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slxsherr · 1 year

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Softer Than Shadow

pairing: charlie walker x fem!reader

summary: you make a better victim, so charlie rewrites his movie. jill doesn't have to know.

wc: 2239

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, underage drinking, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs, hospital description, thigh riding, public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

a/n: yo this one kinda actually has a plot?? forgot i could do that lol

When Kirby had invited everyone over to her house after Gale Weathers was attacked at Stab-A-Thon, you didn’t expect for the deadly night to continue. Robbie’s incessant worrying over possibly being arrested for simply hosting the event where the sheriff’s wife was attacked was only made worse after Trevor showed up uninvited.

You’re the only one drunk enough to follow Robbie outside, not wanting to witness Charlie and Kirby flirt after Jill and Trevor separated themselves from the group, looking for evidence to find out who invited Trevor. Distracting yourself from what’s going on inside is easy, laughing at Robbie’s drunken attempts to get his stream going. You ignore the aching feeling in your chest when he tells his audience about Charlie and Kirby, downing the rest of your drink.

Switching to a new school senior year is hard, but Kirby and her friends were nice enough to include you in their group. It just sucked that the only guy you were interested in was madly in love with someone else. You’re brought back to the moment when Robbie runs face first into a hanging plant, laughing cruelly at his pain. It’s not until you feel a knife stabbing through your left shoulder that you stop laughing.

The cry you let out when Ghostface pulls the knife out is pathetic, and you quickly fall to your knees in pain, holding a hand over the bleeding wound. When you realize the killer left you to run after Robbie, you quickly rise to your feet and make your way around the house. You can hear footsteps following you, and you speed up, turning the corner to see Sidney, Jill, and Kirby all at the entryway.

“Run!” You yell, drawing their attention to you and the killer following behind you.

Jill and Sidney run upstairs, but you follow Kirby further into her house, not trusting yourself and steps. Kirby tries calling 911 on the landline, but it’s dead and the line goes dead every time you try on her cell, having lost your own either in her couch or backyard. The two of you run into Sidney, who tells you she got through on her cell and that Jill should be safe. Kirby leads all three of you to a safe room in her house, locking the door behind her.

“Kirby, let me in!” Charlie says, pounding on the glass of the door, smearing blood across the window panes. “No, no, no. I just found Robbie, this is his blood. Please!” He begs when Kirby hesitates to open the door.

“If you can’t trust him, don’t open the door,” Sidney says, knowing exactly how Kirby feels.

“There is someone else out here, let me in! Oh, my God, let me in! Please!” He says, pounding harder on the glass, looking between Kirby and whoever else is outside.

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” Kirby says, backing away from the door, and you wish you could let him in, but before you can consider the option for too long Ghostface appears behind him.

The three of you can only watch as Charlie is bound to a patio chair, Kirby’s ringtone blaring through the air as the killer calls from Charlie’s phone. Sidney leaves to find Jill, leaving you and Kirby to keep Ghostface on the phone while she’s gone. You can hear your own heart pounding in your ears as Kirby answers the horror movie trivia asked over the phone. Both of you panic when she answers a question wrong, but calm down when she’s offered another question.

Kirby lists off answers before Ghostface can even finish the question, knowing she’d answered correctly when she’s met with silence. The two of you rush outside to undo Charlie’s bindings, ripping off the duct tape and spewing apologies. Quickly, you all make your way back inside the house, but stop abruptly when Kirby is stabbed in the stomach by a familiar figure in the darkness. Ghostface twists the knife, and all you can do is watch Kirby fall to the ground and follow Charlie as he leads you away.

You don’t realize you’re back in the house until you run into Charlie’s back, eyes widening when you see blood seeping through his shirt. Sidney comes downstairs, and as the killer focuses on her you drag Charlie with you further into the house. You make it into the kitchen and open the pantry door so that the two of you could hide inside, but jump back when a bound Trevor falls onto the floor in front of you. Before you can even think to help him, you feel something hit your head, and everything goes black as you fall unconscious to the floor.

The sound of sirens is what wakes you, but you’re barely able to register anything else as you’re lifted onto a stretcher. You’re in and out of consciousness the whole ride to the hospital, but only fully awake later that night. The hospital room is half-lit, machines tracking your vitals beeping, IV needle stuck in your hand, and a curtain dividing the room in two. Your heart rate spikes, alerting the other patient in the room that you’ve woken up.

The curtain barely moves as Charlie approaches you, his own IV and machines following behind him, cooing at you as you begin to cry in an attempt to soothe you. You sit up fully, wrapping your arms around his waist and hiding your face in his chest as you cry, unable to see the out of place smile stretching across his face. He holds you in his one-armed embrace, his left arm in a sling to relieve his wounded shoulder, happy that you seek comfort in him without question.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, you’re okay,” he says as you begin to calm down. “You’re safe,” he reassures you when you pull away from him. “Can I sit with you?” He asks, and you quickly nod and lift your blanket as you scoot over in your bed for him to join you.

“What happened? I don’t remember anything after you were stabbed and I think I passed out from blood loss,” you ask, fiddling with the scratchy hospital blanket that covers both of your lower bodies nervously as you wait to find out who was behind the mask.

“Well, it turns out Jill and Trevor were the ones killing everyone. Pulled a real Bonnie and Clyde on us,” he chuckles, trying to relieve some of the tension, earning only a weak smile from you. “Jill shot me, but Sidney stopped her, and I was able to stop Trevor from finishing you off too,” he lies, knowing he’d be the only one to know what really happened.

“You saved my life,” you say, staring at him in awe.

“I only did what anyone else would’ve done,” he says, feigning modesty.

“No, you saved me. Someone else would’ve just watched or saved themselves,” you say, guilt gnawing at you as you think of how you and Kirby could only watch as Charlie was tied up by Ghostface.

“Maybe, hey, why the long face?” He asks, seeing the remorse in your teary eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you begin to cry again, hiding your face in his uninjured side. “I’m so sorry me and Kirby didn’t let you in, I’m sorry you got hurt protecting me,” you sob, your tears soaking through the thin hospital gown.

“Shh, it’s okay. That doesn’t matter, we’re both alive and that’s all that matters, okay?” Charlie reassures you, his arm snaking around your waist as your sobs turn to sniffles. “Kirby’s with Sidney in the ICU. The doctors think they’ll both be waking up soon,” he says once you’ve calmed down again.

“Really?” You ask, surprised by the news.

“Yeah, Dewey told me when he came by earlier,” he answers, unbothered by the news since neither of them knew the true extent of his involvement in the night’s events.

“That’s good,” you say, beginning to separate yourself from Charlie’s side, now knowing the girl he’s in love with is still alive.”I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Are you okay?” You ask, seeing his face scrunch up in pain as you move away.

“No, I’m fine. Painkillers are probably just wearing off,” he answers, shifting into a more comfortable position, moving closer to you in the small hospital bed.

“I can call the nurse,” you offer, looking around for the remote.

“No, it’s fine. They should be coming by soon anyways,” he lies, knowing they won’t be checking in for another hour at least.

Neither of you say anything for a moment, simply sit together in the silent room, beeping from the machines fading into the background. You’re not sure if it’s the medications, or the fact that you almost died, or if it’s because of how close you are to Charlie, but your mind is going haywire. Torn between wanting to scream, cry, and confess your feelings for him, feelings that have only intensified after finding out that he saved you, you unconsciously choose the latter, words already tumbling past your lips before you can stop them.

“Charlie, I think I’m in love with you,” you say, blinking slowly at him. “Love is a bit much, actually. But I like you, a lot,” you say when his eyes widen in shock, lips parted as he tries to think of something to say. “I know you and Kirby have like, a thing, but I just wanted to tell you in case we almost die again.”

“Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, finally saying something and you answer with a nod. “Me and Kirby really don’t have anything on, it’s just a running joke. I’ve actually been asking her for advice to ask you out,” he explains, looking away to feign embarrassment.

“Oh,” is all you say, taking in the information.

“Oh?” He prompts you, but you don’t say anything else.

Instead, your gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes, and before you can overthink, you lean in to kiss him. His lips are chapped, and you’re sure yours are too, both of you dehydrated from running around all night. It’s fervent, stealing your breath away as he deepens the kiss, holding you close to him with his right arm. You feel dizzy, parting your lips to let him lick into your mouth, trying to match his energy.

There’s only so much room on the small hospital bed, and you end up straddling Charlie’s thigh. The whimper you let out is barely muffled by his mouth when he forces you to sit, only the thin hospital gown separating your bare cunt from his leg. He’s moving you along his thigh, the friction stimulating your clit and soon you’re moving on your own, hip seeking pleasure as your hole begins to leak. He breaks the kiss, instead sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you, focusing on your stifled moans that only he can hear.

“Charlie, the nurses–” you whisper, breathing heavily when Charlie interrupts you.

“Don’t worry about them, we’ll be quick,” he reassures you.

Before you can reply, he’s reaching behind you to untie your gown, clumsily undoing the snap buttons on the sleeves to pull the offending fabric off, throwing it aside. He grabs your hand, spitting in your palm and wrapping your fingers around his length, guiding your hand’s movements as he fully hardens from your touch. It makes your stomach twist in want, watching the purple head leak pre and listening to his dulcet moans.

Growing impatient, you straddle his hips, lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down until your ass meets his thighs. Thick cock stretching you out, you can only hold onto the hem of his hospital gown, not wanting to reopen any of his wounds. You move slowly, doing your best to hold back your noises, but Charlie lets his out without care, hand gripping your ass and moving you faster.

“Wait– Charlie!” You squeal, his hips meeting yours, and you swear you can feel him in your guts.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, loving how you bite your lip and furrow your brow in an attempt to silence yourself.

“Hah! Please, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what for, feeling his thumb press roughly on your clit.

Your rhythm falters as he rubs circles on the sensitive nub, your orgasm building quickly. You screw your eyes shut tightly as you reach your peak, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you clench around him. Only whimpers fall past your lips, still holding back your noises in fear of the nurses, but Charlie’s cursing is barely hushed, rutting his hips up as finishes inside you, your walls milking him too tightly for him to pull out.

He lets you slump against him, your head resting on his uninjured shoulder as your breathing slows, falling asleep on top of him. He’s not surprised you tired out so quickly, he hit your head pretty hard earlier. A content smile stretches across his face as he watches you doze in his arms peacefully, ignoring your injured shoulder, caused by his knife earlier in the night. He hated hurting you, and he hated to see you hurt, but if it meant he could have you like this, he could handle a few cuts and bruises. You are his perfect victim after all.

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gureumz · 11 months

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are you mine? (are you? part 2)

rating: explicit

members: sunghoon, heeseung

notes/warnings: fem!reader, INFIDELITY, angst, bf!heeseung, reader cheats on heeseung (again), university setting, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampies, mentions of degrading words in a non-sexual manner, i reiterate again: THERE IS CHEATING IN THIS STORY

a/n: i didn't intend to write a part 2 for 'are you?' but a lot of people wanted to know how it would turn out so here it is! this is much shorter than the first part and is mostly just vibes but with the events of the first part, what else is there to say? 🧍🏻‍♀️

read part 1 here

"do you want to meet my parents?"

you tense under heeseung's touch, hand midway down his bare chest. he's laying on his side, facing you, your legs tangled underneath the blanket. the warmth of his body fades away when a silent chill runs down your spine.

"yeah," you let out uneasily, chuckling in an attempt to mask your nerves. "but, not anytime soon."

heeseung's face remains the same, eyes unreadable as he examines your features. he brushes your hair behind your shoulder, running his fingertips down the flesh of your arm.

"why not? it's been almost four months since we started going out," heeseung replies softly, drawing circles on your elbow.

you move your arm away.

"i just don't think i'm ready," you say with an air of finality, hoping that heeseung would drop the subject.

you don't think you'll ever be ready. not after...

heeseung watches you for a few moments. to your surprise, he nods, lips spreading into an understanding smile.

"okay," heeseung chirps. "that's fine."

your chest feels like it's been caved in, relief and dread filling in like heavy sand.

"thank you," you say, smiling up at your boyfriend's face.

heeseung moves closer and plants a chaste kiss on your lips. you respond, endeared by the gentle pass of his mouth on yours, a contrast to how rough he was with you merely minutes before.

"if anything's bothering you, you know you can always tell me right?" heeseung whispers, placing slow, loving kisses on your face.

your heart seems to stop, then picks up beating ten times faster. heeseung isn't very vocal, and this sudden display of affirmation has you reeling.

he knows. he must know.

you laugh, a nervous shake in your voice. a half-baked joke enters your mind.

"anything?" you attempt playfully. heeseung takes the bait and pulls back, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"what if i was secretly a serial killer?" you deadpan, narrowing your eyes at heeseung. a smile tugs at the edges of your lips.

heeseung chuckles, pulling you against his chest. he presses his lips one more time to your forehead.

"then i would gladly be your victim."

---

"i'm yours."

you whimper at these words, pulling him closer to you, face buried in his sturdy shoulder. he moves passionately against you and your whole body erupts in invisible flames.

"all yours," sunghoon reiterates, tongue running along the line of your jaw.

"you don't mean that," you argue weakly.

your cheeks burn up as you realize just how loud the two of you are being. his dorm bed creaking, headboard banging against the wall. you knew it was safer to meet him here, less of a chance that your boyfriend might find something that isn't his.

"i do," sunghoon replies gruffly. "a slave to you, to this—god—to this fucking pussy."

you sob at his words, a mix of arousal, elation, and remorse rising in you. with sunghoon, it just felt too good, too alluring to refuse. he was a lighthouse, standing out in a sea of darkness you didn't even know you were stranded on.

with him, you were, you are shameless.

sunghoon finishes inside you, but not before you reach the finish line first, sans condom this time, as he had so many times since that night in his car.

the thought makes you feel filthy all over, in desperate need of a shower, to scrub all sin from your skin.

"spend the night," sunghoon says once he hands you a towel for you to use. you hold it to your core, wincing when you feel the simultaneous ache and squelch of his release dribbling out of you. you catch it before it stains his sheets.

you've never spent the night here before. you check the digital clock on sunghoons desk and it reads 1:13 a.m.

"i can't. heeseung's coming over early to walk me to class," you inform, twisting the towel in your hands.

sunghoon watches you from where he sits on the edge of his bed. you meet his eyes and you know he can see right through you.

heeseung's not really coming over.

"fine," you finally concede. you pretend not to notice the brief twitch in sunghoon's mouth.

"i kinda want to shower though," you add, eyes flitting over to the bathroom door.

sunghoon grins, leaning close. you wrap your arms around your knees protectively. he stares at your face for a second before kissing you softly, so soft you barely feel it.

"whatever you want," sunghoon says.

---

sunghoon holds you close under the shower now. a million thoughts are racing through your mind. in this space, at this time, it seems like the world has stopped and only the two of you are living beings in existence.

"text me tomorrow," sunghoon reminds, deep voice echoing against the bathroom walls.

you sigh, lifting your head from where it rests on his chest.

"you know i can't do that."

and you can't.

all your exchanges have been through brief, curt phone calls. sunghoon was smart enough to punch in his number on your phone after you were done in the parking lot that night. since then, you've labored over deleting every call log your phone creates after each conversation.

heeseung was none the wiser.

"then call," sunghoon corrects himself. "i love hearing your voice."

ironically, you don't say anything more to that.

---

"i can't believe i've been assigned on a project with him!"

your ears perk up.

the restaurant you're in is empty at this hour, with the rush of lunch ending some time ago. you pick up a french fry from the bowl you and heeseung are sharing, popping the greasy treat into your mouth.

"who?" you question.

"sunghoon."

the initial reaction you have to your boyfriend mentioning the guy you've been fucking behind his back has grown weaker over the past few weeks, but with how often heeseung references sunghoon, it's a surprise you haven't thrown up all over yourself in sheer guilt.

"oh, him again?" you throw out nonchalantly. you busy yourself with your phone, ignoring the way heeseung looks at you quizzically.

"what do you mean 'again'?"

you look at heeseung, trying to portray the perfect mix of exasperation and cluelessness.

"it's always sunghoon this and sunghoon that," you explain. "if i didn't know better, i'd say you were in love with the guy."

ha ha. what a funny joke.

and much to your surprise, heeseung finds this absolutely hilarious. he lets out a genuine, hearty laugh, slamming the table with his palm.

"he wishes," heeseung responds with a snort. "he's always trying to one-up me, copying everything i do, following me around like a puppy. i'd say he was in love with me."

wrong.

you laugh along, finishing off another french fry.

---

"you're trying to steal my boyfriend's life, is that it?"

sunghoon stops typing on his laptop, turning to you from where he's seated at his desk. you're sprawled over his bed, wearing one of his shirts.

"excuse me?" sunghoon says, as if fighting off the urge to laugh.

you slide off the mattress, sauntering over to him. you throw a leg over his lap, sinking down until you're straddling sunghoon. his large hands hold you by your waist. looking down at him at this moment, you feel every fiber of your being light up with a sort of giddiness you've never felt before.

"heeseung told me about how you're always trying to one-up him and 'beat him at his own game', so to speak," you explain.

"and now you're banging me, his girlfriend, every chance you get," you add cheekily, kissing the corner of sunghoon's mouth.

sunghoon exhales, hands traveling up your back, cradling you, holding you close.

"i don't want to steal his life," sunghoon says, voice low.

"even if i came with it?" you question, tilting your head to the side. sunghoon grins, kissing you so suddenly, you fall back against his desk.

"such a clever, clever girl."

you're trembling now.

anticipation. want. need.

"my clever girl," he adds.

---

the first cracks start showing the day you ask sunghoon about his wanting heeseung's life.

you promised to meet heeseung for dinner later that day but not before you rid yourself of sunghoon's shirt, of course. he sent you off with a long, heady kiss against the door of his dorm.

you were distracted for the entirety of the meal. heeseung could tell. you know heeseung could tell. something was eating at you from inside.

it didn't help when heeseung made a mindless comment on the way back to your own dorm room.

