the sound of the bell tinkling overhead.

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You walked in the door after work, annoyed and ready for a fight. Eddie had ruined the rest of your day with his behavior. He was clearly pissed and you had no idea what the hell you had done to make him so.

He laid on the couch, beer in his hand, watching some rock documentary on MTV. You tossed your purse on the coffee table and sat down in the chair in the corner to remove your shoes, feet killing you after an eight hour shift of standing. Eddie didn't even acknowledge your presence, no usual kiss and hello, no sweeping you up in his arms and telling you how much he missed you and that upset you more than anything.

"Okay, what exactly did I do to get you all pissed off at me?" you demanded. "Because I have been wracking my brain but I can't come up with one damn thing I could have done in the whole two minutes you were in the shop."

Eddie did an overly dramatic, unkind imitation of you laughing, tossing his head back and holding his chest, "Oh, you think I'm an angel fallen from heaven? Oh, that's so sweet. Oh, I'm just going to melt right now."

Your eyes narrowed, "Are you fucking serious? I didn't say any of those damn things. I didn't even respond to him, Eddie."

"You may as well have with your laughing and smiling."

"Get bent! I have a job, a job that depends on tips and customers returning because they're happy with my work. What did you want me to do?"

"Throw him out of your chair! You have a boyfriend or did you forget that?"

"I didn't forget anything but I am not throwing a customer out of my chair because they were a bit flirty. After you left, he was silent. I finished his cut, he paid, and he left. I never gave him any indication that I was interested. I would never and you should damn well know that. I can't believe you don't trust me, Eddie."

"I never said I didn't trust you," he grumbled. "Look, I know it's stupid. I know you wouldn't do that but I hate when other guys flirt with you. Hell, I hate when they so much as look at you. You're mine. I just don't want you deciding that maybe you'd be better off with one of them."

"Baby..." You dropped to the floor, sliding on your knees over to the couch, sitting in front of him. Your fingers ran through his hair, playing with the ends. "That is never going to happen because you're the only one I want. I am yours, only yours, always. And you're mine."

You rose onto your knees, pressing your lips against his, your tongue slipping along his bottom lip, teasing until he parted his lips, his tongue finding yours, curling around it. HIs hand gripped the back of your head, crushing your mouths against each other as your hand slid under his shirt, fingers playing with the hair just above the button of his jeans and he groaned, low and slow, into the kiss.

"You are the only man I ever want," you whispered against his lips, unbutton and then unzipping his pants. "You are everything I want." You grabbed onto them, Eddie helping by lifting his hips and then using his feet to shove them down his legs and off, pooling on the floor. "Let me show you how much I want you."

You climb onto the couch, settling between his legs, his eyes watching you intently, dark with desire. Gripping his length in your hand, you stroke him softly, watching as his mouth drops open, listening to the soft growl that comes from back in his throat, feeling him against your hand, soft yet rigid.

"Fuck baby," Eddie hisses, hips rising up off the couch, needy for more.

"You should know by now how much I want you, Eddie," you muse, dropping to your stomach, your hand continuing to move over him ay just the tip of your tongue slides along the underside of his cock and it twitches in response. "I guess I just have to keep reminding you."

"Yeah, princess, remind me," he demands, crying out as you lick his full length again.

This time, when you reach the head, you wrap your lips around it, just the head, sucking it in, swirling your tongue over it, tasting the salty precum that collected there. You suck a little harder as your hand continues to slip along the length and Eddie's hand tangles roughly in your hair. He pushes on your head, trying to get you to take all of him but you hold back.

"Shit...oh shit...princess, come on."

You release the head of dick with a loud pop, your hand stilling, a devilish smile on your face as you look up at your boyfriend, desperate and needy for your mouth. It is such a fucking high when you get him like this, willing to beg for you. He releases a sound of frustration.

"Oh, if you don't use your words Eddie, how am I supposed to know what you want?" you tease, flicking the tip with your tongue and his hand in your hair balls into a fist, tugging it from the scalp, sending shivers of pleasure straight to your core.

"Take all of it, sweetheart," he growled. "Come on. Take all of my cock. I know you can."

"Now, that's my good boy," you praised and then you swallowed him whole, humming with delight when he bellowed, back arching, hips raising. You pressed your hands against him, pushing him back down.

"Yes baby, that's it...so good...goddamn..." Eddie gasped, hips rolling against your mouth, fucking it, the tip of him scratching the back of your throat each time. "Love that pretty little mouth...takes me so good...Jesus Christ..."

Replacing your mouth with your hand, you continued pumping his length, tongue slipping along the underside of him to lick at his balls, teasing. When you took one of them between your lips, sucking and rolling it, the sound Eddie made was animalistic, a sound you weren't sure you could describe if you wanted to.

"Don't stop baby, just like that...fuck...sweetheart...fuck me..."

You moved to the other one, lavishing it with attention, keeping a firm grip on him, feeling his balls tighten as his orgasm built up. It wouldn't be long now. Your tongue ran over the sides of his cock, your hand cradling his balls, continuing to stimulate them, as you took him back in your mouth. You worked your mouth over him, once, twice, three times and then his hand was gripping your hair so hard that your scalp was stinging and he was shooting ribbons of release down your throat as he cried your name over and over.

"Jesus...shit...fuck..." he muttered, collapsing back on the couch, that beautiful mane plastered to his sweaty face.

You sat back, swallowing, swiping the side of your mouth with your finger to gather what had spilled out, satisfied with yourself for making him lose all control. It was so empowering to know you could make him come completely undone for you. Eddie propped himself up on his elbows, staring at you and then he was on you, ripping off your clothes and tossing them every which way.

His hands gripped your knees, pressing them apart. One hand grabbed onto the arm of the couch, the other gripping his length, pumping it a couple times to get himself ready once again. He placed the tip at your entrance, slipping it through your wetness, through your folds, running it over your clit teasingly.

"You want this cock, baby?" he whispered, dipping his head, nose brushing over yours.

"Yes..."

"You only want this cock, don't you?"

"Yes, only yours," you breathed, your fingers running over his back, craving the feel of him filling you, stretching you.

"That's right. My cock is the only one that will ever fill this pussy," he demanded as he slid inside of you, pressing until he filled you to the hilt, holding himself still, closing his eyes and just relishing the feel of your warm wetness surrounding him. "And this pussy is mine."

He pulled back until only just the tip was left, leaving you feeling empty but then he slammed back into you with force, your skin slapping together loudly, echoing throughout the room. You gasped, nails raking over his skin as he did it again and again, forceful thrusts that were meant to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

Eddie's hand ran over your calf, bringing your leg up, his lips pressing over the skin of her leg and ankle before pressing it back by your ear, allowing him to press even deeper within you. You saw stars when his cock hit that delicious little spot that had you screaming his name. His other hand came to your breast, kneading and pinching and twisting, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.

"Who do you belong to, baby?" he hissed, hips rolling over yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

"You...only you...fuck..."

"Only me, always me, forever," Eddie confirmed, hand slipping from your breast and between your bodies to tease at your clit, pinching, flicking, circling, rubbing as you gasped, panted, chest heaving, eyes rolling.

"Only you...all I want...fuuuuck....you're all I want...."

You were losing all control. You were a pressure cooker that was about to explode, sending remnants everywhere. You couldn't stop it if you wanted to and fuck, you definitely didn't want to. Your back arched, nails digging into his back and raking down, as you screamed long and loud, your orgasm exploding from within you.

"Fuck yes, princess. You're so damn beautiful when you lose control," he grunted, rutting deeply within you, chasing his own release. "Jesus H. Christ...I'm gonna baby, I'm....shiiiiiiit!"

Eddie's body rocked over top of you, muscles quivering under your fingers as he filled you once again. He stilled, head dropping and then collapsed on top of you, pressing gentle kisses to every single inch of your face.

"Fucking shit...that was so damn good..." he groaned.

"Yeah," you gasped, cradling his head against your chest. "So, did I do a good job of reminding you? Are we done acting like a big old baby? Do we know that it doesn't matter if other men flirt with me because you're the only one I want?"

"Yes." He lifted his head, smiling sheepishly at you. "But you know, I might still need reminding sometimes. My memory isn't always the best."

"Oh yeah?" you laughed, hands coming to his cheeks, gazing down lovingly at this man who drove you crazy in more ways than one.

"Yeah, definitely. Lots of reminders would be appreciated," he grinned, pressing his lips to yours.

#eddie munson #eddie the banished #stranger things eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x femreader

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I can literally imagine preggo wife randomly going vegan after watching a bbc documentary on animals and automatically contradicting it after seeing Joel eat the fattest steak known to mankind.

She'd be soooooo dignified too. Like peeling her soy beans and boasting how full and satisfied she is. Plus she's saving helpless baby animals who remind her of the baby she's carrying. It all makes sense. Mothers care for life.

And Joel's telling her how ridiculous she's being, that she needs protein and natural things found in meat for her AND the baby, that she's not going to get enough nutrients from peeling beans all day.

