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babygorewhore · 4 months

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Scream for me

Eddie Munson x fem OC

Summery: Eddie Munson, a music major at college is secretly in love with Sammy, or as he calls her, Cobain. But he’s never gotten the chance to ask her out especially with a masked murderer roaming the streets of Hawkins. But he’ll find that the killer is much closer than he thinks.

AU-Scream Universe 🔪

WC. 6k.

This is a shared universe with my girl, Dolly @xxhellfirebunnyxx Our love for these movies and Stranger things inspired us to create our own characters for these fics. Please keep in mind these OCs have self inserted inspired looks but they are still readable. If you’re a scream fan, we’re sure you’ll appreciate the quotes. Eddie refers to her as Cobain. But her name is Sammy.

Warnings! 18plus! Violence! Details of murders! Character is killed off. Slight mention of deadbeat dad, Eddie is a perv. Male masterbation, hints at female masterbation, knife play, oral male recieving, degrading, spit, Dom Oc, sub Eddie, unprotected PnV

“I can’t believe Chrissy is dead, man.” Jonathan sighed as he adjusted his camera bag. Eddie gave him a side glance as they walked on the sidewalk to get to their next classes.

“Yeah, me either. It’s fucking insane.” Eddie answered, resisting the urge to look at his phone again. The images and news report of her corpse was the hot topic of Hawkins and the college.

This was the third murder of this killer stalking the streets. None of them were even connected until Chrissy.

His father and Jonathan’s father were murdered a year ago. A few weeks apart. He wished he could say either of them were sad about it. But they were all killed with a large hunting knife. Each more violent than the last. His uncle Wayne told him about the murder and Eddie attended the funeral. Barely feeling anything except relief. Jonathan was the same way. But he worried about Will’s state of mind.

Eddie and Jonathan started to part ways in the entry way of the building. “I’ll see you after class, Eddie.”

He sped walked to his music class, he was still in theory. Eddie wanted to erase how he used to be in high school. So he made sure to always be early.

After hours of theory, many notes and contemplating if he was even learning anything, it ended and he was free to hang out with his small circle of friends.

Well.

To hang out with her.

It was embarrassing really. How much he liked her. Eddie tried to always wear his nicest jeans and band shirts. Even if he was teased for being a simp by the asshole Harrington. Eddie breathed in the fresh air and made his way to the spot his friends claimed earlier in the semester. He chewed his lips in anticipation as he rounded the corner.

His breath caught in his throat and he almost dropped his bag. Eddie always felt like he got hit by a bus when he saw her. She was walking to the spot. Two benches next to the courtyard. He tried to smile normally. But he probably looked he was in a toothpaste commercial.

Samantha and her best friend Willow walked together arm and arm. But everyone called her Sammy and Willow was Bunny. But Eddie had his own name for her. Something no one else had.

“Hey, Cobain. Hey bunny.” He waved and they both did too.

Cobain’s clothes were always dark. Loose, comfortable sweaters, patterned pants or dresses. She always wore converse or combat boots. Her hair was bright pink and curly. Her curves filled out her current dark green sweater that reached her thigh. Her eyes coated in thick eyeliner.

Bunny was the opposite. Smaller in height and figure. Her white hair was long and she always wore light colors. Like an angel. She had big doe eyes that Jonathan was obsessed with. Bunny was Jonathan’s girl. She just didn’t know it yet.

Eddie called Sammy cobain because the first time he saw her, she wore a Nirvana shirt and she stood up to Jason when he asked her to name more than three songs in the courtyard when she was trying to find a spot to read.

But then the dick decided to get aggressive and Eddie scared him off. He was obsessed already when Sammy gave him a dimpled smile. “Uh. Thanks, Eddie.”

“How-you already-“

“Come on. Everyone knows the most metal guy in Corraded Coffin. I’ve come to a couple sets.”

He immediately fell in love with her. Eddie slung an arm around her shoulders, slouching down.

“Well, my lady. I certainly can’t tease you about Nirvana, Ms. Cobain. Not when she’s a fan.” She told him quietly her real name.

