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𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

*vision bored doesn't describe readers' looks it describes the vibes of the story*

Pairing: dark!stalker!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: Life takes a sinister turn once you begin renovations on your old, eerie house. Strange occurrences start piling up—like missing security camera footage and mysterious messages from an unknown stalker. The tension really amps up when you stumble upon red roses, serving as a chilling reminder of the stalker's presence and danger. Despite trying to brush off the threats, the situation escalates when the stalker directly reaches out to you, leaving you fearing for your life and bracing for a potential confrontation.

IMPORTANT: This fic is based on haunting/hunting Adeline i do not claim or own any characters from the series I only used it as inspiration, all the credit to H.D Carlton for being an amazing inspiration and writer.

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, stalking, breaking and entering, bondage (rope and tape), groping, grinding, fear, non/dub-con, rope burns, toxic people, degradation, praise, feet kink? (maybe kind of), pussy eating, fingering, spit, biting, clit biting, breeding kink, kissing, protected sex wrap it before you tap it, kids. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

WC: 6.5k

Small things, it all started small. Ever since renovations started on the house, life has gotten strange. The old dark house didn't help much, but it was cheap to buy such a run-down place when you originally got it. It's worth more now that you've fixed up parts of it, but you still feel like it's dark once those cobweb-covered walls are watching you like you're something to be hunted, or like you're in a horror movie and aren't noticing the obvious hints of a killer.

And you weren't entirely sure you weren't avoiding a killer with how many small changes you saw around the house. Glasses were left on the counter, seemingly freshly poured, even if you didn't remember pouring any. Your nice scotch bottle had less fluid in it every time you checked it, yet whenever you wanted to check the cameras your friend Daphne suggested you put up for your safety, there was missing footage from certain hours of the day even during the night, whatever or whoever was doing these things was smart and calculated with every move. You don't even feel safe showering, Over a month of weird stuff, no face no answers just fear

The more you tried to be rational about how you couldn't have a stalker, the weirder things got. Like he wanted you to know he was there. You started picking up on little changes, the stuff you initially brushed off as maybe just your mind playing tricks on you. But then it became crystal clear when you kept finding those red roses laid out for you, no thorns in sight. Every time a red rose without thorns appeared, it felt sinister. You'd thought how considerate it was of the stalker to avoid using the thorns, but it felt more like a taunt like the person responsible wanted to remind you of their presence with every rose and to show you that they could easily hurt you, but chose not to.

Tonight wasn't any different. You came home from some grocery shopping to see three red roses sitting on your kitchen counter, trimmed and tied together. You groaned and put down the bags of groceries before tossing the roses completely, trying not to pay it any mind. You'd done that the past five times, hoping giving him no attention would make him go away. Your phone buzzed, interrupting your unpacking. You read the text message, and a chill ran down your spine when you realized it was from an unknown number.

Unknown: Do you not like roses?

You saw the message and dropped your phone, immediately scrambling to find something to defend yourself with. You ran to the knife block, grabbing a large, semi-sharp knife. You could worry about the melting ice cream tomorrow, not when your life was at stake. A stalker's murder attempt was imminent, and you weren't going down without a fight. Your phone buzzed again, indicating a new message from your stalker. Your muscles tensed as you carefully picked up your phone to check the message, feeling a sense of dread wash over you when you read it.

Unknown: I see you're taking precautions. But trust me, violence won't solve anything. Let's have a civilized conversation, shall we?

The audacity of the message sent shivers down your spine. How could this person be so calm, so composed, while installing such terror in your life? The thought of engaging in conversation with them made your skin crawl, but you knew ignoring them wasn't an option either.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage. You replied with the knife still in hand, determined to stand your ground.

You: I don't want to talk. Leave me alone.

The response was almost immediate.

Unknown: Ignoring won't make me disappear. You can't escape me.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and the gravity of the situation intensified. The stalker's persistence was chilling, and you knew you needed to involve the authorities. As you dialed 911, another message flashed on your screen.

Unknown: Calling for help? It won't make a difference. I'm always one step ahead.

Fear tightened its grip on you, but you continued with the call, silently praying that law enforcement could indeed intervene in this sinister game. As you spoke with the emergency operator, your stalker's messages continued to flood in.

Unknown: You can't hide forever. I'll be watching, waiting.

Each message felt like a dagger, cutting through your sense of security. The operator assured you that help was on the way, but that didn't stop the ominous texts.

Unknown: The sirens won't save you.

The final message came through, short and ominous, making you block the number.

Unknown: Tick-tock.

You waited almost the whole night, but no one came. The silence was deafening, making you doubt that your stalker would make a move on you. Perhaps your fear has gotten the better of you, making you panic unnecessarily. Either way, you couldn't shake the feeling that danger was just around the corner, leaving you a bit on edge.

As days turned into weeks, the quiet dragged on, and you started second-guessing yourself. The fear kind of faded, replaced by this sort of 'what now?' feeling. A whole week passed, and you didn't spot a single red rose anywhere. The absence of any signs from your stalker had lulled you into a false sense of security, the fear becoming a distant memory. The red roses that once haunted your thoughts had blurred into the background, and life had cautiously resumed a semblance of normalcy.

Just when you thought the nightmare had ended, he resurfaced. On an ordinary day, as you hesitated at the threshold of your home, a cold shiver ran down your spine and you saw something on the ground. You squinted at it for a moment before realizing what it was; a few red roses, perfectly trimmed and tied together with string. Your phone buzzed. You gasped, your heart racing as you realized that the rose had to be from your stalker.

Unknown: "A week is a long time to go without hearing from me, don't you think?”

Your fear grew as you considered possible reasons for your stalker's sudden absence. They'd been relentless with the red roses until now, constantly reminding you of their presence through the ominous messages tied to them. So why would they wait an entire week before finally breaking the silence? Was it a psychological game meant to make you believe you were safe long enough to let your guard down? Perhaps they'd been watching your house, waiting for a good opportunity to strike. Your mind was reeling with possibilities, yet the uncertainty only added to your mounting anxiety.

You quickly walked inside the house and blocked that number as well, not bothering to bring in the roses. You left them on your doormat to rot, as you had no desire to let the flowers remain in your home. Soon after, you heard a buzzing sound coming from your phone and instinctively answered.

"Hello," you said, hoping to hear a familiar voice on the other end. There was no reply for a second. Then suddenly, a deep, gravelly voice infused with a Southern twang unexpectedly responded, sending shivers down your spine. You froze for a moment, pondering the uncanny timing of the call. What gave it away wasn't just the voice, but the chilling familiarity of the situation. The sudden appearance of the roses, the ominous messages, and now this call from "Daphne 💕" at the most unsettling moment – it all clicked into place. It couldn't be a random coincidence. Your gut twisted with certainty; it had to be the stalker, cunningly using the guise of your friend's name to unnerve you further.

The voice spoke again, "I missed our little game, I'm glad you blocked my last number, as it made our game much more interesting," the voice taunted, sending shivers coursing down your spine.

"Why are you doing this? Is Daphne okay?" You shouted into the phone, your thoughts running wild with a million questions and concerns. The stalker's laughter sent chills down your spine and increased your frustration. "Why would I hurt Daphne if you're the one I want?" the stalker laughed again as if your worry was a joke to them. It seemed clear that the stalker had little to no compassion for your best friend's safety.

You desperately needed a way to get to the point, so you chose not to waste any more time. "If you're after me, then why are you pretending to be my best friend? Wouldn't it be easier to just text me with your number?”

"Well, that doesn't seem to work. You've blocked every number I've tried," the stalker replied, their tone oozing with smugness. It dawned on you that they'd been meticulously keeping track of every number you blocked, instead of simply moving on like a normal person would.

"Touche," you responded evenly, sensing the stalker's growing frustration as you stood your ground. Their voice took on a darker edge as they acknowledged your resistance. "Blocking my numbers isn't cutting it. Looks like we need to switch up the game," they declared, sending a chill down your spine. You couldn't shake the feeling that their next move would be far more sinister than merely sending flowers.

"So, what do you propose we do now that blocking your numbers isn't working?" you asked calmly. The stalker laughed, a menacing sound that only added to the tension between the two of you. "I have a few ideas," the stalker replied, their tone of voice hinting at something sinister. "Let's hear them," you replied, keeping your tone of voice as calm as possible to disguise the fear growing inside of you. The stalker paused for a moment before speaking, as if they were plotting their next move.

You walked into your kitchen and grabbed a knife like you did a week prior. The stalker's dismissive response sent a chill down your spine. "And a flimsy kitchen knife is a solution... sweetpea, those knives in that block of yours aren't as sharp as you think," the stalker responded, making you look around nervously. The stalker had made it clear that they could see you, which raised several new questions. How much could they see? Could they see you right now? Were they hiding nearby?

"Like that would deter me. In my hands, this knife can and will kill you," you spoke with false confidence as you walked to your bedroom. The stalker's dismissive attitude frustrated you, and you were tired of being the one who was afraid. You wanted to gain the upper hand in this situation, and you were prepared to do whatever it took to protect yourself.

You grabbed your desk chair and a pillow before taking a seat with the phone and knife still in hand. The stalker responded in a mocking tone, "Oh, what are you going to do with that knife? Stab me through the phone?" They were challenging you, and you were determined to prove that you weren't as afraid as they thought. You were determined not to let them get under your skin and decided to respond with your mocking tone. "Maybe I will," you replied, deciding to match their confidence.

"No need for hypotheticals… you smell good by the way," he responded, so casually it made you gasp audibly as you suddenly imagined how close he was. "No need to get all fussy," the stalker continued, their tone of voice a mixture of amusement and malice. The thought of the stalker's presence just inches away from you made you hot and uncomfortable in a way you hadn't felt before.

You shut the blinds in your bedroom and frantically rummaged through your closet, stabbing at clothes out of sheer terror. Opting to take a seat, you vowed not to sleep until the psycho lurking in your house was either gone or dealt with permanently. The idea of him being in such proximity sent waves of unease rippling through your body. Uncertain of his capabilities, paranoia set in, making you hyper-aware of every subtle sound or movement. It felt like only a matter of time before you'd hear him drawing closer.

The night felt like it stretched on forever, filled with nothing but anxiety and dread. You must've checked the locks on every door and window a dozen times, feeling more paranoid with each click. Even going around, peeping through the blinds and peeking under the bed, making sure nothing was lurking in the shadows before finally settling down in your desk chair for the night. You could barely stop yourself from jumping at every little sound. Around 1 am, you started to feel tired but kept yourself awake for as long as you could. However, your exhaustion soon caught up to you, and you began to yawn constantly, fighting against the urge to fall asleep.

It was 1:30 am when you decided you couldn't take it anymore. You were thirsty and tired, and the three-day-old water bottle on your nightstand didn't sound too appealing. You grabbed the knife as you made your way down the stairs, trying to stay alert while simultaneously fighting the exhaustion that was starting to take over. You finally reached the kitchen and took a deep breath, grateful for the chance to stretch your legs. You poured yourself a glass of water and gulped it down quickly as you thought of the long night you still had ahead of you.

You can feel the exhaustion slowly taking over as your eyes start to feel heavy, and the surroundings turn hazy. You can feel yourself starting to lose control as the exhaustion takes over, and it becomes harder and harder to stay alert. You feel as if you're caught in a fog, losing touch with reality more and more as time goes on.

You stumble into your room, your vision getting blurrier by the second. Exhaustion has you barely standing. Darkness starts to take over, swallowing everything up as your surroundings turn fuzzy. It feels like you're losing control, like a heavy blanket pulling you down. A fog surrounds you, making everything dark. As darkness closes in, you can feel yourself slipping away, struggling to stay upright as your vision fades to black.

You jolted awake as something rough brushed against your wrist. Your surroundings rushed back into focus as the exhaustion subsided a bit. You tried to see what had touched your wrist, only to find your hands tied securely to the headboard with rough, coarse rope. After the initial shock wore off, you started to feel the tension in your wrists as the ropes began to dig into the skin.

Your room was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight flooding in from your window. The blinds and window were now open, letting in a cool breeze. You looked around in a panic, and that's when you saw him. The contractor you hired 2 months ago to help with house renovations stood menacingly in the moonlight, his large frame and pepper-sprinkled hair glinting in the moonlight. His appearance made you feel a wave of fear and suspicion, which was only furthered as he stepped forward into the light.

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat as you realized he had covered your mouth with tape. Panic surged within you, questions swirling in your mind like a tempest. Why was this happening? Why are you? What was the significance of the roses? And the most pressing question: How did he get into your house?

His presence loomed over you, a sinister silhouette against the moonlit backdrop. Every detail seemed amplified in the dimness—the way his eyes bore into yours, the rough texture of the tape against your skin, the faint rustle of fabric as he shifted closer. Fear pulsed through your veins, a relentless drumbeat drowning out all other thoughts.

You struggled against the bindings, the coarse rope biting into your wrists as you attempted to break free. But his gaze held you captive, a silent reminder of your vulnerability. During the chaos, a desperate longing for answers consumed you, driving you to seek clarity in the shadows that enveloped you both.

As the stalker's words filled the dimly lit room, they carried a weight of uncertainty. "I just want to keep you safe," he said, his voice oddly calm, though it sent shivers down your spine. Despite his calm demeanor, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about his intentions.

"I gave you those roses because they mean something to me," he explained, his tone determined yet unsettling, the twang of his accent adding an eerie quality to his words. His explanations felt like pieces of a puzzle you couldn't quite solve, leaving you with more questions than answers.

His justifications for his actions only added to the confusion. "Breakin' in, you see, it was necessary," he continued, his explanation sounding more like a feeble excuse. You couldn't help but wonder what drove him to such extremes, what twisted logic fueled his intrusive behavior.

With each passing moment, the lines between concern and obsession blurred further, leaving you to navigate the murky waters of his intentions. As he spoke of protection and affection in that Southern accent, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his story than he let on.

"Now," he murmured, his voice taking on an eerie calmness, "I'm going to remove the tape from your mouth. I suggest you cooperate." His tone held a chilling finality, a warning wrapped in false benevolence. "Behave, and we won't have any problems."

As the words escaped his lips, a twisted narrative unfolded, stirring a disturbing sense of familiarity within you. Despite the fear gnawing at your core, there was an unsettling draw towards him, as if his words carried a hidden allure.

His voice, soft yet commanding, stirred conflicting emotions within your mind. Memories of your first encounter flickered like distant flames, igniting a spark of attraction amidst the chaos of fear and confusion.

His eyes, once unsettling, now seemed to hint at vulnerability, reflecting a mirror to your uncertainties. His determination to protect you, though shrouded in ambiguity, blurred the lines between reality and manipulation, leaving you to wonder at his true intentions.

Amidst the turmoil, a nagging sense of unease whispered warnings of danger, urging caution in the face of the unknown. The chill that ran down your spine couldn't be dismissed, as his calm demeanor masked the darkness lurking beneath the surface.

As he reached to remove the tape from your mouth, a fleeting thought crossed your mind, betraying the depths of your confusion. Despite the fear and uncertainty, an undeniable attraction lingered towards this enigmatic figure, the same one who had once breathed life into the walls of your home.

Trapped and bound, vulnerability heightened with each passing moment. The stalker's unsettling words hung in the air as he approached, his eyes now a mix of intensity and what seemed like genuine concern. The tape on your mouth held back the words you longed to shout in defiance.

As the tape peeled away, a shiver coursed through you, a mix of fear and inexplicable attraction. The dim room bore witness to the conflicting dance of emotions, a macabre waltz where danger intertwined with a bizarre sense of connection.

His fingers brushed against your skin as the tape came off, sending a jolt through you. "I suggest you behave," he murmured, his words dripping with a possessive edge that made your skin crawl. Tension thickened in the air as his touch lingered, tracing an unsettling path along your bound wrists.

His actions became increasingly invasive as he leaned closer, his eyes piercing into yours with a sinister intent. "I'll behave if you stop this madness," you retorted, your voice quivering with defiance and desperation. The stalker's eyes narrowed, a sinister smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Ah, but this ain't madness, my dear," he drawled in a Southern twang, his voice dripping with unsettling calmness. "This is love, a love that you'll come to understand in time."

The words sent a chill down your spine, but you refused to let him see your fear. "Love doesn't involve tying someone up against their will," you shot back, determination lacing your words.

His laughter echoed in the darkness, a hollow sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Oh, but my love, you'll see," he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "You'll come to realize that everything I do, I do for you."

Your heart raced as you struggled against your bindings, the stalker's presence suffocating in its intensity. "Let me go," you pleaded, your voice betraying the fear you fought so hard to hide.

But the stalker only leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, his Southern twang adding an eerie quality to his words. "I'll let you go when you understand," he whispered, his words a haunting promise of things to come. "Until then, we're playing a game, you and I, a game of cat and mouse."

Your pulse quickened at his words, the sinister game unfolding in the darkness. "I don't want to play your game," you countered, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.

"But you've already joined, my dear," the stalker replied, his tone chillingly matter-of-fact, his Southern twang accentuating the unsettling atmosphere. "And you'll find that I'm quite skilled at it."

His words loomed in the air, casting a weighty tension that embraced the room. Each of his calculated moves and carefully chosen words served the purpose of unsettling your equilibrium.

"I won't let you win," you declared, rallying every ounce of courage within.

The stalker's grin widened, a predatory gleam sparking in his eyes. "Oh, but that's what makes it so exhilarating," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "The chase, the uncertainty. It's what keeps us alive."

A hard swallow marked the acknowledgment of your grim reality. Trapped within the twisted game he orchestrated, you recognized the stakes were high. Refusing to play the role of a pawn in his deranged scheme, you vowed to escape, regardless of the price.

As the tension simmered between you, the air crackled with an unsettling energy. The stalker's gaze bore into yours, a magnetic pull tainted with danger and an underlying primal essence.

"I won't be a pawn in your sick game," you spat, your voice trembling with a blend of fear and defiance, yet underscored by an undeniable undercurrent of something more.

The stalker's smirk deepened, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Oh, but my dear, you already are," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "And soon enough, you'll come to relish every twist and turn."

He reached for the blanket and slowly pulled it down, revealing the t-shirt you had worn earlier. The cool breeze in the room caused your nipples to harden. "What are you doing?" you panicked, attempting to move away, but the rope still tightly bound your arms and ankles. "I said behave." Gosh, you wished you could put a name to the face; it had been so long since you'd talked to your contractor that you'd completely forgotten his name.

He removed the blanket completely, walking to the end of your bed where your ankles were tied. You felt a sense of relief when you saw him start untying your ankles. "If you do something stupid, there will be consequences," he finished untying your ankles and kissed your feet softly.

The change in move had you taken by surprise. You didn't know what to expect next, but you were suddenly aware that you were in a very vulnerable position. He planted his hands on your hips and pinned you down on the bed, his strength overwhelming. You were completely at his mercy, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your neck. A shiver ran through your body as you realized how easily he could overpower you if he wanted to.

Your body goes into survival mode, and you fight against his hold with all the strength you can muster. But it's useless. He's too big. Too heavy. Too imposing. He moves to straddle you, pinning your legs between his screams with frustration, attempting to buck him off. He laughs at the attempt, the rich sound of his amusement sending a chill down your spine,” Shh..just relax sweet pea I won't hurt you” he gently brushes some stray hairs out of my face.

"Get off me!" You shouted, kicking your feet up and down, but there was no budge in his position. He grabbed your face forcefully, drawing it closer to his own, and you could smell the mixture of liquor and mint on his breath as he spoke with a threatening tone. "Keep pissing me off, I dare you."

A panic starts to come over you, sweat starts to drip down your hair like a pulsing sensation starts to pulse between your legs, “the stalker whispered with a sickening grin. As he lifted your t-shirt, exposing some of the skin on your stomach, you felt his breath on your ear, and a shiver ran down your spine. Your body was reacting to his touch in a way that filled you with shame.

His rough calloused hands started exploring higher, slowly but surely making their way over your stomach and up towards your chest lifting your t-shirt more and more with each movement. You felt the soft touches against your skin, his fingers slowly tracing up your body, creating a sense of danger and excitement. You were frightened, and your mind went into panic mode. "What's your name? Is it Josh or Jake?" the words came spilling out suddenly as you wanted to distract him from what his hands were doing.

The stalker was caught off guard by your sudden question, and the change in your tone pulled him out of his trance for a moment. He chuckled, as his fingers continued to explore your body. "My name is not Josh or Jake," he whispered. "My name is much more interesting than that." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers continued to trail up toward your chest. He started to knead your breasts softly.

"My name is Joel, and I'm shocked that you don't remember," Joel said with a sadistic smirk. He sat up, allowing your legs to move freely, and you immediately rolled around to cover your exposed skin. It didn't matter whether you got rope burns on your wrists or not, as long as he wasn't able to touch you intimately. Your body was still tingling from his earlier touches, and no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the sensations were still there.

"Maybe I should make you remember it for next time." Joel's voice had a harsher tone to it as he spoke, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes as he watched you roll around to cover up the exposed skin. Maybe he was angry that you didn't remember him, or maybe he was angry because you seemed to be resisting his advances. The reason didn't matter. What mattered was that he looked pissed.

He walked back over to your ankles and started to tug on your pants making them come off in one swift motion before grabbing one of your legs and lifting it roughly kissing your ankle and lower calf you tried to kick your legs but to no avail, it was like it didn't affect him it was kinda hot, what no? Get it together he's your stalker

You were left helpless in your t-shirt and panties scared and unsure of what to say or do as you're body was betraying your brain my pause in thinking gave him enough time to discard your panties and put them into his jeans pocket…You glanced over him swiftly, taking in his broad, fit physique, which seemed to defy his age. He carried a presence that suggested he might even be older than your father if not the same age. what had felt like 15 seconds had been long enough for him to pin your knees down to your bed

If you tried to buck and get away you would only shove your pussy closer to his face, you had an intense pink blush on your cheeks at the action he was so quick and seamless unlike any male you'd ever been with you stiffen the moonlight barely allows you to see him making you angrier feeling even more exposed to him.

He starts to kiss your upper thigh making you gasp at his actions as he slowly makes his way closer to your mound he teases you knowing that your body is betraying you as your legs shake suddenly the closer he gets to your core. He took his time kissing both your legs and even your lower stomach every so often as he switched.

“The only sounds I want to hear out of you are praise, my name, or your moans'' he placed a kiss directly onto your clit making you arch your back in pleasure causing your hips to lift off the bed. “You smell and taste like candy” he gripped your hips and roughly brought your hips back down onto the bed “Now stay still and let me enjoy my food”

Joel didn't hold back he kept his hands on your knees keeping your spread and ready for whatever he wanted to do to you, he didn't hold back in his movements his tongue lapped up every juice your body produced like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted you bite your lip trying not to give him and satisfaction of knowing the pleasure he was giving you. You were grateful your hands were bound if not you weren't sure you could hold off on running and tugging your hands through his hair.

You feel and smell your arousal your body is shaking and you're struggling to stay quiet he knows it and isn't making it any easier as he starts to change his technique he uses his teeth to bite your clit softly allowing his tongue to attack no mercy his movements calculated as he listened to the sweet sounds of your moans started to escape.

He pulled away making you whimper before changing the position he sat on her knees before pulling your ass off the bed and pushing your legs so they were at the side of your head he spit on your pussy before using his hand to spread the spit around your pussy making the surface even wetter. “You're not behaving you're holding back” he pauses and puts two fingers into your pussy pumping in and out slowly making your eyes roll to the back of your head and moan softly…fucking heaven. “See how much better it feels when you don't hold anything in?” he taunted you as he began to curl his fingers hitting that one spot that made you see stars.