And Joel just knows, if he directly tells you otherwise, you'll be more stubborn and go even harder on your vegan trip. So he takes a better approach and let's you do you.

And cooks the most fabulous, juiciest, thickest steak, the most expensive cut from the deli too, and only makes one for himself. And you're sitting across from him at the table, staring at him lightly salt it while you poke at your nuts and berries. Feeling so exhausted and hungry and yet crazed like a lioness ready to attack a child just to get food. (Its been 27 hours since you watched the documentary).

Joel cuts a cubed piece and puts it in his mouth, moaning loudly and chewing slowly. Making a big show of how delicious it is, savoring the flavor without saying a word to you.

He glances at you gripping your fork so hard it's bending. And he decides to get up and get a glass of water.

He turns for maybe 0.4 seconds and hears a loud thunk of a chair hitting the ground and shuffling feet before looking back to his place setting and seeing you tear into his steak with your bear hands, k9s sawing away and your jaw working extra hard to rip big chunks of it in your mouth.

And then he's running over to you and cutting it up quickly into small bite sized pieces, lecturing to you about a fork so you don't accidentally choke. Doesn't even get upset you've swallowed his $35 dinner whole without asking.

Joel just knows what you need, and how to convince you properly whenever you wanna be stubborn about it.

#joel dealing with preggo wife #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff

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Chapter Fifteen - I’m done with you

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again

Warning: References to/implications of violence (mild)

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 16

Series Masterlist

Bucky sits in his office chair utterly seething, a group of his men surrounding the desk. Steve and Sam exchange a nervous look, practically feeling the anger pouring out of their leader and friend.

"So let me get this straight..." Bucky starts through gritted teeth.

"So not only did she see the car...she ran towards it, then stepped into the middle of oncoming traffic...was nearly hit by a cab...only to be saved by a random guy. A random guy who then proceeded to hit on her...and get her phone number. Is that everything?" he asked the group, almost spitting venom.

Clint and Scott exchanged brief fearful glances before Clint spoke.

"Yes, boss. We're sorry, she ran out so quickly and the cab was just there...we never could've got to her in ti-"

Bucky held up a hand to silence him.

"Ignoring the fact she only ran out because she saw you...why did nobody go out and check on her? Or call me?? Why exactly did you stand by and let some guy have his hero moment and talk with her long enough to ask her out?" he spat, the edges of his calm façade slipping.

"We're sorry boss" Scott chimed in nervously. "You always say not to approach her...to keep our distance...and we didn't-"

Bucky interrupted him. "I didn't think I'd have to spell out that if you see her in danger or another guy trying to fuck her then it's alright to intervene. You're not filming a fucking nature documentary" he spat, slamming his fist into the mahogany desk.

Scott and Clint nodded, their heads hanging low.

Bucky sighed. "Okay. Everyone out except Steve and Sam" he gestured dismissively to the door with his hand.

"And you two" he pointed at Scott and Clint. "Come back here in ten for some extra training" he barked. "Seems you need a refresher."

Scott and Clint nodded again, swallowing with fear as they knew exactly what 'training' entailed.

"Don't be too hard on 'em, Buck" said Steve after the others had filed out and the door had closed.

"Nobody really knows what you want them to do with this girl. If they're just watching or stepping in. It's not exactly their day job. Everyone thought you wanted to stop following her".

Bucky sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes with his hands. Steve and Sam were the only members of the group who could speak freely like this with him. As much as it annoyed him, he knew it was important for the boss not to exist in an echo chamber.

The only other person who could speak to him like that was you.

"Sounds like you need some damage control after what happened in the bakery anyway" Sam added. "Not sure why you thought flaunting another girl in her face was a good idea..."

Bucky groaned. "I dunno. I fucked up. I was just trying to make her jealous and keep her on her toes. She seemed standoffish after our night together and I didn't want her to think I was whipped. I thought she'd just get mad and we'd do our bickering back and forth like always. I didn't want her thinking I'd gone soft just because we'd slept together..."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Well, you were so convincing you drove her into the arms of another man. So, good job" he scoffed.

Bucky knew they were right. He wasn't used to have feelings like this. Normally he slept with a woman once or twice and lost interest like clockwork. But you had got under his skin, chewed your way through into his mind. He had no idea how to handle it. But clearly he was failing, regardless.

"It's not important right now. How are we doing with that weapons deal?" he asked authoritatively. Snapping back into boss mode. Into familiar territory, the world he knew.

"Good. Stark is onboard. He's just weighing up the best way to bury the loss of inventory so that there are no questions raised if he gets audited" Steve replied.

Bucky nodded. "Okay, good. Let me know when we're having the sit down".

He turned to Sam. "We still haven't heard from our HYDRA friends in a while. Do we know what's going on there?"

Sam shook his head. "We've been asking around but nobody has heard anything. Maybe they're laying low to get the feds off their back, or they pissed off the wrong people".

Bucky thought carefully. "It's not like them to keep so quiet for this long. And they're not smart enough to lay low this efficiently. If they'd pissed someone off this badly I think we would've heard about it. Don't let up. I want to know where they've been hiding".

Sam nodded, adding a note in his phone.

They spoke more about business until a tentative knock at the door interrupted them.

Bucky sighed, pulling off his jacket and stretching his arms out. "Come in fellas" he said sinisterly.

Scott and Clint filed in sheepishly as Steve and Sam headed out. Steve shot Bucky another look and gestured subtly to the nervous men as he left.

Bucky nodded, knowing full well what Steve was trying to communicate. He wasn't really going to hurt them hurt them, just remind them of their orders. Sometimes people learn better by showing rather than telling.

"Alright, who's first?"

You walked to the bakery practically skipping, still high on your meeting with Peter from the day before. You'd been texting since last night and already had plans to meet on Friday evening.

Occasionally glimpses of Bucky flashed into your mind. His icy blue eyes. The smell of his cologne. How his arms felt as he held your hips that night you were together...

But you shook them away. Bucky was behind you now. It was better for you both - you could now meet a nice man who actually liked you and didn't play games - and he could go on fucking his way through the women of New York City and beyond, unencumbered by pesky distractions like 'feelings' or 'being a decent human being'. And life would go on. And that was fine.

But Bucky was hard to shake, even after everything he'd done. He was like a stain you couldn't fully scrub clean. Still, you were determined to remove him from your thoughts.

You filled Wanda in once you reached the bakery, babbling excitedly as you told her about Peter and the taxi and your date on Friday. She gasped, eyes wide as she got up to speed.

"Are you sure you didn't accidentally cast a love spell or something?" she teased. "All these men..."

You rolled your eyes as you pulled out the sheet of brownies Wanda had baked that morning, setting them down in the display cabinet.

"It's only two men, Wands" you scoffed, moving to line up the cupcakes at the front. "And one of them is very much off the scene".

Wanda chuckled as her gaze panned to the store windows, her face suddenly falling. "Huh. I guess not everyone got that memo".

You glanced up to see what Wanda meant only to find Bucky in the distance striding towards the store. You only see him briefly before you turn away so he doesn't see you, but you catch a glimpse of his face. He didn't look happy. But then, when does he?

You knew you didn't want to face him right now, unable to take whatever little game he wanted to play with you. It was just too much. You didn't want him to bring you down from your high, so you made a split decision.

"I'm not here" you spluttered as you catapulted into the back room.

"What??" hisses Wanda after you.

"I dunno tell him I'm on a supply run or something. He'll leave once he realises I'm not here. Thanks, I owe you one!!" you call back at her, slightly frantic.

Wanda sighed as she watched Bucky reach the front door. She plastered on her best service smile as he walked in.

"Hi, Mr. Barnes. What can I get for you today?" she asked.

You listen from the back, impressed by how breezy Wanda sounds.

Bucky casts an eye over the store, carefully inspecting every corner as if you were somewhere he just hadn't noticed yet.

"Where's your boss?" he questions, strolling up to the counter.

Wanda smiled back. "She's not here. She's out picking up some piping bags as our order got delayed. Do you want me to pass a message on?"

You silently applaud her for her quick thinking.

Bucky's jaw ticks. "Huh. That's too bad" he says pensively. "Is she working tomorrow?"

Wanda pauses, unsure if she's meant to tell him or not. She stalls for a moment but they're interrupted by the bell ringing, announcing someone else coming inside.

They both turn to look at him. It's a delivery man with a clipboard, clutching a handful of helium balloons which he carefully manoeuvres through the door.

Wanda looks at him blankly before he speaks.

"Hey. Got a delivery here for..." his finger runs down the page and he reads out your name.

Wanda's face twists in surprise. "Oh! Yeah I can sign for that...minion balloons huh?"

You know she only said that out loud for your benefit.

The guy shrugs and passes the clipboard to her. "I just deliver what I get".

You clasp your hands over your mouth as you hear what they are, dangerously close to crying out with excitement as your stomach flips. Peter was even sweeter than you realised.