"you smell different," he had said.

you surrendered to the idea that you were irrevocably fucked at that point. you made a sorry excuse about borrowing a friend's perfume, nonetheless.

the cracks are spreading, spiderwebs of destruction in the walls of your relationship.

sunghoon is a proud man, not unlike heeseung. he's greedy, selfish, controlled by his desires.

you aren't as careful as you used to be. first, a hair tie, a black one, like any other hair tie. you left it at sunghoon's dorm one day. to this day, he wears it like a badge of honor.

a shirt next. a considerable jump from a hair tie, but sunghoon lent you one, and delirious with sleep, neither of you noticed when you waltzed right out of his room still brandishing the white tee that was obviously too big for you.

you made it under your own covers on your own bed when you finally realized.

lastly, a hickey.

you've done it now. you've fucked up so bad you can already see heeseung razing both heaven and hell as he finds out.

"fuck," you mutter under your breath, staring daggers at your reflection, at the red-purple mark just above your collarbone.

"fuck!"

how could both of you reach this point? practically gallivanting your affair under heeseung's nose. it sickens you. you're disgusted with yourself.

but you know you're only this appalled because you're a hair away from being caught.

you jump when you hear the door to your room slam shut. of course. of course. heeseung has a copy of your dorm room key. you gave it to him a few weeks ago as a sort of milestone in your relationship.

you think to yourself with much irritability that you shouldn't have done that.

the ceiling is caving in. run. run now.

"_________?" heeseung calls out. you hear him approach the bathroom door. he knocks and you feel like screaming.

so polite. heeseung's always so polite.

"i don't feel good, hee," you manage. you definitely feel sick and you want to pass out.

"what's wrong? do you need to go to the hospital?" heeseung asks, voice growing loud with concern. he tries the doorknob.

"no!" you yell a little too loud. "it's just—i just need to be left alone, please."

silence.

you hold your breath, staring at your reflection in the mirror.

you don't even know who's looking back at you.

"okay," heeseung finally says after a few moments. "let me know if you need anything, please?"

you call out a reply, collapsing to the bathroom floor once you hear your door close once more.

---

you ignore him for a week.

he tries to come over but you shoo him away with one excuse or another. your conversations are contained in dry texts and obligated phone calls. he asks what's wrong. he pleads with you.

nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong!

heeseung seems like a far-off memory now. you haven't properly looked at his face in days. you haven't held him in much longer.

today, he's waiting for you outside your dorm. he looks like shit. dark circles under his eyes, hair disheveled, clothes unironed.

"baby, what's happening?" heeseung asks, not even sparing you any formalities. no 'hey', 'hi', or 'hello'.

he holds you by the arms, still gentle as ever and only now do you see the damage in his eyes. damage you've inflicted.

"i—," you begin. what are you going to say? sorry, i've been fucking sunghoon behind your back for the better part of four months, i let him call me his and i agree when he says he's mine?

"i can't do this anymore," you whisper, head hung low.

"do what? what can't you do?" heeseung demands, voice rising into a desperate whine.

"baby, please," he continues, sinking to his knees. he looks up at you and he's crying.

"what did i do?"

you watch heeseung sob at your feet and it's the most difficult thing you've had to watch thus far. you ball your hands into fists, confused, angry, regretful.

where's that ego now, heeseung? why aren't you mad? be mad! yell at me, blame me for something, tell me how much better off you'd be with someone else! make it easier for me to tell the world that you hurt me!

"you didn't do anything," you say, tears now falling from your own eyes.

heeseung just looks at you. looks at you for what seems like hours. his face, previously crumped up in despair, morphs into an expression of clarity.

he knows.

heeseung pulls himself up from the ground, letting go of you and stepping back, as if shocked by electricity.

"i hope you're happy."

you know what that means.

go fuck yourself. fuck you and whoever the guy is. you're a whore, a bitch, a waste of my time!

you look at heeseung one final time, shoulders shaking as your whole body is racked with sobs.

"i love you," heeseung declares.

he brushes past you, down the stairs, out the lobby, out the exit.

out of your life.

---

you truly are sick. you're vile. you're the worst.

sunghoon knows even before you can say anything. he pulls you into his room and into his arms, whispering nonsense to you as you cry into his chest.

and then you're kissing, hands pulling at clothes, tongues dragging against skin, blood rushing in your ears.

you know this makes sunghoon feel better about himself. you're not stupid. you carried out a secret affair for weeks. of course, you aren't.

you realize now that it's sunghoon who has an ego.

he relishes in the way you cling to him so desperately, basks in the sounds you make, mixed with his name.

"i've got you," sunghoon reassures, arms braced on either side of your head as he fucks you down on his bed.

"please," you whimper out, holding sunghoon's face in your hands. he's going so deep, abusing your hole and it feels so good.

sunghoon kisses you and it's forceful and needy and everything you need at this moment.

"you're mine," sunghoon grunts, your bottom lip caught between his.

you mewl as he lets go of your lip with a tug.

"i'm yours," you say.

sunghoon leaves kisses all over your chest, neck, and jaw. he's getting you closer to your release. you want it, you want it so bad.

"and i'm yours?" sunghoon questions, kissing behind your ear.

"all mine," you confirm.

---

you wake up the next day, limbs heavy and a colossal headache bursting through your head. you feel arms tighten around your midsection and it's a tidal wave of memories of the day before for the next few seconds.

you bury yourself further into the pillows and covers.

sunghoon kisses the nape of your neck and you drift back into sleep.

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon smut #sunghoon scenarios #w: sunghoon #w: heeseung

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jazzsonly · 1 month

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pairing(s): chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin x fem!sibling!reader (x tara carpenter.)

warning(s): angst(?) mentions of reader being in fight, mentions of reader having a black eye, arguing, obviously blk!reader, shitty writing, typos—not proofread, mentions of being stabbed—mentions of ghostface attacks, established romantic relationship between reader and tara, mentions of a panic attack, though not specified, reader is 19.

summary: chad and mindy’s, troubled little sister.

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“sit down.” mindy uttered through her gritted teeth as her hand firmly grasps your right shoulder, her nails digging into your skin through the fabric of your faded evil dead shirt as she harshly pushes you down into the couch that was placed in the living room of your girlfriend’s shared apartment.

“look at your face! a black eye?!” you squint at your older sister, giving her scornful eyes that she definitely didn’t miss.

“what?” she pauses. “you have something to say to me? say it.”

“i’m not a child, mindy—”

“then act like it!” her hands throw up exclaiming frustration before falling back down to her side in a, rightful, dramatic manner.

“you won’t even hear me out! why is it always my fault?”

this time her eyes squint at you, not in angry or frustration but in astonishment. “because it just is, y/n. every week it’s the same thing with you and i won’t deal with it anymore.”

she won’t deal with it anymore? what does that mean? was she sending you back to woodsboro?

letting your teeth sink into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood from the cut you had got from a previous fight earlier this week; you watched as the girl paced back and forth, her hands firmly on her hips and her breathing uneven. she was clearly stressed—or maybe even something more than stressed.

but chad wouldn’t let her do that, would he? he wouldn’t send you away?

“not only did we agree but we helped you convince mom and dad to let you come to new york with us, we convinced them that we’d look after you and make sure you finished high school.”

“all while we promised we’d go to college, but every week either me or chad has to leave class early because you got into trouble—and you don’t even care!”

“not once have yo—”

the apartment’s door’s locks clicked and it creaked open, revealing chad with sam and tara who appeared by his side.

“hey, i got here as—”

“what happened to your face?” chad was cut off by tara, who rushed over to you, crouching down in front of you and cupping your bruised face.

“‘s nothing tar.” you pull away from the girl’s touch is a resentful manner, still very high in emotion from mindy’s scolding.

“it’s nothing? dude, half of your face is bruised.” chad spoke up as he stepped by mindy’s side, arms crossed.

sam wallowed in the back, not sure if she had the right to say much in this situation. (which, according to mindy and chad she had the right to scold you whenever, maybe even more than them at times.)

“i had to defend myself, so what?” you shrug, a plastic nonchalant aura rolling off you with a very loud hint of anger.

“every week?” tara asks in dismay, hating to see this site get worse and worse.

you shrug again.

“i can’t with you right now.” tara threw her hands up, moving away from you, not wasting any time to make her way to the hallway that led to her room.

“then don’t! i don’t wanna deal with any of you right now! you don’t listen to me, you act like you’ve never had to defend yourself—you act like i haven’t gone through what you’ve gone through!”

you stand up in haste from the spot mindy had forced you into.

“fighting a literal serial killer and fighting some scrawny girl at school are two different things, y/n!” mindy broke down her words in a belittling manner.

sam now too had disappeared to her room, giving you three privacy though you could be heard through the walls. (thank god quinn wasn’t here, she would’ve got a kick from eavesdropping.)

“why can’t you channel this energy into something important? like soccer—oh, wait you got kicked off the team for what? fighting!”

chad eyes mindy, deciding to step into the conversation, knowing the nerve that could’ve hit for you as you had drunkenly expressed just how much it hurt you to get booted from the team you had worked so hard to be on, even planned to play in college when you had the chance.

“look, what mindy is trying to say is: we care about you, y/n—you’re our sister but you can’t keep doing this…you aren’t just hurting yourself but us too.”

“and tara,” chad points towards the girl’s whereabouts.

“even sam.”

“how does it hurt you all, if i fight someone?”

i had to skip class two days in a row for you. chad though but failed to vocalize, viewing it as pointless.

“…mindy and i have been talking, and thinking a lot.”

you heart beat began to pick up, a swirl of a holeless pit formed in your stomach at the long pause in chad’s words.

“we think you should go back to woodsboro.”

your illogical anger has flushed away in mere seconds after the words hit your ears, immediately you became their little sister again.

“no, i—look, i won’t fight anymore—i’ll—i’ll go to the stupid therapy with you guys!”

you watched as chad eyed mindy, him believing in your words while she held a faithless look, knowing, even if you were her little sister there was little to no truth to your words.

hell, even you knew there was little to no truth to your words. but you were just a kid, even if you were just a year younger than them—it scared you, it scared every single second that ghostface could be back.

you could be stabbed again, in the hospital room right beside your girlfriend, in physical pain on your own and in mental pain, not knowing if the people you love most in this world were even going to make it.

you weren’t even sure if you were going to make it.

these things, these emotions and thoughts formed a livid storm in you like no other.

you’re just a teenager, and like any other teenager you assume you’re strong—you don’t need any type of therapy, where you talk about your feelings and any of dumb shit, shit just to bring the memories back.

you beat it physically on your own, so you can beat it mentally on your own.

but you couldn’t be more wrong, your troubled day to day be proof of this.

this very moment, the fear that rang through your body being proof of it too.

“please. i can’t—” your knees bulk causing you to drop back down to the couch, a slight dizzy feeling taking over your head, an enclosure taking over your chest.

a panic attack forming that you were all too familiar with, battling them alone in your room—too prideful to talk to anyone, well, minus tara who had helped you through a few.

“y/n? what’s wrong? breathe.” your siblings instantly by your side.

they don’t miss the look in your eyes, almost as if they were foreign too and you couldn’t understand what was going on.

“i think she’s having a panic attack.” chad notes, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“uh, what do we do? what—”

you flutter your eyes, managing to utter out a name.

“tar—tara.”

“tara—tara? get tara!” mindy orders chad, who is quick on his feet.

“just breathe, y/n. it’s okay. i’m here. chad’s here, and tara’s here. it’s all alright.” mindy’s harsh tone had broken down to a soft one, the same one she would use when you were kids and chad would make you cry by breaking one of your toys, and the same one she used when you were in the hospital bed after being attacked by ghostface.

“baby? what’s wrong?” tara crouches down in front of you, like when she first came in the door, this time in a haste to comfort you instead of worrisome about your bruises.

“i—i’m sorry.” you grasp her wrist as her hands settle on either side of your face.

“it’s okay. you don’t need to be sorry, i’m not mad at you. neither are chad and mindy.”

the carpenter eyes them, getting them to shake their head in support.

“we’re all just a little stressed out, okay? that doesn’t mean we’re mad at you.”

“i love you, breathe for me.” you shake your head, following the breathing guidelines she were displaying for you.

“she’s calming down.” tara assures the twins.

“come on,” tara stands, holding out here hand for you to take.

“let’s get you cleaned up and then we can lay down, yeah?”

“but—”

“you can talk with chad and mindy later, come on, i know you want some cuddles.” tara teases in a joking manner, attempting to lighten the mood.

mindy taking note of the comment, being sure to tease you about ‘wanting cuddles’ later.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻 i would love to write an actual story based off this but i have no real ideas, if you guys have any send em my way 👀

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satorubi · 1 year

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𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄 — ft. geto suguru

· ₊ ⊹ synopsis — geto loses his virginity.

「❀」 word count ! : 2.7k

「❀」 pairing : geto x fem! reader

「❀」 content warning ! : minors do not interact, virgin killer! reader, soft dom geto, reader instructs geto :p, sort of whiny geto, pussy whipped geto, cowgirl, missionary, slight choking, blowjob, protected sex.

「❀」 author’s note ! : oh my god i’m so so excited to share this. i haven’t written anything for my bby in so long, excuse any mistakes, this hasn’t been beta read. i thought of this randomly after listening to subby asmr yes i did. so so sorry ab the ending, ik it’s rushed, but i needed to finish this </3 special thank you to @venusflytrapstar for helping my tiny writers block. ur a gem.

the majority of geto's evening seemed to be going well. your and geto’s anniversary was a success after a beautiful meal at your preferred restaurant—his treat—and a romantic stargaze in the hill where your first date occurred.

well, that is, up until the two of you made it back home.

without saying anything, you had left the room and entered the bedroom. he trails you in confusion, a twinge of anxiety in his stomach. he’d considered whether he might have upset you in some way, but as soon as he opened the door, a much more exciting surprise greeted him.

his girlfriend—you— naked.

“you look.. fucking beautiful.”

you lift your hands up to your chest, kneading your breasts in your palms as you eye his every move. geto doesn’t take his eyes off of you, his piercing gaze never leaving your own as you part your lips to speak, “and you look nervous. am i making you nervous, geto?”

he swallows, “a little bit, yeah.” he laughed, masking the cracking pitch of his voice, before losing himself in thought. you were aware that he was a virgin. you knew of it months before you started dating. it’s not that he didn't want to—you were absolutely gorgeous—but he was afraid of looking like an idiot. he didn't want you to think of him as an immature, inexperienced loser.

but to him, that’s exactly what he was.

“why’re you nervous? scared you’ll cum too quick?”

well, that was one of the things on the list.

“very funny,” he utters. getting up from your position, you inch your way toward geto, pressing your bare chest against his clothed one. geto couldn’t hold back the sudden arousal sitting in his pants. his cock was practically petting your thigh, and it gave him goosebumps.

“you’re so hard. i can feel it.”

untying the draw strings of his sweatpants, you reach a hand into his boxers, rubbing and cupping his balls in your palms— heavy, “they’re so full, baby. why don’t we fix that, hm?” your question got lost in translation the minute you began to lower down onto your knees. as your skin hits the cool, wooden floor, you kiss him through his boxers. the gray fabric felt soft on your lips, but geto’s hard on simply ruined that.

geto had already reached his peak when you eventually stopped teasing him, leaving you with a stiff cock in your hand. he was big and quite girthy. pretty. his length was further defined by veins that protruded from the base all the way to the skin before his tip. geto was shuddering in your grasp, and although he was trying to shield it, you read right through him.

“god, baby. you’re so handsome like this. i should've done this a long time ago, don’t you think?” your teasing antics seemed to be successful. each syllable you spoke was accompanied by a little groan for the man above you. he had his arms resting beside him with his fist bawled in what looked like anticipation. he was waiting for you to make some sort of movement, but you wanted to take it slow tonight.

“yn, do something please,” he whines we’re humoring you. you begin to pump him at a slow pace. the pre-cum beginning to leak from his tip made the process all the more smoother, the self made lubricant giving you a boost.

“something like what? you have to use your words, geto.”

geto could almost roll his eyes at your games but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t making him fall apart. you hadn’t even stuck it in your mouth yet and he wondered how difficult it’ll be when he finally gets the chance to cram you full of him. call him a creep, but he always pondered about what it would feel like— your walls, gripping and pulling on him as you cry out his name for more, your tits bouncing with every thrust, and your body reacting to the pressure of an orgasm that he brought you too.

perfect, it would be perfect.

“in your mouth..” he finally answers. it was only a matter of time before your mouth met the tip of his cock, starting off with a slow lick to the slit. you then move to the base, kissing the skin near his shaft and moaning while doing so. geto didn’t know this, but you were getting more pleasure out of this than he was. you just couldn’t wait to see the look in his eyes when he empties himself in your mouth. and hey, depending on the playful mood you’re in, you might even tease him some more.

“you’re so pretty. so, so fuckin’ pretty.”

sappy. typical geto.

you suck on his cock as if it’s a pacifier, placing your hands on his thighs as you bob your head back and forth. the suckling sounds and your grip had geto stumbling back a bit, his hand finding the wall as he leaned back to watch you work your magic. he was as hard as a brick and your enthusiasm about it all wasn’t helping his case.

“wait, wait, wait, baby- fuck!”

you didn’t wait, you just kept going— and now, at a faster pace. you were gawking around him, your throat closing and then opening right back up again. it made everything worse when you made eye contact with him. geto was already in love, but this? this was heaven— his heaven.

“stop looking at me like that,” he mumbles, “i’ll cum soon-“

you release him to catch your breath and share a few words, “that’s the goal, baby. can you be a good boy and cum ‘f me,” you ask, swallowing him once again. as your throat grew accustomed to expanding and shutting around him, it became easier to take in more of him. with tears threatening to spill from your eye sockets, you squeezed your thumbs and did your best to get as much of him into your mouth as you could.

tiny crescent marks tainted your palms and the waterworks were rolling. geto hadn’t said a full sentence in a minute, making your eyes open to shoot him a glance.

and god, was he beautiful.

he hadn’t even gotten the chance to slip inside and he was already so sensitive. his eyebrows were furrowed, his bottom lip was sandwhiched in between his teeth, and his eyes had fallen just enough to look directly into yours. he hadn’t even realized how out of it he was.

you pull your mouth away from him to resume pumping him like earlier. with a drool covered mouth, you smile and politely say, “c’mon suguru, i know you wanna’ let it go.”