You moaned feeling on edge you tugged on the ropes holding your hands hostage you wanted to touch him so badly. He began to bite on your clit just enough to give you pleasure but not enough to hurt. He brought the hand that wasn't fingering you so deep you were seeing stars up to your breasts moving your stupid t-shirt out the way to pinch and kneed the smooth skin.

You couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm was coming faster than ever your moans were not contained. You were grateful for the seclusion of the woods that surround your house. It probably sounded like a murder was taking place with how loud your moans were getting.

Joel knew you were close as well. He stopped kneading your breast and used his free hand to hold one of your legs down as they began to shake rapidly, he added another finger and made his motions faster. You couldn't take it anymore you screamed out “OH GOD JOEL!!!” you started to shake as he continued to finger you and hold your legs open he moved away from your pussy to get more leverage to hold down your shaking body “JOEL…stop.., it's too much” you gasped and started to cry at the overstimulation he was giving you.

Then he finally let go, letting your legs down. Your vision was blurry from your tears. Joel stood up at the end of your bed. The sun was beginning to rise, giving you a better look at him. God, he was just as hot as the first day you met him. “I hope you don't think we're done so soon?” he joked you were shocked for a man his age he's lasting longer than you thought possible, the started to undress himself revealing his chest he was even broader without a shirt he had a small belly but bellow it was a large raging cock it had to be as thick as a soda can and longer than any dick you'd seen in real life it was majestic .” cat got your tongue?” he climbed on top of you and met your lips with a sloppy kiss.

You both began to make out like horny teenagers. You could taste your arousal on his tongue. He ran his hands through your hair and down your body he pulled back for a second before ripping your t-shirt in half “Hey!” you protested, “it kept getting in the way of what I wanted” he started to kiss down your neck leaving bruises as he moved along your neck and collar bone. You groaned in frustration as you couldn't touch him, your wrists were becoming raw and red with pain. He noticed and kissed your wrists but didn't untie them, making you squirm to try and loosen the ropes. Joel grabbed your face roughly "When you misbehave, you don't always get what you want," Joel said, using a more stern tone. "Now be good and stop squirming around like a child who didn't get what they wanted." he let go of your face and started to stroke his cock.

He put his hand in front of your mouth “Spit” You spit into his hand and watched as he used your spit as lube for him to stroke his dick, he spread your legs open again he pushed your knees back close to your head but not far enough for your ass to be off the bed but enough to give him a good view of your pussy glistening in the morning light.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your folds causing you to gasp nervously for what was to come, he slowly started to insert his dick into you screaming at him and moved your hips away as he tried to insert the tip “Ah!” you kick at him “stop it doesn't fit” you plead with him for him to stop or maybe stretch you more. “Aww poor baby never had a real cock have you” he inserted the tip of his dick filling causing you to arch your back slightly you rapidly shake your head no to answer his questions “Words” his voice sounds cold and dominant as he pulls you by your hips onto his dick

It's so deep you feel it in your throat you can't help but moan out at the feeling so painful but so pleasurable “Now…” he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in “Have you never been with a real man like me?” He continues to apply slow deep thrusts as he talks to you making your eyes roll to the back of your head “god I can barely fit” he eggs you on as he begins to use his thumb to rub your clit adding just enough pressure to have you moaning out for more.

“Please…more I want more” you beg as your hips start to meet his thrusts. He begins to pump into you faster grabbing onto your hips and roughly digging your hips into the mattress as he thrusts harder and faster into you the pain has completely faded and all you feel is pure euphoria as he fucks you.

You haven't been able to stop moaning and you quickly get embarrassed as a loud shriek leaves your mouth as he hits that spot again you'd never had anyone fuck you like this you don't feel pleasure for a moment he's made you feel good over and over listened to your body and understood how a women's pleasure works. “Joel…please” You didn't Even know what you were begging for, you just longed for more for anything he was willing to give you.

“Do you wanna cum?” he taunts biting your shoulder as he continued thrusting into you, you were lying if you said you didn't want to come you wanted so too so bad and he knew it he was experienced he could tell by the way your pussy was pulsing, your breath became sloppy, the way your toes curled he knew he just wanted you to say it. “Answer me or I won't let you cum at all” he growled, applying pressure to your clit using his thumb “Yes yes god yes please make me cum” Your back arched and you moved your body into him as much as you could.

You're juices dripped down your thighs a set of continuous moans fall out your mouth “You're gonna cum with me sweet pea fill you with all my baby’s” he groans and pulls your thighs into his arms so your legs are flat against his chest allowing you to feel him in your spine the sound of the bed squeaking fills the room as his thrusts became more erratic “ready?” he groans deeply and rubs your clit faster and faster until your vision suddenly went fuzzy as your orgasm washed over one another. You felt his sticky cum flood into your pussy. The feeling was so warm it felt like it would never stop cumming thank god for IUDs.

Joel didn't let go of your legs, instead, he pushed into you making sure as much of his cum as possible would stay inside of you, he leaned down into you making your legs right next to your ears he leaned in for a passionate kiss before pulling out of you.

A dead silence reigned over the room the morning sun shined through your bedroom window as the smell of sex overwhelmed your senses, after a few moments Joel undid the rope that had your hands tied to the headboard your wrists were red and bruised from rubbing against the rope so hard, Joel put his clothes back on as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling finally releasing what you just did you fucked your stalker and liked it?

Your thoughts raced as Joel came back into view, the last person you wanted to see at that moment. "My real number..." he muttered, tossing a business card in your direction. You glanced over the card.

‘Miller Brothers Contracting and Co….’

He hesitated at your bedroom door before exiting the room entirely.

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mschimdt · 5 months

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The Stripper

mike schmidt x f!reader

warnings: so much things man, m recieving, breeding kink? dom reader, stripping bro litteraly idk just read at your own risk

2.5k words

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mikes been stressed out lately, his job as freddys going awfully, hes been working there for just over a week and the weird shit thats happened to him there is fucking insane

he caught the animatronics moving on the cameras once, blood stains everywhere (which he cleaned up) and then he met vanessa, she told him what type of shit goes down in this placr and now hes terrified, he only goes there to prove to his aunt that he can keep a job

today was jist an ordinary night, mike was doing a night shift as a security guard at freddys, he usually just slept through his shift because who the fuck wants to break into an old abandoned pizzarea?

apparently someone did, a loud smash woke him up, when he looked at the cameras, it was a group of teenagers exploring but one of them got the attention of the animatronics and is now throwing things at it trying to stop it from chasing him, he got cornered in a room, mike watched him get his upper body get bit off on thr cameras "oh shit" he whispered to himself he realized he had to leave, or he was next after those teenagers he checked the cameras once again, to see where the animatronics are not giving a shit about the people that broke in, when he made sure the animatronics were distracted, he made a run for it, towards the exit

thats where he saw vanessa, holding her gun "the fuck happened mike?" she said, aiming her gun at the hallway infront of them "s-some kids broke in- one of thems dead i sae him on the cameras!"

"shit, we need to get out of here" he was looking at her confused on why her eyes widened, he looked behind him, there was an animatronic rushing their way, "HOLY SHIT" he yelled, running for his life throigh the exit door, up the stairs, and into his car where he was struggling to put the keys in

once he managed to get them in, he quickly drove away, once he was far enough he picked up his phone and called vanessa to make sure she was okay

she picked up "hey vanessa u good?"

"yeah im fine, i dont think those kids are tho"

he spoke to her for a bit before ending the call, parking in some random area he didnt recognise , he sat there for a bit, head against the steering wheel as he processed what happens

'if i keep working there thag might happen to me' he thought

he was abut to leave the unknown area before he noticed a sign above him 'strip club huh' he thought to himself, it was still 3 am, after arguing with himself for a while, he convinved himself to go in.

he took out the car keys, leaving his car, as he walked in purple lights blinded his vision, as he adjusted, he realized the security guy at the door was asking for his ID, "may i have your ID sir?"

"yeah- yeah sure" he handed him his ID, the man read it and gave it back to him and noded, as mike walked in. there were men recieving blowjobs and lap dances

he seated himself on a couch facing the stage, where a woman was dancing, as she finished her preformance your name was called, your stage name 'play kitty' he thought to himself, what a weird choice , as you walked on, mike stared at you, not believing his eyes.

you were the most beautiful thing hes ever seen he stared at you dancing on the pole mesmerised by you

you looked at him, all the guys here were the regulars, exept him. you've never seen him here before, he had his arms crossed across his chest while he watched you

you made eye contact with him- quite a few times on accident, he was an attractive looking guy

you finally finishrd your preformance, walking off the stage, where alot of guys followed you begging you to get a room with them, but you replied "i dont do private bookings!" the guys were still pooling around youx a few leaving after they heard what u said, but a few stayed still begging.

mike got bavk to his senses 'why would a woman as beautiful as her want me when she has all these guys anyways' he said to himself, going to walk around the club to look around, he caught you walking somwhere in the corner of his eye, but he iust ignored you, he couldnt stop his breathing speeding up though, your clothes were really revealing. g string, with a string bra

he walked somewhere, and sat down. opening his phone to check with max and to make sure that abby was okay

he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned his head around, eyes meeting your beautiful ones

"u-uh hi-?" hr said, nervousness in his voice, "can i sit down with you for a bit? never seen you here." you said "yeah- yeah sure"

you sat down next to him "so what brings you here" you said making eye contact with him, or trying to, because his eyes would meet yours for a few seconds then he'd just look away

"i dont really know honestly" his voice deep, sadness showing on it

"rough day?" you asked

"yeah kinda"

"what happened?" you asked "never mind- sorry i shouldnt be asking"

"no no its okay i needed someone to talk to anyways, uh something happened at work- something really shitty, you dont happen to know that one abandoned pizzarea? freddy fazzbears or something"

"no way! you work there? i used to go there as a kid, you said smiling "what happened there?"

"well, the animatronics are haunted or some shit, some kids broke in while i was on my night shift and they all got absolutley obliterated by the animatronics- weird shit"

"i heard they were haunted, never thought it was real, yeah right whats your name?"

"mike" he replied "whats yours?"

"my stage names play kitty- weird i know, my actual names (Y/N)"

you had a little conversation, exchanged numbers, and mike left, he was definetley coming back here

it was 5 am now, mike drove home, as usual, doing his usual things

the day after, he went to work, he couldnt stop thinking about you, thats when you texted him

"hey mike its (y/n)!"

he picked yp his phone and read the message, then he replied

"hey y/n whats up"

"u coming today ;) ?"

"probably, not sure yet gotta finish work first"

"ill take that as a maybe, see you there"

you said, it was 3am again, "fuck this" mike abandoned his shift, locking up the outside of the pizzarea

he drove back to the club, walking in again the man standing at the door let him in, recognising him from yesterday

he walked in, you were on stage, when you saw him walk in, you eyes brightened, a smirk growing across your face

you continued your preformance, having collected a little bit over a thousand dollars from the guys there

you walked off, heading straight to mike, "you came!" you said with a smile

"why wouldnt i come back? couldnt resist a girl as beautiful as you-" he just said that- 'what the fucks wrong with me' he thought to himself "shit sorry"

u smirked "whyre you apologising? ur pretty cute mike" you said, chuckling afterwards

'she just said that? what?' he thought as you both made your way to a table to sit down

"what made you become a stripper- dont answer if you dont want to its fine" mike asked

"nah its alright, i just needed a but of extra money, i live alone and one job wasnt enough, plus i couldnt bare always staying alone at night- now im never alone im just followed around by desperate guys, theyre annoying but theyre the source of my income" you said

"my shifts almost over, if you want you can come to my place and we can continue talking there? id like to get to know you mike"

"yea- yeah sure why not" he said, shocked at your question, youve barely known him for a day and youre already inviting him to come over

you packed your things up, "mike u got a car with you? my friend drove me here today and im pretty sure she left aa bit ago- she told me"

"yeah sure, gimme ur house adress ill drive us there" he said

u got into mikes car, u told him the adress. he drove yoy both there , parking outside your house

you ooened the door, letting him in, as he walkes through the enterance, he noticed the house displayed your personality very well, clean and organised " alright gimme a second lemme set this stuff up in my room, you can come if you want to" mike nodded, following you into your room, he realized you were just a normal girl, trying to get some extra money to keep things running

" so mike, you got any siblings" mike froze for a second, remembering garret "you okay"

"yeah sorry, i have 2, or 1 techinaccly" "oh! im sorry for asking-"

"no its okay, it was a while ago, he was kidnapped infront of me i was 13, he was 8"

"im sorry mike.. what about your other sibling"

"yeah abby, shes 9, im doing the security gig to keep her, i beat up a guy at a mall last year and i lost my job, and i was going to lose guardianshio over her due to my aunt, so i have to work this shitty job now to prove i can keep a job"

you put your hand on mikes thigh, mike took a deep breath, looking down at your hand on his dark blue jeans, "are you okay mike"

"yeah im fine just somethings on my mind" he said, looking down onto his lap, where your hand rested, you pretended to not notice his growing erection, -shit shit shit' mike panicked he tried to cover it eirh his hands butyou grabbed him gently by the chin, turning his face to look at you, "you need some help with that?" you said, a smirk wide across your face "w-what do you mean?" mike tried to act confused, his face turning red "with this?" you placed your hand onto the growing tent in his pants

the moment your hand touched his erection, he threw his head back, letting out a soft moan "looks like you do" you said, climbing onto his lap, he rested his arms on your hips as you grinded your clothes cunt on his clothed erection

he let out soft moans, his head thrown back, his hands squeezing your hips you leaned down to his ear "whats wrong mikey? feels good?" you said, kissing his earlobe, making your way down his neck

you reached a hand under his shirt, exploring his torso, your hand wandering up and down it

"take it off" you said, mike obeyed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest, light abs across his stomache, you continued kissing his neck, reaching his colar bone where you sucked and nipped making him release liw whimpers, creating a hickey, "gosh mike keep making those sounds and i wont spare you" you said, smirking across his chest, taking in his scent

he smelled like cologne, mixed with the smell of sweat

mikes strong arms wrapped aroundd your waist as you make your way down his chest , and stomache, without hesitation, you slipped your shirt off

mikes facial expression changed, he looked at your tits, then he looked away again "you can look mike its okay"

you made your way, kissing down his stomache, once you finally reached his v line you said "lay down mike, let me make you feel good"

he listened, once he layed down, you unbuckled his belt, and pulled off his pants, leaving his boxers on

you started palming his dick through his boxers, you could tell he was trying his best to keep quiet.

"dont hold back your noises baby, i wanna hear you" you said as you slipped your finger under the waist band of his boxers, slowly pulling them down, his cock sprung out free, he was big, so big, 7 inches minimum

you wrapped your hand around the top of his dick, placing your thumb on the tip wiping away the precum, "mmph" you slowly leaned down, parting your lips, wrapping then around his erect cock, you took as much of his dick as you could in your mouth, you could feel your wetness through your panties

you bobbed your head up and down, making mike release the most lewd noises youve heard a man make. and you quite enjoyed it, "o-oh my go- mph-d im close! im close!"

you just kept going at the same speed, bobbing your head up and down, you felt mikes dick twitch in your mouth, you knew he was close

he looked down at you

you let his dick out of your mouth, stroking it with your hands till he came

streaks of white painted your face and his stomache

"holy shit" was all he said, he rested his arms next to him looking down at you

"one more time? in my pussy this time?"

"yes please" as soona s you whard those words, your pants were already off , panties slipping off with them, mike stared at you completely bare "goddamn" he whispered to himself, you positioned yourself above himx slowly lowering yourself onto his dick, his strong arms held you as his length slid down inside of you

you adjusted, and soon enoughc you were bouncing uo and down his dick, the only sound in the rokm was the slapping noisea from both your bodys and the moans you both let out , your hands supporting you on mikes chest

mikes hand reached down to your pussy. fingers making contact with your slick clit, rubbing circles onto it

"shit mike im close-" "me too" he said throwing his head back to let our another moan

you came first, the knot in your stomache coming undone.

mike remembered he wasnt wearing a condom, "im not we-wearing- shit. a condom." he said oanting between each word

"cum inside me" you said, leaning down and kissing his lips, swallowing all his moans and he came close to releasing his load

he moaned into your mouth, before releasing the warm whiye liquid into your used cunt, you bounced up and down his dick for a bit morw helping him ride out his high, before you collapsed onto him.

after a few minutes, you both cooled down, he pulled himself out, watchinf the cum drip from your cum

he looked at you and all he said was "we should do this again sometime"

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part 2?

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shadesoflsk · 3 months

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MILLION DOLLAR BLOODLINE — Adam & Eve

A political candidate has been found dead and a well known agent is working alongside you. Check my million dollar bloodline masterlist for general warnings.

Chapter 1

pairing: Vampire/Agent Leon x Fem Detective reader

warnings: Rivals to lovers (Kinda one sided at first because reader doesn't get along with men) misogyny, sexism (from the press) gore, violence, death, suicide, blood, mentions of kidnapping and experimentations, fucked up government.

author's note: Hi! So, this took me longer than I expected lol. I had to delete and redo so many parts but at last I'm comfortable with the result. This is basically an introduction to both characters hence the name I gave to this chapter. I hope you guys like it.

Blinded by the constant flashes of cameras, numerous police officers make their way out of the tumultuousness of journalists and reporters who have gathered —in the name of informing— to be the first ones to publish headlines that will surely raise more commotion in the already horror-stuck citizens.

Thank God the scene of the crime is away from those prying eyes that won’t hesitate to snap a picture or two just for the sake of popularity or being contacted by those trashy and shitty newspapers that fall into the sensationalism homicides and crimes attract.

The eighties are certainly… one of a hell decade to live in. Exuberant neon lights and flashy outfits weren’t enough to silence the crimes that were occurring each day in a city led by white-collared dicks who are ‘better than anyone else.’ The citizens’ words, not yours.

It was easy to despise everyone right now. From those politicians who share their condolences but deep down they have the same fucked up ideal and sentiment—they were happy their enemies keep dying. To the obtuse and short-sighted journalists who kept asking the same questions.

Not even your disdain and witty answers could push them away to the hell hole they came from. Catchy and well-sold tabloids were their objectives and you were the perfect subject to them. A woman in the eighties being the leader of a politic-related case? Oh God, the newspaper loves dragging down women.

Misogynistic terms were chanted even more than the national damn anthem. “God, spare us from a woman leading this case!” “Is this a new gold digger searching for a politician that isn’t dead?” Those were the most ‘tame’ titles they could come up with. However, rumor has it that directors and journalists love calling you names. Ultimately, those whispers die down as soon as the window from your Porsche 959 rolls down and the flashes of cameras turn your way.

“Ma’am we received news that the body you found was in fact, Mr. Clark. Our Major Candidate. Is there any clue this time?” The young journalist asked you. He was definitely a rookie, that ma’am that fell so easily from his lips, and his stance gave it away. Maybe you could be softer with him, aggressiveness was starting to wear you off.

You take out your sunglasses, the snaps of the pictures get harder to bear but for once, you try holding eye contact with this said journalist. In his gaze, you admire his inexperience and eagerness to get something out of this conversation.

Sadly, there’s nothing to offer from a lifeless body and a pool of blood that could flood the entire apartment of the deceased.

“It’s still unknown. We shall wait for the forensic team to provide us with the results of the autopsy.” Your voice is uninterested, an automatic reaction each time a question is asked.

“So… The police department is once again showing signs of inability to complete a case?”

Fuck them all. All of them.

A few hours ago, you had received a call which informed you about the disappearance of a candidate, a major candidate. Of course, a crime would occur when the elections were just around the corner. A perfect scenario to bring the already most famous and glamorized case in the decade more mystery and gore.

A disappearance meant a homicide, it would take just minutes before you were notified that a body had been found.

And you were right.

Eventually, a coworker of yours informed you—with an annoyed expression on their face— that a drained body was found in an apartment.

Working on two cases simultaneously was definitely tiring, and it was starting to show on your face. On one hand, multiple crimes are occurring in Raccoon City, all of them involving people from high society: CEOs, ex-presidents, and candidates. Idle good-for-nothing people who can wipe their asses with a one hundred dollar bill, to put it simply.

Difficult to deal with was an understatement. Everyone at the police station knew one thing though— someone important is leaking information. This said individual doesn’t want to get their hands dirty with blood. Acting like a vendetta, in the darkness, they are cleaning the government in a way.

However, the catch of this case was rather sui generis—not even decipherable. Corruption was the root of all problems and it even showed in various scenes of the crime. Politicians were found dead in certain ways that didn’t match up with their own lifestyles. Suicides, disappearances, homicides without a murder weapon. Someone important must be behind all of this and those victims were merely their pawns.

And on the other hand, a case that seems to get more sinister and fucked up was brimming in the shadows. One that also involved those who justice can’t reach. Besides politicians disappearing, numerous citizens were also missing without a trace. Families were left alone without their breadwinning fathers, without their nurturing mothers, and especially without their loved ones.

The government’s reputation was unmistakable, they didn’t care. Protests were organized without any response or reassurance that a solution would be provided. And then again, the damnation and torment of those who searched through hell and earth was once again brought to them.

Without further ado, you walked out of the police department and embarked on the fantastic journey of seeing another dead body. Not the best sight to see after having your lunch but if you don't go, no one else will.

You arrived at the scene of the crime and luckily, you didn’t run into any reporters, word hadn’t reached them yet. You showed your ID to the cops that surround the apartment complex, they let you in.

The excruciating silence as you wait in the elevator was always agonizing. It allowed your mind to create the most gut wrenching scenarios. You’re a veteran at this point, you have seen 10 dead politicians over the course of the months. However, it doesn’t get any easier.

The first thing that welcomed you as the door of the elevators opened again was the metallic smell of blood. With a deep breath, you fixed your hair and expected the worst.

“Good morning everyone.” Your voice rang through the living room of the apartment. There was no trace of violence or self defense, but the rancid reek continued filling your nostrils. Nonetheless, the authority in your voice never faltered, you simply didn’t allow it.

Acting tough was the norm and giving no shit about anyone was the rule that followed. It’s always been like that. You can’t crack jokes or show a smile just like your male superiors can. Bullshit, you thought. People love saying that the 80s are the best, but everyone is fucking misogynistic.

When you saw that your team had your attention, you proceeded. “Where’s the body?”

“Inside.” A cop said. He was a veteran, the wrinkles forming around his eyes and the one-word phrase told you as much. “There’s a federal agent there, though.”

A federal agent?

It was a matter of time before the government decided to send one of its people. They should have after the first one. But as you already know, they’re scavengers, they don’t give a damn about the country nor themselves. If the death of a candidate could bring more votes to another party, they would close their eyes for the sake of it.

“Anything I may know before going inside?” You ask.

“Nothing much. The state of the body is the same as the ones we have found before.” The dull and repetitive tone of his voice was proof of how everyone was getting frustrated with this case. “Although this one really looks like a suicide.”

Interesting, a politician who actually killed himself instead of being killed.

“Thank you.” Your legs worked on their own and strode off to where the body was. The main bedroom. For a moment, you hesitated to turn the knob around. Your eyes were fixated on your red nails —the same color you’re expected to see once you enter the room.

And you were right, your gaze which was now looking at the floor only witnessed the ruby red color that painted the rug. And, as your eyes traveled, you observed the man who was lying lifeless on the floor.

Your eyes then stopped when you noticed the man who had his back facing you. 5'10 inches with dirty blond hair, black leather jacket that hugged his figure just right. Undoubtedly, the build of an agent yet you couldn’t care less about his appearance right now.

Clearing your throat, you made your presence known. Even though a part of you believed that this man must have heard you as soon as you entered the scene of the crime.