"Are you done?" barks Bucky as he watches the man take the clipboard back. "We are in the middle of something here.."

The man scoffs. "Listen pal, I'm just doing my jo-"

But he cuts himself off when he turns to Bucky and fully takes him in. Fearful recognition spreads over his face.

"Oh I'm s-sorry Sir" he stammers nervously, clutching the clipboard and putting the pen back behind his ear. "Yes, all done here, sorry to interrupt".

He rushes out of the store and you remember just how intimidating Bucky's reputation is. You very nearly blow your cover by storming out and chastise him for intimidating people just trying to do their jobs. But you stay put.

"Uh yeah, she's here tomorrow morning" Wanda finally relents. "She's opening the store up".

Bucky nods at her. He shoots a confused glance at the balloons before leaving.

You give it a moment to make sure he's finally gone before sprinting back into the front, nearly smashing into the counter in your eagerness.

You screech are the sight of the balloons, there are three of them in the shape of minions. You giggle and snap a photo on your phone, texting it to Peter to share your appreciation.

Wanda watches on in confusion. "Minions..?" she asks tentatively.

"Oh yeah. I was dressed like a minion when we met and it's kinda become a thing" you explain, smiling at your phone.

Wanda chuckled. "So you have in-jokes already? Promising..."

"I'm not sure everyone appreciated your gift, though" she countered, nodding to the door where Bucky had just left.

You sigh. "Ugh. I'm sorry you had to deal with him. Thanks for covering for me. Don't worry I'll send him on his way tomorrow" you say casually, waving a hand dismissively.

"You're not worried about him?" Wanda asks curiously.

You shook your head. "Nah. I mean, sometimes. But not really, no. I just need to be in the right headspace for his schtick. And I wasn't today..." you explain, shrugging.

Wanda nods thoughtfully. Your phone buzzes as a message pops up on your screen.

Glad they got there in one piece! 😃 See you on Friday. Maybe leave the overalls at home. P x

You grinned excitedly. This was one of your favourite stages of a new romantic prospect, each text filling you with butterflies and anticipation.

The day went by in a flash, the usual to-and-fro of customers and no more Bucky or minion themed deliveries. Pepper called in briefly to say hello, delighted to see how well the store was doing and congratulating you on a job well done - which made you swell with pride. She was in the process of hiring a new store assistant to help out during busier shifts, taking the pressure off you and Wanda which you both welcomed. She said she'd send you the resumes of her shortlist and you could give her your thoughts.

Before you knew it you were locking up for the night - battling with the keys while you wrestled with the unruly balloons at the same time.

You set off home clutching the balloons as you read through your messages. You were replying to Peter, a smirk on your face as you ambled along the sidewalk. You didn't even notice the SUV creeping alongside you until a deep voice broke you out of your concentration.

"Hey, Doll".

You jump, your hand clasping your phone as you hold it to your chest in surprise. Your startled expression morphs into annoyance when you see who it is.

Bucky was leaning out of the backseat window, smiling innocently as the car rolled along next to you. He looked great as always, a section of his slicked back hair slipping down onto his forehead. You had to resist the urge to reach out and tuck it back in.

"What do you want, Bucky?" you ask flatly.

"Did you get the piping bags?" he mocks.

"Yep" you snap, continuing along the street with your eyes facing forward.

You thought the image must've been funny, a grown woman clutching minion balloons as a man leaning out of SUV drives alongside her at a glacial pace. But you were too annoyed by Bucky to see the humour in the situation.

"Cute balloons. Who they from?" he asks, reaching out to pull on the foil strings. You swat his hand away with a sharp slap.

"A new friend" you mutter as you continue on, wondering if you can make a detour to shake off your new shadow.

"Look at you. Always making friends...anyone I know?"

"I doubt it. We don't exactly run in the same circles". Your voice is cold and prickly.

"Oh, well, you wanna tell me how you met?" he teases.

"I'd rather not".

"Want a ride home?" he asked. "We have space for your new inflatable friends, too".

"No thanks. My legs work just fine" you spit back at him. "I thought you'd stopped following me?"

"I have. Was just in the neighbourhood is all" he shrugs.

Liar.

You roll your eyes knowingly.

"Can we talk?" he asks quietly.

If you didn't know any better you would've detected a hint of desperation in his voice.

"There's nothing to say" you respond. "Maybe ask Allegra if you're looking to chat to someone". You curse yourself for sounding more annoyed than you wanted.

Bucky scoffs. "Not jealous, are you doll?"

"Why would I be jealous? Because we slept together last week, you kicked me out on my ass, ignored me for days and then you brought another woman to where I work?"

He frowned. "I may not have handled this as well as I could've..."

"No shit".

You stop and turn to face him. The car comes to a halt too.

You reach out and finally tuck that errant strand of hair behind his ear and lean in, smiling sweetly. Bucky's posture stiffens, inwardly ecstatic about this unexpected physical touch as he leans closer to you.

"Leave. Me. Alone" you practically whisper to him, carefully enunciating each word. "Stop following me. Stop showing up at my work. Torture someone else. I'm done with you".

You give him a quick kiss on his cheek almost mockingly and move as far away from the car as possible, ignoring his final pleas as you put your earphones in and begin to play music, drowning him out.

Bucky sighed. He really had fucked up with you.

But he wasn't licked yet.

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THE PLANK | JJK

Jungkook x reader

When you do planks and your he slides under you and kisses you

Best friends

Angst | fluff

Word count ; 845

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The gym is empty. No one seems to be around, and that's just what you wanted. Walking inside, you placed your backpack in the corner of a wall and removed your t-shirt. Working out has become your favourite activity, you must give credits to your best friend for that, he's the one who initiated the fire to getting fit and burning

calories. You usually work out in his place. He's got a whole gym in his house. From the machines to the weights, damn. So you're a bit bored and lonely. Your best friend Kayla is getting engaged in a month and you're supposed to be her

bridesmaid, ain't no way you wanna look bloated and messy, you're determined to tone your body and muscles, plus working out is so fun!! You tied up your hair into a messy bun and began to jog in the treadmill for about 20 minutes.

A woman walked in and greeted me with a smile, I finally had some company, even though I wanted to spend my time alone in the gym. You did all your workouts with weights, and only pushups, planks, and stretching were left. You took a deep breath,

feeling your muscles getting weaker as you were now tired after an hour. You sipped on your water bottle and then laid on the yoga mat, ready to start off with planks. You counted from 1 to 10, then you relaxed and started counting 1 to 20 with your eyes closed.

"Hey!" You heard a man squeak, and you opened your eyes to meet with your best friend Jungkook under you. "Oh my- fuck-"

you lost balance and immediately sat up, holding on to your exhaling the sudden shock. Jungkook giggled like a bunny and placed his head on his arm, his elbow on the mat. "Did I scare you?" He questioned, and you gave him a piercing look. "Is that even a question! You made my heart skip a beat!" You hit his arm

and nodded with a huge smile on his face. "I didn't expect to see you at the gym on a Saturday evening, you usually curl with your blanket and watch some stupid documentary munching corn curls." You give him a proud look and cross your arms on your chest.

"I've come out of that habit, now! I find working out more fascinating, so move!" You push him out of the mat and get into your plant position, Jungkook placed his tongue inside his cheek, biting into it as he finds your latest habit very attractive.

Working out has always been his favourite activity but seeing his best friend who is also one of the most beautiful women he's seen, prioritising workouts kinda turns him on. He's always a flirt, but today seeing you alone in the gym, wearing that tight gym fit and your hair in a messy bun that makes you hotter just makes him feel some tension.

"Two- three-" You start counting, staying in your high plank and exhaling slowly. Jungkook slides under you and watches your features closely. You slowly opened your eyes and scoffed in sudden shock, "What are you doing, kook?!" "Admiring you."

He whispers, and your eyes meet him that is already staring back at you. He does the triangle look. From your eye to your lips to your eye, and that's dangerous. "Don't fall on me, that's not gonna end good." He murmurs with hooded eyes while clenching his jaw and kicking his lips.

His intense stare wasn't making his easy, your messy bun was now bringing more stranges of hair to your face and Jungkook took this opportunity to place the strands behind your ears, his fingers softly rushing your skin while you tried hard to not give up on the plank that's even more than 20 seconds. "You look beautiful."

He whispered, and you gulp, you both breathing heavily after his words. You both continue to have an eye lock without realising he comes forward, placing a kiss on your nose, and then you fall into his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and began to laugh. "Ow-"

you whispered as his rock hardiness hit yours a bit too hard, the man laughing made things worse. "Stop laughing!" Jungkook turned around, placed you on the mat as he hovered over you and looked into your eyes. "Did I make you weak?"

He asked and you rolled your eyes even though you actually felt weaker now. "Get away!" "Not until you answer my question." He brushed his nose gently on yours and you gasped, "kook-" "excuse me?"

You both faced the voice that belonged to a gym instructor and oh boy was this embarrassing. "This ain't a bedroom, young couple. This a gym." The beautiful muscular black woman spoke, giving you both a smirk before walking away.