“fuck, fuuck! i do, i do. please make me cum, yn- shit!”

begging. it was exactly what you wanted to hear, and now that you’d achieved your goal, it was only right for your good boy to be rewarded, “yeah? i know you do. i can see it all over your pretty face. you’re so cute when you’re needy,” you giggle.

just then, geto started to fuck into your hand, desperate to finally unravel everything he’d composed. deciding to let him have this one, you allow him to ride out his orgasm. you’d done quite enough, and seeing him this way was much, much more entertaining.

“i’m cumming, i’m cumming. fuuuck me- yes!”

you yearned to hear more of the groans coming from his mouth. when his cries finally subsided, you rose from your knees and walked him over to the bed.

now, this was both nerve-wracking and exciting. geto didn’t really have a clue what to do other than the basics; move your hips and keep your rhythm. yes, he’d watched porn before, but those were never true to life. the actors were primarily simply doing what they do best, which is acting. all of it was a scam. the only knowledge to be attained was how to do everything incorrectly.

“i don’t know how to do this,” he blurts out, catching your attention before you could make any further movements, “i really like you- love you, actually. i don’t wanna’ fuck this shit up, y’know?”

you smile, sensitive eyes blinking up at him, “you won’t, trust me. you have an excellent teacher,” you smirk and take your place on the mattress. he was angsty, but he trusted you, and he wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t comfortable with— you wouldn’t allow him to.

he suddenly feels your cool hands cover his cock with a condom. he would’ve surely appreciated a fair warning before hand, because the same rush he felt earlier had returned and so did his boner. “can you take your shirt off for me?” you ask, patting the mattress for him to take a seat soon after. “i don’t want you to do all the work,” he whines, joking you and resting his head against your pink pillow.

“it’s your first time. it’s okay to be a pillow princess.”

“take that back, for real.”

after sharing a laugh, the time finally comes. your pink acrylics wrap around geto’s cock and you feel him flinch at your touch. your hands were still cold, but your pussy would be warming him up soon.

“fuck, geto. look at you, fitting right in, baby.”

putting him inside wasn't difficult, but keeping him inside would surely be challenging. despite how much of a godsend it was, you were just so wet. it was just so sexy seeing him in this position. surely you enjoyed being tossed around occasionally, but controlling a man's orgasm had a distinct quality to it.

“shit, princess.” geto’s hands hold on to your hips as you slowly begin to glide up and down his cock. you started with just the tip first, getting him used to your walls. you were trying your best not to squeeze him too hard, but it was difficult not to.

although it was just the tip, it was driving you absolutely crazy, “how do i feel, suguru?” you ask, hands grazing his chest and shoulders as you gradually accept more of him inside of you. your tits we’re hanging so prettily in his face, nipples harder than ever. the urge to shove one in his mouth came over you quickly but was soon suppressed. you wanted him to make progress on his own.

“so good. s-so motherfuckin’ good,” he groans and it was almost like he read your mind. to your surprise, geto latches his mouth on to one of your breasts. his tongue swirled around your nipple as he sucked and tugged on it like it was his last meal.

and he couldn’t show favorites.

moving his hands from your hips, he cups your tits and his hands and kneads either. sucking on one while massaging the other, “keep going,” he utters, letting go to take a breath, “keep fuckin’ me, just like that.”

that caused you to show out now, your hips rotating in circles as you threw your ass back— now slamming you down onto him a bit harder, “just like this?”

“yes, baby- fuck!” he closes his eyes and wraps his arms around your waist. kisses are placed on your neck and chest before geto quickly buries his head between your tits. his man-bun was starting to fall apart, and so was he. you start to feel geto pulse inside of you and you knew he’d be cumming soon.

“you wanna’ cum? hm? it’s okay, suguru. i know i’m making you feel so good. it’s alright to let go.”

only then did he start to thrust upward to mirror the motion of your hips. his cock was now hitting the sweet spot much more quickly thanks to your power and his combined, “i wanna’ cum, pretty girl. please make me c-cum,” he chants several pleas as he slams your hips down onto his lap. he was more than just needy, he was desperate.

he was so close and you were bouncing on his cock like it was life or death. it became impossible for him to hold back from the buildup. geto hardly gave you a chance to speak before taking the plunge to pin you down. he needed to fuck you, and he was completely bottoming out. while he was shifting positions, he was too greedy to stop. you could still feel him pushing into your cunt even while in the process of laying you against the sheets.

“suguru- baby, you were so close-“

it was his first time and all, and maybe pleasuring him for the night was your goal, but he couldn’t help himself. you looked too good, and you felt even better. you’d already given him an enormous about of pleasure, now it was your turn.

“just let me fuck you, baby. i promise i’ll give it to you right, please open up ‘f me.”

you didn’t know where the wave of confidence came from, but you definitely didn’t hate it. his sensual, yet assertive manner had you ready to submit already, “if you need any help i’ll be right here to- oh fuck!”

your words were abruptly cut short when geto sent you a hard stroke. it was like he already knew exactly where to poke at, “shit, baby. wrappin’ around me like a glove,” he states, keeping a steady eye on your facial expressions.

your expressions were creased with both pleasure and anguish. geto gave you strong, prolonged thrusts that caused the mattress beneath you to squeak, as if forgetting how enormous he was already. your entire body was rocking at the same rhythm of the your skin slapping against one another’s.

“s-suguru, ‘s so deep..inside m-me,” you stutter, lifting your head to look at him continuously fuck you dumb. he was chasing his orgasm and yours, hoping to be able to finish with your cream coating his dick till you had nothing left to give.

“you’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you? letting me fuck you like this to get myself off, but you wanna’ cum too, don’t you?”

you could do nothing more than nod in agreement while biting your bottom lip. by watching his cock move in and out of you, you were nearly put into a trance. more of your essence spilled onto him with each retraction he made.

“‘m gonna’ cum, suguru. i love you- love your dick s-so much.” slurring your speech made it seem as though geto was performing much better than he believed he was. with his hand raised to your neck and a light pressure applied to the side near your ear, geto, whose orgasm was trailing closely behind your own, was making eye contact with you.

he could feel your small hand hold on to his wrist for support. he was fucking you enough to make your eyes cross, whimpers broken just enough to arouse him some more, “m’ cumming, daddy. ‘m cumming-fuck! yess, ooh!”

he spilled everything he had into the condom after hearing the nickname, which was more than enough for him. the warm liquids could still be felt in your stomach even though he wasn't precisely filling you.

“fuuuck, yn. i fuckin’ love you. so much, pretty girl, so much.” hurrying his head into your shoulder, he continues to fuck you until you’re ready to cum again.

and you do.

you felt completely drained, not only from the hard work from earlier, but from geto’s cock basically wringing out all of the cum you could produce. geto pulled out and left a smile on your face, “not too bad for a virgin, huh?”

you smile, “not too bad. not too bad at all.

©️ SUUNMIC 2023

tags : @venusflytrapstar @hiraizens @ryujnn @takemichiluvr

#𓂅 🏹 saturn’s novels ☁️#geto x reader #geto x female reader #geto x fem! reader #geto smut #jjk smut #— jjk <33 #jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader

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parrythisucasual · 6 months

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If it's not too much trouble, May i request a sweetheart Plush Fem!Reader x Jax where the reader going through a panic attack episode? Maybe Jax has to stop them from pulling apart their seams as he calms them down. (I'm such a sucker for hurt/comfort.)

Jax x Plush! Fem! Reader

Hope you enjoy!!!

You were shaking, breathing heavily despite the lack of need to. You felt tears pool in your eyes. This was way too much. Being in the circus was already mentally straining- why did Caine have to make this the next adventure?!

In honor of “human Halloween” Caine had created an AI to hunt everyone down, slasher movie style. You’d locked yourself in your room, hidden under your bed, and sobbed.

You let out a cry of terror as you hear footsteps draw closer. You know you cant die, you know you cant get hurt… But that doesnt stop you from being horrified. You bite your arm to shut yourself up, tearing a hole in your fleece.

The knob jiggles, and your breathing only gets more rapid, more shallow. You’re on the verge of passing out when you hear the lock click. The door swings open, revealing not the slasher AI, but Jax. His eyes fell on you almost instantly, the smug look sliding off his face faster than you’ve ever seen.

“(Y/N)!” he hurried to you, uncharacteristically worried, “what happened?” he pulled you out from under the bed. You grabbed him, crying into his chest. You could care less it was Jax, you just needed someone.

“Th-Th-the killer-!” you sobbed, shaking so hard you nearly fell over. Jax steadied you, frowning, “That scared you that bad?” He led you to yur bed to sit you down, “It’s over, okay? You won.”

You didn’t care about winning. You didn’t care at all. But the knowledge that it was over made your entire body tingle with relief.

“What’s this…?” Jax asked suddenly, reaching out and lifting your torn arm, “did… you do this to yourself?” You sniffled, nodding a bit, “I-I didn’t want to be heard-” “(Y/N), don’t-”

He hugged you. He reached out and hugged you. You were in shock, momentarily forgetting how worked up you were. Was Jax… crying…? This was insane. This wasn’t the egotistical rabbit you knew. This was… the guy he was hiding.

Your arms wrap around his waist, squeezing slightly, “I-I’m sorry,” you mumble, leaning into him more. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he drew in a shaky breath, reaching to rub your hair, “I’m sorry-” “Ot’s okay, I’m okay now, I promise!”

You smile a bit, this soft side of Jax making your non-existant heart flutter. Jax relaxes, returning your smile with one of his own, “Well, good,” he attempted to regain some part of his usual composure, “...you wanna get patched up?”

You nod and point to your desk, “Top drawer,” and he retrieves your sewing kit, threading a needle expertly. “You’ve sewn before?” you question, lifting your arm so he could begin the repair. He half shrugged, “Ragatha taught me once, said it was useful and I had to know how. I thought it was stupid,” he finishes the stitches and snips the thread, “well, until now of course.”

A small smile played on your lips, but he looked away. At first you thought you’d upset him, until you noticed the dusting of light pink on his cheeks. You laughed softly.

“Thank you.”

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc x reader #jax #jax x reader #tadc jax #tadc jax x reader #the amazing digital circus jax

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sidneyprescottswhore · 9 months

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BROOOO IM IN LOVE WITH AMBER AND UR WRITING IS AMAZING AND U NEED MORE AMBER FICS SO IM GOING TO REQUESTTTT🥶🥶 SO LIKE CAN U DO SMTH WHERE LIKE AMBER AND READER ARE ENEMIES SO LIKE AMBER BREAKS INTO READERS HOUSE TO KILL HER BUT FINDS HER HIDING IN LIKE A BRA AND PANTIES AND LIKE FUCKS HER BC SHE LOOKS SO CUTE🙏🙏🙏🙏 also pls add mommy kink ik u said she might have a daddy kink but pls do mommy instead😖😖😾😾😾😭😭

your hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips

over over again, like my only prayer

amber freeman x fem!reader.

warnings: g!p amber, choking, other shit… however i am so fucking lazy sorry <3

after finishing this i realized i forgot a mommy kink! well oops also this is short and sucky sorry i have no fucking motivation and really want to write for lana

that phone call.

that same voice from the threatening phone call you had recieved minutes before, was now booming through your house.

you had obviously thought they were joking.

“im gonna tear through your house, and then through you next.”

god, could they have worded that any worse? “im gonna tear through you.” to you, that had just sounded like a more, rough, way to talk about sex.

but, maybe, maybe you were just a sex freak.

so obviously, you had went back to what you were doing before. hanging up the phone, not giving a shit less of what that person had to say.

but now, you regreted just sitting there, rather than calling the police. you chose not to think of your regret, but more or less to just stay quiet, and still. there was someone roaming throughout your house. of course you were gonna stay quiet?? what the fuck else would you be doing?

you were embarrassed shitless. at this time and moment, this stranger couldn’t have wanted to kill you at a worse time. you were stuck, in lacy white panties, finished with a pink little bow. even had a matching bralette. it was fucking freezing, and you were gonna die in the most provocative outfit you could have ever worn that day. you felt like you were sitting on bricks, as you sat atop on all of the piled up shoes in your closet.

as you stood up to move the shoes covering the floor, you heard your bedroom door slam open, you immediately fell to your feet, hand cupping your mouth in order to not let any noise escape.

what an uncomfortable way to die… damn.

you heard the footsteps approaching that closet door, and you immediately started to think of ways to seduce this person, because.. it was really all you could do, considering you were dressed up as if you were a hooker. as if you were waiting for this moment, to use your charm. to use your body to seduce one who was there to kill you. to show it off to all your hooker friends. but no, that was not the case at all.

your mind was cluttered with so many thoughts that you had lost all attention to the world, it wasnt until you felt the cold metal of what looked like a knife underneath your chin, that you had realized.. some person.. in a mask, was staring right at you. it was a dumb mask, really. like, lets say, michael myers… but if he got his face melted off. the way the eyes and jaw hung low made you giggle as you looked this ‘killer’ in the eyes of the mask. it wasnt till after your giggle fit that you realized: this guy might be for real, i mean, you could even feel that knife sliding down to your neck, the cold metal point poking you just so slightly. drawing the tiniest prick of blood, and the tiniest tear in the corner of your eye.

“aww.. what’s wrong? i thought that.. that it was funny?”

the once menacing voice that was on the other side of that phone line, was now gentle and teasing. even stuttering between words. its like he wanted to pity you.

as the guy slid the knife away from you, you could hear his breathing pick up. he sucked in a breath and began to talk to you once more.

“you’re cute you know.. makes me not wanna kill you.” the knife was now sliding down to your bra. “adorable” he closed..wait, he? HE? no, this person was not a “he”. the voice was more clear as he said that last word. less groggy and robotic, more… feminine.

the “guy” who was gonna spare your life because of your charm.. was a woman.

you snapped back to reality at your nipples being exposed to the cold air, you looked down to see she severed the fabric of your bra. it sat ontop of your lap, your nipples hardening from the air.

“such cute nipples.” she said. her hands dropped the knife that sat in her hands originally, now moving to remove her gloves, and then her mask.

straight, pretty, black hair was revealed first, then a pale, beautiful face next. her eyes were gorgeous, her face was glistening in the light from sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead. god, you were… you were mesmerized.

you didn’t realize how long you had actually been staring for until you had realized her robe slowly being removed.

jesus christ.

you stared right at her black lacey panties, the bulge catching you off guard. it had looked like her cock was practically straining against the fabric, begging to be free.

you didn’t care that she had a dick, you didn’t care that she was just holding a knife up to your throat, you didn’t even care she came here solely to kill you.

you just wanted her so bad.

you started by slowly removing her panties, her cock springing out infront of your face. if you were being honest, she wasn’t that big. her cock was almost 6 inches, with a slight curve. but that didn’t even matter to you.

“i’m sorry that it wasn’t what you were expecting.” she frowned, obviously self conscious about her size. “no, no. it’s so fucking-“ your breath was hot on the tip of her cock as she took it into her hand, a slight amount of precum leaking from it. “-so fucking perfect.” you finished.

you took the tip into your mouth, catching amber by surprise. she seemed sensitive, already slowly bucking into your mouth. “easy there.” she nodded at that, stopping immediately. your tongue swirled around the tip, tasting that precum from before.

“look at me.” you spoke, your eyes looking up at her as she screwed her own shut, she attempted to open her eyes, not wanting to disobey. “you feel- so g-good..” she whined as you took the full length into your mouth. your hands snaked around to grab her ass as you continued to take her cock in your mouth, drool was sliding down your chin, you were sloppy but it just made it even better.

“oh, o-oh god.” she whimpered, resuming her movements as she bucked back into your mouth. “baby.. please” she was begging at this point.

“cum for me.” she cried at that, god she was so fucking sensitive. you took your mouth off of her, stroking her cock slowly. “please.. faster i can’t cum like that-“ she was whining, desperate and on the fucking edge.

“thats too bad, come on.. you can do it.” you cooed, rubbing her cock slow as ever. “f-fuck!” she moaned, feeling herself release all over your face. you groaned at that, continuing to stroke your cock until every last drop was gone.

“you taste so good, doll.”

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josibunn · 8 months

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stress relief.

hihi! some Danny action bc I just finished intruded and he’s my new babygirl :3 uhh tired working fem reader x Danny, sorta switch Danny, p in v, lovey dovey shit, praise, reader is super tired after work and Danny just wants to him u :( use of momma from danny! comment to be in the tag list and requests are always open!! +18

tl: @cc-luvr @bambi-horror

you drag your feet into your apartment with a sigh, eyes shut and lip pouty. you were exhausted. your office job completely runs over you each day. you kick your shoes off and take off your jacket, not even bothering to put it in the closet and just throwing it on the floor, loosening your tie.

Danny was sprawled out on the couch in some pajama pants and a wife beater, playing with his own hair, eyes glued to the tv before you came in. “hi baby,” he sits up, watching you loosen your tie and undo your hair. “hey,” you sigh heavily, rolling your aching neck around.

“long day?” he watches you drop your keys onto the table. “real long day.” you sigh as you plop onto the couch, laying back. he pulls you into his lap as he leans back onto the arm rest on the couch. “what happened?” he rubs your back as he feels you unbutton your shirt against his chest.

“shelly,” your boss, “just keeps piling work onto me, like i’m the only fuckin’ person there.” you huff, sitting up. “and like, yeah, i’ve been there for a while now, but i’m not the only one in my department who can do the research work. not that fuckin’ hard to load up a fax machine, yknow?” you massage your scalp, eyes rolling back.

“yeah, right,” you hear him say, though you know he’s never even seen a fax machine, so you chuckle. you look back down at him, seeing his eyes fixated on your tits peaking out of your shirt before they’re back up on your eyes.

“what’d you do today baby?” you rub his shoulders, smiling down at him tiredly. “besides my runs to the old folks home..not much. I-I really just cleaned, you’ll see when you get to the room.” you nod along at his words, your hands tucking his hair behind his ears and holding his face.