He turned around and you could see the solemn expression that soon turned into a polite smile. So, the blue-eyed male that was in front of you was the federal agent the government has sent? Interesting.

“Hello. You may be the leading detective of this case, right?” There is no accent in his voice nor a belittling hint in his speech. You were used to being questioned about your position or straight up told not to waste time before you could even identify yourself.

“Indeed.” You nodded before stepping closer and showing him your badge which had your name and occupation there. There’s a moment of silence before Leon speaks again, with a faint smile on his lips.

“Kennedy. Leon Kennedy.” He stated his name, a muffled chuckle leaving after his phrase.

At first, you remained expressionless, not expecting this stoic ‘professional’ to introduce himself in a rather comical way. Not when there’s a dead body lying at his feet.

“What are you? James Bond?” You were genuinely dumbfounded.

“Do I look the part?” He had a hand on his hip, casually standing in front of you. If audacity and lack of decorum had a name, it would have Leon written at the top of a dictionary. “I'd call myself hilarious, though.”

“Kinda goofy, I'd say.” You retorted, walking past him and looking through your pockets to pull out a pair of gloves, the sound of latex being stretched followed your answer. This part was always the hardest, even when the body has been already inspected by the team of criminalists, you ought to re-check.

“Let's keep it at funny.” His eyes darted to where your figure was, the scent of your perfume couldn’t override the constant smell of blood but he could sense the faint aroma of coconut and vanilla.

"So... the government sent you?" You adjusted your gloves as your eyes locked on Leon's. His blue eyes were piercing yet they weren't threatening.

"Yup." Leon crossed his arms as he continued watching you. "Kinda late, I'd say. Mr Clark was... the eighth victim?"

"The eleventh." You corrected him.

"Damn, they keep falling like dominoes."

You crouch down to inspect the body, there’s nothing visibly new compared to the other subjects of the crime. Lifeless eyes, and a nasty open wound on his forehead which resembled a shot. But other than that? Nothing much.

“Agent Kennedy, I don't think you're being professional.” You absentmindedly trailed off as you checked the candidate’s finger, paying close attention to his nails. Just in case this wasn’t a suicide case and there was DNA left in the victim’s nails.

“You're right.” He shrugged off as he sighed. He had done his part of the job before you arrived, so his presence was no longer required there. However, he stayed. “But then again, do you truly care for that asshole?”

Your ears perked at Leon’s sudden question. Sure, your disdain for politicians wasn’t exactly a secret. Everyone at the station knew about your hatred for the rich. But needless to say, you weren’t expecting the government’s boy to speak in such a manner.

Nor did you anticipate that he knew about you.

“Careful. Aren’t you supposed to be an agent?” Your demeanor slightly shifted into a more serious one. One that warned him he shouldn’t stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. And while you were a rightful civilian who actually wanted to restore peace in the city. If this rumor reached the newspaper, it would be the end for you.

“Sure. But that doesn’t mean I’m fond of them.” And Leon wasn’t dumb, not at all. He caught the meaning behind those simple yet blunt words. “Or are you going to tell me you like working for your boss?”

“I’m the boss here.” Your expression quickly turned sour as Leon expressed his own opinions. You just noticed the tick of a clock, a persistent noise that only served to highlight the already growing tension.

See, you weren’t a bland person, far from that. You appreciate jokes and even engage in light-hearted teasing with your friends. Not with colleagues.

But at that moment, antics and pranks weren’t something you easily accepted. Living to be compared to men who were incapable next to you built walls that made it impossible to reach your core, to your true self.

“See? Maybe your subordinates don’t like you.”

“You should learn when to stop biting, Mr Kennedy.”

Leon just laughed and shook his head. His eyes stopped being focused on yours and decided to gaze through the large window the room had. The perfect view of the city was in front of him, a perfectly corrupted place.

A welcoming silence—after their awkward banter— set in. You took this opportunity to ask for more information related to the dead candidate. As you let go of his hand, you got up and took off your gloves.

“So… Agent, any background information the now deceased may have?”

“Besides the obvious? Not really.” A sigh slipped from the blue-eyed man. “He had a beautiful wife and beautiful kids. The white picket fence kind of life.”

“Minus the obvious opulent lifestyle he had.” You said.

“Minus the obvious opulent lifestyle he had, indeed.” Leon replies in tandem.

He shook his head, letting out a sigh you didn’t know he was holding. A headache was already brewing and you simply massaged your temples. The sensation of running in circles was once again setting and penetrating your mindset—there’s no clue to even pinpoint the cause of so many crimes.

“There’s nothing else here. Maybe your coworkers have something you could work with?”

And while you felt frustrated for not being able to do more, you let your irritation die down as you nodded.

As both of you exited the scene of the crime, flashing lights and camera shutters could be heard around the building as if they were annoying bugs that wouldn’t stop bothering you. Mosquitoes sucking the blood out of your systems.

Between noises and judging stares from the journalists, Leon’s stride led him to his bike that was just parked in front of your car. As you could already guess, the lenses of the cameras were getting the perfect take for tomorrow’s diary, especially since people love to read about the woman of the year being close to a man. To assert their sexist stance.

“Hey,” Leon called you, his voice barely audible as the constant background noise was still pretty much present. “Take this with you.”

A confused expression set on your face as you eyed the manila envelope Leon gave you. Before you could even open it to inspect what documents were in front of you, Leon’s voice stopped you.

“I don’t think it’d be wise of you to open that here.” Your attention returned to the blond man who was now putting on his helmet. Immediately, you pressed the folder against your chest, protecting the contents inside of it.

“What's it?”

“You’ll know later.” His hands gripped the handlebars, already turning on the engines. “For now, don’t do anything stupid.”

Haunted by the plethora of degrading terms you were called, your first instinct was to roll your eyes as you watched the agent driving away from the building and from the horde of journalists.

Nonetheless, a part of you couldn’t help but read between the lines. Leon hasn’t been particularly cruel to you like every other cop or colleague. So, his statement could be related to what’s inside the folder.

For now, you simply walked towards your car. Or rather, tried. Ready to be cornered by the starved media while cops attempted to serve as a protective wall around you.

Who am I if not exploited, abused, and corrupted?

A question that used to haunt Leon’s dreams and nightmares. His life purpose has been nothing but being the Government's puppet. Images and memories of being exploited and destroyed build up the man he is now.

Or rather, the beast.

In the search of the ultimate soldier, who would fight against every adversity. A creature that didn’t belong to this world was created. The once human could no longer be classified as one, and he gained the name of a vampire.

His hunger for food was replaced by a maddening and unbearable desire for the vital fluid of blood and his right to die was robbed from him as numerous experiments proved that, in fact, no human weapon could kill him now.

Leon’s spirit was bonded to eternity therefore dying meant nothing to him. He doesn’t belong to life since his humanity was stripped away from him the moment he sold his soul to the nation. But death didn’t want him either, since now mortality runs away from him as the monster he has become.

It was a statement he grew accustomed to. The world was cruel and he was reduced to a simple and mere battle machine. The best weapon the nation had.

Although, he knew he was far from being the best arsenal the government could come up with.

They were greedy. It's always been that way. And the moment the disappearances started, Leon's nature was once again brought to the surface.

It all started when he once switched to a News Channel. The slow and grim music was playing in the background as the headline read: NEWS REPORT: FATHER OF TWO IS MISSING. Followed by another update that indicated he was the third man who has disappeared in May.

No hell could be hot enough for whoever was behind all of this. However, Leon was terribly sure that this case wasn’t something orchestrated by just one individual. The anger he had so deeply buried now flourished as a flower. Yet this time it came with thorns that would cut and stab those who wished nothing but to set the world in despair.

He didn’t wait. If he stood still more innocent people would pay the price of being victims of the same destiny he faced.

— August 14, 1987 —

Mr Clark,

I send my most sincere congratulations to you as I’ve come to know that you’re people’s favorite candidate. I’m so sure your image must be impeccable and flawless to reach such level of popularity.

However, It’s so strange to me that as a public figure, you condemn those corrupted politicians who indulge in nothing but richness, crime, and sinful activities when your past (and present) does nothing but stain your image.

But, I’m a generous individual. I’ll give you two options which you can choose from. You come out clean, show everyone the type of sick criminal you are or, you simply end your life. Easy, right?

After all, you didn’t hesitate to end someone else’s.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil x reader

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mochalate · 4 months

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"one and a half at onigiri miya" ; f!reader/atsumu miya w/c: 2.2k ; fluff c/w: implied drug use atsumu salvages what was shaping up to be a disastrous first date with you, a former child and teen actress; and currently one of the biggest stars on the pop music charts.

Atsumu’s no stranger to first dates.

(Never mind that he rarely gets to the second one.)

That’s why, when his phone pings again— this time with a text stating your usual, from an unknown number, and signed with a name Atsumu doesn’t recognize— he’s confident enough to say this does not feel like a good first date.

Asking him to order in advance, and getting your assistant to send it to him— you may as well have said, “Hi, Atsumu. I’m having second thoughts and want to get this done as quickly as possible. Delete my number immediately.”

Atsumu wonders if he somehow managed to do something wrong, in the forty eight odd hours between meeting you, and right now. He rests his chin on interlaced fingers, and closes his eyes, drowning out the hum of conversation in the restaurant; just like he does on the court.

It’s easy enough to picture where he met you first.

It’s where he spends most of his time, after all— the Jackals’ home court. It’s been set-dressed to hell with all the props for a music video, and there are more lights and cameras than he’s ever seen in his life for one person; but it’s still familiar.

Strangely, you’re familiar too.

He’s been watching your face his whole life— first in those corny childrens’ movies that he remembers loving (but are probably better left being enjoyed as memories), and then later, in those tear-jerker dramas his mother is so fond of. You’re on the billboard right outside the building, for crying out loud.

Atsumu has heard that the camera lies; but he doesn’t think that’s true. You look just as beautiful sitting on the bleachers in sweats with no makeup (resting after dancing for the better part of the evening— Atsumu is impressed with your stamina), as you do playing any heroine.

(When he tells Kiyoomi he’s going to ask you out, Kiyoomi tells him that being murdered by a crazy stalker that’s not even there for him is just about the lamest thing to have on an obituary. Atsumu tells him to fuck off.)

He doesn’t have his phone— no recordings, that was the condition your manager laid down when people asked to watch— so he scribbles his number down on the back of a convenience store receipt he finds in his pocket for box dye, and gives it to you.

“Miya, right?” you ask him, smiling softly at the ballpoint print.

Atsumu’s heart skips a beat, and he immediately forgets everything he’s rehearsed. “You know me? Are you a Jackals fan?” The words tumble out of his mouth, and he cringes at how breathless he sounds.

“I read your website on the way here.”

There’s an awkward silence— awkward for him, because you’re smiling pleasantly at him, waiting for him to continue; and it’s making it really hard to remember what he’d planned to say. He’s sure Kiyoomi is watching him fumble this from the other side of the gym.

You seem to take pity on him. “This is your personal number, right? I’ll check my schedule with my manager and text you a time when I’m free.”

Atsumu is sure he’s blown it, as he watches you get up and dust yourself off. Who ever followed up on a promise of texting later? But then you pause on your way to your team, and turn back to him.

“I remembered you, because I liked your interview. There are no expectations or memories on the court, was it? I liked that. I'll see you soon.”

When the car pulls up to the restaurant, you wonder if you should just call the whole thing off. It had been disappointing, having Atsumu Miya ask you to come here. Sure, you haven’t been to this particular establishment in a while, but these places tended to meld together after the first hundred times.

Athletes, apparently, are not much more imaginative than actors. It seems obvious in hindsight.

So much for trying something new, you think miserably.

“I’ll bring the car up front when you’re ready to leave, ma’am,” your driver tells you. You don’t remember his name. Your agency always gives you a different one each time.

You nod politely at the middle-aged man, and take a moment with your compact to make sure your face is arranged in a neutral position. Anyone walking past would probably think you were just obsessed with yourself.

People walking past always had a lot of opinions.

“Which role was the most challenging for you, as an actor?” they would always ask.

“Each role has its own unique challenges!” you would say.

The real answer, though, was probably being convincing in all those dramas meant to assure young girls that no one thinks about you as much as you fear, honest.

Lies.

Good thing you trade in those.

You think you’re telling a good lie tonight, of wanting to enjoy this date— thanking Atsumu for waiting for you (why didn’t you just order?), and saying you love this restaurant (the last time you said that, the owner was sponsoring a project); that you’re so glad to be here again (you barely remember its name).

That’s why you’re surprised when Atsumu sees right through them.

“Look,” he says, setting down his appetiser, “I picked this place because I googled you, and saw you saying you liked it. But I don’t think you do.”

Was he calling you a liar? You are, but you don’t like being called one. “Why’s that?”

“Because your usual isn’t even on the menu.” He runs a hand through what’s obviously the result of the box dye on that receipt you still have in your purse. “And… it feels like you’re treating this like an interview.”

“Excuse me?”

Atsumu frowns. “I didn't mean to offend ya,” he closes his eyes. “Ye’re just not saying anything I don't already know. Safe stuff. PR stuff.”

You don't miss the way his dialect peeks through, and it’s what convinces you he's being sincere. A liar wouldn't allow that. You'd know.

So you keep talking. “Do you know a lot about me?”

This makes him blush. “I'm not a stalker or anythin',” he grumbles, “I liked yer movies growing up. And I watched some interviews last night. Since ya liked mine.”

Something in you wants to take a chance on this tall man, too honest for his own good. Who doesn't seem to know how to lie.

“Okay, Atsumu," you say, setting down your spoon. "Here's something I haven't ever said in an interview: I hate fancy restaurants. Every time I say I like one, it's a sponsorship deal.”

His eyes widen. “Every time?”

“Getting all dressed up just to eat? All these rules about which spoon to use? Why would anyone like that? And they make you pay through the nose for the privilege of letting them wait for you to mess up.”

Atsumu looks distressed. “Ya hate this date.”

It's your turn to be surprised, because you find that you suddenly don't. “This is the most fun conversation I've had in a while, actually.”

You can see him brighten up. “So I still have a chance, is what I'm hearin’. Can ya give me a minute? I need to make a phone call.”

Osamu’s shocked face may just be the best part of Atsumu’s night.

“Jealous, ‘Samu?” he asks, because you excused yourself to the bathroom right after the two of you arrived at Onigiri Miya and won't hear him; and also because he wouldn't have been able to resist anyway.

“Don't get ahead of yerself, Mr. One Date Wonder,” Osamu deadpans without missing a beat.

Atsumu scowls. “Charge me triple if ya want, but don't ya dare call me that in front of her.”

Osamu grins at him, and retreats to the kitchen. Atsumu realises he never offered a menu, but he supposes he trusts him enough to not fuck up food of all things.

The restaurant is empty, as is the street outside. All the tables have their chairs set up on them upside down, save for the one Atsumu is sitting at. The window shades are closed. If he couldn't hear Osamu clinking around in the kitchen, and smell the savoury scent of cooking meat, he would have thought he'd been abandoned.

He'd asked Osamu to make sure the date would be private, but he's half starting to worry you thought you were about to be murdered, and the bathroom was just an excuse to escape; when you return, and join him at the table.

Atsumu’s never seen anyone look this good under the yellow incandescent light of Onigiri Miya. You're looking around, completely fascinated by the surroundings.

“I think you like this better,” he ventures. “So hopefully this isn't the worst first date you've been on anymore.”

You laugh, a genuine laugh that isn't like the ones from earlier at all. Atsumu feels his heart beat a little quicker.

“Maybe it's our second,” you say wryly. “I googled you too. Don't you want to get past the first—”

“Don't say it!” Atsumu groans. “Let's call this… one and a half, alright? I'll take ya somewhere real special for the second one.” He realises what he said, and his ears grow warm. “I didn't mean— I'm not tryna be pushy—”

“I'd love to go out with you again, Atsumu. You're a sweet guy.”

Atsumu is glad Osamu brings the food out at that point, because he's having trouble finding his tongue. You want to go out with him. Again.

“Here you go,” Osamu says, setting down the plates. “Beef Shigureni.” He catches Atsumu’s eye. Atsumu thinks he must be making a very entertaining face right now, because he rolls his eyes, and adds, “On the house.”

Atsumu isn't worried you won't like the food— Osamu's good at what he does— but he still enjoys watching the smile blossom on your face after you take a bite.

“I have something to confess,” you say, looking down at the plate. “My manager told me to accept any numbers from the Jackals. It was going to be a PR thing. Get myself a different audience.”

“Wha—”

“I don't want it to just be a PR thing anymore,” you continue unabated, now looking right into his eyes, brows furrowed. “I just wanted to… be honest with you.”

Atsumu blinks, not quite sure how to respond. “Okay.”

“That's it?” You look shocked. “You're not going to accuse me of using you?”

“I'm pretty sure you're more famous than I am.”

There's a moment of silence, before you burst out laughing. Atsumu's not quite sure why that was funny, but he's glad it was.

“Do you have any questions for me, Atsumu?” you ask, wiping away a tear.

He thinks. “Did ya really have something delaying ya, earlier? Or…” Or did you just want to get rid of me, he thinks, but doesn't dare say out loud.

“There were some very persistent paparazzi I had to shake off. I wouldn't do something cheap like that, I keep all my appointments.”

He's relieved. “Ask me something.”

You take another bite of the onigiri and chew thoughtfully. “Okay,” you say after swallowing, “do you drink?”

“Rarely, it messes with my training. But if you want something, we can ask ‘Samu to—”

You wave him off. “It's sad to drink alone. Don't worry about it. Your turn.”

Atsumu is nervous to ask, but he gives it a shot. “I have a practice match tomorrow. Do you think you could come watch? It's not public, so ya don't have to worry about getting mobbed or anything—”

“You have a game tomorrow and you're out with me?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

He scratches the back of his head, self conscious. “This is the date you said you were free. And I wanted to see you sooner rather than later. I can still get enough sleep.”

Atsumu thinks your smile is radiant enough to light up the room. “I'll be there for sure.”

“Ma’am, don't tell Ms. Akiyama you snuck out of the restaurant on my watch, please,” your driver tells you anxiously as you get into the car. “She'll fire me.”

“She doesn't have to know,” you say, waving at Atsumu through the window as the driver starts up the engine and begins to drive away from Onigiri Miya. “Don't worry.”

“I think I saw a camera flash go off across the street when you came out,” he continues. You can see his eyes nervously flicking left and right in the rear-view mirror. “She'll know.”

You sigh, and assure him he'll be left out of any stories you'll have to tell your manager. As you relax into the seat, a pleasant, warm feeling in your chest; you feel your phone buzz inside your purse. You dig it out.

You bite your lip. There's really no point replying to this now, Haru probably won't be coherent enough to read it until tomorrow morning. But you shoot off a quick ‘Sorry, have to be up early tomorrow’ just in case he is; before putting your phone away.

It's well past midnight, and the wild energy of the city has slowed down into an energetic thrum. You lean back into the seat, and watch the neon signs and lit billboards go by. It's not quite the star-filled sky in the countryside your characters always seem to find themselves under, but tonight, when your heart feels so light, it will do.

“Atsumu Miya,” you mumble under your breath. “What a nice name.”

thank you for reading!! (See I can write fluff!!). Please leave a like/reblog/reply if you enjoyed it

I always thought SMAUs were so fun but also I cannot possibly show not tell enough to do that effectively entirely through screenshots 😔

This is a teaser for a concept I have (fluff/angst ft. celebrity drama, drugs, growing up and maturing in a spotlight, etc).

Let me know if you'd be interested? ;)

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#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya fluff #my fic

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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The demon brothers in maid dresses with an MC that likes it a bit too much

A/N: This is super self indulgent post I won't lie. I am having a horrible writer's block so I needed to get this out of my system.

Demon brothers x gn!MC

!!Slightly suggestive but nothing explicit happens!!

Lucifer

It was a curse set up by the Anti Lucifer League. When he put on his usual attire it transformed into a full blown maid dress with thigh highs that he couldn't take off.

Refused to get out of his room until the curse wore off. He made sure that there were no cameras anywhere near him.

You are the only one he lets in, but warns you that if you laugh he is throwing you out. Needless to say you are over the moon.

While he is annoyed about the curse he can't deny the fact that he likes the way you look at him.

There was one scene in season 3 where MC made Lucifer sit on their lap and he really liked it (his intimacy bar went up). Do that to him.

If you want to try to do anything with him while he is in that dress you'll have to take lead. He has a hard time saying no to you so he will most likely go with whatever you want after a while. But makes you swear you won't tell anyone.

After the curse is over he goes straight to Satan and Belphegor to punish them. Mammon too since he tried to take pictures in order to sell them.

The only reason he won't try to drink demonus until he forgets this whole is because of you. becauseofhowwellyoufuckedhim

You probably won't see him like that ever again tho

Mammon

He lost a bet to Asmo when they went to a party. He tried to win some money but it just ended up with him wearing that cursed maid outfit.

He goes to hide into your room. Why? Because you're his human so this is your problem too. Unknown to him, this was more of a blessing to you.

You were doing your own thing when he bursts into your room, locks the door and starts to complain about the stupid bet.

You probably didn't pay too much attention to what he was saying, more focused on the way the dress would ride up his thighs. The outfit was chosen by Asmo, so it was pretty revealing.

He was about to tell you off for not paying attention to what he was saying but stopped when he saw that way you were looking him.

He tries to play it off, hoping you wouldn't notice the shift in his mood or the way his whole face heat up.

Good thing the door is locked. Because that act is not gonna last long. The maid dress is not comming off either, it looked too good on him.

If you asked him enough times he might wear the maid outfit again. But that's because he is your first man and he doesn't want you to go to one of his brothers for that.

Leviathan

He was trying on a maid dress for a future cosplay when you entered his room without knocking.

You kind of stared at each other for a few minutes. Levi was thinking if calling Lotan would get him out of the situation while you were busy admiring how he looked in the maid outfit.

He snapped out of thoughts when he realized you took a picture of him. You had to calm him down and explain that you just like how he looks and you're not trying to make fun of him.

Tries to go on with working on his cosplay while you hang out in his room but can't really focus. Not only are you constantly checking him out, but this whole situation reminds him of an anime hentai

Just thinking about that scene and what happened between the protagonist and the love interest made him blush. The fact that you were acting just like the love interest did not help at all.

It's up to you to ask him what got him blushing so much. He tries to deny it at first but it was obvious he was lying.

He was already preparing for you to be disgusted and leave the room but instead you told him to continue

Chances are he may need to get a new maid dress for his cosplay.

Satan

He had to test how the curse for Lucifer would work, unfortunately it backfired to him. Now he was stuck in a maid dress with cat ears and tail.

You would think the cat ears and tail would make him happy at least but not really.(I think there was a chat where he said he doesn't like the idea of cat maids).

He locked himself in the room until he figured a way to get rid of the curse. No need for his brothers to see him like that and for Lucifer to find out about the future prank.

He texted you to come into his room to help him figure out a way to get rid of the curse. Yes, you knew Lucifer would get pranked into wearing a maid dress. No, you didn't tell him at all.

You did not help at all. He started to get frustrated with you since he thought you were just laughing at him. He decided to observe you more before confronting you and that's when he realized you may have a thing for him in that damn dress.

It was clear you had no intention of helping and he didn't really have the heart to tell you to leave either so he decided to let you indulge a bit. In the name of finding out more about the curse of course.

After the curse finally wears off, to your dissapointment, he nearly didn't want to use the curse with Belphie on Lucifer. He didn't even want to think what you would do with Lucifer if you saw him in that dress.

Asmodeus

He was going through some old outfits when he found the maid dress and decided to try it on. He didn't really remember where he got it from, it was probably a gift given by one of his fans.