"Get out kook!"

You pushed him aside and grabbed your mat and walked to your bag.

"Dinner at mine?"

Jungkook murmured and you looked at him and nodded…

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aeoncss · 1 month

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Hi, could I please request some Mike x reader fluff of just a cosy night in with him? Like cooking together, watching nature documentaries, falling asleep on the sofa, etc. :)

gum | mike schmidt x gn!reader

cw: none, just tooth rotting fluff <3

— cozy days in are one of mike’s favorite ways to spend time with you.

it’s not busy or rushed. everything is simple with no plans attached. the second you suggest staying in, he’s already thinking of what he could make for dinner and what movie he could pair it with.

he’s not great with dates, honestly doesn’t have the money to really splurge with them either, but mike will go all out if your plans involve staying home. it’s one of his favorite ways to really show you how much he appreciates you.

you’ve been sitting on the couch, cross legged while some random documentary was playing on the tv with low volume. you could hear the sounds of something sizzling, and the softest humming stemming from the kitchen.

your head peaks out from behind the corridor to see mike standing shirtless in front of the sink, mumbling lyrics to himself while he cleans the last bit of dishes that were left out. turning your head, your stomach rumbles when you catch a glimpse of what he’s cooking—

“aye—“ mike quickly interrupts you, standing in front of you with a lopsided grin as he’s already pushing you away from the kitchen. “didn’t i tell you to go sit down and relax?”

“i wanted to see what you were doing,” you huffed, narrowing your eyes up at him. you tried to take another peak at the stove, but mike was quick enough to block your view, pushing you further back.

“mikeee,”

“go,” he ordered with that stupid smile of his. he spun you around, hands on your hips as he’s already gently pushing you over towards the couch.

a breath escapes you briskly when the feeling of his rough stubble hits your neck, a soft kiss being placed just below your ear. a tap at your hip, then you no longer feel his hands on you.

it takes ten minutes for him to finish up whatever he’s so adamant on keeping a surprise. your eyes glance up to see him strolling out of the kitchen, holding a plate and a glass of your favorite drink — and now you realize just why he wanted to keep you away from seeing his masterpiece.

it was your favorite meal, something you had only mentioned to him a few times. it was something you didn’t make often, usually making it for abby more than anything during the late night shifts when you had to take care of her, and now you were being spoiled.

“here— it’s hot, be careful.” mike muttered as he gently passed you over the plate, setting down the drink on the coffee table in front of you.

your heart feels like it’s about to soar out of your damn chest.

you’re quiet as you hold the plate on your lap, admiring just how delicious the meal looks.

“…how’d you know?” you ask softly, tilting your chin upwards to catch mike now coming to sit beside you with a plate of his own. he settles down beside you, shoulders brushing with one another.

he shrugs, already grabbing a bite of the meal when his eyes catch yours for a second. “kept it in mind after you made it for abby a few weeks ago. she wouldn’t stop talking about it, said it was her favorite.”

it was hard to concentrate on both the documentary playing on the tv and eating the meal — when all you could think about was how loved you felt. how seen and heard, just the smallest details making the biggest impact.

after finishing up, you begged mike to just sit down and relax while you cleaned up in the kitchen. it didn’t take long, as he had cleaned up some during the process of cooking the meal, so it only took a few minutes before you were joining him back on the couch.

he was laying down flat on his back, one arm stretched under his head while the other gently stroked mindless lines and circles around your ribcage and back. you were flush with him, chest to chest with your head resting below his chin.

“thank you,” the words were soft escaping your lips. nearly a mumble, sleep threatening to take over your senses.

there’s a low rumble that vibrates mike’s chest, chuckling quietly. his hand that was previously stroking a gentle pattern on your back moved through the soft strands of your hair, scratching carefully at your scalp.

“just wanted to take care of you. that’s all.”

“you spoil me too much.” you grumble, hating how easily you felt like a blushing mess around the guy you’ve been dating for months. you should be used to this by now, but mike always has the upper hand when it comes to you — everything flipping you off your feet.

“i don’t spoil you enough, angel.” mike replied back quickly, his lips pressing a soft kiss against the crown of your hairline. “now rest. i’ll be right here.”

#i’m gonna throw UP #mike schimdt x you #fnaf movie mike #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schimdt smut #fnaf movie #fnaf

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If I hated you

Jill Roberts x f! Reader

Ever since I was 14 I hated Jill. She was amazing, Her hazel eyes that flickered with joy when we’d watch murder documentaries in history class, her cute dimples that showed when Kirby and Trevor talked with her and the way she’d shyly walk around me when we passed each other in the hall.

I used to bully Jill in middle school through high school because of her Tomboy style and her movie nerdiness until she began to date Trevor who tried to fight me multiple times.

And all the reasons I hated her? They were what made me fall for her. I was totally in love with Jill Roberts, I always was. That’s what made me hate her so much, because I was so scared to accept myself and scared about how my family would react…god.

I now just acted like I hated her because I didn’t want to love her. I’m so scared of everything.

Jill and I had a fight today. She was with Trevor smirking and flirting so I hit her books to the floor and she called me a bitch and we started fighting. I told her to fuck off and went to class.

After class I went to the bathroom and as I was washing my hands Jill wrapped her arms around me with one hand over my mouth; “fucked with me on the wrong day, y/n.” Jill says looking at me in the mirror I elbow her and try to get away but stop when I see the bathroom door was locked. Jill chuckles and throws me back against the sink facing the mirror, those hazel eyes turning a slight shade of brown when she looked into mine through the mirror, “you’re just so jealous…” she says as I feel a cold metal against my neck. “J-Jill…” I whimper out as I see the knife against my throat. “You’re so envious…at first I thought it was because of Sidney or Trevor but now…” I feel her free hand run along my waist towards the front of my jeans and she pulls them down and pushes my clit against the corner of the sink causing me to moan slightly, “I can tell by the way you watch me, constantly checking me out, looking to my lips…you were jealous I was with anyone but you…” I blushed hard as she basically ripped me out of the closet sort to speak.

Jill cut my shirt open right down the middle exposing my light blue bra causing Jill to hum as she kissed my neck, her eyes never leaving mine. “Is this what you’ve wanted?” She asks seductively right next to my ear before she began to suck on the lobe gently. I moan softly as she chuckles and begins to pull down my panties so I can feel the cold sink against my throbbing clit, “Jill~shit-“ I whimper feeling her free hand unclipping my bra and letting it fall into the sink, “did you know my favorite color was blue?” She asks as her hands grasped my breasts and I moan softly, my hips bucking causing me to whimper as my clit is stimulated again. Jill cups my cheek and turns my head to face her, a look on her face I’ve never seen before. “I’ve wanted this for a while too baby…” Jill says as she kisses my neck, grinding against my ass and groping my breasts. Her moans were soft and she pants as she humps me until I cum against the sink. “You’re mine.” She says slapping my tit. “Jill…” I whimper as I come down from my high, my juices dripping down my thighs, “nothing happened…if you tell anyone I’ll use that knife on you.” She says as she pulls away from me, leaving me a panting mess as she casually walks out of the bathroom slipping the knife back into her backpack before she fully exits. I shake my head trying to wake myself up, no way that just fucking happened. I feel my phone buzz startling me slightly and look down to see a text;

5187678903: I hope you like scary movies y/n.

-Who is this?

5187678903: ;)

-Jill?

After a few moments there was no further text. I walk out of the bathroom after I fix myself, groaning as I figure out I’ll have to wear my sweatshirt the rest of the day because of Jill. I realize the door is locked and panic but try it and it casually opens. Weird.

I leave and go to my locker where Kirby was causing me to arch my brow, “hey, y/n right?” I nod, “yeah and you’re Kirby?” She nods and hands me a slip of paper, “my number, we have to work on English project together.” I’m hit with a wave of realization, “oh right! Sorry I’ll text you.” I say smiling at her. “Do you want to sit with me?” Kirby asks sweetly, “sure it will be fun, is Jill okay with it though?” “I’m sure she will, she’s pretty forgiving, but don’t you dare be a bitch to her or I’ll personally kill you.” Kirby says glaring at me. I nod and swallow the lump in my throat. I was becoming nervous about seeing Jill again, especially soo soon after she just made me- “y/n, this is Robbie and Charlie, and of course you’ve met Jill.” I say hi to Charlie and Robbie and then sit next to Jill and Kirby. Jill gives me that signature awkward smile I’ve examined over the years while her hand betrayed the look on her face, resting immediately on my thigh possessively. It wasn’t too hard to hide since the seats were already close together, but I’m sure I looked like a blushing mess. Kirby and I talk about our project while Jill debates with the guys about movies. Kirby and I join in on the conversation and I gush about movies and mention a few of Jill’s favorites so I can see those cute dimples. After a while of us talking I realize that Charlie seems to glare at me after I make Jill laugh or smile. Weird. When we’re done with lunch I go to my locker and prepare for my next class when Jill comes up behind me and slips a note in my back pocket before literally disappearing. A rush of excitement bursts through me as I rush to my next class so I can read Jill’s note.