“you cleaned up? I told you I had it,” you coo, rubbing his cheek and watching them turn a shade of pink. “yeah, but it’s not trouble, I had free time and you work so hard, maybe you should call in tomorrow anyway, you’re always so tired and achy,” he rubs your hips.

you nod, “yeah, you’re right. i’ll try, everyone’s been up my ass lately,” you sigh, throwing your head back at the thought of going in tomorrow. “i’m sorry baby,” he pulls you down for a kiss, hands cupping your ass.

“s’fine, i’m home now.” you smile in the kiss as you lean him back, hands on his chest. you pull away to turn to the tv, “what’re you watching?” “uhm..some documentary about killers in jail with the life sentence.” he wasn’t looking at the tv anymore, he was more focused on your exposed curves as he rubbed your hips, eyes trailing down from your tits to the exposed flesh under your pencil skirt.

“is there anything I can do to help? maybe lighten the load?” he asks, and you giggle. “baby as smart as you are, I don’t think you can do the work I do,” you frown jokingly, looking down at him. you saw his eyes flicker from bellow your waist and back up to you, now feeling his semi hard on under you.

you smile to yourself, how cute. “is there anything I can do right now?” he tilts his head as his hands spread your legs open some more, rubbing you between you fold slowly, testing the waters.

you sigh, your eyes shutting as your head lolls back and your lip find it’s way between your teeth. “jus’ keep doin’ that.” you whisper, leaned over so you head was on his shoulder and your ass a little in the air to give him more access, rocking on his hand a bit.

you moan when you feel like draw circles on your clit, your hand pressing again this chest as you grinded onto him. “s’that good, momma?” he asked softly, looking down at you with flushed cheeks. you nod, swallowing back spit. “so good baby, doin’ so good.” you moan, sitting back up and kissing him, your hand holding the space between his neck and collarbone.

you can feel his boner press against your thigh, rubbing against you slightly as he pulls your skirt higher. you lift up and pull off your shirt, throwing it onto the floor with your skirt. he eyed you attentively, trying not to touch his rock hard cock, even though the tent in his pants were the only thing you could focus on, not bothering to pull of your long, under the knee socks.

you crawl back onto him and capture him in that kiss, your hands all over each other again. you rub his standing length through his pants, feeling bare cock before pulling him out, “no underwear? nasty boy, was waitin’ for me, huh?” you smile in the kiss as he nods.

“wanted you all day, couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you,” he pants, watching you spit in your hand and grab his length, stroking his pretty cock. he hisses and bucks up to your touch, a slight whimper leaving his mouth as he looked up at you dazed, eyes low and blown, cheeks pink.

you tuck his hair behind his ear and kiss him again, your tongue slipping into his mouth, and you hear him moan high as he kissed back. must’ve been really needy today, you thought. you moan into his mouth, feeling him push a finger into you while the other moved your underwear to the side, humming as he already started to pump it into you.

“so wet,” he says, and you stroke his cock unsteadily, trying to multitask but you both were so needy from being pent up all day. he pushes his other finger in and you let out a loud moan, pulling away for air. you squeeze his cock as you moan out and try to calm yourself, not being able to help him while he finger fucks you.

“so good baby, so good to me,” you moan, you both panting into each others mouth as you looked into each others eyes. “all for you, working so hard lately,” he looks at you with love as you pant.

“lemme take care of you, kay? cmere momma,” he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you up, your boobs against his cheek as he rubs his dick along your soaking pussy, gathering your wetness before he slides in. you let out a desperate, airy moan as he sinks you down onto you, him throwing his head back and sighing heavily, a raspy whine leaving his throat.

“oh dan, danny, baby,” you moan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as you lean her cheek on his head, clenching around him as you bottom out, already trying to move on him. he fucks up into you as he thrusts you down onto his dick, nails digging into your hip.

“fuck, ohh I missed you,” he whines, bear hugging you for better leverage, his hand in unclipping your bra swiftly, his mouth finding your nipple quickly. he moans around your skin as you moan into the air loudly, eyes rolled back as you let him manhandle you.

you hold onto him with all your worn out might, “needed this, oh needed it so bad,” you whine, your head jerking uncontrollably over his as he shoves you down on him, hearing the plap plap plap of your wet pussy slam on his cock, him planting his feet on the couch and floor as he fucks up into you.

you moan loudly, feeling his tip pound your cervix, hearing him let out a loud curse as he unlatches from your boob. “that’s it momma, ain’t it? feels good don’t it?” he waits for your confirmation but doesn’t receive it as you feel yourself slip into a ditzy state.

“baby,” he repositions you, seating fully on his lap, only a hand around your waist and one around your throat, making you gasp and let out a choked high moan. “I asked you somethin’. said it feels good, right?” he wheezed your throat as he shoved you down, your hands planted on his chest.

“yes baby, feels so damn good, I love it,” you slur, nodding dumbly as you look downs at him, moans falling of your tongue. “love it so much,” you say and whine, squeezing your eyes shut and your mouth falling open, not even being able to moan because he was just fucking you so so good, holding you up by your neck, the contact making you go wild, he never choked you, seeing as he was usually the subby one, but I guess he wanted it to be you for a change.

“i think i’m gunna cum,” you say shakily, gripping the shirt he had on. you squeeze onto him and he moans out, lashes fluttering as he watched himself disappear into you, your fluids glistening on his cock from by the light of the tv. “yeah?” he breaths, looking up at you, your head thrown back a little and mouth agape, brows furrowed and tears swelling in your closed eyes tiny gasps and whimpers leaving you.

“oh baby, you’re so pretty like this,” he could crumble right there, god he needed to be in charge more if it meant seeing you like this, all shaky and stupid. he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his chest so you wouldn’t be able to move, lifting his body off the couch before ramming himself into you at a brutal pace, making you choke and moan out loudly, eyes wide and brows raised at the immense amounts of pleasure shooting through you.

you wanted to grab onto him so bad but he had you in a lock, making you whine in between your high moans. “dannyyy,” you sob, “danny m’gonna cum,—gasp—i’m gonna cum! danny!” you balls your fists as you lay your head on his shoulder, your mouth open, feeling that knot in your stomach break, making you let out an loud airy, pornographic moan in his ear as you came on his cock with a vice grip.

“mmm,” he groans, biting his lip, watching the white ring form around his cock, the nasty squelching of your juices making him tip his head back, his eyes closed and his teeth tight against each other, drool pooling in his mouth. “that’s it momma, you hear that? such a good, loud little pussy,” he breaths, mouth open as his breaths get more vocal and raspy, almost sounded like growls.

you were so fucked out that you could barely move or moan, the way he fucked you had you in a trance. he was never like this but best believe it wouldn’t be his last time. you manage to pull your arms out of his grip, holding onto his shoulder that you still lay your head on as he has his way with you, chasing jus own release eagerly.

you could tell he was close, his forearms squeezed your waist harder as his thrusts got more erratic and quick, you could do nothing but sit there and take it, your eyes rolling back and drool pooling down your hand and onto his shoulder a little. “oh yes, yesyesyes, oh it’s so good, so gOod,” he whimpers, voice cracking.

you lazily fuck back onto him and it sends him over his edge, groaning out your name in a loud curse. “fuck! oh fuck baby, fuck i’m g-oh my god, mmm, mm!” he moans high in a hum before fucking his cum into you, slowing down and holding you down as he lays back, mouth open and head thrown back against the arm of the couch, filling you up so well.

you collect yourself and sit up, moving his hands down to your waist as you plant your hands back on his chest and begin to ride him slowly, dragging his orgasm out of him, overstimulating him.

he sucks in a breath and moans, hands gripping your hips again as he meets your eyes, “momma, momma no, no I-I can’t,” he whimpers, but if anything he was pushing you down and guiding you as he keeps cumming in you, gasping and moaning quietly.

“ yeah you can baby, you got it,” you coo, breathing into his mouth before your lips connect, him whimpering and moaning into your mouth. he moans shakily in the kiss as he stops cumming and you pull away, rubbing his face. “you were so good, so fucking good, need to do that more,” you nod with him as you wipe the spit under his lips off. “just wanna make you feel better,” he smiles warmly, eyes tired.

you look under you two as you lift up and slid off him, seeing the pool of cum and sweat under you surrounding his cock, and you giggle a little, you guys got so passionate in such little time.

“wanna get in the shower?” you ask him as he nods, handing you back your underwear.

oooh I loved this one, I wanted to change it up a bit bc as much as I loooove the sub danny fics,that’s all I see! so I wanted to give him a push. I hope u enjoyed!!! mwah mwah mwah

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #x black reader #danny cooper smut #danny cooper #intruders 2015 #danny cooper prompt

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average-vibe · 4 months

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”Are You Well?” pairing: Tom Simons x Fem!reader summary: you have a killer headache, and your boyfriend is very worried about you TW: cursing, so much fluff, and unedited work (lmk if i missed anything) A/N: this is my first Tommyinnit fic! hope you like it! i definitely didn’t get the title idea from the artful dodger masterlist ****

you quietly groaned in pain as your boyfriend, bless his soul, yelled out on joy, proceeded by a loud laugh.

“WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?” Tom continued, laughing along with the sounds of his keyboard keys getting smashed by his quick fingers. you held your head in your hands, trying to ease the banging pain in you temples. after about 5 more minutes of loud shenanigans going on in his office, you resorted to going in there, hoping he would calm down when he saw you. you slowly made your way to his office, and when you opened the door, his demeanor became a gentle, kinder looking one.

“Oh look! it’s the love of my life!” he said in a calm manner. you had been in some videos and more streams, but you rarely came in unplanned.

“Hey, can i stay in here?” you asked, looking at his monitor, slightly surprised to see how tired and, well, bad you looked.

”if you’d like. i’m doing a mod stream.” he replied, smiling at you, a twinge of worry in his eyes.

you then saw the chat, and as you moved closer, you could see some of the comments.

TommYinniT12: OMG ITS Y/N QUEEENNNNN

fruity-sky: LOVE UUUU

random.user1928: are u ok? how u doin?

barbie*gurl*barbie*world: hope ur doing well :)

You smiled at the ‘fans’ you had, giving a small wave. “Hey guys! how’s the stream going?” you asked.

“Going pretty good, better now, though.” Tommy flirted, smirking at the camera. “Obviously, i make everything better.” you teased, shrugging your shoulders as you sat down in a small stool designated for you. it was titled the “Y/N throne” (named by tubbo). You caught tom slightly glancing at you in a worried type of way as you answered some questions about how life was going. you shrugged it off, supposing it was something on your face, or maybe the dark circles that had gathered underneath your eyes.

Finally, you had finished introducing yourself, you sat back and watched your boyfriend joke around with his fans with the mods, which had made every tame animal hostile, and every hostile animal tame.

“AAAAGH!” Tommy yelled, as a chicken began to attack him. it was funny, but the sudden yell made you flinch in pain, your head in agony. you shut your eyes and tried to distract yourself, but the pain in your forehead was too prominent to be dismissed. your boyfriend looked back at you, as he clearly noticed your sudden change in additude.

“you okay?” he quietly spoke, trying to not draw attention to you, but no matter what, obviously his fans were going to take note of what happened.

username: is she okay?

papi susis: look at her; is she well?

you quickly nodded, smiling for effect, but you knew tom didn’t buy a second of it. but he simply nodded in return and turned back to his monitor, attempting to react to some comments taht chat was making, most of which about you, worried about your well-being.

“Yeah, i’m SO excited to meet up with them.” tom rambled, referring to his plans to meet up with Bill, Aimsey, and Ranboo. “I think y/ns going aswell, aren’t you?” he asked, turning to you.

“yeah, if you’ll let me.” you joked. “i’ll go as long as you let me out of the basement.”

“wHAT?” he reacted, the small yell going straight to your migraine, but you continued in your smirk, not wanting to ruin the stream with your headache.

the rest of the stream was spent with you laughing slightly at tom, who kept making flirtatious remarks towards you, making you blush a deep red and all the fans go crazy. after what seemed like forever, he finally signed off, saying goodbye to his fans and ending the stream.

“What’s the matter?” he said, almost immediately after ending the live. you studied him, looking at his eyes that were drowned in worry for you. his eyebrows that were furrowed together in stress. and his mouth that had hints of a smile at the ends of his mouths.

“Y/N.”

“huh?”

“what’s the matter? you’ve been staring at me for like, 30 seconds straight.” he said.

“oh. sorry.” you said, standing up from your “throne”. “i’m gonna go to bed.” you said, walking to the door until you felt a strong grip on your arm, holding you from advancing any further.

“Y/N. What is the matter?” he asked, the third time now. “Are you well?”

“i’m okay.” you said, playing a small smile.

Tom didn’t but it for a second.

“No your not.” he said, standing up, his frame towering above you. loosened his grip on your arm and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“i just have a headache, Tommy. That’s it, i promise.”

“how bad is it?”

you looked down, trying not to let him see your eyes. “Umm..”

“is it one of you worse ones?” tom asked, with nothing but concern in his eyes.

“yeah. a really bad one. the worst one yet.”you said, in one big string of words.

Tom held you close, giving you a gentle hug. “I suppose my screaming didn’t help much.” he guessed, looking guilty.

you hugged him tighter, sighing. “No, it really didn’t. but it’s part of your job.” you defended him, holding his face in your hands.

“I need to think about you more. i only think about my fans during streams. i never think about you. i’m sorry, love.” Tommy says, guilt covering all of his emotions.

“It’s okay.” you say, smiling.

“Do you wanna go cuddle in bed?” he asks, almost innocently.

“i would love to.” you say. “just let me get my headache medicine.”

“no, let me do it.” he says, jumping infront of you, walking to the closet.

for the rest of the night, he wouldn’t let you do anything, insisting that ‘you need to rest!’ before doing it for you.

when you finally fell asleep, he kissed your head.

“sleep well, love.

***** A/N: that sucked but wtvr.. sorry for taking so long on the stream part lol

hope you liked it

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May I request and 1996 Shauna Shipman x Fem!reader? Where Shauna is a vampire and she gets with reader?

It's okay if you can I just wanted to ask

Teeth (pt.1)

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: You had been attacked by a wild ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎animal, if it even was one. You slowly ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎begin to question your friends behaviour.

Pairing: Vampire!Shauna Shipman x reader

Warnings: blood/gore

Part two

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A blood rush induced haze, one hand limp, heart heavy with numb ground assailing legs; you ran. You didn't know how long you were running for, but you knew you couldn't stop, because it wouldn't. you couldn't feel the bottom half of your body, you traced the foreboding forest with your teary eyes, unsure of where to go. Looking behind, you'd convinced yourself that it was gone, that bloodlust creature that sunk its teeth into you on your way back home, and so you slid down against a rough tree, the wind healing the soreness in your breathless throat and the scorching heat that built up in your face.

"Yeah, I don't know, I think it was a wolf or something" you sat in the cafeteria the next day with a few of your friends, "Oh my god I'm so sorry (y/n), I knew I should've driven you home" Lottie apologised, "Are there wolves in New Jersey? I'm not sure we have them, it could've been a serial killer y'know.." Van exclaimed spookily to your side, you simply gave her a confused look. "I didn't know you were out yesterday night, is the wound bad?" Shauna asked across the table in front of you, weirdly sincere guilt covering her expression. You adjusted the bandage on your upper arm, "The doctors said it could take a few weeks to heal, luckily I didn't have to stay overnight at the hospital, but goddamn it hurts. The worst part is that they don't even know what could've bitten me." It hurt, a lot. You were taking so many painkillers that you were constantly disoriented, barely keeping up with school assignments. "You can stay at mine tonight if it helps," Shauna offered. It made sense, she lived further away from the place that you were attacked, and you couldn't help but fear walking there again. "And I could drive you home whenever you want." She finished, you accepted the invitation, it would probably cause you less stress, and you'd most likely manage to convince her to help you study. Shauna cursed herself out, mentally - why had she offered? She cant be close to you, nothing good will come out of it. Her eyebrows furrowed in thought, you noticed.

After school you wanted to go straight home. You sat in Shauna's car, "Hey, thank you for this, Shauna." You watched her as a slight smile painted her worried face, "Of course."

"You can sleep on the bed," she gestured, "No, no it's okay, I'm not going to steal your bed too." You chuckled, she laughed back, "No really, I don't mind," Both of you left it at that, going downstairs to watch TV. You caught onto the fact that she would stay as far from you as possible, do I smell? What's up with her.

You felt bad, I mean you basically just decided to live at Shauna's house, though she did offer after all. You admired how she kept her bedroom neat and tidy, the art on her walls, though you noticed something odd when she opened her closet. A white t-shirt, ripped at the torso with a few blood stains. As much as you could brush it off - it worried you, maybe even scared you. You didn't ask, however. It felt weird to pry after she'd been so kind to you after your attack.

You two were listening to music in her bedroom, you watched her as she danced while drawing something, it felt like every other time you'd stay over at hers. You sang along, "This is my favourite song." Hearing you, she turned up the volume, "Me too," she sat beside you on the bed, still miles away somehow, "I have a whole collection of CDs if you wanna check it out? I also have a bunch of movies on VHS if you wanna watch something.." Shauna looked at you deeply, watching the way your hair moved with you, how your body listened to her words closely. And In all honesty you felt happy, you liked being around her.

You smiled, hugging her. "Shit, (y/n)." She stood up so quickly, mouth agape and sad eyes in worry. "Are you okay? Did I do something? Shauna I'm sorry I just wanted to-" She cut you off, you stared at her in attempt to figure out what the fuck was going on, and right before she turned away the bedroom light highlighted a slight crimson glow in her eye, almost unnoticeable. "It's nothing, I mean you didn't do anything, I'm sorry." Suddenly the music felt like dull background noise, you looked away, bewildered. She sat back down on her desk as if nothing happened. You began worrying, worrying too much for your own good. "Shauna, talk to me." Receiving no response, you followed up, this time trying even harder to get her to talk. "Why do you have a blood stained shirt? It's all ripped up - are you okay? Tell me what's going on!" "It's nothing okay? Forget it." Finally seeing more than just the shakiness of her head from behind, you raised your eyebrows as she turned to you. "No it doesn't make sense, you invite me over to your house but don't want to be around me." This time both of you stand up, flaring your arms around as you two argued about nothing. "There's nothing wrong, alright! Gosh why do you have to be so.."