Eddie allowed both girls to sit before he did and he slumped beside Cobain. Her lips were coated in gloss. And it was sticking out of her bag. Their knees touched and he was getting warm. He kept glancing at her chest. It was rising and falling softly. He wanted to squeeze them and fuck-

“How are you ladies? Did you guys stay awake during class?” He tried to focus on her eyes but it was really fucking hard by the way she kept adjusting her silver heart necklace.

Bunny and Cobain snorted. “I tried not to freak out when I checked my phone.” She tucked a pink strand behind her ear and Bunny held her arm tighter.

“It’s so scary. This guy is getting crazy with killing people. I-I don’t ever want to be alone.”

“You girls don’t need to worry. You’re always together and besides. You have m-“

“Hey guys,” Eddie wanted to scream at the sound of Robins voice but both Bunny and Cobain grinned and ushered the rest of the group over.

Robin, her girlfriend Marina, Steve and Jonathan settled around.

Robin started babbling, “Another murder? This dude is officially considered a serial killer. And did you notice-“

“Fuck, Robin. Can we at least sit down before you start talking about the gross details?” Steve cut her off and earned a small glare from Marina.

“Nice seeing you guys,” Eddie moved over as Robin and Marina wedged themselves on either side of Cobain and then himself.

Both girls smiled at the other girls but Bunny gave Jonathan a shy wave as he sat next to Steve on the other bench.

“Go ahead, Robin.” Cobain told her. Fuck she was always so nice.

“Thank you, Sammy. Did you notice how Chrissy is the only victim who’s not directly related to anyone in this group? Like the pattern that connected the killings is also separating them?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that either. Is there a point in there?” Steve called out and crossed his arms. Eddie rolled his eyes. King Steve involved in a conversation that wasn’t about him must have been painful.

“I’m saying that it’s probably a distraction! I mean imagine how strong you have to be to slice and gut somebody!” Cobain and Bunny cringed. Eddie had the urge to cover her ears.

“God-how do you…gut someone?” Cobain asked and glanced at Eddie.

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Steve answered with a smirk.

“Hey, it’s called tact you fuck rag.” Eddie interrupted. Deciding to throw a dig at him, he added. “Didn’t you use to date Chrissy?”

“Yeah, for like two seconds. She wasn’t crazy like that at first.” Steve always shoved back.

“Didn’t she dump you for a chance at Jason?” Marina added while Robin held her leg.

“Oh, I didn’t hear about that.” Eddie challenged.

“She’s full of shit. I only decided to pop in because with all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew. So in a couple days I’m throwing a party. Bring a lot of booze and whatever.”

“Are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Robin adjusted in her spot, throwing her arm around Marina and Bunny.

“What? Are you saying I killed her?” Steve scoffed and adjusted his stupid hair.

“It would make a lot of sense actually.”

“No, he couldn’t have. It would take a strong man to do something like that that.” Cobain’s response made everyone laugh.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off her in that moment, her dimples and her pink hair falling around her shoulders. As the laughter died down, he noticed in her open bag that she had a variety of pens. Without thinking, he was quick to snatch one. Just one so it wouldn’t be noticed.

Eddie fucking wished he could say it was the only thing he stole from her. “Eddie, do you mind giving me a ride home? Bunny has plans with Jonathan.” Cobain turned to face him head on and Eddie couldn’t help but almost choke.

“It’s okay if you can’t-“ Cobain went to say but he shook his head.

“No! No! I’d love to! My chariot waits for you mlady. And I assure to Bunny she will arrive safely later as I assume you will be having a sleepover?”

“Thank you, Eddie. I know that you’re usually at band practice but-“

He went to tell her that he would lay in traffic for her but then she laid her head on his shoulder. Granted it was only three seconds. Eddie instinctively went to wrap his arm around her but she stood up. Giving Bunny a quick squeeze.

“I’m ready when you are, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to think of rational reasons to tell her why his seat would look slightly damp or why he would have to quickly shove a pile into a corner. Which would include…pens…a pair of underwear he stole…a bra and he was almost ashamed of it but there was also a guitar pick that she touched.