The moment he tried it on he immediately called you into his room to see how good he looked.

Friendly reminder to everyone, he can feel when people are attracted to him. It's confirmed somewhere in season 2. He knew you were into this shit in less than a minute.

To his credit, his intentions were pure when he invited you into his room. Things changed he sensed your attraction to him in that attire. Even without his power, it was still obvious from the way your eyes were following him.

Tries to drop subtle hints at first. Yes he knows you really like how he looks in a maid dress, but that doesn't mean you want to do anything with him at the moment.

If you seem like you want to take things further, which you most likely want to, he will keep going. Might as well put that maid dress to good use.

Will drop hints to his brothers about your preference. In the name of helping them, of course.

After that he will try on different outfits to see if he can get the same reaction out of you again.

Beelzebub

He lost a bet to Asmo and had to wear the maid dress. He was not as bothered by the dress but by the fact that he missed on a free meal from losing the bet.

He was not planning on going out of the house for that day , so the curse didn't affect him that much.

You found him in the kitchen, emptying out the fridge. Since it was too late to stop him at the point you decided to join him and have a snack.

He felt a bit embarrasses at first but quickly got over it when he saw you didn't make fun of him.

He was too focused on eating and making conversation with you to notice the way your eyes wondered around his body. It wasn't a revealing dress by any means, but it was a bit too small for him, making it seem like it would tear at any second.

It didn't help that he decided to use the dress as a napkin. So whenever he would wipe his mouth, he would lift the dress, giving you a full view of his thighs.

In the end the maid dress got to dirty for Beel to keep on wearing it so you offered to wash it for him.

Any sadness from the fact that Beel had to change was quickly overshadowed by the fact that he stripped in front of you without a care in the world. Yeah he did have a blush on his face but it wasn't the first time you saw him like that, so to Beel it was no big deal.

Not wearing the maid dress anymore didn't seem like such a sad thing now...

Belphegor

The curse he tried to put on Lucifer backfired and now he was the one in a maid dress. At least it was comfortable enough to sleep in.

He decided to just sleep the curse away, and what better place is there to sleep than next to you?

When you got a text from to go into his room, you weren't exactly expecting to see him in a maid dress, but you weren't about to complain.

His original plan was only to take a nap with you, but the little shit caught on the fact that you may like him in that dress, so he decided to put it to test.

He tried a bunch of weird 'sleep positions' where he was practically all over you, trying to get a reaction out of you.

After a while he got enough of teasing you and saying that you watched too many of Levi's animes

After all that moving around and teasing you he was not tired anymore. In fact, he made you take responsability for him not being able to sleep properly anymore. It's up to you to decide what you want to do from then on.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader

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bejeweledreverie · 3 months

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Where The Ocean Waves Met My Anxious Heart And Your Strong Embrace

wc: around 1.5k

warnings: reader almost drowning (as a flashback), mentions of fear of death, panic attack, written in 1st person, english is not my first language, ooc rafe?, fluff, not fully proofread

a/n: AAAA my first fic and i am not sure how to feel about it. truly hope it makes sense. comment if you want to be added to the taglist for future fics (ideally would love to put out one fic every week but we'll see how that goes ;-; )!! if you liked this, please comment and reblog <333

p.s. can't decide if the title fits this at all

I never liked him. In fact, I want to gag anytime the name ‘Rafe Cameron’ leaves someone's mouth. He had somehow (unsurprisingly) lived up to his title in the Outer Banks, the Kook Prince. An arrogant and cocky asshole was all that he was to me.

I never really cared about the whole Pogues and Kooks thing. I was friends with both, in fact Kie, Pope, John B and JJ were some of my closest friends. Just because I live in Figure Eight, doesn’t make me better than those who live on the Cut. That is what my parents always taught me, since both of them also used to be Pogues.

But I was never gonna live it down when it came to the eldest Cameron offspring. He always calls me ‘the rip-off Kook’.

Sarah and I have been best friends since forever, but I never got along with Rafe. Ever. Even when we were kids, he always annoyed me, trying and often succeeding at pissing me off or upsetting me.

You would think that we would’ve grown out of our childish antics as time went on, but it only got worse. We could never pass each other without sending glares or saying snarky remarks.

It’s a Friday night in late June. My family and I are at Cameron's for our annual summer barbecue.

I had left my camera there a couple days prior after a sleepover with Sarah. As always, I was tasked to document the gathering, so I went inside to look for it.

And that is why I found myself in Rafe’s room, looking for my camera, that Sarah had left there for some unknown reason to me.

I had been in there a couple times before, but I never had the chance to check it out completely.

I was surprised to find the wall behind his bed covered in photos. Was he also into photography?

My eyes drifted to the window that overlooked the front yard of Tannyhill.

There was soft music playing, as our families were conversing, sipping on wine and enjoying the food. My need to capture this moment became unignorable. But as I turned to grab my camera from his desk, I saw Rafe standing behind me. I flinch from his presence.

“Jesus, can you not creep upon people like that?” I say.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he answers, a lazy smirk on his lips.

I roll my eyes at the nickname, turning back to the window.

“What are you doing in my room, Y/L/N?” he asks, as he moves to stand next to me.

“Came to get this,” I picked up the camera from the desk and prepared to snap the photo I was planning on taking before Rafe interrupted me.

“I find it hard to believe that you only came to take your camera, you wanted to snoop and find something to blackmail me with,” he says, jokingly accusing me with a smirk on his face.

“Oh Cameron, I have known you for over a decade, pretty sure I have enough dirt on you as it is,” I laugh slightly, as I adjust the camera settings.

“Really, because in all these years you have never used it on me.”

“Knowledge is power, Rafael. Don’t expect me to play all of my cards out at once,” I say, zooming in a little bit on the party in the yard.

Once I’m finished taking the photos, I turn to Rafe, finding him already staring at me. I’m used to receiving glares from him, but this time his eyes held something else. An emotion I can’t describe. His gaze was intense.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I turned to look at the photo covered wall.

“I didn’t know you were into photography,” I say, absentmindedly admiring each photo.

Rafe looks down at his shoes, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I, uh, always wanted to try it and I ended up liking it a lot.”

My eyes settle on one particular photo. It’s a photo of the ocean, which appears to be right before the storm.

I look at the date in the bottom right corner and my body freezes.

I can feel the water filling my lungs and I can hear the storm again. The fear of death clouds my brain.

All of a sudden I’m hiccuping for breaths and I feel my legs give out.

…

It was supposed to be a stupid dare, but my stubbornness knows no boundaries.

When JJ jokingly challenged me to surf in the storm, I should’ve just laughed it off, but I didn’t.

Everything was going well, until the wave threw me off the board and I was pushed underwater.

The storm had gotten stronger, so did the waves, and I could barely breathe in when I came up, as another wave pushed me below the surface. Safe to say I was drowning.

I was so scared, but I couldn’t scream out for help. My limbs were burning from trying to stay above water and slowly I gave in.

Suddenly, I felt strong arms wrap around me and attempt to pull me out.

Then it all went black.

…

I felt Rafe’s arms wrap around me to keep me from falling as I choked out a sob. It was like I was experiencing that day all over again. I couldn’t breathe properly and I was shaking like crazy.

“Hey, Y/N, hey! Look at me. You’re safe, you’re not in the water. Just breathe.”

His proximity, my almost drowning, it was too much for me. I tried to wriggle out his grip, failing, as his arms around me only tightened.

“It’s okay, you are safe. I am here.”

I finally let myself collapse into him, sobbing into his chest. He started to rub my back soothingly, while whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

The blurry images of the waves crashing still flooded my brain.

“I thought I was gonna die,” I sobbed

His arms only tightened around me hearing that sentence.

Once I was calm enough, I pulled away slightly. Rafe was already staring at me, and once again, I couldn’t describe the emotion behind his eyes. Was it pityness? Worry? Or was it care?

No, there is no way he cares about me. We hate each other. Right?

I find myself staring back into his captivating blue eyes.

And then the puzzle pieces start falling into place.

“You saved me that day,” I state, my eyes widening with the realization.

Rafe looks away, his hold on me loosening.

Oh my god. That’s why he knew what my panic attack was about. That’s why after the accident he didn’t talk to me for weeks. Does he actually care about me?

“Rafe, why did you never tell me?” I ask, my hand on his jaw, turning his head so he looks at me.

He sighs, before getting up and walking towards his photo covered wall. He takes off the picture of the ocean from the wall and gestures to me to sit on his bed.

“I, uh,” he starts nervously, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want things to change between us."

I sat down in front of him, waiting for him to elaborate, nervous as to where this was going.

“Y/N, no matter what happened, you were always there to call me out on my bullshit, whether that was treating my sister poorly or bullying others. You always knew how to put me in my place and I didn’t want that to change.”

I look at him, surprised.

The boy who pulled on my braids in elementary school, the boy who knew which buttons to push to annoy me, that same boy was now sitting in front of me telling me that I am the only thing in his life that he can count on.

He worriedly flips the photo to the other side and hands it to me. I take it and look at the writing on the back of it.

Once I read it, it didn’t take long for our lips to meet for a gentle kiss that is filled with years of pent up emotions and feelings that we didn’t know were there.

His hands are gently cupping my face, as if he was afraid I would break.

When we break apart, a little breathless and dizzy, I once again look at the inscription of the photo and I know that I have never been so sure about something in my life before. Somehow everything that had happened over the last 10 years made perfect sense. And even the accident made sense, because without it, we wouldn’t be here right now smiling shyly at each other.

On the back of the photo, in squiggly handwriting, were written 6 words.

The day I almost lost her.

@winterrrnight @h34rtsformilli

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lavendermunson · 6 months

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Little secret, big secret - steve harrington

chapter 2 of miss americana and the heartbreak prince

summary The little secret it's not so little anymore since you tell your best friend. She gets to the questioning part but you can't focus on anything else but Steve.

tags famous!singer!reader and famous!baseball-player!steve. Robin, Nancy, and rockstar!Eddie make their appearance! the only warning is consumption of alcohol again, they are adults 'kay.

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When Sunday comes, you sit in the living room of your house in LA. A generous bowl of ice cream, complete with crushed cookies and whipped cream, sat before you while the tv showed the sports channel. You couldn’t quite call yourself a sports fan, but there’s a reason you are tuned in – you wanted to see his face again.

Pictures as nice as they were, simply didn’t do him any justice. You needed to see that genuine smile, and maybe, just maybe, when the camera focused on him, you could see that smile you liked so much.

Friday night was one of the best nights in your life, for sure. But between all the giggles and your racing heartbeat, you’d forgotten to ask for his number. It’s the only thing you regret from that night. Because when you let your mind wander back to that backyard, your entire body quivered with excitement.

His lips are soft against yours. The whiskey lingered on his lips but he had a sweet natural taste. His hands are squeezing your face with just the right amount of pressure, sending you to the moon. You wished that night would have lasted forever.

As cheers erupted from the TV, you got out of your pool of thoughts as the game started. The stadium’s music fills the place as the teams line up to greet the crowd. The camera pans from the fans to the players, capturing their energy.

The announcer’s voice presents with enthusiasm to the MVP – “Most Valuable Player,” which you quickly deciphered. Perhaps you needed to get your hands on a baseball magazine to stop feeling so lost.

When the camera zooms in on his face, you see his big pretty smile. He waves to the crowd, everyone chants his name clapping and jumping. They love him, he is a big deal.

His eyes make contact with the camera lens, and you blush, feeling he is watching directly at you. He waved at the camera, slightly winking. He winks at you, he knows you are watching.

“Good luck, Steve” you mumble, grabbing your bowl of ice cream and getting comfortable to watch the game.

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Your cat jumps at you, falling on your tummy and waking you up. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but you glanced at the TV, and the game was over. Steve’s smile is bright as he celebrates with his teammates - they have won.

You felt guilty for falling asleep, but thankfully the sports channel has a segment that analyzed the game's best moments afterward. So that’s what you focus on for now, watching Steve being a natural talent, swinging the bat like he is the king of the stadium while everyone is enamored by his smile.

Your phone dings for the first time in the night. You sigh, the bright screen a bit harsh on your sleepy eyes as you check the text from an unknown number.

unknown: “hey :)”

You try to guess who it is but nothing comes to mind. Your friends are all saved in your contact list, you haven’t made any friends recently. Then it hits you like a wave, it was him. You try to match his chill tone, hiding your excitement like a little kid on christmas.

you: hi, who are you?

unknown: did you see how I winked at you on tv?

you: oh, Steve. yes, I saw it!

You think about a clever way to save his contact before he responds.

you: if you couldn’t already tell… I blushed right away

little secret: Really?? I wish i’d see that, i like it when you blush

you: next time I will send you a pic, hope is not a big of a distraction :’)

little secret: Are you kidding? I was thinking about you all the time and i did good

you: I saw, congratulations! You are amazing!

little secret: Thank you, gorgeous. Hey, my team wants to go out for drinks but, can I see you over the week?

His charm even shows over texts.

you: Sure, uh is this a date?

little secret: Absolutely, I have something in mind. I hope you are free on thursday

you: I am, see you then

little secret: Can’t wait, good night beautiful

you: Goodnight, handsome ♡

You lock your phone after the text and lay back on the couch, holding your phone to your chest with the biggest smile on your face. You are going on a date, you haven’t been to one in a long time, it’s something exciting but also makes you nervous. You know you can't tell anyone about this, it has to remain a secret. But if anyone could keep a secret, it was your best friend, Robin.

You quickly send her a text, inviting her to your place tomorrow. She says yes, assuring you that she’d catch the next flight to LA as soon as possible. You’d mentioned you had good news and bad news about a boy, and she couldn’t wait to talk to you.

Robin was about to have a heart attack over the news. Her jaw nearly hit the floor and you remained frozen in your seat. She leaned in, placing her hands on your shoulders, giving you a swift shake.

“This is fucking insane!”

“So?” you ask.

“I mean, everything sounds like something out of a movie and I didn't think you were into athletes? You only date actors mostly…”

“Robs” you interrupt her before she says something even more embarrassing than your dating life.

“Yeah, it’s great but you… are you sure of this? Can you keep it a secret when both of you are being constantly harassed by paparazzi? And are you sure it’s worth all the trouble? Are you sure that he is good for you and not just looking for his fifteen minutes of fame?”

All of these questions make your head spin. You didn't think about it like this. Like a serious thing. You were having fun texting Steve in the morning before you had to pick Robin at the airport. But she is right, all of this feels like it belongs to a movie. Deep down, you believe it could really work.

“No, that’s why we are keeping it a secret and I believe we can make it. He is a good guy, Robin”

“You have known him for what? Three days? How can you be sure? I don’t want to see you crying over a douchebag again”

And she is right again. Her lawyer-like ability comes in handy when she is giving you advice. You grew up together, both of you have a great career but she has never left your side and always supports you. As your best friend, she just wants to protect you too.

“I’ll take it slow. I will be so careful, I promise” You smile at her, and she hugs you tight.

“You have to think about it with the seriousness it requires”

“Can you stop talking like you are in a courtroom?”

She laughs. “Tell me you haven’t written a song about him”

You pulled away from the hug, gently. Your gaze falls over to your lap to hide your cheeks, which are tinted pink.

“Oh, you did… in two days?”

“I wrote it all at midnight and finished around two. I still need the melody”

“Your fans are going to go crazy when they find out” She bumps your arm slightly with her fist.

“Now, what are we doing? There is a concert at night of that metal band you like”

“Corroded Coffin?” she shakes her head in disbelief.

“Yeah, them. Do you want to go? I can get special tickets”

“Of course. I can get special tickets too”

“How?” you ask.

“I’m friends with the lead singer, I helped them with some legal issues. You know, rock stars and their passion for destroying hotel rooms”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” you take her hand and lead her to your room, where you can get changed while dancing. You pop out a bottle of champagne to celebrate her company. You two are usually busy with work, but it’s always good to see her.

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The concert is great. It’s one of those private concerts, with no cameras, no obsessive fans taking thousands of pictures, and no one from the media. You enjoy the music as you sit next to Robin, who chats with Corroded Coffin’s manager, Nancy.

You want to ask for a fancy drink, not just a beer as usual. You watch the bottles of whiskey and just as magic, you hear a voice.

“Soft spot for whiskey?” He sits on a stool beside you and asks the bartender for two cups of whiskey.

“Steve!” your first instinct is to hug him, you throw your arms around his body and he wraps his on your waist.

“Hey, gorgeous. What are you doing in a metal concert?”

The bartender hands you both your drink, uninterested in your interaction and you keep your hands on Steve’s arms.

“My friend-” you turn around but Robin is nowhere to be found. She’s probably somewhere with the band’s manager you met before. “She worked for this band when they had a problem with their hotel rooms”

“Yeah, typical rockstar shit” he laughs, drinking his whiskey and never taking his eyes off you.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were resting, you had a great game yesterday”

He smiles as bright as ever hearing your praise. “Thank you” he nods. “I’m friends with the lead singer, we used to go to high school together”

“Oh, you guys have been friends for a while?”

“No, not at first, but now we’re pretty good friends. I’m glad he moved out of town and now he is a big star. He’s had this band since before we met, and I’m proud of them”

“You sound like a great friend. You are a big star too!” you tell him, taking a sip of whiskey to encourage you.

“Look who's talking, the biggest star ever,” he chuckles, his hand finds the edge of your stool and pulls it closer to him. Your body loses its balance and Steve places a hand on your back to catch you. His arms are strong, and his touch on your body feels just right. He is looking at you like a masterpiece in a museum.

You blush immediately, your heart thumps against your chest.

The music gets inevitably louder, you turn to watch the stage. Steve keeps his arm around your waist for the rest of the night. Everyone jumps and head bangs with the rhythm of the music, this is nothing compared to your shows. It’s a different energy, it’s good and it’s fun and it makes you laugh. Steve turns to see you smile, he grins and leaves a kiss on your cheek.

Noticing no one is paying attention to you, you get brave and turn to kiss him. Your hand is pressed against his cheek while his lips move softly against yours, he squeezes your body with his arm pressing you against his chest. This is a different kiss, it’s quicker and it feels hotter.

Robin’s question lingered in your mind. Are you moving too fast? Is this going to work? But you know she had a point, you promised to be careful.

You break the kiss, leaning your forehead to touch his. His breath mixing with yours, he feels something is wrong but decides not to ask.

The place goes louder as Corroded Coffin finishes his shows, the lights go off and that’s when you get back to your seat. Steve decides it’s not really the place or time to talk about what’s going on. He’d figure it out soon, even if it meant losing some sleep over it.

“I have to go get my friend, it was lovely to see you again” You reach for his hand and he takes yours, giving a gentle squeeze. You get closer to his face as before, only to press a sweet peck on his cheek “I’ll see you on Thursday, Steve”

The lights are now bright so people can find their way out. It makes both of you nervous that people can see you now. Steve doesn’t care much, getting close to you and leaving a peck on your cheek, just like you did. He hugs you wrapping his arms around your neck and getting close to your ear to whisper “Have a sweet night, beautiful”

His soft but deep tone makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. It was as if honey dripped from his mouth.

You smile as Robin gets to you, perfect timing. Steve walks off to join Eddie backstage, and you head home with Robin to have a perfect sleepover for old time's sake.

“Are you sure about this?” Nancy asks, as Eddie gets lost in his six pack of beer that some groupie left in his dressing room.

“I am! She is amazing and beautiful” Steve insisted. He knew he’d only officially met you for three days now, but he had had a crush on you for a long time. “I made a move, and things are moving swiftly”

“What’s wrong with that, Nance? Big boy is finding the love of his life!” Eddie helps Steve, trying to make him feel better. However Nancy keeps her arms crossed in front of her chest. He knows Steve has a big heart, but sometimes he can be so out of touch with his emotions, it tends to hurt people.

“Nothing is wrong if he’s sure he can take care of her,” she says, both of the boys in the room glance at their friend like little kids being yelled at by their mom. “And what is Hopper going to say about it? You know he doesn’t want you distracted from your games”

Hopper had taken Steve under his wing, training him after he recognized Steve had talent. The four of them left behind so much in Hawkins to follow their dreams, they just can’t risk it.

“He doesn’t mind. I’ll be okay, really” Steve tried to reassure them.

But Steve knows it is going to cost. Because his ego can get to him, he needs to be the best to show everyone he is capable of it. He likes the winning, the praise, the trophies. He couldn’t handle losing. He can’t afford getting distracted.

“And she is not just another girl in town for a one night stand” Eddie adds. “She is the prettiest, most loved, and most talented girl in… the whole world actually”

Then there was you, the girl Steve had fallen for in just one night. The girl who had him waking up earlier than usual to send you a ‘Good morning, gorgeous’ text as soon as the sun peeks from his window. He loved it when your sleepy ‘Good morning, handsome ♡’ showed up in his notifications and he would reply as soon as he finished off with training at his home gym.

God. It has happened one time and Steve wants it to be forever. But it would be so much better if instead of you waking up with a text, you wake up next to him. He can already imagine you sleepy face, your disheveled hair falling on your naked shoulders after a night of– Earth to Steve!

“Exactly, but only if the secret plan works. If this goes public and you hurt her, everyone is going to make your life miserable, starting with her best friend”

“Ooohhh, and that’s when we leave Big boy alone and focus on little Nance, getting a date with that fancy lawyer I see?” Eddie teases, Steve sighs in relief that the conversation shifted away from him.

“I do have a date with her. But Eds, please stop destroying hotel rooms” Nancy says, and Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle at their playful banter.

Steve laughs at his friends and how they start bickering, but an uncomfortable feeling of anxiety sits right in his stomach. This has to work, he better not fuck it up. He likes you, he wants you.

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nu11lar · 7 months

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PHONE CALL - HANMA S.

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟓𝐓𝐇

ꨄ︎ synopsis ; you've always felt a pair of eyes whenever you come home, always closing the blinds to be more secure, and always checking your ring camera for security. sleepless nights continued when a sudden phone call changes your entire night.

cw // stalking, phone sex, slight fear play, hanma says a death threat once, mutual masturbation (f & m), handjob, fingering, slight dirty talk.

you always felt oddly uncomfortable as soon as you come home or when you're doing your shift in the mornings. feeling pairs of eyes follow you everywhere with each and every movement that you make, trying your best to close the blinds that not every speck of light illuminates the room wether it's at morning or at night. your house is always pitch black because you don't want that person staring at you when you change your clothes, or when you're taking a shower. you've installed cameras everywhere around the house to be more secured, front yard and backyard, front door, etc. many nights continued lingering with worries, feeling as if someone might break in or even watch you sleep.

as the old fashioned routine goes, you come home tired from work, energy drained throughout the day as you had no motivation to clock out of work from your computer. you locked the door and closed a few blinds from the tinted windows of your house then immediately going upstairs to take a cold shower.

if the gut wrenching feeling of knowing that someone is watching you 24/7 didn't happen then you would be just fine, but no, this just had to be in the list of worries for your life, but it would soon change, right?

7:45 PM

with thoughts filling in your mind, you thought it was best to go to sleep earlier than usual. hoping it will help the cover of your worries and problems by going into deep slumber until the next morning arrives. so of course, shutting down all of the light illuminating the rooms your body finally collapsed onto the stiff mattress of your bed, resting your head onto the soft pillows while you placed your phone beside you on the nightstand. with a final sigh you closed your eyes and hoped to have a good sleep, all the while you forgot to close the damn blinds for your bedroom, having a good chance for the stalker to see your sleeping beauty trying to fall alseep.