"So what?"

"Nothing."

The rest of the night was quiet, her parents weren't home, so she had decided to sleep in their room instead. The only time you two would really speak was when it was necessary. It felt wrong, all of it. Arguing with Shauna was at the bottom of your bucket list, you never argued with her. It's not like you two never hugged before, you were close friends and were always getting up into each others faces, she'd just act weird around you lately.

In the meantime you had noticed Shauna would sneak out in the middle of the night, and on top of everything else, it made you jittery; confused, most importantly distressed.

"Lot, somethings up with Shauna, I know it"

"Shes probably just on her period or something"

"Really, Lottie? That's the dumbest thing you could say right now." You sat in the lockers after practice, on the complete other side of Jackie and Shauna. "You keep looking at her, just to talk to her I mean you guys practically live together now she can't just block you out?" You scoffed at Lottie, it had been a few days since you started sleeping over at Shauna's. "She can and she has, I barely even speak to her, she won't tell me anything." Tying your laces extra tight, Lottie reassured you. "The Halloween party's soon, everything will be fine. But... she could be turning into a werewolf or something, watch out!" She crept up and jumped at you as you finished tying your laces, your heart skipped a beat "Shit Lottie don't do that!" She laughed menacingly before helping you pack up. Admittedly, you were on edge, fighting with Shauna wasn't the best for your stress levels, and your arm hadn't gotten any better. If anything, it hurt even more.

"Hey, (y/n)." Shauna stopped you outside of the changing rooms. "Shauna?" Darkness cast her under eyes, she clearly wasn't sleeping. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight with you." Her sheepish stance didn't bother you, at this point you were just upset. "And yet you're still standing 3 feet away from me." Stern, just how you meant to say it. She swallowed her words, carefully tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, you looked at her every detail, still searching for answers. Shauna wanted to be close to you, she wanted to hug you, she wanted to listen to music with you without having to be careful - but she just couldn't.

"I'm going home today, don't worry." You began walking off. "Wait - (y/n), you don't have to leave," She was cut off, "I do, clearly." You tried your hardest not to sound like an asshole, but you really believed she didn't want you there, and she did nothing to disprove that. Shauna was still staring at you, pleading with nothing but guilt in her eyes. "You can't go, how will you get home? You live so far away from everything I won't be able to drive you home everyday." You dismissed her tries to reason your stay, "You won't have to, I'm not counting on that." Still metres away.

"What? Don't tell me you're going to walk, what if that person attacks you again?"

"Person? Shauna it was an animal, why would a person bite me, and it's probably gone by now. Just forget it."

"No, stay."

A sense of urgency lingered in her voice, you wanted to ask why she pleaded so much for you to stay, but you just walked away.

It would be a lie to say you didn't feel scared walking home. As you inched closer to the place you got attacked, the sun began setting and your hands began shaking, you could almost feel the adrenaline ready to kick in at any moment, but nothing happened. You were out of the forest, or so you thought. Relief began settling until it was broken by the bushes in front of you.

Blood filled eyes chased after you, you stood for a moment, cursing yourself for not just giving into Shauna. You glared at it, as much as you could considering how fast it was moving. It looked human. You ran back into the trees as fast as your legs could carry you, weak from your state. Branches cut and bruised you, reopening the wound that impaled your arm. Van was right all along, and you were wrong to act so reckless.

Ruptured moonlight casted onto your vision, soon distrusted by the red eyes you sought to escape. They moved around, cautious of nearing you. Regaining consciousness, you had realised you failed. You ran so fast and failed. It was now upon you, as you felt a pair of eyes stalking you. You smelled it, the blood, creeping around you like flies to rot. "Oh my god. Fuck." A familiar voice startled you, though you were in such a daze it all sounded distorted. You gave into the voice, seeking aid from anything you could. "Shauna?", weak, but hopeful, you spoke.

"(y/n), I'm so sorry, please just.."

The distortion began to dissipate, fading away into the night as you tried your hardest to get up, vision focusing on the face in front of you. The pale moonlight accentuated her face in all the right ways, her pretty doe eyes looked sadder than they ever were as they attempted to look at you without squinting, her lips were ridden with thick blood as they trembled. You sat up, in silence for a moment as the hurt throughout your body seeped in while the adrenaline left entirely. "Shauna, what happened?" You desperately hoped it was the last time you had to ask her that, hoped that she would give an answer to all of this, hoped that you wouldn't have to be stuck in the endless, incoherent maze that you thought only occurred in your restless dreams. "I'm sorry," She began trying to construct her sentence, you shifted your gaze onto her ripped, blood soaked flannel.

"It's me (y/n),"

"I attacked you."

Another phase of silence stayed within the air momentarily. You closed your eyes for a moment, unable to focus on her words while trying to adjust your eyes. You stuttered for a second, blocking out the pain shooting throughout your entire body as hard as you could.

"You?"

"I would do anything to take it back, I swear, please just," Shauna despised it, all of it. She hated who she had become and it consumed her. She looked at your fragile state, how you pleaded with your gaze for her to give you an answer, an explanation.

"I'm a vampire, (y/n)." Those were the last words you expected to hear from her. Shauna never even admitted it to herself, she doesn't know how it happened, she just dealt with it, and now you had to too. "Don't joke around Shauna, I'm being serious." Your voice whiny and sore, seeking for an ending to all of this. "I am serious, I swear, just let me take you to a hospital, you're bleeding out" You interrupted her increasingly louder voice.

"Prove it."

"What?" She was metres away from you yet again, it all began to make sense, but it seemed surreal. Vampires were fiction, you couldn't wrap your head around it unless she showed you. Lifting yourself up from the ground, you looked at her.

"I cant do it (y/n), it's dangerous."

"Just do it, please. I'm tired."

Her body whispered towards you, moving alongside the peace bringing wind. You watched her eyes shine red. It wasn't a pronounced red, it was a certain glow that you couldn't describe, shuffling in between the honey brown colour that she had. You, on the other hand, were drenched in red, you knew what it would do to a vampire, though her presence omitted a strange security that wrapped around you. Shauna tried her hardest not to hurt you, you knew how much she cared for you, but this time it was different. You stared at her as she stood before you, the closeness you hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. You wanted to feel the warmth of her again, her touch. After the attack it all seemed to disappear.

If you focused your eyes enough you could see how her canines had been honed all of a sudden, like the edge of a blade. Tears formed in her eyes with every step she took, you steadied yourself as you began to feel the brunt of your wounds. You could tell she was hungry, and it controlled you, just as it controlled her. You began acting more reckless by the second, yearning for her.

"Kiss me"

Her mouth pronounced a shaky o shape, exposing her fangs to you unintentionally. Ever since she had accidentally bitten you, her hunger for you grew, and you could sense it.

"Shauna, please."

Bloodlust eyes watched your fresh wounds in avoidance, unsure hands resting on your body.

She had given into her hunger for you, roughly matching her lips to yours. You fell into the kiss, feeling the stabbing of her fangs onto your bottom lip. Your gashes ached as her hands gripped you like you were prey. Her lust tasted metallic, you ran your hands through her messed up hair, though it was too much for her. In a flash, she had disappeared.

Woken up by the peering eyes of your doctor, the fluorescent hospital lights burned your eyes. You noticed gifts on the bedside table and 'get well soon cards', but none from Shauna.

"Tell me your full name, please."

"(y/n) (y/l/n)."

"Do you recall what happened to you?"

You were unsure of what to say, it all felt like a hazy dream.

"No, I passed out."

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #shauna x reader #shauna shipman #yellowjackets oneshot #yellowjackets fanfic #shauna shipman x reader

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covencupid · 1 year

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I Want You (or The Cabin Story)

Fair warning, I wrote this on discord and then copy pasted it onto docs, so if there are some inconsistencies I apologize, but maybe I just like to keep ya on your toes.

BIG THANKS to @mamamemequeen because I pretty much wrote this in the DMs oopsi.

Danny's had his eye on you. He's been finding himself enjoying the times he interacts with you a little too much. He's got to get you out of his system. A little house call. Once that's done it'll be easier for him to go for the kill. Right?

Pairing: Danny Johnson X Fem!Reader. Use of gendered language.

TW/CW: The usual (stalking, manipulation, threats of violence, actual violence) gore, descriptions of torture, corpses, and murder. Psychological horror, child murder (imma need you to hold your judgement on this one, it's not what you think, but it's also not good), hallucinations, descriptions of visual hallucinations.

Tags will be updated as needed, but to be honest I kinda forgot what I put in this.

I will be posting as much as I can in one go, but it's long, so I might have to upload in parts. Yeah, I'm definitely posting it in parts. This is chapter one.

Word Count is 15k+, this was supposed to be a one-shot about y'all fuckin at the drive-in, I don't know how it happened.

Oh one last thing, there is kinda a prequel/backstory part I haven't finished about Danny and "prom". Whatever you think it is, it's probably not gonna be like that.

Sorry one last last thing that I'm seeing now reformatting this from discord to the docs to here is that I kinda wrote Danny and Reader's POV back and forth but a little inconsistent. I will try to make the changes in POV a little clearer with spacing, but I apologize for any confusion!

Your Place // The Cabin // The Woods

~I Want You~

~Chapter One - Your Place~

Danny waited for the perfect night. A storm was coming. The whole neighborhood was snuggled up tight in their big warm beds and you? You were painting your nails while a gorey Japanese B-Movie played on the small tv in your bedroom. You had no idea you were being stalked, hunted like a deer in the forest.

Danny had to stop and take a look at you first, before he went in. He saw you, legs bent to give you a place to rest your hands while you painted them. God, your legs. He watched the light of the film dance off your legs, following the glow that reached your thighs. How it faded as it dipped to the little peek of your ass from the bottom of your shorts where you sat. He swallowed harder than he meant to. He’d have to readjust himself before he continued inside.

Danny waltzed into your home from the back patio door. Unlocked? Baby there’s a killer on the loose. He stepped into the dark entry way, noting how little the sound from your room carried. That would be useful. He eased into your hallway hearing the lovely lilt of your laughter as he neared your door. The sound made him salivate. He plucked a delicate metal frame of a vintage botanical illustration and let it fall to the floor as he swiftly crossed past your door to the opposite end of the hallway. In a second you were out and making your way for the pesky little frame.

“God you little shit!” you scolded the picture. You had complained to your friend about the framed piece you had been gifted that had a nasty little habit of slipping off it’s nail. Always a bit too heavy. Danny breezed into your room while you degraded the drawing of little flowers. Too easy. You’re just letting me right in, huh?

“And you better keep it down out there!” you called out to the frame as you shut your door on the way back. When your head whipped back to your bed your heart jumped to your throat and fell back down to your gut. A howling ghost stared back at you, reclined in your bed, your nail polish in hand.

“H-how did y-you-” you struggled to find your words and he, seemingly mercifully, cut you off.

“Get in? You let me in, sweetheart. Thanks by the way, really saved me time.” You could feel his smug smile radiating from underneath his mask. Dread chilled your veins. You were frozen by the door. As much as Danny enjoyed the doe-eyed look of fear you were giving him, you were too far for his liking. He pat the bed beside him. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

For a moment it felt like you lost all ability to move. You lifted your right foot to take a step forward but your leg unexpectedly shook. Before you could process your involuntary movement you heard a laugh from the hooded figure lounging in your bed. “How can I have your legs shaking when I haven’t even touched you?”

Heat spread across your cheeks, breaking through the ice in your veins. Indignation rising in your chest.

“You- You’re a murderer! Showing up here in my bed, I’m gonna be scared! It has nothing to do with- I am not-” The words flowed out from your mouth faster than you could string them together cohesively. The sound of his rippling laughter cut you off. You wanted to slap him and wipe off the smug look you knew he was wearing. He crossed his arms

“Hey! Do I look like a threat to you? I’m just hanging out here. Lookin for a manicure, and maybe a better movie.”

You scoffed. “I can see your knife holster from here, not exactly “hanging out” gear. And for the record Blossom of Blood is a cult classic, not that you would know anything about it.”

Danny leaned forward. “First of all, how do you know I’m not just happy to see you? Second, no. You’re thinking of Bloody Blossom, what you’ve got is the cheap knock off made ten years later. Get your facts straight before trying to get all snobby with me.”

You mouth gaped open and closed like a fish. The nerve of this psycho to break into your home and lecture you about your movie choices.

“Hey” The aforementioned psycho snapped at you. Patting the bed next to him more aggressively. You inched your way closer to him. You felt uneasy looking down at him the moment you reached the bed. He sat comfortably nestled in your plush pillows, using a stuffed animal to prop up his arm. You wanted to beat him over the head with it. It would likely be your final act on this earth, but you felt you would feel at peace. “Sit.” There was no space for argument in his tone. Not exactly a command, but still decidedly firm. You sat where he told you to and began to look intently at your hands, gripping each other tight. From your periphery you could see the black mass of his form lean in to loom over you. You felt him delicately take your chin between his thumb and forefinger with his gloved hand. The skin on your arms pricked up with goosebumps. He’s turning your head to look at him as he’s telling you in a sing-song tone “look at me”.

You stare, wide eyes welling up with tears you wanted to keep hidden, into the black holes of his mask. You wish to look so far into them to reach the eyes you felt boring into you. As your eyes remained locked on him, he plucked your hand from your own grip to place the bottle of nail polish in your palm.

“Go on.” he said as he reclined back into your bed, crossing his feet as he extended a gloved hand out at you.

“Uh- you want me to-?” you looked between the bottle of polish and the masked man before you.

“I said I’m here for a manicure, sweets. Come on and make it nice or ya know…” he wiggled the hunting knife in your face. You gasped and grabbed his other hand in an instant. He chuckled as you held his large gloved hand with your comparatively small one. You held the polish right next to it. Does he want me to take off his glove? Paint the fingers? No, right?

Sensing your conflict, he wiggled his fingers in your face. “You can take it off.” He teased.

You put the polish down beside you as you worked the glove off his hand. You placed it on your lap. You felt hot, feeling his eyes rake over you as you gently held his hand, surprisingly warm. The tips of your fingers lightly grazed over his and felt the callouses there. You felt flushed. A killer walks into your room at night… and he tells you to paint his nails? He’s insane. You laid his hand on your lap as you picked the bottle of black nail polish back up and twisted the top off. You held the bottle between your thighs and picked his hand back up slightly. Your hands shook slightly as the applicator neared his nail bed. When you finally laid the first coat down you felt like you could breathe a sigh of relief.

Danny, feeling your unsteady breath reach the top of his hand, blurted out “Don’t fuck up!” quick enough to make your heart jump.

“Fuck! Don’t do that, that’s gonna make me fuck up!” You gripped his hand a little tighter. The feeling of your soft, warm hands on his sent a wave of heat course through him. He chuckled. As you were about to paint the next nail he quickly pulled his hand back and held it in front of you. A small sound of annoyance got caught in your throat. He reached his hand back out to you but pulled it back when you reached for it. You were getting flustered. The way your brows knotted together as the speckles of blush played on your cheeks was just delightful. It was so easy to work you up. He extended his hand out to you again. You stared at him for a second before going to reach back out for him. You looked between his hand and himself in rapid fire succession until you went to get his hand. In an instant he went to whip back his hand but you slammed your free palm into his and gripped his hand firmly until his fingers softly folded over yours. His fingertips rested on the back of your hand. A soft, self satisfied smile danced on your lips as you plucked the applicator back up to paint the next nail. Danny felt the grip you maintained on him. Firm, warm, tender. As you painted the rest of his nails, his thumb slowly ran along the side of your hand, down to graze your wrist. You just needed his thumb, but it continued it’s slow glide along your skin. What were you feeling? Annoyance for sure, he wants something done and won’t even stop moving to let you do it. But the way his thumb caressed the stretch of skin he was able to reach, you felt a flutter in your belly. Stop, what are you even thinking. His hunting knife is dangerously close to his free hand. But should you tell him to stop? Should you try painting it as it teases the delicate flesh of your wrist? Should you tell him he has to stop, so you can paint his nail. And then? Let him continue? Let him run the freshly painted hand up your arm, up to your neck, down to your- Stop. Just. Stop, what are you thinking? This is a monster, in your bed, in your grasp. Think like you want to make it out alive.

Danny can see the muscles of your throat straining as his thumb stroked up and down. It was getting harder to just have you there sitting in front of him. He was beginning to need to close the distance between you. He noted how intently your eyes watched his thumb dance over your skin. You looked entranced, he wanted to see that pretty face up close. Danny thought about his options. The pros and cons flittered about his head but the most overwhelming image was of you, those pretty legs straddling him as his freshly painted hand gripped the creamy flesh of your thigh. Feeling your palm turn clammy, his grip on your hand turned into a vice as he pulled you down to him with a force that wrenched a yelp from your lips. That was nice. He thought. Oh the sounds you could make for him. His other hand went to grip your waist. Your left leg sat between his as the sudden movement had jerked you haphazardly over him.

“What the fuck?” you managed out as you tried to pull yourself up from the place on his chest where your head landed. He smelled like leather and oak. Something else too, slightly sweet mixed with something metallic. Your free hand helped you gain some leverage on the bed. His hand on your waist went down to pat the side of your thigh.

“Move this over, straddle me.” the words made you blush, this time obvious and bright.

You sat uneasily on his lap, scared to put your full weight on him. Modesty? How cute. Danny mused as he grabbed you by your hips and forced you to sit on him. A little gasp escaped you from the force. Danny was drinking you up. The incredulous look on your face, the way your hands fell to his chest for stability. Fuck. Restraint was going to prove much more difficult.