I know you’re going to Kirby’s after school, we’re coming over too, stay a while

Jill

My heart skips a beat and it’s as if a car was about to hit me, even more so when I get a text from Kirby

K- come over tonight for our project

-I will!

K- Meet me at the door after school

-👍

I put my phone away as class starts and space out.

I meet Kirby who was leaning against the arch above the doors of the school and greet her as we head to her car. I couldn’t help but feel watched but I shrugged it off deciding it was probably just because of the recent murders. Kirby tells me about Jill and Olivia and shared her recent traumatic experience with the mysterious ghost faced killer.

“So you do like horror movies?” Kirby asks me as we get to her place. “Yeah I do, Carrie is my favorite, though I don’t really think it’s scary it’s just got a great plot and everything and she’s just so cool.” Kirby agrees as we walk into her house, “wow your house is really nice.” I say to her causing her to smile, “thanks, my parents aren’t home so we got the place to ourselves, until my friends come later that is.” Kirby says putting her bag down next to the couch, “do you want anything?” She asks as she goes into the kitchen. “Some juice if you have it.” I say as I look around her living room. I notice a picture of my parents, Kirby’s parents and Jill’s parents with us standing in front of them. I hold the photo, deja vu clouding my mind as I remember those nights where we’d play together while our parents talked and laughed in Jill’s living room. When Jill and I were close and I let my feelings for her tear us apart…

Kirby comes back in the room causing me to jump slightly, “sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” She says with a small chuckle as she hands me my juice and looks at what I’m looking at, “remember when we all used to be friends?” Kirby says smiling down softly at the photo, “we used to be so happy…what happened y/n?” Kirby asks me softly. I begin to cry knowing I could tell her, especially since Kirby is bi. “I…I fell in love with Jill.” I say my lip trembling and looking away in shame. “Hey! Don’t be upset about it, it’s just kinda crazy that to hated her for so long when she was always crazy about you.” I nod crying and looking away, “I should’ve just talked to you guys…or at least you, all of us were best friends, I knew I could trust you and everything but I just…my parents were pissed when they found out I was lesbian, I was just scared you’d react the same way or…Jill would.” I say looking away from her. “Hey it’s okay, I’m sure if you talk to Jill it’ll be okay.” Kirby says giving me a reassuring smile. We work on our project until Jill gets here, then Robbie and Charlie. Kirby puts on Halloween and we all watch it together with popcorn and all. Midway through the movie I feel Jill put her arm around me causing me to blush but continue to watch. Jill talks to Robbie and Charlie casually about the way the film is edited while her hand rubs my thigh, under the blanket Kirby had over all of us. I pretend to rest against Jill’s shoulder so I can cover my blush and avoid any suspicious gazes. My plan seems to be working until I feel Jill squeeze my thigh then whispers; “I know you’re awake, they fell asleep.” I look up at her, biting my lip as Jill examines me. “Let’s go to the guest room.” Jill whispers, pulling me to sit up and leads me there. Jill closes the door, locking it behind her before she pushes me on to the bed and grabs my face possessively, pulling me in to our very passionate first kiss. I moan against her lips as her hand goes to my neck and applies pressure to it causing me to whimper against her lips. Jill chuckled as she yanked down my pants to grab my ass in her hands, “you’re all mine y/n.” Jill states against my lips as she kisses me again, this time more hungry and greedy, as if she wanted to taste every inch of my mouth. I push her away slightly, “I want to talk to you.” I say looking for the woman I grew feelings for, “not now…” jill says flipping me onto my front. She pulls down my pants so my ass is out against her front and she rocks my hips a bit so I grind against her.

I go to say something, but when I feel her press her fingers against my clit, my mouth gapes, and a breath escapes my lips. She begins rubbing tight circles into my clit, and my hands move to grab the sheets of the mattress as pleasure pulsates through me, “you’re so fucking wet y/n. This all for me?” I feel two fingers slide inside of me, and a gasp escapes my lips. I bite down on my bottom lip to stop the sounds that threaten to escape my throat causing Jill to chuckle, “I want to hear your moans baby…” she curls her fingers inside of me and a moan escapes my lips, “good girl.” Jill praises as she slaps my ass. I whimper but push my ass towards her wanting more. Jill kisses my neck as she continues to finger me; “all this time, you said you hated me…who knew I’d have you whimpering under me?” She says rubbing my clit faster.

“Do you want more baby? Do you want me to fuck you?” She asks kissing right under my ear and down my exposed neck. I whimper again but don’t answer. She chuckles darkly; “why are you still being a bitch? I thought we established that you wanted me this whole time.” Jill says as I hear her take off her jeans and before I could say anything I feel that familiar cold metal dragging against my stomach then cutting my bra again, the same for the back my shirt so Jill could push it off, revealing my naked torso to her, “god, did I do this to you baby? Your thighs are shaking.” Jill teases as she rubs around my clit, avoiding where I wanted her touch, “jill~” I feel something big and hard enter me and gasp at my walls stretching around the silicone. “You like this baby?” Jill asks as she roughly fits the dildo inside of me, giving me little time to adjust to the large size. "Fuck you're tight," jill mumbles, grabbing my hip with her hand with the knife, the cold metal sliding against my cunt causing me to shiver "Can barely fit y/n…” Jill mumbles as she rubs my clit with the knife handle, her blood running down the blade down to the handle then down my thighs as she pounds into me from behind, “fuck…so hot…” jill mumbles as she fucks me harder, her hand moving the knife slowly up and down my body and around my sensitive nipples, the pain of the knife puncturing me every few moments only making me more horny, “touch that pretty clit for me y/n.” Jill says dragging the knife gently across my throat. “J-Jill-“ “fucking do it slut.” Jill says harshly as she slaps my ass.

I instantly reach between my thighs and feel just how wet I am before pressing my fingers to my clit, beginning to rub tight circles into it and making me moan. “That’s a good girl…take my cock.” Jill mumbles causing me to whimper and let my legs spread wider for the girl on top of me, “j-Jill! I’m gonna-I’m-“ she stops and pulls out of me causing me to whine. “Not yet baby…” Jill lowers herself between my legs and dives right in, goes for my clit and works on it until I feel like I’m going to cum again, and then she licks inside of me, coiling and flicking her tongue, her hands finding my ass and kneading it roughly, “J-Jill-“ one of my hands goes to her hair to pull her closer, and her eyes flick up to me, hooded and pupils blown wide, her once green eyes turning a dark hazel, the same as in the bathroom. I jerk my hand away on instinct, her eyes flickering with annoyance so I put my hand back into her hair causing Jill to smirk against my clit.

She pulls away for a moment to carve her name into my inner thigh causing me to groan in pain turning pleasure as she licks the blood from my thigh, then returning to eat me out, her nose rubbing against my clit and her hands on my thighs pulling them on to her shoulders so she can thrust her tongue inside me. She continues until I’m about to cum again then pulls away with a pop. “Jill please…I need to cum…” I whine cupping her cheek. Her eyes lock with mine as she laps up the blood from her freshly carved name on my thigh once again then kisses me passionately as she begins to rub her bare cunt against mine, I was so caught up before, not even realizing Jill took her pants and panties off and was just in her black lace bra causing me to blush as I look at her, “Can you take it off?” I ask her between kisses. She nods and begins to take it off and I eagerly help her wanting to see her fully. I rub Jill’s nipples and kiss her passionately as she humps me, skin on skin and rubbing our clits together. Jill’s nails dig in to my waist to keep me close to her, she keeps a steady rhythm, slow and deliberate, making my pussy ache for more. “J-Jill…please let me cum…” I whimper hugging her tightly and wrapping my legs around her waist tighter. She kisses me as my legs spasm and I squirt. Jill cums, with a soft sort of gasp and a slow shudder, grinding against me once, twice, three times more, before she stops. “Fuck…” She mumbles as she places her face in the crook of my neck giving me a gentle kiss on my collar bone then resting her head back into the crook of my neck since I was now straddling her. She pushed me onto the bed while placing open mouthed kisses on my face to my lips and we make out. Her lips becoming addicting, her hands resting on my hips “I-Jill-“ She pulls away slightly and looks up at me, “yeah?” I bite my lip as i look at her, “I’m sorry for everything I did…i was just trying to convince myself i didn’t love you…” Jill’s eyes remain the same and she didn’t react causing me to panic, “i-I’m sorry i shouldn’t have said anything, we were having a great night and-“

She kisses me cutting me off, “Stop talking.” She says as she pulls me into a passionate kiss again.

When I wake up the next morning I’m in Jill’s arms; she’s holding me against her chest, her chin resting on my head and her arms wrapped around me. I was so happy to be in her arms but there was one thing. I needed to pee.