9:07 PM

rolling around the bed, you were still wide awake with not even a close chance to sleeping. a frustrated sigh left your lips as you sat up on the bed, the rough headborad pressing through your back,"ugh.." you rubbed your forehead, seeming to grow tense and more frustrated as time passes. until, a ring from your phone pierced through the silence, making you jolt in surprise before you immediately grabbed the phone from the night stand. you thought it was just one of your employees calling you for what you'll have to do for tomorrow, but what it shows on your phone was... an unknown caller?

you looked at the screen confused, was it a wrong number? you were sure that it was just a spam call but you picked it up just incase. placing the phone in your ear you let out a small 'hello?', waiting for a response but all you could hear were some few deep breaths, they were shallow and ragged, making you feel extremely uncomfortable,"helloo?" you said again, more concerned this time but just as you were about to hang up the phone you heard a raspy voice speak through the line,"ah-ah, don't hang up yet.." his voice was a little deep, making you shudder as you pressed the phone against your ear again,"who are you?" that question made him chuckle in response, hearing the slight fear in the tone of your voice,"it doesn't matter who i am, dollface.." he avoided to answer your question, which only made you more suspicious of him,"well i'm sorry but you got the wrong number, sir." you tried to sound more stern before you pressed the end call button, hanging up on him.

once you ended the call you gently threw the phone across from you, feeling a little discomforted by such a quick but an absurd call. the only way you could forget this whole situation is that if you try to go to sleep again, but of course, it gets interrupted by another ring on your phone, making you let out a groan as you lazily picked it up again.

unknown caller, again,

"what do you want-" his voice interrupted mid-way through your question,"hang up on me again and i'll gut you like a fish, ya hear?" his voice laced with a bit of malice as he spoke through the phone, his threat making you gulp nervously at the sudden comment,"alright.." your hushed voice made him feel in awe, enjoying the way he was playing with your feelings,"good girl," he sounded pleased the way you obeyed him so easily, feeling a little pride towards himself. you rubbed the back of your neck nervously, anticipating on what he's going to tell you,"you look so sexy in that night dress," he cooed all of a sudden, making your breath hitch as you took this unexpectedly. how does he know what you're wearing? you let out a quiet "huh?" being confused and a little scared,"pretty girl can't go to sleep hm? poor you," he let out a dry chuckle as you took quick glances around the room and windows.

"you can see me?" a quiet hum escaped his lips before he spoke," 'course i can doll, like i said, you look so fuckin' sexy in that night dress.." his voice sent shivers down your spine, the feeling that you have right now was 50/50, you felt a little drawn onto the unknown person talking to you, but you also felt weirded out,"the fuck? why can't i see you then? where are you?" you walked towards the window, your eyes following around the neighborhood as you tried to spot him, but he wasn't nowhere to be seen,"don't worry about that, sweet thing.." that made you feel even more suspicious but you didn't comment on it, even though you should say something about it.

you went back to sit down on the bed, not saying a thing before the other line spoke again, his voice sounding breathless now as he was gulping more often. you felt a little confused, wondering on what he was doing,"y'know, i've always had these days where i always see you come out of the shower, fresh lookin'.." he cleared his throat before you heard some faint squelches coming through the other line, was he... jerking off? you tried to pay more attention to the weird noises rather than what he's talking about, and that made you feel a little tingly, an unknown and a strange man jerking off on the phone because he's already turned on by you,"and goddamn you look so- so... shit-" he hissed, his words dying off his tounge as he let out a small whimper.

"um..?" you spoke awkwardly, not knowing what else to do but hear him pleasure himself and tell you how sexy you were,"i always wanted to fuck you, hehe, wanted to feel that pussy suckin' me inn.." he let out a soft whine, you could just imagine him throwing his head back and giving his cock multiple strokes, feeling it twitch and throb against his palm while beads of pre cum spill out of his tip. your breath slowly got heavy, feeling your chest heave up and down as you heard him tell his dirty thoughts out loud. you gently bit down your lower lip, almost having that feeling on wanting to touch yourself too, but you held back; this was wrong. masturbating yourself with a stranger who clearly has been stating that he's been stalking you should be a big no, but something felt so right to do so.

you swallowed a lump of saliva as your free hand trailed down to lift up the hem of the night dress, going all the way up until your panties were on display and your stomach was shown. you were still unsure wether this is right or not but, it's for the plot,"hmm? touchin' yourself too huh?" he giggled a little once he realized you were almost doing the same thing,"s-shut up." you'd mumble, managing to remove your panties with just one hand while you slowly moved your fingers into your heat,"so naughty.." the way he said it made you feel even more aroused before you finally slip in your middle finger onto your drooling pussy, letting out a short gasp before the man on the phone spoke to you,"thaat's it, you're doing so well," he praised at you, acting as if he was in the room with you and guiding you on how to touch yourself.

your gummy wall tighten around your finger before you insterted another one, which was your ring finger. you slip out a soft moan, arching your back and throwing your head to the side as you felt yourself trembling with pleasure,"m-my god.. look what you did.." your voice trembled as you focused down at the lewd scenery in-between your legs,"and i don't regret doing that," he resisted, seeming to enjoy himself on the situation he brought up to you two, finding himself on stroking his own cock aswell. he bit back a moan while he teased himself by rubbing his thumb onto his sensitive tip, imagining that was you teasing him this way. faint curse words escaped his lips, his eyes focusing down on his cock as he found himself fucking his hand, bucking his hips eagerly while his thoughts filled up with perverted scenarios; thinking about fucking your tight pussy instead on his hand, destroying your pussy while he relentlessly thrusts in and out of you, making you swallow his dick whole and gulping down his cum and not wasting a single drop down your chin, breeding your cunt until your stuffed with him, and marking you as his.

meanwhile you thought the same thing, wanting to be absolutely destroyed by this man just because his voice is extremely attractive, even though he's a little weird. your fingers pumped in and out of you while you thought it was his girthy and lengthy dick, soft moans were being heard across your room and on the other line of his phone while the same was happening to him, murmuring dirty but sweet words to you as he gave his cock long and desperate strokes. a ring of cum already formed on his shaft as he chewed down his lower lip, fast breaths escaping his nostrils while your pretty moans fill in his ears.

your fingers curled, making you let out a mewl as your hips bucked once more. trying to hold still the phone in order to not drop it was too hard for you since the pleasure was overbearing,"f-fuck! ohmygod, gonna cum.." you cried out, feeling close to the edge already," yeah? s-shit, wanna cum together?" he stuttured within his sentence, feeling close to cumming aswell. your whines turned more high pitched, your thumb trying its best to rub your puffy clit as you hissed in pleasure. your fingers covered in your slick as you finally came undone on your fingers, your juices spilling down between your folds as you heard a low grumble bubble in his throat as thick ropes of cum spewed out. you could imagine what a mess he had done on his hands, his soft pants were heard as it made you tingle again and a light chuckle escaped your lips, feeling a bit surprised on what the both of you did.

"how was that hm?" he hummed softly, you could practically feel that he's grinning through that phone. you knew that it felt great but you also felt a little drowsy, everything happened so suddenly and so quickly you couldn't even process it through your mind, but overall it was great,"that felt... good.." you spoke slowly, feeling the tiredness now kick in, who knew that fingering yourself could make you this sleepy?

he giggled again, now noticing how tired you sound,"all of this made you sleepy huh?" you nodded before letting out a sigh,"thanks for that, now let me sleep.." you wanted to get this over with since you have to wake up early tomorrow,"alright then, g'night dollface-" you immediately hung up once he was about to finish his sentence, making you doze off to space from the aftermath of what just happened.

after all, this was kind of worth it.

the next morning you still haven't forgotten about anything that happened last night, blushing profusely each time that scenario pops up into your mind. but you tried to forget it, it was only a one time thing wasn't it?

so as you were about to leave work, you found your neighbor, hanma shuji, outside doing something. you couldn't see what he was doing but it almost looked like it was approaching at your direction. your neighbor was sort of attractive but you haven't been talking to him lately since you're always busy, but you would like to know him more so that you could get in the process on making the first move on him. it was almost like you had a little crush on him.

"why'd you hung up on me last night doll?" his voice was all to familiar as the one from last night, you turned around as you were a bit confused on what he was saying. he looked amused seeing you this way, enjoying this again and again that it never got old,"what do you mean?" you tilted your head, not sounding sure on what he was saying, did he call the wrong number or something? and that's when it clicked, your neighbor was the one that called you last night and said all of those dirty things.

"ya know what i mean." he grinned mischievously as he saw your shocked expression.

"wanna do it again?"

a/n: lowkey this was kinda rushed but here ya go 😚 and i'm sorry for not posting this at the right date but just act like i posted this yesterday

#kinktober 2023 #hanma x reader #hanma smut

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atom-writings · 9 months

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yandere fyodor dostoevsky x reader drabble

2.6k words ~ a/n sorry for being like hey im gonna post and not posting for 3 days lmao

tw - stalking, invasion of privacy, guns, mentions of death, general yandere tws

It had started small. A random pair of clothing going missing, a door you had closed being left open, the hair on the back of your neck standing straight up as you look into your dark apartment hallway. A nuisance, to be sure, but absolutely nothing to panic over.

But as time passed, it became harder and harder to justify. A door left open became a room left a mess, a stolen piece of clothing became everything you didn't use on a daily basis; and worst of all, a looming hallway became an unexplainable shuffle from your living room in the middle of the night.

Your friend has said it was ghosts. Your mother had said it was your imagination. But after you tidied up your bedroom bookshelf only to find yourself staring into the lens of a camera, you said something else.

When you had run to the police crying months earlier, they had assured you it must've simply been your landlord. So you reported it, finally feeling the weight of that intruder's violations off your shoulders, and moved across town.

With a restraining order keeping you safe, you could finally take a shower without needing to check you were alone. That was until you stepped out of the boiling hot chamber. As you looked over, you nearly collapsed to your knees as your stomach dropped to the floor. In the steamed mirror, someone or something had somehow drawn in the condensation. A simple smiley face.

Absolutely nothing to panic over, right?

That was the tipping point. You could barely change into dry clothing before you ran out of your apartment. The next week you spent at your mother's home had been uneventful. Either the monster hunting you had lost your scent or it didn't dare to invade your family as well.

It didn't matter which. You were safe for now, that was all that mattered. You didn't have to fear the dark and what ghost or ghoul was waiting in it. After weeks of laying there all night, eyes wide and body shaking with fear, any break was taken with a smile.

After a week of good rest, you were more than happy to wake up again. You rolled over to check your phone, as you always did, but your eye was immediately caught by a text message from an unknown number.

In a split second, you were sent back to their tear-filled nights, your hand desperately shaking as you hesitated to open the message. Please, god, let this be nothing to panic about. Please.

You clicked. It felt like it took minutes for your phone to show the message.

“Do you really believe staying there is any safer than your apartment?“

Tears spilt over your cheeks as your fingers hovered shakily over your keyboard. You needed to tell whoever this is to leave you alone, that they were torturing you, that you wanted nothing more than for them to be sent to hell-

But before you could even type a single letter, the app closed. You shot up, whining in absolute desperation as you tried to reopen it. When it finally did, the message was gone. Gone in a second, like it was something you weren't supposed to see. Like something you didn't see.

The next police visit was more helpful. Seeing your absolute hysterics, their hand was forced. You returned reluctantly to your apartment, but only with the captain's promise of someone watching all the entrances to your home.

And for the next week, none of those entrances were breached. Your home was as quiet as it had been before all of this madness.

So the police had left with the assurance that no one had been stalking you. You wish that conclusion comforted you. But you knew that whatever had been haunting your life would return soon.

You had been right, of course. The next morning you awoke to a post-it note stuck to your otherwise empty fridge front.

”How little do you think of me? I would think that your friends would have had the budget for better disguises.“

Your face didn't even change as your eyes became wet with tears. The dull ache of fear rang in your chest but failed to force you to your knees anymore.

It was nothing to panic over.

Sure, you had discovered more cameras. Your things seemed to be purposely misplaced to frustrate you. There were more notes, rarely with anything written on them. At first, that part confused you.

But then you understood. Whoever this was didn't want to communicate with you. They wanted you to know that they could, though. They were purposefully withholding the relief of knowledge. They wanted you to want to know about them. About how to end this. And they wouldn't let you.

But after half a year of this endless torture, you weren't afraid anymore. You were angry. You would rip their Post-it notes up and scatter them across the floor. No, you couldn't let them have that power over you anymore.

That was what you thought to yourself as you bought a pistol. Small, easy to hide, not too expensive, but capable of packing a punch if you knew what you were doing. Or at least, if you were convinced of what you were doing. Which, you were.

The first night you hid your gun under your pillow, your monster under the bed failed to show up. The apartment was deathly silent once again.

Good, you thought. Better to be well rested when I aim next time.

The next night, they showed. Around midnight, you were awoken from your tired limbo by the sound of faint footsteps in the kitchen. The sound, which used to terrify you, now forced a smile to crawl itself onto your face.

You grabbed the gun, gingerly disabling the safety. You had loaded the pistol the moment you got it, so there was no noise to be made there. As their footsteps wandered into your living room, you followed. Your presence was no louder than a mouse's, your feet barely making contact with the carpet.

When you finally entered your living room, you saw them.

The night sky filtered through the window directly behind them, silhouetting them but leaving you completely exposed in the cool moonlight. They were large, that was the first thing you noticed. The second thing you noticed was the hair standing up on your arms once again.

You bristled, a dark, maniacal smile on your face before your predator.

You couldn't see their eyes. But you knew that they had seen you as well.

With not a single sound, you raised your pistol.

Their posture straightened. Perhaps in fear. Perhaps in surprise.

But that didn't matter now.

You braced for the earsplitting bang, your ears already ringing in preparation. You closed your eyes.

You pulled the trigger.

Click.

You opened your eyes, the ringing subsiding enough to hear the soft chuckling of the creature before you. It sounded like a mix of chattering, a symphony of strings discordantly orchestrated to create some disgusting imitation of human joy.

Click. Click. Click.

No, please, God, no. This can't be happening.

Click. Click. Click.

The chattering grew louder as your hands began to shake, tears rolling down your cheeks as you hit the side of your pistol. No, no, no, this can't be happening, you thought.

This nightmare was supposed to be over. This creature should be dead. Yet they still stood before you. Slowly, you looked up from your gun to look them in where their eyes should be. Then you recognized why they had adjusted themself. Not terror, not panic.

Anticipation.

And because of that, you couldn't do anything as they walked backwards, exiting through your window back into the freezing night.

The next few weeks weren't terrifying. No, it was too late to be scared. You learned to sleep through the knocking on the walls. You started expecting things to be misplaced, for your phone to be hijacked, for everything in your life to go horribly wrong.

It was no longer anything to panic about. It was mind-numbing. Nowhere was safe, and you were forever trapped in some predator's cage. And that monster couldn't even give you the simple mercy of seeing the bars.

You wished this endless horror movie would end. You didn't care how, or why, you just... wanted some conclusion.

On a dreary, rainy day, that wish would be fulfilled.

Throughout this entire ordeal, you had learned how to continue your normal routine like nothing was wrong. On that day, you had been doing just that. You had gotten off of a particularly exhausting day of work, and like always, decided to visit your favourite coffee shop near your apartment.

You ordered your favourite drink quickly, taking a seat next to the wide windows of the small cafe. The rain pattered against the window softly, complimenting the dull atmosphere of the day. But despite the desolate weather, tens of people walked by the store every minute.

You watched as they passed, tracking the more interesting ones with tired eyes. Occasionally, some would walk without umbrellas, holding their bags over their heads. At that, you couldn't help but chuckle. Even less often, one or two people would enter the cafe as well. You didn't pay much mind to those, as they always left within a few minutes.

You had always been easily entranced by crowd-watching, you thought as you sipped your coffee. It was easy for the entire world to fall away if you wanted it to.

You were startled out of your thoughts as the metal chair on the other side of your table squealed against the wood floor unpleasantly.

In a motion that took hours, you turned to look in front of you.

You didn't need to see their face. You didn't need to hear their voice. You didn't need to see their silhouette once again.

You knew.

The stranger took a moment to speak.

“I've always found first introductions to be difficult,” The man sighed. He spoke with a thick Russian accent, his voice like a perfectly tuned instrument.

Your eyes seemed to blur over as you took in the sight of him. His hair, dark as a raven's, framed his face with loose strands that stuck to his pale skin as if they were wet. His outfit was well tailored, with detailed embroidery; yet showed its age in its formerly pristine fabric hanging loosely off his light skin, light discolouring staining parts of his large trench coat.

He cocked his head to the side, “I am glad that I waited to talk to you face to face.” You struggled to respond, your voice caught in your throat as you looked upon the face of your torturer.

He gazed at you hungrily, his deep violet eyes blank as a corpse's while still being able to dissect you without any effort.

“Why?” You struggled to say, every part of your body telling you to run, to scream, to fight, to finally murder the man in front of you-

But you knew you couldn't. No, it would be a futile effort. Just as everything else had.

He sighed contentedly, taking a sip of his tea and looking out the window for a second.

”I believe timing is an important factor in any relationship.”

You stared at him dumbfounded, struggling to believe that this was really happening. No, this was a dream, another horrible dream about this horrible man.

Slowly, you joined him in looking out the window. Looking upon his young but shallowed face made you feel as if you were going to hurl. Looking out the window could blur out the stranger sitting in front of you, couldn't it?

”Who are you?“ You choked out, fighting back the tears that pricked at your eyes as you tried to ignore the reality before you.

You didn't dare to turn back, but you felt the burn of his eyes on you once again.

“My name is Fyodor.”

For some reason, that made your heart drop to the floor. No, you knew nobody by that name. This man was truly a stranger, a stranger that had been inside your home, viewing you more intimately than anyone had ever done so before. And you didn't even know his name.

“Why... why are you doing this?” You asked softly, looking down at your lap as the tears began to stain your cheeks.

“Don't worry, that shall be made clear very soon.”

“What?”

You jolted up, realizing the gravity of what he had just said. And as your eyes raised, you were greeted by the sight of two large men clad in black sitting at the table next to yours. You frantically looked back to the man in front of you. Fyodor was frail, you could tell from the way his button-up hung off his chest. These men... were anything but. They... they would have no problem handling you.

“It's quite a dreary day, isn't it?” He said, setting down his cup of tea gently, “Not quite as picturesque as I had planned, but God must have known better.”

You didn't dare to respond, crying weakly into your hands.

”My apologies, my dear,“ his tone was even, ”But I do believe our time is up.“

He stood up, clearly not bothered by your pathetic form before him. As he stood up, the men clad in black joined, standing next to your table.

”You- You can't! Someone will see- Someone will call the cops-” You cried out, looking up at him with red eyes.

He cut you off with a comforting sigh. Or at least, it should have been comforting. Yet all you could feel was absolute terror, your body wracked with chills greater than you'd ever felt.

”Oh, I don't think anyone here will be able to call the cops,“

You shuddered, ”W-What do you mean by that?“

”It is unlikely that anyone besides us will leave this cafe.“ He said calmly, his tone completely disassociated from the horrifying thought he had put in your head. He nodded back to the men behind him, and they both left the table.

“You're... you're going to have them kill these people?” You ask quietly, but you truly didn't want the answer.

In response, he chuckled, the sound worse than the first time you had heard it.

“No, no. Of course not. Why would we waste precious ammo? No, I'll be killing them,” He stated, his face contorted into a smile that made your skin crawl.

”Stand up for me, won't you?“ He continued.

You could hear the sound of your heart beating against your chest as you struggled to stand, your knees weak. He placed a hand on the small of your back, his touch feeling like spiders crawling up under your shirt.

He started to guide you towards the exit gently before you stopped walking. His head turned towards yours, stopping as well.

“One last thing... please,”

“Of course, my dear.”

“This... this has all been just a... a game to you, right?”

He smiled, “Yes, yes it has.”

“Did I play it well?” You asked, finally looking him in his blood-churning eyes.

”Oh, absolutely,“ He said with a quiet laugh, opening the door for you to leave. In front of the cafe, a black SUV was parked, with another black-clad man standing to escort you inside the car.

“You played it perfectly, my love. You definitely proved to me that I have made the correct choice.“

You didn't struggle as you entered the car. No, you didn't cry as you heard the screams of the people left inside the cafe.

No, it was absolutely nothing to panic over.

#bsd tag #bsd fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #bsd x reader #yandere fyodor dostoevsky #yandere fyodor x reader

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Unwanted embrace(part 2)

Yandere batfamily x neglected reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is continuation of this post)

Tw: angst, past neglect, yandere behavior and also violence

You tried to ignore your phone’s screen go on and off as you put it in your pocket. You shifted oknthe cafe’s seat uncomfortably as you waited for the waiter to bring you the paycheck. The dessert you were trying to eat had turned bitter as you saw your phone get calls from unknown numbers, it irritated you to no end, it was the second week and you had already changed three Simcards, sacrificed your connection with Alfred and had booked a hotel room away from the place you and your uncle shared so he was safe from all of what you thought was going to come. After the day you had quit your place as a hero your phone was bombarded with messages and calls from other members of the family that made you feel sick to the core, what was wrong with them? couldn’t they leave you alone?

You huffed and pinched between your brows, your headache threatening to join in and add to your frustration. Seeing the paycheck that the waiter put on the table at the corner of your eyes you mumbled a “Thank you” looking at the price “I’m sorry I’ve lost my appetite quickly but other things and service was great how much you want for your ti….” you stopped talking when you raised your head to see the waiter better, your eyes widening at seeing Dick, who had wore the waiter’s outfit and had leaned closer as you were talking “Maybe a smile from you would work as the tip?” his cheeky smirk turned into a thin line as you you show the scowl you shared with Damian. Narrowing your eyes you slammed the payment which was much more then the real price, since you knew Dick must have had gotten rid of the poor waiter to get his outfit. “I told you to leave me alone!” you seethed as you stood up from your seat and grabbed your bag “Oh come on family doesn’t leave each other!” He said and you raised your hand to give him a hard smack on the head but just huffed and rolled your eyes, ignoring him as he looked at you expecting more interaction, he could buy time for others but your ignorance made him clench his jaw and he slammed his fist on the table as he watched you leave.

Walking as fast you could you looked back to see if anyone was after you in the dark street, damn it, you were to hungry to notice you had chosen a place that was not crowded enough, wherever there was no witnesses, there was a chance fornthem to strike, but you were in a whole another city, they couldn’t have come all the way there to bother you right? you hoped at least they just wanted to talk…you could manage getting away with that, your family’s past was not so clean since they had another family member in their clutches and you had watched the whole thing from the corner. Calm down (Y/N)! you were a hero yourself! they can’t even lay a finger on you don’t worry! you told yourself, walking walking the next bus station, why your car had to break just tonight? or maybe it was not an accident? you had checked your place for any cameras and had secured anything, but they were batman and his sons, not just ordinary people. God even thinking about it made your stomach turn in disgust.

“Going somewhere?” Jason’s voice froze you in place, that tone, predator like, he was enjoying your distress, you didn’t need to turn to see him, his reflection in the windows of the building you were walking toward to was showing the young man that had leaned to the wall behind you, arms crossed as he held that smirk of his that made your body shiver. He wore his vigilant clothes…he surely wasn’t there for just a visit, Bruce’s call had rang the bells for you before “We’ll take you back home my baby…” you had canceled the call before he could continue, feeling nauseous at remembering that.

You moved your hand to take the gun in your bag, Jason’s eyes watching your every move “Is it how you greet your brothers dear sibling?” Damian’s mocking voice made your hand clench around the gun’s handle “I won’t greet strangers…” you said bitterly, hearing Jason sigh “Really? after what we all have gone through?” you couldn’t help but scoff at that “Oh? your death must have rearranged your memories! weren’t you the one that bullied me when we were younger? telling me that I was the hated child to feed your own ego and forget about your insecurity?” you said and Jason’s growl made a sad smirk form on your face “Past is the past!” He snapped, the guilt he felt getting worse. “And you Damian…don’t you dare to move an inch closer to me!” you said as you pointed the gun toward him “I warned you to leave me alone!”