You felt frozen in place. What the fuck. What in the actual ever loving fuck? The screams coming from the movie on your left made it feel all the more surreal. They were pitched up and down and underscored by a synth that harmonized with the wails. Normally this would be your favorite part to point out to the people who you would (force to) watch this with. Usually met with strained smiles and equally strained eyebrows raised to the hairline. You forgave the expression on account of the dizzying fifteen minute chase scene that preceded it. You acquiesced that it was "a bit much" for the casual viewer, but damn was it beautifully shot. God, you wanted to feel normal again. Movies, and painting your nails, your nails. Not the nails of some psycho freak that is making himself comfortable on your bed. He got mud on your sheets. You wanted to reach your hands just a bit forward, just enough to reach his neck and strangle him. But his chest felt broad, sturdy, and his grip felt strong. You didn't like your odds in that fights. He didn't feel threatening though, hunting knife aside. He felt like a boyfriend trying to turn a movie date frisky. God, what are you even thinking. Be normal for the love of everything good.

You defaulted to your brand of normalcy. "The screams in this scene were pitched up and down according to their tone. If you pay attention you can hear that they added a synth to subtly harmonize with the screaming." The words just tumbled out of your mouth thoughtlessly. You weren't even looking at him. Your eyes were locked on the screen glowing bright with scenes of carnage.

For all of the cruelties Danny had doled out, this was true torture. With the glow of the television illuminating her, she looked absolutely divine astride him. He wanted to see those pretty lips part and recite his name like a prayer, instead he heard her mumble out a little fun fact about the movie he was currently ignoring. He wanted to see those lips move again, closer this time. Danny grabbed at her wrists and pulled her down to be inches away from the mask that hid his cheeky grin. Her forearms were resting on his chest, her hands gripped in fists under his chin. "Tell me again, about your movie."

No, no, no. This is not normal, we are actively walking far, far away from normal. Fuck, he's got my hands restrained. His grip is so strong. The angle he had brought you down to made you arch your hips down. Is that? Oh. You felt him. You wanted to ignore it, to ignore him. The masked killer that was terrorizing your town, a man reacting to you atop him. Your body reacting to being on top of him. What are we doing here? What are you even thinking right now. This is not the time for biological responses, he's a killer! He's not a regular guy.

He pat your thigh at your lack of response. "Hello? Movie? Synths and screams?" You felt his fingers flutter at your hip. You tried to collect yourself.

"Right they- uh the director had them mix in synths kind of like a vocoder to play ben-" a sudden movement jolted you out of your train of thought. He had rolled his hips up as he lifted his legs up. The movement, deliberate and drawn out, elicited a yelp in response from you. With the way it had pressed against your most sensitive spot, the squeak you let out had been dangerously close to a moan. A fact that Danny noted instantly.

"Just trying to get comfortable, sorry go on." he acknowledged as he adjusted his grip on your wrists with his left hand while giving your hip a reassuring pat with the other.

Danny's game with his little pet was having an unexpected effect on him. He had anticipated getting a bit worked up with you. A little edging, if you will. Just playing with his food, nothing serious. But the more Danny played this game, the more he felt he didn't want it to end. Looking at her struggling to form words, he wanted to watch her forget the entire English language underneath him. He let his right hand meander back up to her waist, the glove that remained encompassing the last of his strength of will to not flip her onto her back and fuck her right there. No, no, Danny. Let her talk, or at least try to.

What were you talking about? Right, the fucking movie. "The...movie vi- the cinematographer on this... he only made car commercials before this." You felt him chuckle. A rumble you felt pass through your own chest, down to your belly, down further.

"That's not what we were talking about." You could hear his smile through the mask. You were stumped. You felt trapped in his gaze. Your mind felt like it was turning to mush by the second. "The synths? The vocoder...?"

Right, fuck. What was I thinking? You wanted to disappear. You wanted to this all to be some sort of nightmare. Or wet dream. You felt your legs turn to jelly.

"The vocoder, yeah. It was added in underneath the actor's lines because he wanted to make the dialogue sound like it was coming from hell." Your hips ached to move ever so slightly, to tease him back. Getting comfortable, my ass. Nothing about this felt innocent, of course it wasn't. He broke into your home and made you straddle him. What exactly did you think this was going to be?

Focus on her words, Danny. What's she saying? She could be speaking in tongues by now for all he cared. All that mattered was the way he felt her belly press down on him as she breathed and how her legs had splayed further to accommodate him. Danny didn't exactly have an end goal for this night, but when he felt her hips rock a bit her fate was sealed in stone. This night would end, but their game wouldn't. Besides he still had another hand she needed to paint. He met the movement of her hips by using the hand at his waist to help prop both of them up. The hand that held her wrists now supporting her back. The space between them smaller than ever before. He could almost taste her. He had to. He used the thumb of his gloved hand to hike up his mask up to reveal his jaw. Without a second thought, he held the back of her head and pulled her into an all consuming kiss.

You had thought you made a mistake, trying to match him. You went to far, goaded the bull. Now he was going to kill you. When he hoisted the both of you up you thought he was about to deal his killing blow, maybe slash your throat as you sat upright. The strike never came. Instead, he stopped your heart another way. It had barely registered in your mind that you were actually seeing his lips, seeing a part of his face, before they came crashing down on you. He had taken advantage of the way your mouth gaped open in shock when he had lifted you up to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. It was far more pleasant than death. He was kissing you like he wanted to devour you whole but had to restrain himself. It would be easier to just let him, and just sit there numbly in his hands. But the way his tongue darted in your mouth you felt compelled to chase after him. Your tongue met his with an equal measure of primal instinct. You wanted to familiarize yourself with the taste of his mouth.

Damn this girl. Danny wanted her to fight him on this. Not for the sake of having her struggle, though there was a measure of thrill in that. He wanted an excuse to be annoyed with her. To want to be done with her. Instead she paid him back in kind, her hands resting on his chest inching up to his shoulders. This night was supposed to make it easier for him to kill her off later. Get his rocks off a bit without leaving evidence to find later. Instead that raw, needy feeling that built up inside him when he saw her only continued to grow. This hunger would not be sated, could not be. It would only continue to fester the more he was apart from her. The only way to keep it under control would be to keep her within arms reach. No distance to make the heart grow fonder, only tight, close proximity to make the crushing feeling turn suffocating. Then he would be tired of her, then he could be rid of her. But for now he had to get her out of here, back somewhere he could really stretch his legs. It almost pained him to break from a kiss so decadent. She wore a dreamy, almost dumbstruck expression, with a flushed face and plush, swollen pink lips to match. He wanted to drink her up.

"After all that you're gonna think I'm a real dick for this, but you'll learn to forgive me." Her drowsy expression gave way to a look of confusion. A silent question answered by an equally wordless blow to the side of her head. Light's out. "Sorry, doll. Gotta move the sleepover to my place."

#ghostface x you #ghostface x reader #dbd ghostface x reader #ghostface dbd #danny johnson x y/n #danny johnson smut #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #dbd ghostface #dead by daylight #Spotify

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sowoozoo-7 · 1 year

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Love, Lust & Litigation | Ch 1

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader x Namjoon

Genre: lawyer!AU, coworkers to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut

Rating: M (18+) whole fic, this chapter PG-13 (for language lol)

Warnings: some swearing in this chapter, nothing explicit

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Unfortunately, you have developed a massive crush on your new boss. Even more unfortunately, your equally attractive coworker is also harboring massive crush on your boss. AKA Jungkook and reader both pine for big, sexy brain Namjoon.

A/N: Phew! Here she is! The first chapter of my first fic. This has been slowly chewing away at my brain for the last few months, and I finally decided to say fuck it and write it. I don't know anything about law or lawyers other than what I've seen from movies and read in books so I'm sure I've gotten something wrong, but whatever, it's my own alternate made up universe.

Anyway, I’m new to all this — longtime reader, first-time poster — so I’d love feedback if you have any! Hope you like it ~

mlist | ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | interlude | ch 6

Two hours into your new job at Bang and Associates, and you’ve already made a fool of yourself.

The first couple of hours went smoothly. Check-in with HR was all standard forms, waivers, and NDAs, and the view from your new office is killer.

Though your new boss and the other associate on the litigation team are at court for the morning, you get to meet two of the paralegals on your team, Jimin Park and Hoseok Jung. They look like they just stepped out of a menswear ad, in their fitted suits and slicked back hair. You'd normally be wary of office workers who look a little too put together, but you get the sense that they’re going to be good coworkers from the few minutes you spend talking to them, both good-natured and quick to share a laugh.

It’s when they’re giving you a tour of the office that your heel slips on a set of marble stairs and you find yourself briefly experiencing flight. You decide flying is overrated when you land on your ass and bounce down several steps. One of your shoes takes its own trip and lands a few yards away. You sit on the steps, frozen for a minute, with your bare foot just out there for the world to see.

“Oh my god,” says Hoseok as he rushes down to the step where you landed. “Are you alright?”

You’re quiet for a moment while you deliberate whether or not you’re going to cry. It’s inevitable that you’ll cry in front of your coworkers one day, but looking around, you see everyone else in the atrium glancing over at the absolute idiot who fell down the stairs on her first day.

Not the day to cry, you decide. First impressions and all that. At least you wore a pantsuit today and not a dress.

“I think I’m okay,” you say with a rueful smile. “Just a bruised ego.”

Jimin retrieves your shoe and hands it to you with a sparkle of laughter in his eyes. “Another one bites the dust." It’s not malicious, you don’t think.

“He means that you’re not the first to slip down the stairs,” says Hoseok. “We think the janitors are polishing them extra to get back at all the asshole lawyers.”

You limp for the rest of the office tour.

***

You get sent to the courthouse after finishing the brief admin in the office to shadow your new boss, the firm’s superstar.

Namjoon Kim is mesmerizing.

You have heard of his reputation — how could you not? Top of his class with a winning streak unmatched in the industry — but you have yet to see him in action.

He lives up to his reputation.

You sit at the back of the courtroom, trying not to put too much weight on your bruised ass, watching as he delivers his closing statement.

His voice is deep and measured, drawing everyone to the edge of their seat to hear every twist to the argument he’s crafting. You pity the opposition. They went first with their closing statement and now they’re squirming in their seats as Namjoon takes down every argument, point by point. The jury hangs on to his every world.

Maybe it’s the way he carries himself, with a quiet confidence and authority, maybe it’s that he’s built like a tree and looks like a dream in his pinstripe suit. Whatever it is, you get the feeling that working under a beautiful genius is going to be some kind of Dantean torture.

“Thank you, Your Honor.”

You blink, realizing it’s over, and you watch as he goes to sit. Silence hangs in the court room in the brief second it takes the courtroom to snap out of their Namjoon-induced daze. The room shuffles as everyone shifts back in their seats. The closing formalities continue, with the judge sending the jury to deliberations.

“Court is adjourned.”

The room rumbles with a flurry of activity as everyone goes to exit. You hurry to catch Namjoon — you want to introduce yourself to your new boss as soon as possible — but you get lost in the shuffle of people filing out. By the time you catch up to him outside, he’s giving a press interview on the steps of the courthouse.

You wait on the outskirts of the small crowd that’s gathered. Deja-vu hits as you watch the reporters lean in to hang on to his every word. He takes the questions with grace, and even a little humor, and smiles at a joke one of the reporters makes.

Dear lord. He has dimples.

“Spectacular, isn’t he?”

A young man stands next to you, smirking as if he knows how much you’re fangirling over your new boss. You recognize him as the second attorney at the defendant’s counsel table. The remaining member of the litigation team.

If you weren’t so preoccupied with Namjoon, you’d be mooning over this man instead. His just-messy-enough-to-show-he-doesn’t-care hair frames his face in waves. An eyebrow piercing and a lip piercing glint in the late morning sun. Tattoos decorate the back of one of his hands. He would look like a punk kid up to no good, but you can the tell the suit he’s wearing costs more than your monthly rent. Jesus. Is everyone in the office just a walking GQ campaign?

“Excuse me?”

“Namjoon,” he says with a smile that changes his expression entirely, from a little rakish to boyish in its delight. “I call it the Namjoon Effect. No one’s immune. I think it’s the dimples.” He puts out his hand to shake yours. “Jungkook Jeon. I’m th—“

“The other associate on the litigation team. I know.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself. “Looking forward to working with you.”

“Ah, I thought it was you. Jimin texted me to look out for you today.”

The impromptu press conference breaks up and Namjoon ushers his client down the stairs.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you,” says Jungkook, flying down the steps. You follow at a slower pace, the twinge in your hip reminding you of your fall earlier that day. Still, you try to strike a confident stride in your heels. First impressions and all.

Namjoon pats the roof of the private car he has bundled his client into and straightens as Jungkook claps him on the shoulder.

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about any type of evidence to the press.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “The PR team said that. I didn’t agree to anything. Besides, it’s the same evidence we presented at the trial, just in a different light. Even if we have a less-than-favorable verdict, we’ll still have the public on our side.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Why do you even bring me with you?” He sees you and gestures you over. “Namjoon, may I present your latest lackey.”

“I resent that,” you say, mock-frowning and pointing a finger at Jungkook. “But you’re not wrong.”

You introduce yourself to Namjoon and shake his hand. It’s warm and firm. You hope yours isn’t cold and clammy. “Pleasure to be working with you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine. I’ve heard great things from your former boss,” he says with a smile. There go the dimples again. He glances at his watch. “Shall we discuss our caseload over lunch?”

You feel a little thrill at being included in the “our.” Bang and Associates have a reputation for working on some of the most high-profile cases in the city and you’re ready to dig your greedy little fingers into the cases.

“Cat’s Pajamas?” asks Jungkook. He doesn’t wait for an answer. “I’ll drive.”

Namjoon sighs as Jungkook turns to walk towards the garage. “He always weasels his way into lunches. I swear he’s a never-ending pit,” he says with a note of fondness for the younger man.

Cat’s Pajamas is an airy bistro just a few blocks away from the offices. There’s a sizable lunchtime crowd, filled with self-important business people taking their clients out to lunch. Jimin and Hoseok meet your group at the restaurant.

You wince at you sit down, rubbing at the side of your hip. The bruise you expected from the fall is developing faster than you thought.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks.

He and Jungkook look at you with concern.

You wave them off. “Just a bruise.”

Jimin shakes his head. “The marble stairs have claimed their newest victim.”

“Ah,” says Jungkook with a knowing nod. “I almost broke my wrist when I fell down those stairs a couple months ago. It’s practically a rite of passage at Bang and Associates at this point.”

“Looks like you’re already part of the team,” says Namjoon, lifting his water glass in a toast.

***

The rest of the day passes quickly.

You return to your office to find a stack of documents already on your desk, with a sticky note from Hoseok on top. Welcome to the team!!!! it says, with a big looping smiley face next to it.

You slip out of your heels and bring your legs up under you as you settle into your desk, a routine study position that has followed you from college through to your professional life. There’s nothing you like more than finding your way in the maze of paperwork and laying out your trail in court. You lose yourself in the legalese, getting familiar with an ongoing case that Namjoon mentioned over lunch.

Jungkook pulls you into his office when you’re returning from the bathroom to strategize about the case. His office is exactly the same as yours, with enough space for two guest chairs, a large desk and a set of bookshelves crammed with leather-bound law books. And, your inner petty competitor is pleased to see, the view is also almost exactly the same. Of course, he has a slight advantage because he’s worked here longer, but you have the same job title, the same office. You’re almost on even footing. You’ve noticed a competitive streak in him, and you’re excited to play against it. It’s only going to make you a better lawyer.

The “quick chat” turns into an hour-long discussion and you decide by the time you leave his office that you’ll head home at normal close of business hours. You’ll be staying late anyway as your caseload grows.

You’re surprised to find a brown paper bag on your desk, one of the simple gift bags you can find at the drug store. Inside, you find a get well soon card with a cartoon of a man on a hospital bed in a full-body cast with a thermometer coming out of his mouth and an ice pack on his head. Inside, it reads:

Even though your welcome to Bang and Associates was a painful one, I’m very happy to have you on the team and I look forward to working with you. Now you know to avoid the stairs :)

-Namjoon

Inside the bag you find a bruise balm and a travel size pack of ibuprofen. Warmth spreads through you, pleased at the gift. There’s another layer to that warmth, a feeling that you don’t want to examine too closely, because he’s your boss, and you suspect (no, you know) it's inappropriate to feel that towards your boss.

Later that night, though, as you’re applying the balm to the colorful bruise on your hip, you can’t help but think of his dimpled smile.

***

“You’re babying me.”

You’ve won your first case for Bang and Associates. Your client, a rich young widow who married an older man for love, was the sole inheritor to his massive fortune. His children, some older than the widow, were upset that they got nothing in the will. As you worked with the client, you got the sense that she was genuinely sad about her late husband’s passing. Not that it made any difference. She was a paying client, and you had to represent her regardless, but it made rooting for her easier.

“I thought it was for sure a trick case and that there would be something to trip me up in the prenup, but it was so straightforward.” You’re in the elevator with Namjoon heading up to the office. He was present at the trial, to keep an eye on you to make sure you lived up to the promise of your initial interview.

He shrugs. “It’s nice to start off with a win. You’d be surprised with how many people don’t prepare or get wrapped up in how things should be and completely flounder.” He pats your shoulder as the elevator dings open. “You did good today. Good prep, good execution.”

He nods a goodbye and heads to his office without looking back. You head to yours at a slower clip, your shoulder burning where he touched you. You feel warm overall anyway, knowing you did a good job, but the praise still feels good. A little too good, maybe.

Over the next month, the cases get harder and harder, and you have to pull out the most obscure references from your time in law school. You start spending more and more time at the office, racking up insane amounts of billable hours. You have a permanent cup of coffee at your desk and you change into your fuzzy slippers you brought from home to give your feet a break from heels whenever a new case file lands on your desk for review.

At least you’re not the only one pulling crazy hours. The rest of the litigation team often stays late. You fall in quickly with the guys, cracking jokes over the Nespresso machine you all hover around. They were wary of you at first, an unknown entity coming into the equation, but you proved worth after the second night you stayed late and cracked the key piece of a case buried in ancient tax laws. They treated you to drinks at the local watering hole afterward. The biggest reward though, was getting a small dimpled smile and a thumbs up from Namjoon before he called it a night.