“Uh, just one second, Cobain, let me do something real quick.” Eddie ripped open the backseat of his car and swept all his stolen shit to the corner and quickly stood tall.

She was glancing at the window and he circled around the car. Opening the passenger seat. “Here you go,” Eddie knew he needed to dial it back as she ducked her pink head down and climbed into the car.

“Pull it together, Munson.” He whispered to himself before getting in on his side.

Eddie automatically went to press the power button for music before he stopped. No, he wanted to talk to her. Not listen-

“Hey, uh, Eddie, it’s okay if you wanna play music. We don’t have to talk-“

“No, no, no,no, it’s not everyday I get to take home my favorite Sammy Bear.” He winced a little. Okay, calm down. It’s not the first time he had taken her home but he rarely ever had her alone.

He started cruising down the streets of Hawkins, hyper aware of every move she made in the seat and the rumble of their casual conversation. Every move she made was fucking hot. The way her legs were slightly parted and she tapped her fingers on her thighs. Eddie wanted to just ask her out. Like a normal person. But she was out of his league. By a lot.

He was just some freak who manage to finally graduate and decent enough grades to pass enough to get into college. Eddie was proud, it was more than his dad ever said he was capable of. But he was a bit older than the rest and he didn’t have as nice of a car and he had to live in a dorm. And work part time at a body shop. Eddie gritted at the thought but he wasn’t like fucking King Steve who had everything handed to him.

Cobain was an English student. An honor student who tutored, volunteered, led the book club and even helped the music classes when they had to go to the auditorium. The short girl would help them with equipment. She wasn’t from the trailer park and she would never look at him that way-

“I’m so nervous about all these killings, Eddie. I mean…I know Chrissy was like-“

“A bitch?” Eddie finished, glancing at her and his pants tightened at the new attention she was giving him.

“Eh, yeah. But I’m just worried about what’s gonna happen. Steve’s throwing that party but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go.” Cobain twirled the end of one of her curls.

“You’re gonna sit this one out?” He asked.

“No, Bunny really wants to go and I do too. I’m just scared that’s all. God, I’m really rambling aren’t I?”

“It’s fine! P-please keep rambling!” Eddie cleared his throat. He was getting closer to her house. “I’m glad you asked me for a ride, I feel like we don’t really get to talk that much. Which, of course we’re in different classes, but you’re so cool-“

“No, I’m glad you could. I like being around you.” Eddie almost stopped steering. She said what? He was so dirty. All those times…he rushed home, holding one of those fucking pens in his hand and jerked off so hard it hurt. Spilling all over it. Which brought him to the second reality. The other time he had been at her house, he pretended he needed to go to the bathroom and snuck into her room.

He didn’t have time to admire it-he couldn’t even tell you what color her bedding was but he was digging in her drawers like a madman and he pocketed a pair of black panties and a pink bra was inside his shirt when he rushed back downstairs.

And he had to drive normally in her driveway. But he couldn’t get over what she said. Cobain…liked being around him? “

“Hey Eddie, I know this may be a weird question, but I’m dying to know. Do you have any music recs? I need something new to get me through studying. Mr. Hopper is killing me with all the essays-do you mind if you text me your Spotify?”

Eddie’s heart stopped. “Uh-absolutely! Here!” He too quickly snatched her extended phone with the skull phone case and dialed his number. He was going to pass out. His fingers were over her phone, something she touched constantly.

He handed it back, brushing against her warm digits.

“Thanks so much, Eddie. I hope I won’t annoy you with updates on my opinions.” Cobain smiled.

“You could never annoy me, Cobain. Besides, any opportunity I have to branch you out, it’s my pleasure.”

She got out the car then, waving goodbye and Eddie like a dumbass hesitated too long and returned the gesture when she turned her back.

Eddie couldn’t get home faster, he probably slammed his breaks way too hard as he raced into his dorm. He pried his jeans off, boxers not even halfway down his thighs before he crashed down on his mattress. His hand still felt tingly from touching hers as he started stroking his precum leaking cock with that hand.