Damian’s eyes watered as he held his staff closer, memories of the past hitting him hard “You all used me like a toy, feeling better as you teased and bullied me! Dick started the whole thing, having Bruce’s attention the whole time, being his favorite boy as he made fun of me for walking after Alfred, the only person that had a little hint of sympathy for me! the unwanted child of a heartless man!” your voice trembled as you looked at the glass to check if Jason was not getting closer “Then it was you Jason! weren’t you the one that called me a spoiled brat and bullied me for being born in a richer family then yours? weren’t you beating me up whenever I tried to seek help from Alfred? how can you call yourself a part of my family Jason? you did that and I still wept for your death! and when you came back, Bruce still accepted you, still called you his son no matter what you did! was it fair?”

Hearing something drop on the floor you pulled the second gun from your bag and dodged from Tim who had jumped to hit you with his staff “Oh? the whole family is here? the daddy’s little genius? aren’t you still Bruce’s soft spot?” you said shouting to Damian who took a step closer “I said don’t move little demon! you were worse then all of them! you should have understood me better then the others! but no! I was the pathetic older sibling of yours that didn’t have any place among heros…you all did that to me for years and still call me a sibling? am I the only one that is still sane in this damned family?”

The boys stared at you in silence, they didn’t have anything to say, you were right, but they had planned to make it up to you, if you could just give in! lose your attention for a second! The lights in the street went out and you could hear the fast footsteps of the boys, you pulled the triggers, not caring if you would actually hit them, the first thing that reached you was a staff that hit your right arm, one of the guns was out of use, but you didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger again, your other arm held tightly by huge hands as the other gun was thrown out of your palm, smaller arms held your neck and head against whom you had guessed was Damian, another hit of the hard staff to the back of your knees and you fell on the floor as you growled in anger like a captured beast.

The lights came back again, and you found your head pressed against Damian’s chest, arms held tightly by Jaosn as Tim stood on top of you, staff ready to hit you again if you moved, you struggled to free yourself as Damian tightened his grip to warn you about cutting your air supply, you looked up at the youngest boy, feeling a tear drop on your face, your lips parted in surprise…he was crying! “I’m sorry!” He whispered, voice low and shaking. You stopped struggling for a moment, to equipped to hear Bruce and Dick walk closer to you.

“Woha! you use guns now?” Dick said and got a angry groan from you in response “You hate us that much?” He asked, his voice now sad, you weren’t sure if it was for real or because of his manipulative nature “They do…” Bruce finally said, looking at you pant for air, he nodded to Damian as he squeezed your neck tighter “Shhh…” the boy whispered to you “We’ll be home soon, don’t struggle so much…sleep…please sleep!” His pleading got mixed with frustration as your vision faded away. You were wrong, you were to much into trouble to consider yourself lucky to get out of that damned manor!

#yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere #yandere alfred pennyworth #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere x reader #yandere robin #yandere bruce wayne #yandere nightwing #yandere red robin #yandere red hood #neglected reader #angst

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 11 months

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#365

“I just got the notice. It’s done. I never thought I would have seen a wire transfer of fifty thousand dollars into my account. OK shithead, you are for real. Get naked. I want to inspect my property. That’s what you are to me. You are a cunt. You are a toilet. You are a punching bag. You are whatever the fuck I want to make of you. Right now, I want you naked….

“I don’t give a shit about those two drivers over there. Leave your clothes right there, but hand me your phone. Look at the screen. I saw your post to Facebook. You were able to follow orders. The video was short and to the point. You let your family and friends know that you met a hot daddy that you are moving in with, and that you will be living off the grid and that you won’t be able to respond to anyone for a long time. You actually told them not to worry, that you trust me. That last part was a nice added touch.

“What’s your passcode?... I’m going to change it and then deactivate the facial recognition. Your phone will be locked away, but I will still need to access it from time to time—you know, for the $5,000 monthly payment to me. Which reminds me, what is your password for money transfers?... Ok. This is your first real test…. Yup that works. I’m going to change that code later.

“Stand up and turn around. Let me see what I own for the next year. Nice tiny pecker. Don’t like that it feels that it is free to get hard. I completely understand why it is hard. I’m that fucking hot. When I install you inside the cab, I’ll have a cage to put on it. It won’t come off too often, if ever.

“Are you naturally smooth, or do you shave your chest?... Good. No manly pelt for you, God made sure of it. Your pubes will come off in a bit too. Turn around, let me see my new fuck hole…. Nice and hairless. You douched out like I told you? Good. We’ll get you set up for cleaning out while on the road. How many times in the past week have you been bred?...

“Interesting. I don’t get it. You are quite cute. You seem to have no problem getting men to fuck you. You have money, enough to not only pay me over 100K across the next year, but you can take a year off to be tied up, roughed up, fucked up in the back cab of some unknown brutal asshole truck driver.

“I don’t know what you are running from. And I don’t care. What I do care about is I don’t want some drama creeping into my cab, during the year you are with me and the time after.

“Get on your knees and look up and into your phone’s camera. I want you to say the following in your own words. That you come here of your own choice. You are paying me $50,000 up front to live in cab with me, and $5,000 each month. This is non-refundable at any time. You want to be controlled by me in all aspect of your life. You know that I am a brutal sadistic man. Sex with me is not a guarantee and is not part of the money paid. I want you to beg on camera for me to brutally use you, sexually and otherwise. That includes using you anyway I see fit. You consent to all my demands. You can revoke it at any time and terminate our agreement. In fact you know either of us can terminate this role. If I do it, you will be left naked on the side of the road somewhere. If you do it for any reason, then you would gladly pay me a penalty of additional $50K, transferred from this phone. You will beg to be bound for most of the day. You will beg for me to humiliate you and degrade you. You got all that?

“Good. Now look at your phone’s camera…. Wait I should also get you on my camera too. Can’t be too cautious…. Focus your attention on your phone, and… go….

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“That’s done. So now let’s get you locked up properly in the cab. Come here. When crawling into my cab and I’m right behind you, pause and lean over my seat. Stick your pussy out. Let the world see your ass. I want to check out my new fuck hole.

“This is a pretty pussy. Oh there is some hair back here. Don’t start yelping now. I just yanked out a couple. There’s a lot more to pull out. What? You think I’m going to use my clippers on a pussy? Or your crotch? Fuck that. You’ll be fine with a yank or two… or twenty, or whatever it takes.

“If you are going to have an issue that I’m going to yank out your hair, this is not going to go well for you. If you can’t handle one minute with me, how the hell are you going to last for a year? You paid for one year to submit to a sadistic trucker with one the fattest cocks out there. Do you still want to do this? Or are you living in a fantasy world? If you want to bail, now is the time. I will pull out of here, leaving you naked without your phone. And I will definitely make sure that the penalty fee is transferred to my account before you can even make it over to one of those two drivers over there.

“What’s it going to be? Climb down and go over to them, or climb into the bunk on your back and get your legs up high. You have ten seconds to decide your next year.

“Atta faggot. When you get up there, you’ll see some ankle and wrist cuffs. Go ahead and put them on. I need to secure your shit.

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“Hey shithead. I talked with one of the other drivers who was watching you present yourself to me. He wants to fuck you. I told him that I will only let him if he’s brutal. He just smiled and said, ‘Ohhhhh I can do that.’ So it looks you got your first fuck customer.

“Damn you look good. But let’s get you secured. These wrist restraints get clipped here. You secure?... Good. Now this ankle goes over here. The hard one is this last ankle. The fags I secure always find this difficult…. Relax. Relax this leg. Fucker, just suffer through the pain. This is the pose you will be in as we drive across the country; your cunt leading the way.

“Now for this. See this. This is not your ordinary chastity cage. No this one flattens your dick head to just over half an inch. There is no way for you pull out. Your balls, as tiny as they are, are pushed in your taint region so that when you sit down, you will crush them. You won’t be able to get a hard on due to the pain it causes. This is going to hurt.

“Scream. I don’t give a fuck. This is going on. There! Now for the lock…. With that click, this is not coming off.

“Oh shit! He’s already here.

“Come on up…. I was about to cunt the fag. You can watch…. I just need to remove some of his pubes. Get over there so you can watch. I don’t use a clipper or anything like that. I just grab a hold of a tuft and yank it out. The faggots always scream when I do that. That’s music to my ears. Gets me rock hard.

“No, you can leave the curtain open. I don’t give a shit who sees me take ownership of this fagmeat. If the other driver wants to join, so be it. This is the pussy’s first moments submitting to me; he needs to know what’s in store for him for the next year.

“Hey shithead, open your fucking mouth. Eat your pubic hair. Chew and swallow. Everything that gets yanked out goes right into your mouth.

“That’s what you got to do to these fags. He knew that I am a sadistic bastard when he agreed to live with me for a year. He knew that’s what he was paying me for….

“Yeah, he paid me fifty thousand to ride with me and ride me…. No shit! And he’s paying me five thousand every month. Fuck yeah. The first transfer went through about ten minutes ago. A friend of mine told me that I should be charging for my fat cock. He told me about a site where this type of shit goes on. I posted that I’m a driver with a seven by eight-inch dick looking for a hole to fuck while on the road for the next year. I jokingly put a fifty-thousand-dollar price tag, and wouldn’t you know it within a week, this faggot replied. Once I showed him a pic of my cock and me next to my tractor, he wanted to throw money at me.

“Open up. Eat this last tuft. I will save the rest of your snatch for another time. It’s time for me to fuck this cunt. Let me show you the dick that will own your life. Look at it. It’s barely rock hard, and it’s already fatter than a beer can. You got me leaking boy. There is so much slop under my foreskin. You will be expected to clean me up every day, after every time I fuck you.

“Hand me some of that lube.

“Hey shithead. You ready to be cunted? The lube goes on for my pleasure, not yours….

“Scream fucker scream. Right to the root. Resist or accept me, I don’t give a shit. I’m going to dump my three-day load into you through all your screaming. You want me to cum faster, keep screaming. It ain’t going to take me long. First cuntings never do. Your pussy walls are like silk on my dick. Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum.

“Look up at me. You know I own you? You know this cunt is mine? Just nod. Good. You want this load? Of course, you do. It’s what you live for. It’s gonna cost you though. Look at my fist. Here comes your first black eye.

“BOOM! Fuck yeah. And I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh. Fuck yeah.

“Whew! That was fucking good. You’re up!... What? That bother you? Then don’t fuck him. I don’t give a shit. Besides, I love giving black eyes. My favorite part is making the fagmeat respond ‘I didn’t listen’ to any inquiry as to how it happened. Damn. Thinking about that is getting me hard again. He’s already starting to regain consciousness.

“Hey Shithead! Rise and shine in the summertime!

“Your dick is still hard. Go on. Fuck him…. Yeah, there you go. Go on give it to him. You said you would be brutal. Fuckin’ be brutal…. Yeah yank his nips right off. He needs to know the year of hell that lies in front of him.”

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 20

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives.

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: "I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

My entire morning was dragging after finding out about the TMZ article and Instagram post. I could feel the staff's eyes on me and hear the whispers. Everyone knew about it. Once I had a minute to myself, I sent Dieter a text about everything. That was two hours ago, and he still hadn’t answered. I had a feeling he was dealing with a shit storm of epic proportions. The longer I went without hearing from him, the more anxious I felt.

As my final meeting was coming to an end, I saw a notification pop up on my phone. Normally I wouldn’t check my phone during a meeting, but I needed to hear from him.

DIETER: Sorry it took me so long to respond. This morning has been crazy. You want to come over to my house when you leave work? I’m meeting with my manager and publicist.

ME: Yeah, I’ll come straight there.

DIETER: Just a head’s up... TMZ is about to post an update. They have info on you. They are refusing to keep it under wraps. We tried everything. I’m sorry.

I sighed heavily and let out a quiet “fuck” under my breath. Everyone sitting near me looked in my direction. Aubrey had heard it too, but she continued speaking as she gave me a concerned look. I opened the browser on my phone and hit refresh on the article. There were multiple updates posted since earlier this morning. Several ‘sources’ had indicated that Dieter was under the influence of some unknown substance during the confrontation, which they said was related to concerns over his current relationship. They had also added a screen shot of this morning's Instagram post. Another ‘source’ raised concerns about his current mental health status due to his unusual behavior the last few months.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose where a deep throb was forming. This was so ridiculous and blown out of proportion. Who were they even talking with to get this information? I hit refresh again. Sure enough, there was a new update. They had my picture from the company website along with all sorts of details about me, including where I worked. I exhaled slowly as I leaned back in my seat. Aubrey was just wrapping up the meeting. While everyone filed out of the conference room, she and Kerrie walked over noticing that I was upset. When they asked what was going on, I didn’t say anything. I unlocked my phone and handed it to Aubrey.

Aubrey’s eyes grew wide as she handed the phone to Kerrie.

“Wow. That didn’t take long, huh?”

“Where are they getting this information? It’s not even accurate.”

“There is no telling,” Kerrie said as she returned my phone.

“I should probably go before the paparazzi show up here.”

I quickly walked back to my office to gather my things, then headed out the back door toward my car. I noticed there were already a couple of people across the street milling around with cameras. I kept my head down, walking in the opposite direction toward where I parked. I managed to make it out of there without being noticed.

I arrived at Dieter’s a short time later, without incident. When I keyed into the front door, I could hear voices coming from the kitchen. I paused to take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves.

“This is fucking ridiculous. Where are they getting their information? Someone that was there with Anna has to be feeding it to them.”

A woman’s voice spoke up, “D., you were yelling. I’m sure anyone seated around you could have figured out what it was about.”

“Yeah, but what about these sources? It’s all total bullshit. I swear, it sounds like Ann...”

I sat my bags down on the couch before walking into the kitchen as Dieter was speaking. He was leaning against the counter, until he caught sight of me. He stopped mid sentence, walking over to hug me tightly and immediately started apologizing.

“Stop apologizing. It’s fine. I’m ok.”

He pulled away as he moved his hand to cup my face. He gave me a questioning look, trying to decide if I was being honest or not. He seemed satisfied with what he saw before leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the lips. He reached down to grab my hand and led me further into the kitchen to where the man and woman were sitting at the kitchen table. He then introduced me to his publicist, Elaine, and his manager, Ty.

Elaine was probably in her late forties. She had blonde hair swept up into a neat bun. She was dressed business casual, but there was something elegant and genial about her. Ty seemed to be around the same age. He had dark hair with a hipster vibe about him. His face was very smug and judgy. Something about him was already rubbing me the wrong way.

As Dieter introduced us, Elaine gave me a warm smile and shook my hand. Ty on the other hand, looked me up and down before saying, “I would love to say I’ve heard a lot about you, but he has told us absolutely nothing before today.” He followed that statement with a tight smile before turning his gaze to Dieter in an admonishing way.

“That’s not accurate. I told you about her a long time ago. I just didn’t share intimate details because my personal life is my business.”

“Yeah, until it’s not,” Ty shot back at him.

Elaine jumped in, “Ok guys, let’s not argue. Let’s just figure out how we’re going to deal with this, please.”

“D., I’ve got to ask… you swear you're not using again? Be honest. We can’t help if we don’t know.”

Ty glanced over at me as he spoke. Almost like he wanted to see my reaction.

“I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have asked that in front of your lady,” he added.

My eyes were focused on Ty. I could feel the intense look forming on my face. I knitted my brows together and tilted my head slightly as I tried to read his body language. That was exactly his intention. Was he testing us or just trying to be an ass?

“It’s fine, Ty. She already knows everything,” Dieter said as he grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. He could sense that I was on edge with this guy. He gave me a comforting smile before turning back to Ty.

“I can’t believe you’re really asking me that. I’m completely clean. I didn’t even have any alcohol to drink last night. Neither of us did.”

“You’ve been so secretive lately and haven’t really been in touch with us unless you have to be. I’m just making sure. We don’t know what you’ve been up to,” Ty replied.

“I’ve been on a fucking break. Here. Staying out of trouble like you told me to do.”

I was starting to get annoyed with Ty’s line of questioning. He was being very negative. I felt the need to say something.

“For what it’s worth, I can vouch for him. He’s been working really hard at getting his shit together and he’s been doing great. Truly. We’re together the majority of the time, so I would know if he was doing something like that.”

“I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Ty asked. I narrowed my eyes at him in response. He waved his hands and shook his head in a way that said ‘never mind’ before continuing, “Look, I don’t know you. No offense, but for all I know you could be feeding him lines of coke off those pert tits of yours all the while telling us everything is hunky-dory.”

I had to bite my tongue. I nodded my head as I gave him a tight smile and exhaled loudly. Dieter braced for my response, but I didn’t give one. I wasn’t really sure how to handle this situation.

Elaine interjected, “Ok, that’s enough Ty. Stop being a dick.” Ty gave her a sarcastic smile before leaning back into his seat and crossing his arms.

“Look D., I can tell by looking at you that you’re clean. Don’t listen to him,” she added.

I turned to go grab my laptop and phone off of the couch, then walked toward the back door. Dieter gave me a questioning look. I couldn’t stay in here with this guy for another minute.

“I’m gonna go sit out here and work until you're done.”

“You don’t have to do that. You’re in my life now. I don’t mind if you're involved in these discussions.”

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” I raised my brows at him. He knew what I was saying. I was going to lose it on this guy if I stayed. He gave me a tight nod in understanding.

I exited to the back yard and walked over to sit under the canopy of the rounded daybed to avoid the afternoon sun. I propped myself up on several outdoor pillows and stretched my legs out before getting back to work on my laptop. It was hard to focus given the day’s events. My thoughts were wandering as were my eyes. I couldn’t help glancing toward the glass doors. I could make out Dieter’s dark figure pacing around the kitchen, gesturing with his arms as he talked. Based on his mannerisms, he seemed frustrated. I felt that too.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed before the back door opened. Dieter came out carrying a takeout container and two bottles of water. He sat everything on a nearby table before crawling up the daybed toward my right side. I slid my laptop off to the left, giving him space to hover above the right side of my body as he leaned in for a lingering kiss. He pulled back slightly as his eyes roamed over my face.

“Lunch is here. Gotta make sure you don’t get hangry.” I chuckled.

“Thank you. How is it going in there?” He sighed as he sank down to lay his head on my chest. His right arm reached around and hugged me tightly.

“It’s going. I think we’ve settled on releasing a statement. Elaine is drafting it now. I’m not cool with people thinking I was under the influence. That’s the part that bothers me the most, aside from them posting all the details about you, obviously.”

“Can I ask you about that Instagram post?” He groaned.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve talked to you before I did that. I was hell-bent on making a point.”

He raised his head to look at me. He had a fierce look in his eyes, “I meant it though. I don’t need anyone but you. You’re kinda it for me and I don’t care who knows. They can all fuck off if they have a problem with it. I hope you’re not mad about it.”

“I’m not mad, but a heads up would’ve been helpful. I had to find all this stuff out from my assistant and boss as soon as I walked into the office this morning. Under normal circumstances, I probably would’ve found it to be a turn on, actually. But, the whole public side of everything just adds a weird layer to it, you know what I mean?”

“Shit, mi vida, I’m sorry. I really didn’t think that through. It was impulsive. I shouldn’t have done it.”

He scooted to sit upright, then pulled me into a hug. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck while he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. He began to run his fingers through the back of my hair.

“I’ve never been in an actual relationship, so I’m probably gonna fuck up… a lot. I’m asking for a little grace in advance because I’m not really sure how to navigate all this. But... I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

I pulled away, reaching to cup his cheek as our eyes met.

“We’ll figure it out together. You just need to make sure you’re communicating your thoughts and feelings with me, ok?”

He shook his head in agreement before reaching to grab my hand that was resting on his cheek. He held it as he turned to kiss the palm. Then he leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. His tongue quickly found its way into my mouth for a moment. He pulled away, giving me a deep gaze. His eyes were now hooded with desire.

“I better get back in here before Ty comes looking for me.”

“I don’t think Ty is a fan of me.”

“Ty is a dick. He’s also friends with Anna, so there’s no telling what’s going on in his head.”

“Oh, is that gonna be a problem?”

“Possibly. We’ll see.”

I gave him a concerned look. He responded with a tight small and raised eyebrows before moving to get up and walk back toward the house. As I watched him, my eyes were drawn to the two silhouettes in the kitchen window. Elaine and Ty had been watching us.

I suddenly felt like our private moment had been violated. Then again, I should probably get used to that. The quiet world we had been living in was quickly crumbling around us. I had a sinking feeling in my gut that we were about to be tested. My only hope was that we could handle it.

I moved over to the table with my laptop so that I could eat as I continued to work. However, that was soon interrupted by my cell phone ringing. It was Lauren calling. She must have finally gotten wind of what was going on. As soon as I answered, she was in full interrogation mode.

“What the actual fuck is going on? What is all this stuff on TMZ? And that Instagram post? What the hell happened in Sonoma?”

I quickly filled her in on all the details as I nibbled at my lunch. I could feel my chest tightening as I relayed the events from the previous night.

“Well, I’m happy you both finally stood up to Anna. She is such a bitch. I can’t believe she said that shit. It’s so fucked up. It’s almost like she was trying to get that kind of reaction out of him.”

“Oh, I’m fairly certain that was the exact reaction she was shooting for. She knows how to push his buttons, unfortunately.”

“Should we be concerned about his reaction? He’s never been like that before, right?”

“Not that I’ve seen. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t concern me a little. He wasn’t responding to me initially, but I think he was just trying to focus on staying calm.”

“Yeah, hopefully that’s all it was.”

Lauren and I ended our conversation after that with promises for the two of us to get together soon. It felt like we hadn’t spent any quality friend time together in ages, and I hated that. She had seemed less engaged lately, blaming it on being short staffed at the shop. I briefly found myself wondering if she had something going on that she wasn’t sharing. It would be unusual for her to keep something from me though. I wasn’t sure if I had the mental capacity to think about that too much at the moment, so I dismissed the thought.

Soon after hanging up with Lauren, Aubrey called to check in and see how I was doing. She told me to take the following day off to try and relax after the madness of today. She also told me to work from home for the next little bit until things calmed down, noting that guys with cameras were hanging around the building. All I could do was apologize. I felt awful that my place of employment was having to deal with this mess too, but she was having none of it.

“Talia, after what I saw in here with you two yesterday, I can’t bring myself to care. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that happy or content. It is what it is. We’ll handle it.”

I could feel myself getting a little emotional. Tears started to form in the corners of my eyes. She was always more supportive of me than she needed to be. I had to take a moment to steady my voice before responding.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Hopefully it will blow over quickly.”

After hanging up with Aubrey, I sat staring at my laptop, completely disassociating for a time, feeling like my mind needed a break. I was soon brought back to reality by the sound of footsteps. When I glanced up, I was greeted by Elaine’s approaching smile.

“Do you mind if I join you for a few minutes? Dieter and Ty are on a conference call with the studio. I don’t want to be in on that one if I can help it.”

“Uhh, yeah, sure. Have a seat,” I motioned to the seat next to me as I moved the empty food container out of the way.

She sat down beside me, still smiling before she continued, “You work for Aubrey, right?”

My head snapped back toward her, eyes widened in surprise.

“Yeah…how did you…”

“We have friends in common, so we’ve spent a lot of time together. I didn’t realize who you were until I read that article. I’ve heard her say a lot of really good things about you.”