It helps that your boss stays late with the rest of the team. Every time you come to him with a tricky case, without fail, he gives brilliant insight or a nudge in the right direction, giving you advice on where to look for the answer. And when he goes to his fancy client dinners, he’ll always bring something back to the office when he inevitably stops by the office on his way home. You can’t say no to a good takeaway creme brûlée.

One Friday afternoon, Namjoon pulls everyone into a meeting a half hour before close of business. “It’s been a tough few weeks. You’re all going home at five today.” He holds up a hand when the team starts to protest. “I’m going to be at Silver Spoon for happy hour. Drinks are on me. You don’t have to come, but you can’t stay here.”

“I have too much work to do,” Jimin says with a pout.

“I’m firing you if you don’t leave at five on the dot.” The good-natured threat falls easily from Namjoon’s lips. “That goes for all of you. Wrap up what you need to.”

You spend the rest of the time cataloguing what you need to finish Monday morning. Usually you’d work Saturdays too, but with the promise of an early weekend, you decide everything can wait until open of business Monday. Well. Maybe you’ll work on that memo from home over the weekend, but everything else on your to-do list can wait.

You join Jungkook and Hoseok at the elevator bank three minutes before the hour.

“Think he’s gonna make it?” asks Hoseok with a laugh.

You check your watch. “Two minutes left. He’ll make it right at five.”

“He’ll be two minutes over,” says Jungkook.

“I think five over,” says Hoseok.

“Loser buys the nachos,” you say. They both shake on it.

Jimin runs into the elevator bank just as the clock ticks over to five. You pump your fist in victory while the other two groan.

Jimin leans over to catch his breath. “I thought I wasn’t going to make it.”

He straightens just as Namjoon rounds the corner from his office.

“Glad I’m not losing any of the team today.”

“And I get two sets of nachos,” you say, getting into the elevator behind the rest and pressing the button for the ground floor.

“Hobi gets the nachos. I’ll get the wings,” says Jungkook.

Jimin looks back and forth between you two, a confused pout on his face. “What did I miss?”

***

Silver Spoon is all leather and dark wood. Namjoon leads the way to a large booth in the back, waving to the bartender behind the gleaming wooden bar.

“You know everyone,” comments Jungkook as you all pile into the booth. It ends up with Namjoon in the middle, you and Jungkook flanking him, Hoseok next to you, and Jimin next to Jungkook.

“I’ve been working in this area a long time. It pays to get to know the people working at your favorite haunts.”

Namjoon drinks whiskey, neat. Junkook orders a pint of the house craft beer. Hoseok has a glass of red wine, and Jimin has a double straight vodka. You get an elderflower spritz, light and refreshing in the unusually hot fall afternoon.

The conversation deteriorates to work talk, as it usually does among coworkers. The nachos and wings follow the drinks, and everyone digs in. They’re good, just the right amount of elevated to make the price worth it, but not so fancy that the bar food is unrecognizable.

Silver Spoon fills up as the finance bros and hedge fund managers who work in the area trickle in. You recognize a few former coworkers, and you raise your glass to them in a toast when they wave hello, but you don’t attempt to engage further. You don’t care to reconnect with them. The cutthroat, backstabbing environment at your last firm is what made you leave in the first place. Bang and Associates hires ambitious lawyers, but fosters a workplace that manages to keep the ones that are ambitions without the cattiness, encouraging a collaborative work environment over individual hotshot lawyers. You're settling into your new workplace just fine, thank you.

Namjoon gets a call shortly after the third round of drinks, and Jungkook and Jimin shimmy out of the booth to let him out so he can take the call in private.

Hoseok picks up where the conversation left off, brainstorming where to start to research a tricky case. Jimin interrupts him before he can get a full sentence out.

“Uuuugh,” he says, dragging his hands down his cheeks. “Can we talk about anything but work?”

“Please,” you say.

Jimin looks at you with a mischievous grin and pops his chin onto his hand. He calls your name in a singsongy voice. “Are you seeing anyone?”

You snort into your drink. “Do I look like I have time for a relationship?”

“It’s amazing what you can get up to in our limited free time if you have some determination,” mutters Hoseok with a sidelong glance at Jimin.

“Jimin is slowly working his way through the office,” explains Jungkook.

Jimin crosses his heart with his finger and holds a hand up. “All above-board with HR, of course.”

“Doesn’t mean you haven’t left behind a trail of broken hearts,” says Hoseok.

“They all knew what they were getting into when they consented to the relationship.”

“Or lack thereof,” says Jungkook with a snort.

Jimin turns to look at him, eyebrow raised. “Speaking of lack of relationships, still hung up on Namjoon?”

Jungkook turns an impressive shade of red. “Stop, I’m not—“

“Ever since he broke up with his ex-girlfriend, he’s had this massive crush on Namjoon,” Jimin tells you.

“Shut up!”

“We all see how you look at him,” says Hoseok, not unkindly. “Stars in your eyes when you think he’s not looking.”

So you hadn’t been imagining that.

Jungkook’s only response is to chug the rest of his pint.

“I don’t blame you,” you say, then freeze as three heads whip around to look at you. “What?” you ask, voice squeaky.

“Not you too,” groans Jimin.

“What?” You hope the heat creeping up your face isn’t noticeable in the low bar lighting. “I have eyes. He’s attractive. You can’t deny that.”

“And smart,” says Jungkook morosely.

“And kind and he’s a good leader. I’m surprised you guys aren’t also harboring secret crushes,” you say, as if they’re the idiots for not having a massive crush on their boss. In reality, it’s terrifying to say these things out loud, everything you’ve been thinking over the past month you’ve been working at Bang and Associates.

“Unfortunately, I’m straight,” says Hoseok.

“And disgustingly in love with his fiancée,” sneers Jimin. “It’s actually sickening to see them together. She’s super pretty and an amazing dancer — you’ll see at the holiday party— and you really want to hate her but she’s also really nice on top of all that.” He takes the rest of his drink in one shot without a wince. You’d think he was sober if you hadn’t seen him down his vodka doubles like they were water. “And I’m not straight, but I know a lost cause when I see one. Namjoon’s practically married to his work. There are other men and women still waiting to be added to my bedpost.” He waggles his eyebrows in an exaggerated imitation of a leery cartoon character.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?”

“Thought I don’t know about Namjoon.” Jimin continues like he didn’t hear Jungkook’s comment. “I don’t think he’s married, because I’ve never seen a ring, and I’ve never seen him flirting or taking anyone home after drinks. No dates to company parties.”

“Maybe he’s asexual,” says Hoseok.

“That would be a shame because I bet he’s got a big d—“

Jungkook interrupts Jimin with an elbow to his side. He sits up straight, and you follow his line of sight to see Namjoon coming back to the table. They move out of the booth to give him his spot back in the middle.

“Sorry about that. What are we talking about?” asks Namjoon as he settles in, just an inch closer than he had been sitting before. The intoxicating spicy smell of sandalwood that you’ve come to associate with Namjoon fills your nose and you suppress the urge to take a deep breath.

You and Jungkook exchange guilty glances over the table. Jimin heaves a dramatic sigh, thankfully drawing Namjoon’s attention away from you two.

“We were just bemoaning our single status. Not Hoseok, of course.”

“I’d be surprised if you all have time to date, what with the hours we’ve been pulling.”

“How do you balance it all? Work, a social life, dating?” The question falls from your lips and you wish you could shove it back in your mouth. Jungkook kicks you from the other side of the table, and Jimin looks impressed that you actually asked the question.

Namjoon lets out a hollow laugh. “I’m the wrong person to ask.”

You exchange glances with Jungkook again. Does this mean he’s single?

Before anyone can ask a follow-up question, a group of lawyers from the (mostly) friendly competition approach the table to make small talk. You want to shoo them away like pigeons so you can continue the conversation, but you busy yourself with your drink instead.

Your coworkers disperse soon after, with Hoseok slipping away to go home first, red-faced and quiet. Namjoon talks to a group of his law school classmates by the bar.

As the evening progresses, it’s painfully obvious to you now that Jungkook is mooning over Namjoon. You’d had your suspicions before, but after the conversation from earlier, the not-so-subtle glances make you cringe a little. You hope you’re not that obvious too.

Not that Namjoon’s presence stops him from chatting up sone of the women who join your table. They work in the advertising firm a few floors below you, and you’ve gotten friendly with them over the past few weeks. The petite woman with the swishy blonde hair touches him a little more than necessary.

You and Jimin exchange looks when you both clock her hand on Jungkook’s bicep for the third time in as many minutes.

Jungkook and the blonde head out together not too long after. Good for him, you think, not getting so hung up on Nmajoon that he can’t focus on a different pretty face for the night.

When it’s just you and Jimin left at the booth, he leans in a little close. “What do you say you and me head out?”

You laugh in his face. “I’m not going to sleep with you, Jimin.”

He takes it in stride, and stands with a wink. “If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.”

He blows you a kiss before zeroing in on one of the finance bros who’s been looking over at your table for the past hour. He won’t know what hit him once Jimin is done with him.

You don’t bother trying to pull someone at the bar, choosing instead to slip away without any fanfare. Though you’re no stranger to one-night stands, you’re looking forward to sleeping in and you can’t be bothered with the logistics of a hookup. Tonight, you have a date with your bed, and your bed only.

The air has a bite to it as you step out of the bar, and you pull your coat around you as you hurry to the curb to your Uber. You settle into the back of the car as the driver pulls out into traffic.

You can’t help but feel kinship with Jungkook, what with both of you lusting after the same ill-advised man. The city lights blur by and you let your eyes unfocus.

You wonder what would happen if you were the last three people left in the world. Would he go for you or Jungkook? In your buzzed state of mind, you think you really wouldn't mind sharing.

Please do not copy or repost. I do not crosspost anywhere else.

#jungkook x you #namjoon x you #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #bts fic #bts smut #junkook fanfic #namjoon fanfic #jeon junkook smut #kim namjoon smut #fic: love lust & litigation

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skywalkerbae · 1 year

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The boy from nevermore

I do not support percy, I no longer write for Xavier.

This is from an ask and I had so much fun writing this (If you want to be on my taglist please send me a message or comment on this) I think i'm gonna do a part two on this

Xavier thorpe x Fem!Addams!Reader

Part 1/?

Warnings: SMUT, Unprotected sex, pet names, praises, swearing, (idk what else)

Words: 1.2k

Having a sister that everyone was scared of wasn't easy. I mean you loved your sister, even though she was always mean or shallow with people you always found a way to make her smile. So you weren’t surprised when she was pissed off on going to nevermore, I mean who could blame her you had to go there too for what? Just because you were defending your little brother?

But compared to Wednesday you weren’t that mad about going to nevermore you were kind of excited. Meeting new people, learning new stuff and maybe meeting some boys.You always tried to find the perfect guy for your sister but she always ended up scaring them off or hurting them... not mentally, physically. So to your surprise when she started talking to this boy Tyler when we got here. He was tall, handsome and sweet which surprised you, you thought your sister was going to end up with a killer of some sort.

Well enough about her, when you got here you met this tall, skinny, hot guy. His name was Xavier, you guys met when Enid was showing you the school (Wednesday was off trying to get out of nevermore) he was nice and didn’t talk much he was a bit shy but handsome so you guys started hanging out.

He was fun to hang around with you would always go away to his shed to talk, work or draw but after a while, you started developing feelings for him which wasn't very smart on your part because he was dating Bianca. They were on and off but almost every subject started with “Bianca is such a bitch” or “I think I love her” he was a complicated boy you would say.Here you were on his bed next to him talking about Bianca, they just had a fight about how she was using him for popularity and he didn’t want any part in it. “And she kept saying that I was crazy and that I was overreacting” he signed “god I hate her” he starts rubbing his face with his hands “it's not the first time you've said that” you mumble silently hoping he didn’t hear “wait what did you say” thank god “nothing” he sits up to look at you “ what did you say y/n,” he says in a stern voice “I just said that it's not the first time you've said that” “what is that supposed to mean?” he questions, you could see from the look on his face that he was confused. “Just that every time we hang out it's always about Bianca and it's getting really fucking annoying, why don't we talk about plants or something I would prefer doing that than talking about your stupid girlfriend.”He goes silent. “I didn’t think you cared,” he says emotionless “why wouldn't I care I mean you keep talking about how perfect or how shitty she is while I'm just here listening to all of your problems and waiting for you too fucking realize that I like you but no you could never like me back because you like girls like Bianca or Wednesday.” you finish off your sentence pissed and frustrated, as you're about to leave Xavier asks “You like me?” “No shit.” He signs and walks over to me “I’m sorry, I like you too and well I’m- I was dating Bianca to make you jealous and the Wednesday thing was just out of curiosity.” he says sincerely "You like me back?" You question "How could I not?" He says as he leans in for a kiss, it was a long one not like a quick peck it was more meaningful as if you were waiting your whole life for that kiss.

He puts his hand on your cheek and leans back to say “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” He leans back in and kisses you passionately, his lips are soft and wet. He grabs the back of your head and leans you in closer. You can feel his bulge resting on your thigh, you move your hands towards his crotch and you start stroking his length. He groans into your mouth "fuck sweetheart, yeah just like that" he says moaning into your mouth.He pushes you onto the wall and says "you're gonna be good for me yeah?" You mumble a yes as you lean in to kiss his puffy lips before you can reach him he pushes you back on the wall "I'm in charge you do as you're told, understand?" "Yes sir," you say and he groans at the name you gave him. His hand touches your thigh you let out a small gasp at the sensation of his cold fingers rubbing your skin.

He moves his hand upwards until he reaches your lacy underwear. He rubs your clit on the outside of the fabric and you whine needing more than just a few touches “more please” he removes his hand and grabs your face “you take what I give you, is that understood?” He asks. You whisper a quiet yes and he moves his hand where it had previously been.

Instead of continuing his previous actions, he removes your skirt and underwear after doing that he rips your blouse off. Xavier guides you to the bed, he pushes you on it. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” “Yes just please touch me” "As you wish," he says just before he plunges two fingers inside your cunt, you moan at the sensation. "Does that feel good?" he asks teasing. You can't even respond, you just focus on his long fingers pushing in and out of you slowly. His movements slow down and you whine at the loss of stimulation “you didn’t answer me” he says in an angry tone "yes" you say out of breath "yes it does, please do that again" you plead looking at him with a pout on your lips.

"I'll give you something better than that," he says pulling his pants as well as his boxers revealing his whole member. He's long, really long maybe 8 inches. He sees you staring and says "I know what your thinking but we'll have to leave that for next time," he says as he climbs into the bed. "Next time?" You ask, he doesn't answer he just gently taps his tip on your clit while stroking himself. "Tell me how bad you want it," he says giving you that god-awful grin. "Please Xavi, I want your cock so bad," you speak with a pout on your lips. He gives in an enters you slowly but with ease. He bottoms out and says “you okay?” reassuring me that I’m still okay with what was happening at that moment “yeah” you choke out with a moan following along. He starts moving and it doesn’t take long for him to thrust harder and faster. You could feel your body getting hot and Xavier’s praises weren’t helping much. “You're such a good girl for me” “you like that?” “Taking me so well” you knew he would get mad if you didn't answer him so you just nodded lazily. You could feel your orgasm approaching soon and Xavier knew because a few seconds later he put his hand on your clit, moving his skilled fingers in a circle. “Xavier I’m gonna cum” you moan out “cum with me sweetheart” and then just like that a euphoric feeling came over you as you squeezed his cock not thinking you could ever let him go. Your orgasm helped Xavier and not long after he came inside of you.

He pulled out and pushed his body next to yours “you still think I like Bianca?”

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venomised · 2 years

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Hey hey hey

So first off THIS IS A MOSTLY NSFW BLOG! UNDER 18 PLEASE LEAVE.

Thanks to @rainyhoursinhellfor the christmas themed (will use it again next christmas) profile pic=)

I will not accept hate and report you.

Now we're going to banish angry Emi back into the attic.

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Underage on 18+ posts will be blogt

If there are underage characters these will be only platonic storys. So like Babysitting or being their sister etc.

If you want nsfw with these characters they will be aged up to 18+

I will not show my face in any way. Or the faces of my friends

I will not write Oc's.

I dont generate any money from this. This blog is only for fun.

FÆŇĐŒMŞ

I write poly relationships but only if everyone is dating in there, otherwise its cheating for me.

ianowt ( only saw the netflix show)

Creepypasta

Ghost (Band) ( Meliora-Impera but I will not include the ones who sued)

Castlevania ( I only watched the cartoon)

The promised neverland ( I havent finished the manga yet)

Demon slayer ( also manga not finished)

Diabolik lovers

Epic ( movie 2013)

Adventure Time (only Marshell Lee)

Die Vampirschwestern

Hazbin hotel

( maybe some others will come join the Party)

ŘƏQŲƏ§ŤŞ

I will do them but only for a specific time period like one month requests and other month non.

Art requets but my arr is horrible soo I'm not sure if you want one

Alphabet, headcanons, short stories allowed.

THÈMÊŚ

Yandere ( no nsfw)

Angst ( only mild 'cause I'm actually a really soft and sensitive bean =[ )

NSFW

Fluff

Pregnancy

THÈMÊS ( I don't write)

Non-con

marriage ( most of the time)

Incest

Padophila / hepephilia

Any of these requets will resolt in a ban

Character's I write

Ticci toby

X-virus

BEN_DROWNED

Eyeless jack

Jeff the killer

Nina the killer

Character's I won't write in Cp

Slenderman and his brothers

Hoodie, masky, kate etc.

Herobrine

Character's I write in Twilight

Alice and maybe Jasper just maybe.

Character's I write for ianowt

For now only Sydney ( only with fem!

Reader. Sorry.)

Character's I write for die Vampirschwestern ( Only Movie version)

Murdo Dako

No one else

Hazbin Hotel

Lute

Vaggie (only fem reader)

Angel Dust (only male Reader)

Alastor (only platonic)

Charlie (both male and fem)

More maybe added later

Fact's about me

Want's to be a vampire

Dirty minded

Don't even dare to make a ... chat with me

INFP-T ( Yeah hard to believe I know.)