His hard dick twitched as he thought about how it would have felt like to pound her into a crying mess against the seat. Cover the seats in cum and mark her as his. All he fucking want was her. His little Cobain.

Giving her his number? Asking for music recommendations? His knuckles were growing wetter, his forehead dampening as he grew closer. He couldn’t even last as he thought about pulling her pretty pink hair.

“Fuck-“ His core released a flood over his hand, sheets and his barely removed boxers. He panted heavily as he pulled his hand away from his dick.

Eddie imagined it was her not his own palm. Hers were smaller than his but they would be like heaven on his cock.

He sloppily cleaned himself with the fabric of his boxers when his cellphone pinged. Eddie nearly dropped his device as he quickly unlocked to see if Cobain was calling him already.

But it was an unknown number.

He hesitated but figured it may be a student who got his number from his professor.

“Hello?” He still sounded out of breath.

“Hellooo, Edward.” What the fuck? Eddie shot up from laying down. The voice was altered and male. Well…it was just weird.

“Uh, yeah? Who’s this?”

“Me? I’m just a passerby. Someone who’s interested in watching people. Do you like watching people, Eddie?” Oh Jesus H Christ.

“Oh my fucking god. Are you the killer? Fuck no.” He hung up. Eddie scrambled to get his pants, when his phone rang. Again. And again.

He grabbed his phone, slamming it to his ear. “WHAT?”

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me again, you fucking perv. Or I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?” He choked on his spit.

“W-who-“

“Aw, Eddie. What’s wrong? Are you surprised I know your dirty little secret? You shouldn’t be. I mean-its a little…stalker much isn’t it?”

“Me? A stalker? You’re the one going around killing people, you piece of shit.” Eddie grit out, shoving around his clothing and other things to make sure there weren’t any cameras.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re not glad those people are gone, Eddie. If they weren’t, your little girlfriend wouldn’t have…taken a ride.” He stopped short. Gripping his phone tighter.

“If you hurt her-I swear I’m going-“

“How sweet. Willing to fight for a girl you’re too scared to ask out. Mmm, Eddie. Maybe someone else will do it for you and you can take action.”

“Like what?! Kill someone?”

“It’s just good old fashioned revenge.”

The killer hung up and Eddie shuddered. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck is this killer? And how did they know all of this?

“I can’t believe he called you.” Cobain whispered as he walked with her after class. “Are you okay? He threatened you.” She wrapped her hand around his sweatshirt covered bicep.

Eddie sucked in a breath as he recalled the way he came from just the touch of her hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little freaked out is all. He’s not gonna fucking do anything.”

“Do you know anyone else who’s gotten a call?” She held onto him still as they strolled outside. No doubt going to part ways.

It was on the tip of his tongue to see if she would let him take her tonight. But she always went with Bunny.

“Yeah. Jonathan did. Threatening and everything.” Eddie grit between his teeth. “He hasn’t called you or anything yet right?”

She didn’t answer and he swung around. Hands finding her shoulders. Her big eyes were glassy. Pink curls falling across her forehead. Eddie pushed them away with his fingers. “Cobain. Did he call you?”

She audibly swallowed and pulled out her phone. “He didn’t call me. But he’s been…texting me. At least I think it’s him.” He snatched her phone, panic and anger rising.

He scowled at the disgusting messages.

“I’ll slit that slutty neck of yours.”

“You stop talking to me and I’ll kill everyone you love. And then finish you off.”

“Maybe if I chop off those hands of yours you’ll-“ Eddie stopped short at reading out loud when Cobain realized the rest of that sentence. She took her phone back quickly.

Eddie knew it was such bad timing. The rest of the text talked about how she made herself cum. Yesterday. He imagined her small fingers circling her swollen clit before creamy wetness dripped out of her sweet pussy. If he wasn’t with her right now he would go to her bedroom and steal another pair of panties. But then he snapped out of it. She was scared.

“It’s so awful, Eddie. What if he hurts me?” Tears pricked her eyes and he took a risk and hugged her. Resting his head on hers. His hand rubbed her back, feeling the fabric of her black sweater.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you, Cobain. You know that? Maybe you-shouldn’t be alone? I can take you home again?” He was itching to confess.