I slowly moved from Jill’s hold and look for my shirt and panties only to find my shirt destroyed causing me to huff and grab Jill’s. I button it up quickly as i already pulled up my panties. I go to the bathroom and when i come out i see Kirby on the couch smirking at me, “so…Your talk went well?” I blushed hard and look away, “i-i um..” “It did.” Jill says, coming out in my hoodie from yesterday. She approaches me and grabs my hand in hers, “did the boys go home?” Jill asks Kirby. She nods, “ok.” She says pulling me to the bedroom again.

#smut #scream #jill roberts #scream 4 #kirby reed

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simmyfrobby · 2 months

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i hope you don't mind me asking — but how / why did you pick the teams you cheer for currently? i just realized we don't have favorite teams in common but i love your energy and all of your poetry posts so much 🫶

oh so the penguins just happened to be the first team i found when i googled “hockey” but the bruins were an accident and also a mistake.

i don’t entirely know why i like the teams i like. i think i just tend to pick one character or dynamic i find interesting and follow that down a rabbit hole. i got into hockey after watching the pens 2009 cup documentary

(big strong manly dudes who talk about sports like it’s war and celebrate hard hits, playing through injuries, and getting into fights, who also nicknamed their little goalie friend Flower and made sure to give him forehead kisses after every game. i didn’t stand a chance)

so sid, geno, tanger, (talbot), and most of all flOWER were my first loves and ive kinda just stuck with them ever since.

at one point i tried to put together a spreadsheet to figure out which other teams to root for (based on their names, logos, place in the standings, nr of scandinavians etc). i immediately eliminated all the red white and blue teams because i thought the colour combination was unimaginative, then eliminated all the teams whose logo was just a letter because i thought that was stupid, then forgot all about the spreadsheet because a bruins fan was nice to me and i decided to root for her team just because i liked her vibe.

(dragged one friend down the marcheron rabbit hole with me and we watched game 7 together and i will truly genuinely never stop feeling guilty about putting her through all that. then bergy retiring broke me unfixable etc etc and now we’re here)

minnesota kinda became my team a few months ago, mainly because flower plays there, but also because i got to watch them play in stockholm and that was v exciting for me. the wild have been getting most of my attention lately because that’s the fandom where i have the most fun. whereas the goalies and the superstars tend to suck up most of the oxygen in other fandoms, wildblr for some reason tends to focus on the fourth liners and the losers and that’s more my vibe just in general.

hockey is only really an internet hobby for me, and none of my Real Life Friends really care about it, so i need some fandom friends to yell about these things with. im also several timezones behind and i catch most games a few hours after the fact, so if i have to scroll through a lb of a fandom that’s very negative i tend to just blacklist that tag. there’s a few teams i now see very little of & don’t massively care about for that reason.

this turned into a much longer reply than i intended but also i just really liked the question & you worded it real kind so i didn’t want to half ass it.

there’s other players i still like even though i don’t keep up w the team much (eichel, natemac, that little slutty guy from montreal, bertuzzi, tk, ej, etc etc) but there’s only so many hours in a day, you know?

#what this boils down to is:#i love weird short guys #and flower #and my internet friends #sorry its so wordy and also thank you for the kind words much love xx

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tinydeskwriter · 2 years

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A Little Pink Package

warnings: childbirth; swearing; fluffy

“I hate you! I want you to walk through hell covered in gasoline! You fucking bastard!” Y/n screamed the last part with true hate in her voice, throwing one of the pillows that supported her back at her boyfriend and baby daddy with all the strength she could muster in the midst of a contraction. “You will never touch me again.” She said tiredly as the contraction wore off. “I want my mommy.”

“I know ma.” Jack kissed her sweaty forehead looking at his cell phone, he had informed both their families as soon as her water broke. “They must be arriving soon.”

His parents were already in the hospital, Clay included, his mother—who was keeping them company in the room—had gone out to get a coffee for herself, and an energy drink for Jack—little Ms. Harlow had decided to be born in the middle of the night, waking everyone up—Y/n’s parents were already on their way back from Lexington, where Mr.Y/Ln had gone to complete the purchase of some racehorses for his father-in-law.

“Help me up.” She held out her arms to the boy. “I need to walk.” Y/n she explained when Jack eyed her warily.

The eighteen-year-old helped his girlfriend out of the hospital bed, making sure the back opening nightgown didn't leave anything exposed.

And wherever the girl went she was followed by her 6ft3in shadow, supporting her every time a contraction hit hard, massaging her lower back as she leaned on his shoulders, her body leaning forward due to the force of contraction. Y/n had turned down drugs after watching childbirth documentaries and decided on a natural birth, something she now regretted due to the intensity of the pain, but there was no going back. This baby would come into the world as God intended, in all its glorious pain—they definitely shouldn't allow so much freedom of choice for a seventeen-year-old having her first child. What the fuck did she know about births? That's what she'd shouted into the phone with her mother when she'd called to ask where the fuck they are.

“I need to push.” Was all Y/n said as he got up from the ball she was sitting on for Maggie to braid her hair. Jack jumped up from the armchair he was sitting in, looking at his mother not knowing what to do. “I need to push.” Y/n repeated.

“I'll call the midwife.” That's all Maggie said before she left the room.

Y/n was already bent over the bed, in the position she found most comfortable for her, Jack was quickly beside her, one hand in hers while the other traced circles on her back.

“Everything will be alright ma.” He assured her. “We're in this together.”

“Are you the one who's going to push a watermelon out of your vagina?” She turned to him annoyed. “Just be quiet Jackman, the only thing you did was nine months ago for two minutes.” The girl barked.

Jack didn't even respond, since she went into labor Y/n wasn't herself, the sweet and gentle girl she was dating had been replaced by a rabid demon whose favorite/only victim was him.

If someone asked, Y/n couldn't tell when the midwife and nurse arrived in the room, what was said, or how long it took. She remembers the pain, screaming at Jack the whole time—which he accepted with astonishing grace for an eighteen-year-old boy—her parents arrived in the middle of her delivery, and then simply the pressure was relieved, the pain The throbbing stopped, and the room was filled with the baby's loud cries.

Hours later, lying on the hospital bed after being washed and changed, looking completely tired, with her back is leaning against Jack's chest, who had his arm around her, was Y/n. The teenage couple had their attention completely focused on the little package wrapped in pink blanket in Y/n's arms.

“I think she's going to have my nose.” Y/n whispered, running her fingertip across the nose of the baby she had just brought into the world.

She couldn't even believe that she and Jack had made that baby.

“Thank God for small mercies.” The boy said, Y/n giggled feeling her boyfriend's hot breath behind her ear. “She is so beautiful.” Jack smiled as the sleeping little girl squeezed his index finger. “She kind of looks like you.” He commented.

“You think?” Y/n asked without taking her eyes off her daughter's face.

“Hmm hmm.” He agreed. “But I think she's going to have my hair.” The boy ran his hand through the baby's still thin hair, the few strands present were curly, but nothing could say how they would be in the future. “She's going to break hearts just like her mother.” He smiled at his girlfriend.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

“I never broke hearts Jack, or are you forgotten that you’re my first boyfriend?” The curly haired boy just let out a low laugh.

“Your too sweet, never change.” He kissed her temple, Y/n turned to look at Jack with an arched brow. “You don't even notice the amount of guys who are half in love with you, even with you pregnant with my baby they couldn't contain themselves from staring at you like fools, even Urban who is my best friend is a little sweet on you.” He commented with a silly smile on his face. “It’s the way you are sweetness itself, a guy can’t help himself.”

Y/n laughed lightly.

“I'm so sorry I was such a bitch earlier.” She apologized looking him in the eye. “You were in pain.” Jack said understandingly, resting his chin on top of her head. “And it was worth it.” He ran his hand over his daughter's head. “Our little Isla Rosie is here now. Thank you, mama.”

They knew life wouldn't be easy.

Parenting at seventeen and eighteen wasn't simple.

Not everything would be flowers, and there would be days when they wouldn't know what to do, and sleepless nights.

They would make mistakes.

But there was no doubt that they loved that little pink package more than anything in the world, and they would do anything to give her the world. That was almost like a silent promise as they look at her the three of them lying in the little hospital bed like the little family they were.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow imagine #dad! jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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A thing i wrote but lost the idea for f

Rated M (to be safe) | Warning: talk of trauma

As a child and into your older years, you liked the story and often the old movies of Frankenstein. You know the classic story of a man making a monster, the monster discovers he loves life, and then after a huge plot reasons drama the monster kills the creator, and then, in some versions the monster dies. The classic horror movie marathon every Halloween is great for when you like to stay inside and eat the candy you enjoy the most.

Strange being in this place makes you recall several horror movies, crime documentaries, and urban myths. Maybe it is your way of coping with a lot of the trauma and daily reminders of the pain each and every hunter inflicts upon you. As many jokes as you crack, the smiles you give, the casual greetings to other survivors.

This is eating at you. Sure you are not at the numb level as the others but you are getting nightmares of matches.

Specifically with ones against a certain reptilian.