Sometime's sip's her own blood

Likes to draw even though my art is horrible

Epilepsy

Emotional not really stable

Single

mainly simp for fictional character's

Weeb

Vampire freak since I was a little girl

03.07 birthday

Favourite holiday halloween

Known as the weirdo

Call me Emem, Veno or Em's

Loves spider's

Massive sweettooth

Loves to use swear words

And now lets us pray to Satan

My little cuties<3

#creepypasta x reader #Rules #Blocks #Requets #Venomised #welcome to my blog #Twilight x reader #Vampirschwestern #hazbin hotel

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cremthehive · 8 months

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Sun in My Eyes; Chapter 2 {Viktor X Fem!OC }{SFW}{1.8k}{Modern!AU}

Summary: Eveline is in the anxiety inducing homestretch of her last year before she graduates with her degree from the academy. An opportunity to work with Hextech’s founders lands right in her lap, which she gladly takes. Only to find out a beautiful stranger she’s been seeing around campus, drawing, and obsessing over... is her boss. CW: Slow burn asf! Talks of anxiety, pining, college stress, cursing A/N: Chapter two is here, ahhh! I hope everyone is enjoying it as much as I am; feedback is more than welcome if you guys have any!

Nothing could’ve prepared Eveline for the thought process that was looming over her head, giggling like a school girl while she kicks her feet wildly before having the revelation that this man could be her boss. The stranger now named Viktor examined the classroom, offering no wave but a subtle nod instead. When those golden eyes of his skim over Eveline in the back, she averts her gaze to the table below her. With her pages of work strewn around in front of her, it was hard to ignore all of her drawings standing out to her like a sore thumb. Insecurities plague her brain as she starts to nitpick over her work. The stress was getting to her in the worst way. It was like this opportunity popping up caused a ten car pileup of stress, anxiety, and her exhaustion catching up to her. To say Eveline wasn’t prepared would be an understatement at this point.

You really can only say you’re ready to move on from a particular chapter in your life until the next chapter pops up, making your statement completely false. Next thing you know, you have new kinds of stress that you have to adjust to and it’s an endless cycle. Like, what if this guy becomes her boss, and he is an utter creep who follows poor Eveline home and kills her in her sleep? For her father’s sake, she didn’t even think of that being an option. Potential love interest gone absolute killer.

But what if he was kind? Helped her when things got rough, bandaged her scraped up knees when she fell and made a mistake? What if there was all these new stresses, but there were all of these rewarding things to look forward? She could help people, make a difference, help those who need the most help. Positivity finally opens a door after all the hardship you go through and welcomes you with big, open arms. Eveline closes her eyes at the pleasing thought as she brushes the loose strands of her hair that framed her face behind her ears to join the rest of her hair clipped with a claw.

Get a grip, focus on the task at hand. There isn’t time for playing pretend. This is job or death time.

At this point, Eveline couldn’t even listen to Jayce’s introduction to the project which was probably, obviously important because her thoughts were a screaming crowd of jesters that insulted and encouraged. Breathe, relax your jaw.

Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. Take this deep breath. Then another. Finish with a third while your shoulders relax. The perfect, cautious lines and curves of Eveline’s work help her to focus on something other than the cold, death-grip that anxiety had a hold on her brain. Look up, focus. Jayce talks with his hands a lot. He’s excited about this project because he’s getting somewhere with his dream. His best friend is at his side, and all of these people that told him it was forbidden and he couldn’t, were praising him now.

“All of the work you’ve put in will be turning into real buildings, it will be paid off. Your jobs are not just drawings which you’ve been doing for the past how many years, they’re art. Plus, you’ll be able to get an inside look on what Hextech really is and what these Hexgates are for. Remember, that these are in the works, but we’re pretty close to being finished.” Jayce was confident, but he was nervous standing in front of everyone. There was sweat on his forehead travelling down the side of his face. Nervous chuckles ended plenty of his sentences, but he never let that slow him down. He takes a deep breath before turning to Viktor. “Viktor, anything to add?” He asks. Viktor leans on his cane with a thoughtful look before nodding.

“To make this easier, we’ll go down the roster that Professor Viola has provided us. Once your name is called, you’ll come to us and present your pieces.” The rich accent rolls off his tongue, that Lanie and her friends obnoxiously swoon over.

“So, as soon as everyone’s ready, which I’m assuming everyone is, we’ll get started.” Jayce adds in, looking around the room for people who weren’t ready. Which was half the class but no one was really prepared for this big opportunity.

“Great. Alright, Juliet Arquette.” Jayce calls, the girl sitting next to Eveline standing and making her way to the front with her work.

Eveline sits impatiently as the first few people go up, both Jayce and Viktor looking through their work with compliments and small talk. Viktor writes down notes for each person while making sure everything looked good to Jayce. All Eveline could do was sit there and trying to fight back the overwhelming feeling to get up and fucking run. No, she was going to endure this. If this fails, at least she tried and that’s more than okay. The important thing is that she gets her foot in the door and shoves it open before it closes again. “Eveline Conti.”

Okay, let’s do this. Eveline stands with confidence, gathering her amazing work before she heads down the steps. A smile graces her lips as she approaches the two men. Her gaze gravitates towards the cane again before trailing up to Viktor. Oh gods, how the hell was he even more attractive up close. The way his eyebrows were tweaked with concentration on finishing the note he was making about the person before her was inspiring. The mole above his lip catches her eye, threatening her mission by plaguing her mind with thoughts on what it looked like right before they kissed but she sets herself straight. Don’t be weird.

“Hello. I’m Eveline. It’s nice to meet you both.” Eveline greets, taking Jayce’s hand as he offers it to her to shake it. Viktor’s head lifts up finally—taken aback as he looks her over. He eventually nods towards her with a smile. She gets the hint and simply offers him back a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you! I’m safe to assume that this is your final year, correct?” Jayce asks, Eveline nods excitedly.

“Yes. I’m pretty excited to be done with this chapter. I’m ready for the next one, whatever that chapter may be. Speaking of which, here is my prints for you to look through.” Eveline splits the pile and hands each of them a half. As much as she hated that public speaking class she took, it was proving to be super helpful in this moment. “If you have any questions, I’m happy to answer.” She adds as the men took their halves. Silence falls over their part of the room. Eveline swallows hard as she watches them look through her works with unreadable facial expressions. Not bad expressions, but not good either. More like poker game neutral. Viktor quietly sighs through his nose, pausing to make a note. Jayce leans over to look at the words being scribbled on the page with an approving noise. “Your designs are a unique type of elegant yet modern. They really know how to catch someone’s eye.” Jayce comments as he looks over her print of an observatory. Her favorite print was in Jayce’s hand, making her heart beat faster than ever. He flips the page over to look at the interior plan of it. Viktor looks over at the observatory print. “I see what you mean.” He mumbles, making a note. It felt like finals all over again. Like your peers dissecting your every stroke of writing, every answer, preparing to harshly put down the wrong answer in red. Time ticks slowly as Eveline felt herself start to sweat. “Thank you. That one is special to me.” She mentions it casually, clasping her hands together to twist her fingers around themselves. After a few more moments of Jayce and Viktor going over the work, they work together to put it back in the right order and hand it back to her. “Thank you for allowing us to look over your work. What’s a good way to contact you?” Viktor asks Eveline, looking up right in her eyes. “Uh...” Eveline hesitates, his eyes capturing her. They were so pretty. So golden. Viktor shifts in his seat under her stare, his eyes peering back down to his notes. Her cheeks heat up violently as she realizes she was staring. Say something. Hurry up and say something. “My phone. You can call me or text me. It should be next to my name on the roster. Or I’m usually around campus before 5... if you are even available to leave.” The words finally make it out of her mouth. “Sounds good. We’ll contact you by the end of the week.” Jayce reassures her. “It was good to meet you, Eveline.” “You too.” Eveline nearly whispers, turning to make her escape with her cheeks red and her heart racing. Class went by quickly after that. There was so many emotions making their way through Eveline; it was like she was back to being a hormonal teenager. Everyone stands as soon as the professor dismisses the class. She turns back to Jayce and Viktor to finish their small conversation. A smile stuck to the older woman’s face as people started filing out of the room, placing their portfolios on the desk where they originally were. Eveline gathers her tote bag, slinging it over her shoulder while grabbing her portfolio. Just have to be close to him one more time, then you maybe don’t have to think about him for a while. Walking up to the front of the classroom, Eveline drops off her portfolio before turning towards the door. Almost there, five more steps. She smiles at the three people standing there, taking an extra moment to remember where the mole was placed on Viktor’s lip as she started to walk. “Eveline, wait just a moment.” Professor Viola’s voice breaks her stride. Eveline pauses, turning towards her. “Sure.” She responds, tucking her hair behind her ear. Viktor watches her hand’s every moment, his fingers twitching. Jayce turns towards Viktor, the two silently conversing with a nod. With that excited smile plastered on Jayce’s face he turns to Eveline. Viktor stands with the support of his cane, handing her an envelope.

“How would you like to design the Hexgates and work for us?” Viktor asks.

Eveline’s eyes widen, blinking a few times. No. Am I dreaming? Viola is grinning now, her hands clasped together as she waits for Eveline’s answer. This is it, this is my ticket. Eveline’s mouth opens to say something then closes again. Her head shakes as she takes a breath. With confidence, she nods her head as she looks up to Viktor.

“I would absolutely love to.”

#arcane #arcane viktor x oc #viktor x oc #arcane viktor #viktor #viktor arcane #who's ready for the next chapter because ooh it's gonna be a big one

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The Family Video

Eddie x fem!reader

Reader is Hargrove!

No use of y/n

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mention of Halloween (the film) and demo dogs? I really don’t know what to put here????

It’s meant to be the first chapter from my story but I’ve edited it for on here so I guess it’s an original??

GO CHECK OUT MY OTHER ONE WHERE EDDIE IS DRESSED AS A PIRATE PLEASE :)

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It was storming the whole evening, big dark droplets pelting down onto Hawkins relentlessly in a final attempt to claim the month as spring. Large black puddles collected outside the Family Video in the parking lot, growing with each gust of wind that brought in more murky water.

She watched from inside the comfort of the video rental as Tears For Fears played on her cassette. The store was dead silent, no one had been in for hours and no one would on a Wednesday night in the middle of a storm.

It was just the girl in charge of the store today, as she was covering for Steve whilst he went on another one of his hot dates. She told herself she was happy for him, ever since the summer something had clicked back into place and now he was back to his usual flirty ways, picking up babes left right and centre. Robin was also nowhere to be seen as she had to stay late for band practice. That girl always seemed to be darting from one exciting plan to the next.

She couldn't help the shadow that loomed over her as she watched her friends grow up. It felt like instead of moving on from all the death and destruction only a dimension away, it was dragging her backwards.

She blinked as the sound of her pencil snapping brought her back down to reality. Graphite splintered over the page she was currently decorating with demodogs and fire, the chill that came with torrential rain sending her back to then.

She sighed, swiping the shards to the floor as she slipped into the backroom to find a sharpener. It didn't take long to resharpen her pencil to a deadly point, eager to finish her drawings.

Robin thought it was creepy that the girl was obsessed with drawing the grotesque monsters from the Upside Down over and over again, but it gave the girl a sort of peace. Her mind was constantly brimming with images of the tunnels and the demodogs and the spider monster. The only way to suppress the horrors enough so that she could function was by allowing herself to spill all of those awful memories onto some paper. Sure, it didn't tackle the main issue of confronting those memories scarred into the back of her mind, but it was good enough for her.

She settled back into the counter, leaning over her sketchbook as her brow furrowed in concentration with drawing all the rows of teeth sprouting out of the monster's face.

Her focus was broken as a shadow loomed over the paper, blocking her light source. Her head whipped up to the source as a movie clatted on the counter before her.

Her nerves flared up at the sudden movement. She flinched away, heart racing from the adrenaline coursing in her blood.

"Woah, didn't mean to scare ya, Killer," He scoffed as she sent him a glare.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose at the stupid nickname Eddie had been calling her for months for no apparent reason other than to tick her off, apparently. Without fail her blood would boil as the letters dropped off his tongue like poison.

His ringed hands were splayed over the counter as he leaned slightly over, trying to intimidate the girl before him. She cast her tired gaze up towards his thrilled eyes, her body instantly swarming with distaste. Fear tactics didn't work on her despite his relentless attempts to get a reaction out of her.

"Whatever, Munson," she muttered as she dragged herself and the vhs to the computer to input the details.

His fingers tapped on the counter incessantly, chipping away at her willpower with more force than she'd like to admit.

She flipped the vhs over to reveal the movie title. Halloween. Just like every time he came in here he seemed to always rent Halloween or some other terrifying horror film, even if the sun was shining and birds were singing.

"Halloween, again?" She questioned, her tone judgemental as she sent an annoyed look back to the boy.

"It's the perfect time for it." He shrugged, the movement sending droplets from his messy chocolate hair falling to the floor.

"It's March."

"It's raining and is almost as miserable as you," Eddie stated, plastering a sarcastic smile on his face.

She felt her hairs prickle as she swallowed down the insults she wanted to stab him with, it wasn't who she was. The girl was a perfect student and the quiet, popular girl that never got into trouble. She didn't pay people like Eddie Munson any attention, so that's what she did.

Eddie seemed to pick up on her lack of response, his dark eyes tracing her back as if it would reveal something he couldn't already see, until they landed on her sketchbook.

"So, where did you learn to draw like that?" The boy's voice rung out like an alarm bell in her ears.

Her head snapped to see him inspecting her drawings as if they were a frog he was dissecting, his fingers tracing the edges of the paper as his hands encompassed the book.

Red flashed in her eyes as panic crawled up her neck, tightening around her throat as her brain pulsed. She strode over to him in a flash, her hands reaching out to snatch the book from his grip before he saw anything else.

He seemed to notice her wild eyes burning into the sketchbook he was holding as she tried to swipe it out of his grip. Just as her fingertips brushed the paper, his hand snapped the sketchbook shut, holding just out of her reach above her.

He dangled it over her like a treat for a dog, only she knew if he saw what was hidden in between those pages and decided to show his friends, she would be dead meat. It would only be a matter of time until the government came for her and held a gun up to her head, killing her for breaching an NDA.

"Give it back!" The girl demanded, jumping up only for him to lift it higher.

He couldn't help the small smirk that broke out across his face as her face became squashed with determination. His cheeks began to ache from the huge smile he was trying hard to contain as he watched her eyes bloom with anger.

Eddie opened the sketchbook back to the page littered with demodogs in different positions of attack. He peered up at the drawings, ignoring the girl on the other side of the counter furiously jumping up and down with outstretched hands.

Her hands were still grasping at air as his head cocked to the side, deep brown curls tumbling over his shoulder.

"What kind of creatures are these? They look like something out of D and D," Eddie thought out loud as he inspected the jagged claws and flared faces.

He was so distracted with the concerning amount of detail etched into the monster's skin, he failed to notice her climbing on the counter and kneeling up just high enough to rip the book out of his grip.

Their fingers brushed against each other for a second, but all she could feel was him. Electricity rippled down her skin as her heart practically exploded, blood spurting everywhere in a frenzy. Her mind became crowded with the faint smell of pine amongst the dense cigarette and weed smoke, forcing her lungs to inhale deeper than she thought possible.

He blinked, his eyes level with hers as her chest rose and fell angrily, her hands trembling over the sketchbook. He hadn't expected her to get that riled up over him looking at some drawings.

She was still kneeling on the counter as she furiously blinked away the memory of his ringed hands. Her eyes darted over her sketchbook, mentally checking it hadn't been damaged as she collected her discombobulated brain.

"So do I get my film or..." Eddie croaked, nervously shuffling as his heart stuttered. She was so close, the closest he had ever been to her, he couldn’t think or breathe as his eyes melted with the curve of her frown.

Her head whipped up to meet his brown eyes, their faces now inches away. She hadn't realised how close she had gotten to him when rescuing her drawings.

His breath tickled her hair as they froze in place, trapped in each others eyes. Her blood boiled as his brown eyes pooled with something she didn't recognise, stampeding down her nerves as goosebumps formed along her skin.

She couldn’t help her eyes from examining his features, it was like seeing for the first time. She watched his jaw clench, where a soft stubble was beginning to form, as her eyes rose up to his soft lips that were caught between his teeth. She had the sudden urge to free them and watch the colour seep into them as she rolled it beneath her thumb.

Eddie couldn’t help but let himself lean into her as he watched the desire flood into her eyes, his chest erupting with warmth as it cascaded down to his stomach and further, leaving a trail of electricity. He needed to be closer to her, to feel his lips against hers as he pulled her flush against him.

She saw his eyes darken as he inched closer, his hands planted firmly either side of her, close enough to touch her. Her mind went feral as the cool metal of his rings grazed her legs. Her skin was burning under his touch as her breath caught in her throat.

Suddenly, reality hit her like a brick wall.

She shivered, profusely blinking away the tension as she clambered back down from the counter. She swiveled back round to the computer to hastily input the rest of the details, leaving a oddly quiet Eddie Munson to stew in his thoughts for a moment.

Her cheeks were beetroot red as she had her back turned to him, but she was still trying to wrap her head around what had happened than what she looked like.

Sure Eddie Munson was hot, but did she like him? Hell no, right?

Before he could say something else to aggravate her, she shoved the movie into his chest. Eddie paused for a moment as her gaze never left the floor.

He stumbled back, exaggerating as he staggered backwards holding his hands to his chest where she had pushed him.

"Oh, you wound me, Hargrove," He groaned, his eyebrows drawing together. Any hint of what was etched on his face moments before had been wiped away with his dramatics.

She rolled her eyes at his antics, ducking her head behind the counter to hide her non-consensually growing smirk.

"Fuck off Munson."

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Killer!”

He sent her a lopsided smile before waltzing out into the grey rain, not looking back once at the girl who was staring daggers into his back.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #killer #hot as fuck #halloween #family video #rental #oneshot #eddie x reader #self insert #eddie x fem!reader #drawing

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