“Oh, Eddie. You’re so sweet to me.” She pulled back, eyeliner slightly smudged. “but Bunny and I are always together. But…maybe we can hang out at the party? I mean besides. Tonight I have to tell you what I thought about music.”

Oh god he was going to pass out. Right there on the side walk. “Are you-do you want to-“

“I don’t wanna move too fast. I think I’m still a little traumatized by the high school incident.” She chuckled.

Eddie was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. This was almost a date. Almost. But. “High school incident?”

Sammy shrugged. “It’s a crazy story.”

Eddie nudged her with his boot against her converse shoe.

“I like crazy stories.”

She sighed and shifted on her feet. He loved her green trap pants as she fidgeted with the pockets. “Chrissy and I used to be-I guess enemies? For some reason she made my life hell. She made fun of how I dressed, my grades and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Well, finally I told her off when she dumped her lunch on me. And to get me back-“ She clenched her jaw. “She told everyone that her boyfriend cheated on her. With me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. How did he not know this? He wasn’t surprised though. Cobain hated drama and confrontation. He felt even more protective of her. “Hey. It’s okay. If you want to take time-just hang out more then I’m more than okay with that, Cobain. But I really like you. And I have for a while. I just didn’t want to make you feel-weird.”

Cobain leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He saw stars and stopped breathing from her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her but both of their phones buzzed loudly. Like an alarm.

He pulled out his phone.

“Attention students. Classes will be suspended until further notice due to lasts nights crime. Please be aware of any updates. Stay safe and stay with others.”

Another murder? He frowned. No one heard anything. “Someone else was killed.”

Cobain shivered and apparently read the news article. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh god…Eddie. It’s Nancy.” She whispered. “She was-brutally killed. Stabbed so many times. Just like Chrissy. And they-they have a name for this guy.” She looked up. “They’re calling him Ghostface.”

“Of course. Giving this son of a bitch some title. Like he’s famous. Maybe the party-maybe Steve will cancel.”

“I doubt it. As if he stop one of his parties. And besides. Everyone being together in one place is a good idea. I have to go find Bunny. I know she’s probably so scared.”

“Okay, yeah. Of course. I’ll see you tonight, Cobain.” Cobain gave him a smile before she sped walked ahead.

Eddie exhaled. A whirlwind happened. Murder. A almost date. And now…what?

Steve knew how to throw parties, one of is common bragging points as Eddie pulled into an open space on the street across the house. Music blared from inside and it was some hip hop playlist that he dreaded listening to. But really he was going for Cobain. He searched for any sign of her car or bunny’s. Jonathan was here already.

Eddie closed his car door with hip as he walked up to the door holding two cases of beer and he waited for someone to open the door. The man of the hour swung it open, Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “My man. Join us. Fucking perfect, you brought more booze.” He was already slightly slurring.

Eddie forced himself to do an attempted smile as Steve snatched the cases and marched into the kitchen. “Who wants more?” Cheers sounded from the too crowded house.

He didn’t give a fuck about that, right now he needed to find her. Eddie wore a nirvana shirt and his dark jeans. He wanted to show up in something only they understood. Eddie walked into the living room, no sign of her either.

“Hey! Eddie! Come join us!” He turned to see Robin and Marina sitting on the couch. Her girlfriend sitting on her lap. “We’re having a really important discussion. Oh hey, Sammy!”

He whipped around, his boots clinging to the carpet and he almost fell like a fucking idiot.

Cobain was wearing a three quarter sleeve dark brown oversized sweater. Showing off her rose wrist tattoo, thorn thumb tattoo and her matching butterflies with Bunny. Her legs were covered with ripped tights and her converse. He walked over to her and smiled. She did too. He slightly narrowed his eyes at a small red spot on the corner of her makeup covered eye. But he quickly forgot.

“Hey, Cobain, can-I get you-I mean can I get you a beer?” He cleared his throat to try and cover up his stuttering but she was so pretty.

“Yeah, I’d love that thank you.” She winked. “I’m gonna sit over there, I’ll save you a spot.” He blinked a few times at her slightly bolder voice.