Luchino, the professor, does not know. At least, you think he does not know the cause or reason but he is worried as you have been sleeping on his bed most nights.

Nightmares are not unheard of or insomnia, but Ada does offer her services if anyone needs an ear to vent.

As shady as the woman is, she is the only person who can provide the voice of reason against your inner musings of despair. Though you have been hesitant to see her in the room. Lucky Guy has been there given you are often paired with him in recent matches. He is the only other person who understands when certain hunters single you out because of your unique reactions.

The screaming, the way you are quick to react rather than run, mind you the ability of yours often allows the hunter to enjoy the chase longer.

It is sick and frankly only a few times have you successfully gotten to hit back and win a match.

The professor’s hand touches the leg that bounces as you sit watching, staring into space, at the gecko you fed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your anxious behavior of late is concerning and though he does not push as you normally are open with him, as of late you seem closed off. You were seeking stimuli from him via watching him work, often listening to him talk, cuddling when he rests, or having sex.

All in the manor have their ways of dealing with these circumstances, but not all are healthy. Keeping things bottled up will only hurt you in the end.

“My next match,” Laying on his lap, you find comfort in being beside him, “Remembering what you told me.”

The trick to dealing with Evil Reptilian is to keep him closed, however, like any caged animal he will retaliate. First kite is always the hardest as often the maps survivors are in with him, the terrain is to his advantage. Getting him to follow is not hard, it is the containing in the small indoor space that is the problem.

The creature is intelligent, after all, he is Professor Luchino. Though he gives in easily to his animalistic urges, his intelligence and veteran skills on the hunting field are seen as many of his matches end in wins or ties. Rarely are there losses but that comes from a few team combinations that work well against him.

“Are you sure?” His nails scratch just right on the scalp making you feel like a pleased cat getting its chin rubbed. You hum feeling the exhaustion of past sleepless nights catching up. “(Name).” You go quiet as you have fallen asleep unintentionally.

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you

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bright-and-burning · 30 days

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this took me so long to get around to that i got tagged by like . 5 people 😭 but i am always down to chat music and then i also added some explainers bc im me sorry!! soooo 5 songs i've been enjoying recently, i was tagged by @liamlawsonlesbian and @glasscushion and @freeuselandonorris and @albontology and also @foggieststars . jldaksjfla

red wine supernova - chappell roan. the visuals of “now im choked up, face down, burnt out” have been haunting me and my gremlin brain since . well technically since i first heard this song but ESPECIALLY since thursday

homonormo - arthur moon. been thinking a lot abt what like, i want in life recently (been catching rides with my aro-ace friend and talking abt what like milestones in life look like in comparison to our straight friends bc the topic of who’s getting married first has been a Frequent one) and this song has been a hefty influence on that since i was in like, high school lol. “i think i want to settle down but weirder” like yeah u get me bruv

ginger - rite, kah-lo. remembered this song after looking up another song of theirs from a tiktok i saw of an insane mash up in a wild looking club (like, cage around the dj booth LOL) and the beep boop of it all just hits. i feel like uk house music has a Distinct Sound. am i crazy. anyways it goes hard

i been on (homecoming live) - beyonce. this whole live album… watched the netflix movie/documentary (?) of it last night bc i’ve been listening to it for the last few days esp in the shower and like. the TRANSITIONS!!!!! the whole performance!!! the voice in this song like ok 😳 so much of her music fucks in a very literal sensedsfjaklsdjfl

nothing matters - the last dinner party. what a vibe honestly. lyrics as hell.

uhhhhhh. im quite certain everyone and their mother has been tagged but: @drivestraight @mecachrome @landoisokay @omigodyall

#comin down drippin candy on the ground...#i would blame the gremlin-y-ness on ovulating. but i am actually surprisingly good at taking my birth control pills.#so i have no excuse. actually no i think this is care's fault for puppy play posting last week #tag game

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esta-elavaris · 9 months

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Fallen Through Time

Part Five [3,132 words]

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Also now on AO3 (restricted to registered users only thanks to AI mining, sorry!) and FF.net.

Notes re: dubious historical authenticity at the end.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - *Part Five* [you’re here!]

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @missfronkensteen @dancerinthestorm @teawithshakespeare

Port Royal was gorgeous. It was something Theo had passively acknowledged when she'd watched the movies, but she'd never really stopped to properly notice it. There was always something else going on - like Jack's arrival…or Jack being shot at…or Jack stealing a ship. He had a knack for stealing the show just as happily as he did ships, she'd give him that. But he was nowhere to be seen now, and she was left basking in the beauty of the world she'd been catapulted into without warning.

Very aware of how easy it would be to get turned around if she ventured beyond the main thoroughfares - and with no wish to get lost (because, duty or no, the only way Norrington could currently hate her more would be if he had to have his men launch a search party for her) - she stuck to the main road. Following it lazily down the hill on which the Governor's mansion was situated upon, she passed a number of large stately houses, or smoothed dirt paths leading to them, likely belonging to the senior-most of the men and good ladies residing here. Those houses and paths dotted around eventually gave way to little other than foliage.

For that stretch of the walk, she was alone with her thoughts - save for the odd passing carriage, from which the passengers inside all but hung out of the window to try and catch a glimpse of her. Word of her presence here had undoubtedly spread, and the town was so small that everybody knew everybody. Plus, she was a tall redhead swanning about - for lack of less apt phrasing - in Elizabeth's clothing. It left little doubt as to who she was.

She smelled the town before she saw it, and while it was one thing to hear that towns would not have smelled great as a passing comment in historical documentaries, it was another thing entirely to experience it. Not only was it a glaring reminder of the sort of hygiene standards (or lack thereof) held by the time, along with the lack of modern plumbing, but with the addition of the smells drifting from the butcher, the fishmonger, and even the blacksmith, it did threaten to overwhelm her. It really harmed her hard-won self-perception of not being some sort of swooning delicate flower, but she tried to chalk it up to her ordeal.

Despite her hearty protests to Elizabeth that she would be fine on this little solo expedition - which were born not only out of a desire for solitude, but out of a determination not to be the sort of guest who was permanently under foot - she had to admit, once the smells hit and the heat grew worse as midday beckoned, that she might've bitten off more than she could chew. Sweat had begun to bead steadily down her neck, and there wasn't much of a breeze so that it might cool her, and she was very aware of her pulse pounding in her skull. Without the heart to turn right away and begin walking back up the hill to make the trek back to the mansion, she turned instead for the docks and sought the refreshing air she might find there.

That was all she needed – a sit down, and some peace to think things through. She'd be right as rain after that.

***

James Norrington was caught in the midst of an annoying week. Not a bad one - after all, none of his men had died over the last few days, and nobody was aiming cannons at his head, so as far as his frame of reference was concerned, all was reasonably well. No, it was just irksome. And it did not appear to be lessening when the primary source of his vexation drifted into his peripheral vision.

At first, for a slight moment, he'd mistaken her for Elizabeth Swann. She was certainly dressed like the Governor's daughter, in a white gown that he'd once noted was very becoming on its rightful owner, her hair bundled atop her head in much the same manner Elizabeth's often was, and what must have been one of Elizabeth's hats propped atop her head. But there was no mistaking the crimson hair…nor the foolishness of her actions.

James sighed, turning his gaze back down to the papers in his hand…although he did not read them.

"Lieutenant Groves."

"Yes, sir?"

"Go and inform Miss Byrne that unless she wishes to fall into the sea a second time, she must vacate that section of the docks as swiftly as possible."

"...Miss Byrne, sir? Governor Swann's guest?"

"The very one," James nodded in her direction, and Groves quickly followed his line of sight before nodding and stepping away.

Only once he'd given him long enough to vacate the ship they'd been getting back up to scratch did James look up from the papers he'd been pretending to busy himself with. He did so reluctantly - half expecting Miss Byrne to be looking right back at him, some scheme ticking behind her eyes. But she was not. In fact, she looked rather pale even despite the tan her burns had faded into, her face drained of most of its colour as one hand clung to the post beside her, her eyes shut and her chest rising and falling in quick succession as she tried to regain her composure.

Even the most talented actress could not blanch at will. They could, however, use pre-existing ailments to their advantage. But to what end? He was fairly certain she did not know he was observing her. Something too closely related to guilt flitted through his chest as he considered the matter - the dilemma - of Theodora Byrne for the thousandth time since meeting her. Their first meeting had not gone particularly well, and although Governor Swann had met him that night to plead her case (and assure him that she had been horrified when their cultural miscommunication, as Weatherby called it, was explained to her), and James was inclined to believe that. She'd have nothing to gain from purposely offending them.

Unfortunately, that was more or less the only part of anything to do with her that he was inclined to believe.