“Oh well, small world.” I gave a timid laugh. I wasn’t sure where this was going.

“You know, I was with Dieter during a few meetings in New York. He seemed different, even then. I’m pretty sure he was enamored with you the moment you met.”

I couldn’t help the look of disbelief that came across my face, “I doubt that.”

“I’m serious. I mean, he’d been trying to straighten his life out for some time, but something changed after that trip. He seemed a lot more focused and determined. I think that had a lot to do with you.”

I couldn’t help the half smile that crept across my face. If I was honest, I think I was probably enamored with him before we even said a word to each other that first night at the bar.

“I’ve been working with Dieter since the beginning, and I’ve never seen him like this with anyone. I can see that he’s in love with you. I think you’re good for him. So, ignore anything Ty says. He’s blind and also a dick. If you need to throw some of that sass at him that I’ve heard so much about, do it. He needs to be put in his place every once in a while.”

I chuckled. Of course, Aubrey had mentioned that. It was the thing she loved most about me. I could always say what she couldn’t. As far as Elaine was concerned, she was definitely earning some points in my book. I felt like she was being sincere and meant what she was saying. I was happy to find that Dieter had at least one decent person on his side.

“Thank you. I probably needed to hear that. I’m happy he has you. Everyone else I’ve met so far, aside from his family… I’ve just not been impressed. I can understand why he feels like he doesn't have enough support.”

“It’s not the easiest industry to work in. Especially when you have things going on like he does. I’m happy he found someone from the outside that he can trust.”

We were interrupted by Dieter sticking his head out the back door to announce they were off the call. I decided to give up on work for the day since I couldn’t concentrate and had made zero progress. I gathered up all of my things and followed Elaine inside. Elaine and Ty didn’t stay much longer after that, thankfully.

Dieter made a point to set his phone to ‘do not disturb’ after they left. He was over it all and looked exhausted. He flopped down on the couch. I followed, squeezing in between him and the back of it, cuddling into his side. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. Both of us sat in silence for some time before he spoke up.

“I’ve been asked to go see my therapist tomorrow. I’m a little pissed that Ty has no confidence in me.”

“How involved is he with that stuff?”

“Not really that involved. He just likes to make sure I’m going regularly. He doesn’t know the details of anything.”

“Well, maybe it's not a bad idea. This week has been a lot for you. It couldn’t hurt. I can take you if you want. Aubrey told me to take tomorrow off. I can pop in to visit Lauren at the shop while you’re there.”

“Yeah, sure. I think I’d like that.”

We spent the rest of the evening on the couch together catching up on some of our shows and enjoying each other’s company. It was a nice end to the day given how it had started. It was exactly what we needed to recover from the drama.

When the alarm went off at 7AM the next morning, Dieter was not there. I sighed when my fingers met with the cold sheets on his side of the bed. As I lay wondering how long he had been awake, he came walking into the room wearing nothing but gym shorts and carrying a cup of coffee. He handed it over to me as I sat up.

“Despierta, bella durmiente.”

I squinted at him in confusion, “What?”

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” he repeated in English with a smirk.

“I don’t know about beauty. I’m pretty sure I look like a hot mess.”

I could tell my hair was sticking up in every direction after having Dieter’s hands tangled in it for an extended time the previous night. Even though we were both worn out, we still had the need to partake in some stress relieving activities before sleep took us. It was becoming part of our nightly routine at this point.

He rolled his eyes at me, “Whatever you say, mi amor.”

I smiled at his response. I understood that pet name.

“I happen to like the wild sex hair look, it’s a good reminder of our late night activities,” he added with a playful smile and a wink before walking into his closet.

“I probably need to run to my house to grab some clothes.”

“I should just give you space in my closet so you have some things here for days like this.”

He walked out and threw one of his band t-shirts at me to wear. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Is that right? Are we those people now?” I huffed out a laugh.

“Just trying to make your life a little easier babe,” he replied with a flirty grin.

“I guess this means I shouldn’t make you live out of a gym bag at my place anymore then.”

I gave him a teasing look as I took another sip of my coffee.

“I mean, it would save me from all the wrinkles and it’s the polite thing to do.”

He shrugged as he sat down on the bed beside me with a toothy smile on his face. I reached up to slide my hand around to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He briefly paused to take the coffee mug out of my other hand and sat it on the nightstand. Then, he lifted the comforter and crawled underneath it, hovering above my naked body to settle in between my thighs.

As he kissed down the crook of my neck, he reached down to my folds, rubbing gently. He groaned when he felt how wet I already was for him. He inserted two fingers painfully slow as his thumb found the bundle of nerves at my center. His touch caused a sudden jolt of heat to radiate through me. I arched up toward his mouth, which had found its way to my breast. My hands twisted in his curls as he kissed and sucked every inch of me that he had access to, causing me to climax quickly. It was amazing how well he could work my body into a frenzy. I didn’t understand it, but I welcomed it without hesitation every time.

He continued to shower me with soft caresses and kisses until I came down from my high. My immediate response was to reach for his shorts and shove them down his hips far enough to release the hardness I could feel pressing against me. As soon as he was free, I lined him up with my entrance. He responded by slowly sinking into me for the first few thrusts. He abruptly switched to hard thrusts in, all the way to the hilt, but pulled out ever so slowly. With each thrust in, I could feel my muscles quiver slightly. Ready to be taken over the edge again. A small whimper escaped my mouth every time he slammed into me. This pace was maddening, and he knew it.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Stop teasing me. Please,” I managed to cry out between moans.

“What do you need, mi amor. Tell me.”

I could feel his warm breath against my ear as he spoke in a low, sensual tone.

“Faster… please.”

He acquiesced by gradually increasing speed, but still thrusting just as hard. It didn’t take long after that. I quickly came undone around him. He followed soon after, burying his face into my neck. Muffling the low grunts that were escaping his lips.

He hovered above me with his head leaning down toward my chest for several minutes, trying to catch his breath. When he raised it to look at me, I reached for his face and ran my thumb down his plump bottom lip as we looked into each other's eyes. Taking in the shared emotions of the moment. Our time together only seemed to be getting more passionate. It was a miracle to me that we could handle it. I took that as a testament to how much we had both evolved emotionally.

“We really should get in the shower, or else I’m gonna be late.”

I nodded in agreement before giving him one last kiss. He pulled himself out of me with a small grunt, moving to get up. He discarded his shorts on the floor before he walked toward the bathroom. I followed behind to join him. Showering together was becoming pretty routine at this point too. Any chance we got for bonding time, we took full advantage of.

We both had to rush to get ready so that he wasn’t late for his appointment. I didn’t have time to stop and get fresh clothes, so I ended up wearing my skinny jeans from the day before with his t-shirt. Luckily, I had a spare pair of comfy sneakers stowed away in my car.

He was quiet on the way to his appointment, seeming somewhat anxious. He had his right arm propped on the passenger side door with his hand fisted under his chin as he looked out the window. His left hand sat on his thigh while his thumb rubbed back and forth against the other four digits non-stop. I reached over to grab his left hand, entwining our fingers together, hoping it would help calm him. I wasn’t sure that it did.

I pulled up to the front door of his therapist office to drop him off. He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss before exiting the vehicle. I really hoped his session went ok. I wasn’t sure how much more he could handle this week.

After dropping him off, I made my way over to Lauren’s shop. I needed to pick up some supplies, but also wanted to visit with her if she wasn’t too busy. However, when I got there, I was informed that she was taking the day off because she wasn’t feeling well. I found that to be odd. I tried calling her as I wandered down the painting supply aisles. She didn’t answer. I sent her a quick text.

ME: Hey, stopped by to see you and they said you’re out sick. You ok? Need anything?

I didn’t get an immediate response back. Maybe she was asleep? Weird.

I continued browsing for another twenty minutes or so. Finally, my phone pinged.

LAUREN: No, I’m good. Just sleeping it off.

That’s it. Nothing else. Typically, she tended to overshare the gory details. Something had to be going on with her. I felt like I needed to talk to her about it.

I gathered up the remaining items that I needed, then headed toward the checkout counter. I still had some time to kill before going to pick Dieter up, so I decided to run by his favorite smoothie place to pick something up for us. When I got there, it was fairly empty. However, I could feel eyes on me as I stood in line. I glanced around and noticed a couple of girls sitting in a booth looking my way like they recognized me. Geez. I felt like I needed to resort to wearing a hat and sunglasses like Dieter often did. I made a point to turn away from them so they couldn’t see my face. Luckily, I got our order fairly quickly after that and hightailed it back to my car.

I made my way back toward Dieter’s therapist office. I managed to find a parking spot nearby to wait. He still had about ten minutes left. To kill some time, I pulled out my phone to scroll through social media. As soon as I opened the app, I checked the one message alert that popped up. It was from Kerrie. She shared a picture of me at the smoothie shop that had just been posted by a fan account. There was a second picture of Dieter wearing the same t-shirt at some point in time. So they take inventory of his clothing too? And I had literally just left the place.

“Fucking hell. This is so ridiculous.”

I shook my head, closing the app without reading any of the comments. I didn’t want to know what they had to say. Just as I threw my phone down on the middle console, I saw Dieter walking out of the building, briefly stopping to pull out his phone. I assumed to check in on where I was. I quickly pulled out of the parking spot to meet him.

He had an irritated scowl on his face as he got into the car and shut the door a little harder than necessary. I stuck his smoothie in front of his face, and he softened some as he took it from me. He turned, giving me a small smile before sticking the straw in his mouth. I took a minute to pull out onto the main road before I spoke, “I’m almost afraid to ask, but did everything go ok?”

He was quiet for a time as he continued to work on his smoothie. I could tell he was thinking about how to respond.

“He wants to make some adjustments to my medication. The med provider agreed, so I’ve gotta go pick up some prescriptions.”

“Why does he want to do that?”

“Because I’m still having trouble sleeping and the anxiety is getting worse. They’re trying a different sleeping pill and different dosage amounts on the other stuff. I know it’s just because I’m leaving to film soon. It’s got me a little amped up. I really don’t wanna be dealing with medication changes on top of that. It tends to mess with me until I adjust.”

I didn’t really know what to say. I reached over to grab his hand in comfort. He spoke up again, directing me to one of the local pharmacies so he could pick up his prescriptions. I parked and started to grab my purse, but he told me I could wait in the car. Before he got out, he grabbed his hat, sunglasses, and earbuds. His ultimate “don’t talk to me” look. He reached in for his drink before shutting the door. I watched him walk toward the main entrance with his head down. He looked defeated and I hated it for him. He still had a long road ahead of him.

It took a while before his prescription was ready since they had just called it in. He finally came shuffling out the doors forty-five minutes after he went in. He was immediately approached by someone shoving a camera in his face. I could tell he was annoyed, but still smiled and chatted with the guy as he walked. I assumed it was paparazzi since they were clearly recording the entire interaction. When Dieter got to the car and opened the door, I could hear the guy yelling my name and asking how I was today. I mustered a small smile and wave as Dieter shut the door.

“I guess our quiet little bubble has burst, huh?”

“Yep. Welcome to my world.”

He gave me an annoyed look as he put his seatbelt on. I backed out as the guy continued to film. We were both beyond ready to go home.

During our remaining two weeks together, we spent as much time at home as we could. Dieter enlisted his assistant, Rylee, to pick things up for us as needed. She was a sweet girl and seemed like a genuinely good person, which I was thankful for. She had a lot of spunk and a fun personality, with brightly colored hair to match. He was going to need that while he was away. He was going to need all the help and positivity he could get.

As his departure date neared, he was clearly getting more anxious. He tried to keep himself busy preparing for the role during the hours that I worked. Our free time was spent wrapped up with each other, locking the rest of the world out. It was the only time he seemed to relax in the slightest.

Since his change in medication, there were some days he felt terrible. He started having intense headaches and nausea almost immediately. The doctor insisted that was normal the first few weeks, which was frustrating for him. He was worried it wouldn’t stop before filming began, adding an extra layer to his anxiety. It did seem to be happening less as the days went on, but that did little to ease his fears. It also didn’t seem to be doing much to remedy the issues for which he was taking them, further frustrating him.

In an effort to keep his spirits up, we started planning our trips to see each other. The first trip would be three weeks after filming started. I would be spending a week with him while he worked. He had a scheduled three-day break four weeks after that. Which meant he would fly back home during that time. By then they would be getting into filming out in the middle of nowhere, so we decided to play it by ear at that point because of my work schedule. I had hoped that having those planned visits would give him something to look forward to. A positive distraction to focus on rather than the negative thoughts he said often plagued him.

The morning that he was set to leave, he was a scattered mess. His thoughts were all over the place. He was jumping from one topic to another as he rushed around to make sure he had everything he needed. I felt like he was doing everything he could to not focus on the fact that he was leaving, which was probably a good thing. Both of us seemed to be avoiding that topic directly.

Rylee was traveling with Dieter, so she showed up around an hour before their car arrived to take them to the airport. They went through several checklists to make sure he was all set. I was thankful for that because I had no idea what all he needed. It also helped to keep him distracted.

Before we knew it, their car was out front waiting as they hauled their luggage out. We kept our goodbye brief with a tight embrace and passionate kiss, all while avoiding direct eye contact and not saying a word. We both knew if we lingered too long, one of us would break down. I didn’t want to stress him further, so I knew we needed to avoid that at all costs.

As soon as his car was out of sight, I lost all composure. I couldn’t help it. I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it was making me nauseous. I was worried about how he was going to handle this. As I sat on the couch trying to pull myself together, my phone pinged.

DIETER: Love you, mi estrella. I miss you already.

ME: Love you too. I’ll be with you again soon enough. Call me if you need me, please.

DIETER: I promise I will. I’ll text you when we land.

After I calmed down, I turned off everything and locked his house up. I decided to go back to my place for now. I needed to distract myself. When I got home, I went straight to my craft room and started a new project, a painting for Dieter. He had mentioned multiple times that he wanted me to paint one for his house. I felt like this would be the perfect distraction.

I had an image in my mind that I wanted to recreate for him. A reminder of our most intimate experience, but also a reminder of a happier time from his past. I started by covering the canvas with the brilliant colors of the rising sun, before moving on to the more symbolic images that would serve as the focal point of the piece. The images were slowly beginning to take shape as I blended the dark wood colors with gold, green, and white. I got lost in the project, my emotions finally going numb and thoughts going blank as I had intended.

A/N: Hopefully this chapter wasn’t too much of a mess. My concentration has been all over the place this week for whatever reason and it was a struggle.

Anyway, so there we have it. The fallout from the very public argument with Anna. How we feeling about that? Do you think it will create any problems for our lovely couple? Did your feelings change about the Instagram post after their talk? What are your thoughts on the new characters? Do we think something is going on with Lauren, or is Talia overthinking it?

Dieter has officially left to film, which is what everyone has been dreading. How do we think everything that he is currently dealing with is going to affect him? Any predictions on how this is about to go?

What about Talia’s painting? Any predictions on what it might be?

So many things to ponder in this chapter!

I am issuing a warning now. Things are going to start getting a lot rougher going forward. There is going to be some extreme drama and angst building until it finally hits a breaking point due to a major event that’s going to be pretty heart wrenching for everyone. So, be prepared for the crazy journey ahead.

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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Blackout - Patri Guijarro x Reader

Summary: what happens when power goes out in your building, and you and your teammates are trying to find each other in the dark.

A/n: happy halloween. also the Spanish may be a mess but i was using deepl and google translate.

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It wasn’t your idea to have a film night, but you ended up offering up your flat for the film night for the small group. Patri and Clàudia had arrived first, bringing snacks and drinks with them, whilst Leila took a detour to pick up the takeaway order. Mapi and Ingrid however, were running late, for some unknown reason, Ingrid texting you that they were on their way though.

“If we’re waiting for everyone else to turn up, we might never get a film chosen. Leila’s parking I think, but Mapi and Ingrid are running late.” You announced, opening a packet of crisps to munch on. You smiled softly as Clàudia reached out, smiling back as you offered her one of the crisps, rolling your eyes as Patri held her mouth open, waiting.

“Mmpf!” Patri gasped as you reached over the couch to shove a handful of crisps into her mouth playfully.

“You know I suck at throw-ins.” Reasoning with your teammate as Clàudia chuckled at your behaviour, and Patri’s as she went to throw one of your cushions at you, missing by a long shot.

“Anyway, so what are we thinking? Streaming service or do I turn my games console into a dvd player?” You enquired, waving your tv remote around in thought at the options. Patri and Clàudia exchanged glances before they were about to answer, but the room falling into darkness cut them off.

“Well shit… that’s a bit spooky!” you laughed it off, navigating yourself through the dark to reach your kitchen, whilst Patri and Clàudia turned on their phone torches, until you threw torches to them.

“Don’t waste your phone batteries, these torches have batteries in, and I’m pretty sure the lifts will be down, I need to check on my neighbours and make sure Leila isn’t stuck in a lift on her own. I’m taking my camera so I can film where I’m going, since the lifts will be down and there’s a lot of stairs. Do not open the door without checking who it is first, and don’t split up, these hallways are creepy enough during the day…” You explained, clicking on your torch to light up your face from under your chin.

“Wifi is down but the signal is… shoddy… there’s candles and stuff but I’d rather you two didn’t burn down my flat, I love you both but please do not burn down my flat.” You instructed the two, nodding before exiting your flat and walking down the corridor.

You started by knocking on doors on your floor, listening out for anyone walking around the corridors as you headed towards one of the lifts, knocking on the lift doors but it wasn’t at your floor, so you turned towards the stairway.

“Leila, are you there? Ouahabi?” You called out, checking your camera was rolling as you pointed it up and down the stairs, recording what floor you were on before heading down to try to find your teammate in the dark.

Heading down onto the floor below, you checked on your neighbours whilst keeping an eye out for Leila, heading towards the stairway again when your torch began to flicker.

“Fuck!” you whispered, whacking the head of the torch against your hand as the light flickered out. Balancing your camera on the staircase bannister, you unscrewed the head of the torch, pouring the batteries out into your hand to try to check them in the dark.

Footsteps coming up the stairs caught your attention as you clenched the batteries in your hand, staring into the darkness trying to see who was coming, you ended up flinging the batteries at whoever it was, hearing a yell as they hit their target.

“Ay! You threw pilas at me?” Leila yelled, her phone torch revealing you stood at the top of the stairs, holding pieces of a torch. You could hear small clunks of the batteries rolling down the stairs, one step at a time.

“You creeped up on me in the dark! I was fighting for my life!” you argued as Leila got closer so she could see you better, and stop putting her phone torch in your face.

“¿Con pilas, cariño?”

You grimaced at Leila’s use of the pet name that Patri usually called you, momentarily distracting Leila as you re-assembled the now powerless torch.

“Why not use the torch? It could defend you better than batteries, yes?”

“Expect the unexpected, Ouahabi. Did you think I’d throw batteries at you? No, you did not-” you cut yourself off as you reached for the camera on the banister, not realising what way it was pointing as your face filled with horror and you began to bolt up the stairs, leaving Leila there, until she hurried after you.

“Why are you running from me now? Why not before-” Leila began, her long legs meaning she got up the stairs quickly, even as you ran up them in the dark, stumbling as you did, to reach your floor again.

“It’s not you I’m running from!” You explained as you opened the door onto the hallway of your floor, reaching for Leila to make sure she was with you, lighting up the hallway with her phone torch.

“Clàudia, P, it’s me, I’ve got Leila!” you hurriedly knocked, almost falling through the door until a pair of arms caught you, Patri holding you gently as you caught your balance again, letting you and Leila in before you hurriedly shut the door, alarming the midfielder with your haste.

“Where is the food?” Patri enquired, wrapping her arm around you as you leaned into her for comfort, Clàudia walking over too so the three of you almost looked like a family for a moment.

“Ay! That is the first thing you ask me?” Leila sassed, heading into your kitchen in the dark to try to find a drink, reminding you that the lack of power would mean your fridge and freezer were no longer working to preserve your food.

“The ice cream will be soup by now… any sign of Mapi and Ingrid? Wait, where is the food? Did you even bring it?” You asked, wrapping your free arm around Clàudia, checking to make sure she and Patri had been okay in your flat in the dark.

“I did! I left it at the entrance desk…” Leila realised, holding her phone torch up to illuminate the four of you, until her phone decided it was out of battery and had to die on her.

“Did you check your torches? I think I have spare batteries… shut up, Ouahabi, it was a defence mechanism.”

“Your survival skills are shit.” Leila snarked, taking the offering of a torch from Clàudia and clicking it on under her chin.

Patri turned to look at you in confusion, her arm still around your waist but neither Clàudia or Leila could see that in the dark.

“My torch went out, so I tried to check the batteries, and then Leila appears in the dark and scares the shit out of me-”

“Scared the pilas out of your hands.” Leila sassed, before she schooled her features into something more scary, more serious.

“Where are Mapi and Ingrid?”

“They said they were coming, but it is more than this building without power.” Clàudia explained, gesturing to look out the window onto the dark Barcelona streets.

“Well, shit. Ow! Ouahabi! Don’t shine the torch in our eyes!” You grumbled, jumping back at the torchlight in your face, landing in Patri’s arms, “lo siento, lo siento,” immediately apologising for standing on Patri’s foot.

“If those two lovebirds are here, they’re probably coming up the stairs, or stuck in the lobby… we should probably go get them, and the food… why did you leave it at the entrance desk anyway?” you turned to Leila, but Leila had made herself comfortable on your couch with the ice cream soup from the not-freezing-anything-anymore-freezer.

“I threw batteries at you and then we got scared by whoever was also on the stairs, so now you’re hiding in my flat? Fine, either of you two want to help me find the two lovebirds and the food Leila abandoned?”

“Someone else was on the stairs?” Clàudia voiced the one thing you left out from before, explaining why you had hurriedly shut the front door earlier.

“Okay, Leila, look after Clàudia, or I swear, you will find you are missing all of your left boots for the next month. P, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.” You replied, your voice softening as you turned to Patri, Leila immediately gesturing for Pina to join her on your couch, under candlelight, with melted ice cream and whatever was left of the snacks you’d left behind when going to find Leila before.

“No, no, I will go with you!” Patri declared, pushing away any fear she had as you picked up another torch, along with your camera before passing Patri something you probably should have grabbed earlier.

“Baseball bat? Do you even play baseball?”

Ignoring whoever said that, you turned to Patri to nod before going to open the door.

“Lock the door, don’t let anyone in unless it’s me, Patri, Mapi or Ingrid… hopefully we’ll all be as a group but honestly I do not want to live here anymore after tonight,” gesturing to Leila and Pina, “and save me something to eat if we can’t find the takeaway, por favor!”

“I swear this hallway gets creepier…” you murmured, balancing the torch under the camera in your hand as Patri’s freehand brushed yours.

“Can I… can I hold your hand? I lost Leila before, I am not losing you too.”

Patri didn’t even think twice as she tangled her fingers with yours, the two of you feeling safer from the contact as you headed down the hallway towards the staircase again.

“If you see any batteries on the stairs… um, yeah…” you bit your lip, glancing at Patri in the dark as she snorted slightly, trying to stay quiet as you both descended the stairs, holding onto each other rather than the bannisters.

“Did you hear that?” Patri’s grip on your hand increased as she gripped the baseball bat tighter with the other hand, whilst you pointed the torch, and by default the camera too, to see where the two crashing bang noises had come from.

“One above us, one below… we’re stuck…” you concluded, before realising the torch would give away your position, promptly clicking it off.

“Cariño, now we can not see!” Patri whispered to you, feeling you lean closer to her as footsteps were heard coming from both the stairway above, and the stairway below.

The two of you remained quiet as you watched a light from a phone dance around the stairway below, your heart racing until you heard a yelp and a thud.