“Uh yeah. That would be good.” She raised up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Eddie’s eyes widened as she brushed past him as she made her way to the couch. He assumed Jonathan was with bunny as he sped walked to the couch. Wanting to get back to his girl.

But he saw Bunny whispering in Steve’s ear. Steve was smirking as she twirled her hair. Eddie frowned. But he minded his business as he got two bottles and came back to where the group was. Cobain was sitting on a loveseat and padded a place next to her. He probably walked too quickly and almost dropped the glass bottles and he clumsily plopped next to her. Their legs pressed close together.

He decided to try and be bold with his hand but she beat him to it. Her palm brushed against his knee. She looked at him with her doe eyes and long lashes. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah of course. I-I like it.” He was so excited as he twisted the caps off. “For you, Cobain.”

“Okay, okay enough of the lovey dovey shit!” Robin interrupted and stood up. “Except for you, Cherry.” She dipped down to kiss Marinas lips before shooting up and frantically waving around her half empty beer. “Listen. If we’re gonna survive this spree of this psycho. We need to understand the rules.”

“Rules? At a party?” Steve proudly puffed his chest as he stepped in the living room. “That’s the last thing on my mind, Robs.” She scoffed and flipped him off.

“Yes rules, Dingus. The first one, you can NEVER have sex!” Everyone booed and laughed. Cobain and Eddie glanced at each other, and she squeezed his knee tighter. He set his ring covered palm on top of hers and traced the tattoo with his thumb.

“I think you’re a little late for that,” Steve smirked.

“Number two! You can never drink or do drugs!” Then everyone laughed harder, including Eddie himself as he raised his beer and remembered the weed kept in an extremely secret stash in his car.

Cobain started chugging her drink and Eddie started flushing. Something was different about her tonight. His shy little Cobain was getting out of her shell and he wanted to fucking kiss her so badly. Her throat gulped and he wanted to suck on her skin. Leave marks of his territory. If they weren’t in front of people-

She started to rise, her hand running against a strand of his messy waves. He opened his mouth to protest but Robin continued.

“And third! Never, ever under any circumstances say I’ll be right back. Because you won’t be back.”

Cobain turned at the edge of the door leading to the garage, “I’m getting another beer, you want one?”

Robin absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Cobain stuck out her arms, “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”

Eddie burst out laughing as Robin gasped. But a part of him sunk because he felt like she kept disappearing. But he wasn’t going to pout. He was going to wait for her. Like he promised himself he would. He glanced down after feeling his phone buzz. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t his uncle needing something. But he choked when he saw an unknown number.

“Looks like you’re going to break a rule, perverted little bitch.”

It was almost too easy as Sammy silently slipped on the gown and met her best friend in the garage. She smirked as she hid in the corner of behind the door. Bunny was in her robe, after leaving a shit scared Steve locked in the bedroom. Forbidding him to scream. Jason was coming; one of the men who bullied them. Tormented Sammy. He would pay the price. Revenge was very sweet.

The door opened, and they nodded at each other. Signaling the start of their conquest.

Jason was rummaging through the fridge, getting an arm full of beers wearing his jersey he refused to part with. His sneakers squeaked as he turned around. But Bunny was standing in front of the door.

“Shit, Jesus. That’s not fucking funny, Steve.” Jason snarled. Trying to move past but she grabbed his arm. Tightly.

“Oh? You wanna be like the psycho killer out there? Some little copy cat? You’re too small to be Harrington…I bet your Robins little girlfriend.” Bunny pulled out her hunting knife, and held it up. Waving it back and forth.

“You want me to be your helpless victim? Please, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I really want to fuck a little Bunny.”

Then she shoved him and Sammy ran out of her hiding place and locked her arm around Jason’s neck. He flailed and he was strong. Really strong but they both practiced enough time to overpower men. “Kill this motherfucker.” Sammy growled.

They both slammed their knives on either side of his neck. He sank as they yanked out their blades, took their sleeves and wiped the knife.