Watching with more interest than he'd own to, he saw as Groves approached the weakened section of the dock with great care, testing the boards beneath his shoes before he stepped forth. It appeared to take a few calls before Miss Byrne came to her senses and noticed him at all. Turning, she blinked at Groves as he remained a few feet safely back, gesturing towards himself as he seemed to explain that she needed to move away. No doubt a touch more gently than James would have done so himself. That might've had something to do with why James had sent him in his stead. But it also gave him much more ample opportunity to observe than he would have if he was involved. From here, he didn't have to concern himself with whether his own façade would coax hers into locking up all while he tried to monitor her and work out what exactly it was she was up to.

She certainly seemed earnest enough as she apologised profusely to Groves – who smiled and joked away her embarrassment with artful ease…and mixed results. For though she offered a smile in return, her discomfort was betrayed in how she twisted her hands in her skirts and ducked her head as Groves continued to speak. None of it rang false to James' eye, even if he tried to make it so - which, truly, he wasn't in the habit of doing. While he saw no profit in deluding himself with heedless optimism, he also saw little benefit in finding foes where none existed. Treating a misfortunate woman who needed his help like she was a criminal, all while she dwelled in the very midst of her woes, would be just as unforgiveable as failing to see ill intent if it was there.

And yet none of that helped him unpuzzle why something about…about her simply rang false to his instincts. Yes, there was the possibility that it was nothing sinister – she'd hardly be the first woman to come to Port Royal with a secret or two – but she would be the first to do so and find herself living with the Swanns. That made all of the difference. They were good people, the very best. He had no desire to see them being taken advantage of due to that fact.

So deep in thought had he been that he found himself staring back like an idiot when Miss Byrne finally sensed his gaze on her, turning her head and pinning him beneath the weight of her sharp blue-grey eyes. His comfort at being caught unguarded was that she seemed as startled to find herself on the other end of his gaze as he did hers, her eyes widening as she faltered, and then haltingly lifted a hand in a reluctant imitation of a wave.

There was little chance of him returning it. But seeing that he'd been caught observing – and that, annoyingly, Groves seemed to be in little hurry to leave their new arrival, James sighed and turned away from the rail of the ship.

***

Theo watched with disappointment, but not a great deal of surprise, when Norrington responded to her wave by not responding to her wave at all. Not even a nod was given in response, and she watch as he sighed and turned away, walking out of sight.

"I wasn't…I was…"

God, getting used to speaking in a time-appropriate manner was doing nothing to help her not sound like a bumbling idiot. Of course, what also did not help was the fact that every time Groves spoke to her, he did so with the voice of one of her favourite video game characters – one her Inquisitor had married an unspeakable number of times in Dragon Age: Inquisition – which just added a fresh, new layer to the surreal nature of being surrounded by people who should not actually exist. No offence to them. Although she supposed around here, she was the one who shouldn't actually exist, so it was all just a matter of perspective, really. Norrington seemed to be firmly settling into that opinion, at least.

After a shocking number of false starts, and a great deal of patience from Groves, she finally collected herself and achieved the glowing feat of a full sentence.

"I was feeling out of sorts, and I thought I'd sit down and…look at the ships…"

Maybe ship-spotting had caught on in the days before trainspotting was a possibility.

"Look at the ships?" he echoed with a bemused smile "Have you family in the Navy?"

"No, no – it's just an, erm, academic interest. Although not that academic considering I don't know that much."

The smile remained on Groves' face, and she was growing increasingly relieved to find that Elizabeth wasn't the only person in Port Royal to find her weirdness endearing. Not least because she still wasn't feeling entirely right, and she might need him to catch her if she passed out.

"Well, if you've any questions I'll be happy to answer them. I wouldn't go as far as to say that I'm an expert, but I do know a thing or two about ships."

"An occupational hazard, I'd guess," she said – and he chuckled and agreed. "Don't you have to get back to your captain?"

"I was sent to remove you from the dock, and to ascertain that you were well. Forgive me, but you're still worryingly pale, so I believe my job is not yet done."

He was hardly wrong. While she was feeling better than she had, she still didn't fancy her chances at successfully completing the walk back to the Governor's mansion just yet.

"What makes the Interceptor so fast? One of the fastest in the Caribbean, right?"

"The fastest," Groves corrected proudly.

Well, he could debate Jack on that matter later. Disagreeing would only make her sound like a pirate – and Groves continued before she could do so, anyway.

"She's a brig, so she's smaller and more manoeuvrable, along with having less weight to be hauled by the sails."

"I suppose you don't need the sort of guns a man-of-war packs when you're on them before they can sneeze. Or when Captain Norrington's at the helm."

Groves chuckled, "The Captain has earned his reputation, to be sure."

"I did have another question, but I think it's going to sound daft," as daft as sitting on a structurally questionable dock in front of a whole shipload of men, she supposed. "The…the bottom bit of the ship. The panels…"

"The keel?" he guessed with that same amused smile.

"Probably," she shrugged, "It looks a bit different to the others – it's inspired by Viking longships, isn't it? Is that how it gets the speed?"

His eyebrows shot up towards his wig.

"Yes, I believe so. Very good! They did revolutionise shipbuilding, and so you'd be hard-pressed to find a ship today that doesn't benefit from their methods in some way or another, but the Interceptor…she leans a bit more into that than, say, the Dauntless."

"Heathens they might have been, but there were not entirely useless."

The unmistakeable voice of Captain James Norrington joined the fray, and the nice moment she'd been enjoying of feeling like a normal person having a normal chat was shattered in an instant. Theo felt the smile on her face become a touch more strained as she turned to greet him.

"Well, even a broken clock's right twice a day, right? Hello, Captain Norrington."

"Miss Byrne. You appear much improved."

"Give me another week and I'll be able to work out for myself why this was the one completely empty dock in the port," her smile gained a sheepish quality "I'm sorry."

"It's no matter."

"Yeah- yes, well, while I'm apologising – I misspoke last time we met."

Norrington cleared his throat, "Governor Swann offered your explanation and apology both last we spoke. Do not trouble yourself with it, madam."

"I know, but it's my apology to give and so I should be the one to give it. I didn't realise what I was implying at the time, and that wasn't what I meant by it. I'm sorry. Genuinely."

"It's no matter," he repeated, "Put it from your mind, Miss Byrne."

Well. It wasn't exactly the warm and rosy acceptance she'd been hoping for. Although warm and rosy were not things she'd come to expect from Norrington in their short acquaintance, either, so she didn't feel much of a sense of loss.

"How is it that you come to know so much about ships?"

Every the straightforward one, he asked her the question bluntly before an awkward silence could even think to settle over them. Groves, at least, appeared relieved for it – it was obvious he hadn't known quite what to do with himself as she'd made her apologies to his captain.

"From a book."

Or a TV series on Amazon Prime. Same thing, really. Kind of. In a metaphorical way.

"A book? A book that you read?"

"Only when smacking it against my forehead didn't get me anywhere."

Groves covered up a laugh with a cough, but Norrington seemed far too concerned with her scandalous book-reading to send so much as a withering glare in the direction of his lieutenant. It was almost enough to stop her from noticing the way one corner of his lips just slightly twitched upwards. One of these days she'd manage to get a smile out of him. She'd settle for a smirk.

"What was the name of this book?" he levelled the question her way like it was a challenge.

Oh god, did he think she was lying about what she read now? Sure, technically she was, but this was getting a touch ridiculous.

"It…was a series of tales and legends about Ragnar Lothbrok. I forget the author. The account of how he first found the Lindisfarne monastery is fascinating, though."

Hopefully he'd realise that if this was part of her dastardly plan to earn herself a false reputation as a Viking historian in Port Royal, she'd have made up the name of an author…but she'd thrown in an errant detail just for good measure.

"I shall have to read it," he said flatly.

God, if he ever did catch her out in some sort of scheme, he'd be bloody thrilled – because so far, he'd been blatantly pissed off every time he realised she wasn't up to something.

"Right. Well. It was nice to meet you, Lieutenant Groves," she said, smoothing her skirts and preparing to make an exit.

It was becoming clear that Norrington was reluctant to leave her here – lest she go plummeting through the dock through sheer force of stupidity.

"And you, Miss Byrne," Groves, at least, offered her a smile.

"And I'm glad I got a chance to offer you my apologies in person, Captain Norrington. Thank you for hearing me out."

His brow furrowed a little at that – she'd spoken with her eyes meeting his, hoping to show him just how sincere she was. Judging by how he faltered, he saw it. The furrow in his brow lessened, and then he finally offered her a nod and a 'have a pleasant day, Miss Byrne' that didn't even sound like a thinly veiled 'piss off'.

They remained on the dock behind her when she took her leave, and Norrington must've underestimated the scope of her hearing, for once he thought she was out of earshot, he asked Groves quietly.

"Tell me, Lieutenant, what do you make of Miss Byrne?"

"Miss Byrne, sir?"

"Yes."

"I…I suppose I found her rather charming."

The silence that evoked wad nothing short of deafening.

Notes: The ship trivia here is 90% invention based tenuous fact. If it's accurate, that's a stroke of pure luck, but it's probably not. Just a mild disclaimer. Leaning into the 'fantasy' aspect of historical fantasy here lolol.

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