“oh dios mío, ¿por qué hay putas pilas en las escaleras?” your eyes widened as you recognised the voice, belonging to a certain Barcelona defender who had found, or fell on, the batteries you’d thrown at Leila earlier, Mapi then asking why there were fucking batteries on the stairs, you and Patri hearing Ingrid give a confused answer.

“Meli? Meli!” Leila’s voice from above you left you immediately panicking, had she left Clàudia alone in your flat?

“Meli? ¿Dónde estás?” Mapi called out, heading further up the stairs as Ingrid struggled to keep her phone from dying, the torch eating the battery life.

Patri was about to speak when she froze, feeling you squeeze her hand and almost dropping the baseball bat in shock, the clatter leaving you to let out a breath, hearing the final teammate you were worried about.

“What was that?” Clàudia sounded afraid as she and Leila headed down the stairs, unknowingly towards you and Patri, as the two headed towards what they thought was just Mapi and Ingrid coming up the stairs.

You weren’t even sure where the camera was pointing, all the hair on the back of your neck sticking up as goosebumps ran over your skin, the screams from what had ended up being all six of you ringing in your ears. The baseball bat clattered to the ground as you ended up clinging to Patri, with Clàudia quickly hurrying over to hug you both, Leila had managed to fall down onto her butt as she yelled out, whilst Ingrid screamed and jumped back, and Mapi was ready to run or fight, you weren’t sure which.

“Holy shit! I think you wrecked my eardrums!”

“Why were you standing in the dark?” Ingrid exclaimed, revealing that she had been holding the takeaway food that Leila had abandoned before.

“Forgot, plus… shit… did you guys text any of our other teammates?” you whispered as you heard a door opening on the floor below, Ingrid and Mapi lighting up the space with their phone torches whilst you whacked a torch out of your face that Leila was holding, all of them shaking their heads.

“Run!” Leila whisper-yelled, the six of you hurrying up the stairs to reach your hallway again, not seeing how confused the maintenance manager was over who kept running up and down the stairs like they were in a horror movie, but the Halloween decorations on the third floor had already given him a scare before finding a battery on the staircase earlier too.

“I am not living here any longer, definitely not alone…” you panted for breath, barricading your flat door, taking the baseball bat from Mapi to add to the obstruction.

“You could live with me?” Patri proposed whilst Ingrid, Mapi, Leila and Clàudia were distracted by the now cold but still edible takeaway food and whatever snacks hadn’t been eaten earlier.

“I’d like that,” kissing Patri on the cheek, you sat down next to Leila on the couch, reaching for a spring roll. Patri grinned, her fingers running over her cheek before she eventually joined you all, sitting next to Clàudia and taking the food you reached over to offer her.

The six of you sat eating as your living room was illuminated by candlelight and battery powered torches, almost used to the darkness as Ingrid asked you why there were batteries on the stairs, raising an eyebrow as Leila immediately opened her mouth, covering yours with her hand.

The lights turned back on, everyone reacted differently, but Leila was the loudest as she let out a scream, pulling her hand away from your mouth but you were still clinging to her arm, trying to let your eyes adjust to the brightness of the room.

“¡mierda, me has mordido!” Leila swore, yelling that you had bitten her hand when you flinched from the electricity turning back on.

“Lo siento, Leila!”

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“Hey everyone, a special screening is happening here, a late Halloween special!” you waved your teammates over to the room, waiting in the doorway as everyone began to funnel in in confusion, but this wasn’t a rare occurrence since you’d worked with some of the media personnel to make short clips and mini movies for advertisement.

Alexia raised an eyebrow as you grinned in excitement, laughing as Leila looked at you with wide eyes, figuring out what this was about.

“Okay, is everyone comfortable?” you asked, getting nods but pressing play before anyone could ask questions.

You smiled softly as Clàudia met your gaze, realising what this was about as you sneakily winked at her and Patri.

Everyone remained quiet as the video played, hiding your grin behind your hand as you cringed at yourself at points, biting your lip at the moment with Leila on the stairs, before realising that you and Patri stood in the dark holding hands together was far more tense when looking back at it... and suspicious since the rest of the team had no idea about you dating.

“You bit Leila?” Jenni laughed as Leila erupted in complaints about your rubbish survival skills, pointing out how you had thrown batteries at Leila in your panic.

“At least I did not try to fight for my life with batteries!”

Facepalming, you smiled as Patri’s hand rested on your knee, not going unnoticed by Alexia who said nothing, instead listening to Mariona’s question, asking who it was that you all had run from back to your flat.

“I don’t know… just be glad none of us got stuck in the lift, you’ll be glad to know I’m moving out of that building anyway because I do not enjoy living alone.” You announced, ignoring the questions of who you would be living with in favour of Leila’s comment about the lifts.

“We would kill each other…”

“Especially if anyone had to be a third-wheel…” you murmured, feeling Patri squeeze your knee slightly, clearing her throat as you met her eyes with a smile.

“You have to admit though, my editing is getting better!”

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hiraeth-witch-11 · 11 months

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Into the Unknown Part 2

Something to tide everyone over while I figure out the *plot*.

Warnings: canon typical violence, Billy Russo

Word Count: 600ish

Billy wasn’t sure why he hadn’t killed you the second you started spouting off about Project Cerberus and Agent Orange. Even if everything you said is true, you’re a loose end. He probably should have and still has half a mind to. But what you had shown him had been convincing, at least enough for his curiosity to be peaked.

You had somehow charmed your way through security with a smile and a few coffees you insisted had been ordered by ‘Mr. Russo’. The new kid was on front desk duty and while he had remembered to check your ID, he hadn’t called Billy to confirm.

Billy had let you into his office because you were a nonthreatening, unassuming young woman who looked at him like you were seeing a ghost or maybe a god. He hadn’t expected you to begin rambling about him and where you were from, how you wanted to save him. He thought you were crazy and you certainly looked it with that gleam in your eye and your hands moving as you spoke.

You calmed down a bit when he asked you to prove it, likely because of the sobering reality that Billy very well may have killed you for what you knew. Billy would have loved to… question you further, but he had a meeting he needed to get to and leaving you in his office gave him the perfect opportunity to watch you when you thought you were alone. Even if you were aware of the cameras in there, it at least gave him some time to think.

What to do with you?

Maybe you could be a welcome distraction from some of his daily stress. You were certainly cute enough, even if it was in an unusual, almost feral way. You weren’t necessarily his normal type, but you had an energy to you that was intriguing. Maybe he would keep you locked up somewhere, only let out when he had a use for you.

You knew enough about him that he didn’t need to keep up his mask with you. It might be fun to toy with you for a bit. He might still end up killing you, but the chase was would be so entertaining.

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You sit in Billy’s office, trying to stay still in your seat. While you aren’t certain if there are cameras in here, you should act as though there are. It’s not like you really wanted to snoop anyway. Not much, at least.

From your coffee receipt, you know it’s the end of October and theoretically things with Frank Castle should start picking up steam in November. You have time to plan. This also means there is more time before there is more real life proof of what you know. Billy might kill you before then. You’re surprised you’ve gotten this far, surprised they even let you up to his office. You really hadn’t thought that would work.

You need time to think. Billy is just as likely to kill you as he is to let you live. If your death benefits or protects him in any way, you are done for. You need to be useful. You need to figure out how you can benefit at least 1 of the 3 things he cares about. His money, his power, and himself.

Your knowledge alone wouldn’t be enough, that was stagnant and if he listened to you and acted differently, you would be in uncharted territory. Your ability to read people was an advantage, but that would only go so far with him. How far are you willing to go to survive? How far are you willing to go to make sure Billy survives?

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Convince Them

Tig Trager x F!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.23 At The End Of Their Rope- Forced To Kneel

Warnings: 18+, language, angst, violence, implied/referenced sex work, blood/injuries

Word Count: 3.8k

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No matter how many times the guys told Tig not to go rogue, not to play cowboy when there was his life and everyone else’s on the line, if the situation presented itself, he couldn’t guarantee that he would do what they asked.

That was why, when he got a call on his club burner from an unknown number and heard an unknown man’s voice on the other end of the line, he decided that he would show up wherever he was told to go. He didn’t take the time to reach out to the rest of the club. He was already on the road, so in his mind there would be no point in going to the clubhouse to let them all know just for all of them to go back out with him. He could call, sure, but then they were going to want him to just sit around and wait for them to catch up, and he didn’t want to do that either. It was a pretty short list of things that Tig didn’t think that he would be able to handle on his own.

The address that they told him to go to sounded familiar. He knew the street, even if he didn’t know the specific building number and what he was going to find there. But he was smart enough to know that none of it was a coincidence.

He parked outside the nondescript brick building. He knew what happened on this strip. But as he sat there, unbuckling the clip of his helmet, he tried to figure out why he was really being brought back here, especially when he’d been there just the day before. This wasn’t a hot spot for club business—the only times he ever came here were off-hours. The only times he ever came here, he was with you.

Hanging his helmet off the handlebar, he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his kutte. Your number was one of the few that were in his burner. The call went to voicemail, which wasn’t too out of the ordinary. You weren’t the type to constantly have your phone on you, especially not when you were working. You had never been a woman who was there at Tig’s every beck and call. It was one of the things that he loved about you, strangely enough.

He knew better than to call you over and over again. Instead, he left a short and simple voicemail. “Hey, baby, it’s me. Got a…weird call today. Just checkin’ to make sure you’re alright. Call me back.” He paused for a beat. “Love you.”

He swung his leg over the bike, putting his phone away once his feet were planted. He took a deep breath, discreetly feeling to make sure that he still had his gun and his knife. It didn’t matter that he never went anywhere without them—he still had to check.

Walking up to the door of the building he’d been told to go to, he looked around for the telltale signs of nefarious activity. The windows that weren’t boarded up were tinted dark enough so that no one walking by was going to be able to see what was going on inside. The cameras that they had on the outside of the building were discreet, but Tig knew enough to know what to look for. He looked directly into one, flashing his one-of-a-kind Trager smile. He waved, rings clinking together as he wiggled his fingers.

When he wasn’t greeted by anything, he knocked on the door. Leaning against the frame of it, he spoke up in a slightly mocking tone. “Got an order here for a large cheese—”

The door was unlocked and opened from the other side. Before Tig could even glance to see who it was, he was being roughly yanked through the sliver of an opening that they’d created. It was hardly big enough to slide him through, his shoulder banging against the doorframe before the heavy metal door was slammed shut behind him again. He was being pushed and shoved in what was apparently the appropriate direction without anyone saying much of anything to him.

“Won’t lie to you,” he said as he planted his feet to stop, “I lied about the pizza.”

“Shut the fuck up,” the man’s voice was cold, but it wasn’t enough to bother Tig.

“Guess this means you won’t be giving me a tip then?”

A split second later, the tip of a gun was being pressed hard directly into the middle of Tig’s back. The man behind him gripped him by the back of the neck, pulling him back. Whoever he was, was taller than Tig because Tig could practically feel the way that the man was speaking downwards to him.

“I’m not gonna ask again.”

“You didn’t really ask the first time, to be fair.”

The comment earned Tig a hard shove, one that nearly sent him tumbling to the ground but he managed to catch himself. He huffed, rolling out his neck as he continued down the only open hallway. He assumed that this was the direction he was supposed to be doing in, not that there were many options. Whenever he reached the appropriate door, he assumed he’d be given another cue in the form of a push.

It certainly wasn’t the type of place that Tig would want to stay. But he knew that the girls who were here probably didn’t have much in the way of options. He frowned for a moment at the thought, and it brought him back to wondering why he was told to come back here.

“Up the stairs,” the man spoke and the gun was pressed into Tig’s back once again as he reached the end of the hallway.

Sure enough, there was a poorly-lit, grungy staircase to his left. Tig’s gut was telling him to turn around and take this guy out. And if there hadn’t been the very small possibility that you were also going to end up getting roped into this, he would have. But he wasn’t going to put you in that kind of danger, no matter how badly his fingers were itching to reach for his gun.

As if the man behind him could read his thoughts, he said, “I’d just fucking go, man.”

“No elevator in this place?” Tig turned to try and glance over his shoulder but he was roughly shoved again before he could get a good look. The guy was tall, white, and had long dark hair. That matched the description of way too many people in their area of California for Tig to try and narrow it down.

“It’ll be worth the walk,” he reassured him.

That sent a jolt of fear down Tig’s spine that he didn’t want to admit to. Your voicemail recording was playing on repeat in his head as he made his way up the stairs. There weren’t even that many steps but it felt like the staircase was stretching out to be longer and longer with each step that he took.

“Second door on the right,” the man instructed.

Tig listened, albeit begrudgingly. He reached, turning the knob of the door and pushing it open. He didn’t feel himself sucking in and holding his breath as he stepped in, but he let out a long exhale as he looked around the room. It was nothing special. There was a bed, a dresser, a timer on the dresser. The brick walls weren’t decorated with the exception of a few strings of lights that weren’t currently plugged in. Although Tig had the feeling that even when they were, they didn’t really do much to set the mood. Mood wasn’t the reason that people showed up to these rooms anyway. Most of the light in the room was being thrown by the singular light in the middle of the ceiling, a little bit coming in from the hall and the open door now as well.

He turned around, finally able to fully face the man who had been pushing and shoving him the whole way here. Tig took in the full image of the man in front of him. Aside from his height, and the tattoos that were on his hands and creeping up the side of his neck, there wasn’t really much to set him aside from anyone else Tig would’ve passed on the street. And yet he was standing there with the nagging feeling that he had definitely seen this guy before.

Tig looked around the room and back at the man, speaking with a much cooler, calmer demeanor than how he really felt inside. “No offense, man, but you really aren’t my type. And,” he gestured to the room, “I at least need a motel room or something. Have a little class.”

The guy shook his head before holding out his hand. “Gun.” He motioned for Tig to hand over his weapon.

This was the moment. Tig could either shoot his way out of this, or let it play out. He knew that there was no way that it was just him and this other asshole in the building. Shooting him was going to unleash who knew how many other people onto him. So he made the logical play and handed his gun over.

“Knife, too,” the man said.

Tig sighed, but he unclipped it and handed the blade over. He watched as the man set them just outside the door. Nothing about any of this was making sense. So few times in his life had Tig ever just been along for the ride like this. And now he didn’t even have his weapons.

He was staring at the empty doorway for a few seconds that felt much longer than that when he heard the clicking of heels on the hallway floor. His face contorted in confusion—the sound alone let him know that that wasn’t you. It seemed that with every passing second there were more and more questions popping up.

Then the young woman teetered into the doorway. One arm crossed over her chest so that her hand was gripping onto the opposite bicep. Her eyes were cast down towards the floor, nervously shifting and twisting her feet in her heels.

Tig’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of her. She wasn’t you, but he knew her. You knew her, too. The last time that the two of you saw her, though, she was looking a lot happier, and a hell of a lot less banged up. Bruises littered her cheeks, arms, and legs. The skin of her knees was torn up and scabbed over, and he could see that it was the same case with her elbows. There was bruising along her neck that weren’t from a fun time that got out of hand.

The sight of her, even with all of the bruising, let him know why he recognized the man standing behind her. He had some generic fucking name. He was pretty sure it started with a J. Jerry? Jimmy? Something like that. On more than one occasion after Tig had dropped her back off at their usual spot down the block, he’d materialized to collect his cut of the payment. Tig would watch the exchange in the mirror of his bike. She never looked happy about it, and why would she? But the guy had never gotten rough with her, not where everyone could see, anyway.

Despite knowing better, Tig’s whole demeanor softened as he looked at her. He wanted to reach out and pull her into a hug. “Oh, what’d they do to you, doll?”

“They?” the man barked as he pushed her farther inside the room. It was gentler than when he was man handling Tig, but not by much. “She came back to us like this after she saw you!”

Tig’s eyes went wide as he shook his head. “I didn’t do this.” He looked genuinely appalled at the accusation. “I’m, we’re not into that.”

“So these just magically appeared on her?” he held the woman’s arm up, showcasing the bruising that continued on the underside of it.

Tig winced at the sight. “You’re looking for someone else, man.”

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

Tig shrugged, holding his hands out in a small act of defeat. “Nothing else I can say. This wasn’t me.”

He could see it in the girl’s face that she must have tried to tell this guy all of this already. Tig honestly wouldn’t be surprised if a couple of those bruises were from the man who seemed to be so upset about her having any in the first place.

Knowing better, she still spoke up anyway, her voice sounding as small as she tried to make herself. “Jay, it’s—"

“Stop,” he cut her off, and she shrunk even more. He turned his attention back to Tig. “You put one of my best girls out of commission for who knows how long. Until all this shit fades out,” he gestured to the cuts and bruises, and Tig saw the way that she winced at the callous address of it all.

“I told you, I didn’t—”

“Shut up,” he pulled a gun from his own waistband and aimed it at Tig’s head. “You cost me. And now it’s going to cost you. You and your club.”

Tig let out a laugh, because quite frankly the man’s gall was amusing to a point. Clearly he’d been looking for any way to try and sink his claws into the club and he was going to try and use this as his opportunity to do it. “You think my club is gonna pay up any money because some scumbag put one of your whores out of commission?”

“You’re going to convince them.”

He barked out another laugh. “Not gonna happen, Jay.”

“It better. Or your girl is gonna have a real rough go of it.”

Tig’s face contorted in confusion. He nodded towards the woman who was still standing nervously just past the doorway. “She’s cute, she’s a good time, but she’s not my girl. You putting her out of commission for even longer is just gonna be a bigger problem for you, brother.”

It was Jay’s turn to laugh. “Oh, believe me, it’s not gonna be my problem.” He let go of the girl’s arm only to nudge her towards the door. “Go on. You don’t gotta see this.”

Apprehension was etched into her features, but she did as she was told. She spared an apologetic look back at Tig before shuffling out the door. The sad look in her eyes did nothing to quell Tig’s worry and confusion.

It got quiet again. The two men stood staring at each other, waiting for the other to do something. Tig found himself reaching for weapons that he no longer had, inwardly cursing himself for handing them over. He was halfway through strategizing how to get out, how to get his things back, when he heard more footsteps coming his way. These ones were heavier, definitely not the dainty heels of the poor girl that they’d just sent on her way. There were also multiple sets of footsteps this time. Tig found himself taking a small step back, trying to put a little more distance between himself and the door just in case.

Then the door opened wider. Another man materialized. He was a little shorter than Jay, but built much wider. He’d just have to stand in the fucking doorway to keep Tig from being able to get out through it.

He wasn’t Tig’s concern, though, not when he saw the state that you were in as the man dragged you into the door. Your feet were barely coming up off the ground, the toes of your boots scuffing the floor with every labored step.

Whatever had been done to the poor girl who worked for Jay, you’d gotten that treatment and then some. Something told Tig that you were in the state that you were in because you hadn’t said or done the things that those men wanted you to. That was perfectly on-par for you—you knew how to keep your mouth shut. It was usually how you stayed out of trouble. It had never left you so bloody before.

He tried and failed to keep a straight face as he refocused on the men behind you. “I don’t know what you think this is gonna do. Doesn’t change the fact that my club isn’t gonna do shit for you.”

You did your best to take a deep breath despite your stuffy nose and the gag in your mouth. The fabric that was strung through your mouth felt like it was regrettably becoming a part of you at this point. Your wrists tingled and burned from the restraints around them. Your whole body ached. If it hadn’t been for the man dragging you along, you would’ve crumbled to the ground a long time ago.

Despite your exhaustion, when Jay landed the first hit, cracking his fist against Tig’s jaw, you still let out a whimper. The man holding onto you tightened his grip on your arm to silently tell you to get it under control. You tried, but you still felt yourself cringing as each requisite blow landed.

You watched the exchanges between them, both verbal and physical. You knew that the clock was ticking and that before you knew it, the attention was going to be back on you. If just the sight of you bruised and bloody wasn’t enough to get Tig to break, they were going to try and wear him down a little more before doing more damage to you. It was going to be a long and painful back and forth.

Tig spit some of the blood from his mouth onto the floor. He looked at Jay, setting his shoulders back before saying, “You’re going to have to do better than that. Your girls have smacked me around better.”

“Better, huh?”

Jay’s breathing was labored, but he could work a gun just fine winded. He roughly grabbed your arm that the other man wasn’t holding onto, pulling you in front of him and using his free hand to grab his gun. He pressed the tip of it against the side of your head. You whimpered, tears leaking out onto your cheeks.

“This better?” he asked Tig.

Tig was doing his best to keep a straight face. You knew him well enough to see the panic in his eyes. “It’s not gonna sway the club.”

“It’ll sway you, though,” Jay argued, “and you can sway the club.”

“Not gonna happen.” He said it with a certainty that stung you a little bit. You knew it was coming, but you just wanted to be out of here and safe. The likelihood of that was getting less and less with each passing second.

Jay shrugged nonchalantly. “Last chance.”

He saw the way that Tig’s expression didn’t falter. Letting out a deep sigh before stepping back from you. You heard the click that you knew all too well and another whine, some sort of a plea came out muffled. It didn’t matter, though. Seconds later, there was a loud bang and you felt the tearing through your side. You screamed in pain against the gag in your mouth, body dropping to the floor as you succumbed to the pain and exhaustion. You fell to your knees, doubling over further so that your forearms were braced against the floor, still bound at your wrists.

It almost got Tig to buckle. He almost dropped down to hold, you, to try and stop the bleeding. But he couldn’t crack now. What little bit of self-restraint he still had was spent keeping his eyes trained on the man pointing the gun at you.

“Not gonna shoot your way through this one, man,” Tig said with a shake of his head, although the confidence wasn’t there like it had been before.

Jay heard it, too, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “You sure about that, Trager? I’d hate for your girl to bleed out on the floor here all because you didn’t want to talk to your club.”

“It’s not—”

Tig’s argument was cut short by the sound of another gunshot. You buckled beneath the impact, lying completely flat against the floor. You cried against the cloth in your mouth, tears cascading down your cheeks and eventually hitting the filthy floor beneath you. Blood was starting to pool around you, and the sight of that is what finally broke Tig. His body acted of its own accord as he dropped to his knees, immediately reaching for you, wanting to pull you close to try and help.

“Ah-ah,” Jay spoke up, pointing the gun right at your head even though his eyes were locked on Tig’s. “Give me a better answer, Trager. I can wait all day. Doesn’t look like she can, though.”

Tig looked down at you, unable to stomach the pleading look in your eyes as tears stained your bruised cheeks. If you had the strength, if your wrists hadn’t been bound, you would’ve reached for him to beg. You never asked him to choose between you and the club, because you knew where you were going to rank. But now that you were staring death in the face, you couldn’t help but to try and beg despite the fact that you couldn’t talk.

But then you saw it, the slight frown that tugged at his lips. Your heart sank in your chest. Your eyes fell shut, more tears slipping out as you tried to get right with the fact that this was it. Sobs wracked your body through the pain.

Even though it hadn’t been your intention, your painful acceptance of what was about to happen, kicked Tig into gear and got him to change his mind. He cleared his throat, holding his hands up in an act of surrender.

“Alright,” he sounded choked up, and that was new for everyone present, “alright. Just, just let me get her out of here.”

There was a sickly satisfied smile on Jay’s face as he lowered his gun. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Tig didn’t respond as he moved to loop your still-bound arms around his neck. He scooped you up, trying to move you as little as possible as he swiped up his things. They played their game well, knowing now that he wasn’t going to risk you dying in order to take them out. For the moment, Tig’s worry was you, but his mind was already turning with ideas and plans for revenge. This would all get brought to the table, but paying these assholes off was the last thing that was going to be discussed.

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