“Another one down.” Bunny kicked off her costume, kicking it in the corner and Sammy decided to leave hers on. Give Eddie a little scare.

“Fuck, that one was fun. He didn’t even have a chance. But we gotta go, I’m sure those little pervs are waiting for us.”

Bunny went back up the stairs, putting back her soft act and exited the garage. Sammy opened the metal door and snuck outside. But she wasn’t alone when one of the guests started to scream. She let out an exhale before she started chasing after them.

Her past with track paid off as she lodged the knife into guys shoulder before ripping it out. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to cause chaos.

Sammy stopped as he started screaming inside the house, yelling that Ghostface was outside. She heard more yelling, and she quickly ducked behind a bush. She pulled off one glove and called Eddie.

“Cobain, Jesus Christ, where are you? That fucking Ghostface is here!”

“I’m so scared, Eddie! I was in the garage and I saw Jason was dead!”

“Is that where you are? I’ll find you,” Eddie voice was almost muffled by the crowd.

“I can sneak past the side door, and meet me upstairs.” She hung up and got back inside the house.

It was nearly empty as she saw Eddie holding his phone to his ear in the kitchen. His eyes widened and he took off. Sammy almost cackled as she followed him, knife raised as she chased him up the stairs, she had memorized the house enough to know a guest room was to their right as he shoved open the door.

She managed to reach him and grab his hair, fingers locking around his curls and she turned him around quickly, pushing him against the wall, blade pointed to his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie was squirming and likely trying to think of a way to get around her.

Sammy started then laughing. “Oh, Eddie.” His face immediately paled and he went slack.

“C-Cobain?” His eyes were wide as she slowly pulled off her mask, blood still damp on her gloves as she continued smiling at him.

“Surpriseeee, Eddie.”

“No, no, this isn’t possible. This has to be some fucked up joke. You’d never hurt-“ Sammy held the knife to his neck, causing him to gasp. His pale skin flushing.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Eddie, you’re so hot when you’re scared, pretty boy.”

“You’ve killed people, this is crazy! What- why did you do it?” Eddie was trying to regain his voice but his movements stalled when she pressed a little harder, her other arm reached up to settle on the side of his head.

“You want a motive? Is that it? Who says I have one?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Maybe it was just fun…”

“No, it can’t be that. There has to be a reason.”

“Maybe all those fucking shitty people had it coming. They all deserved it. Every. Single. One. We just got revenge. What everyone is too scared to do.” Sammy started nodding her head. “Is that motive enough for you?”

She looked down at his pants, he was hard. “Dirty boy, you like this. Being under my mercy, don’t you? Just like when you take my stuff. Cum around it.” His brown eyes widened. “Oh yeah, I know all about it. Maybe I left it out for that exact reason.”

She slid her free hand down his chest, he shivered as her blood stained glove left a trail. “You like this…you want it, don't you?”

“I can’t- it’s not right-“ She smacked his dick with the knife. Enough pressure to get his attention but it wouldn’t hurt. She pulled the glove off.

“Don’t lie to me, it’s pathetic.” She whispered and leaned in closer, hovering over his mouth. “Hmm? You gonna make me do all the work?”

Eddie lost control when he smashed his lips to hers, apparently losing all morals as they were nothing but teeth and tongues devouring each other. His hands locked around her hips as she ground them against his dick.

Sammy then grabbed his neck and turned him. She landed on top of him on the perfectly made bed as she slit the knife through the material of his shirt, exposing his fit torso. He moaned as she traced his stomach then v line with the tip of the blade. It glimmered underneath the poor lighting.

“Dirty slut, you want me to ride you? You want to make me cum? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Fuck, please. Please, fuck me. I need you,” She cut him off by kissing him with bruising force and bit his lower lip. He opened his mouth and she took the opportunity to spit inside as she started slightly bouncing. Still with their clothes on.

Sammy started sucking his neck, leaving purple marks before moving down his chest. Making her way down his hips above his jeans. She tossed the knife on the floor as she pulled off his pants and boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. “Is this all for me?” She smeared it with her thumb as he rapidly nodded.

“Yeah, I need it-“

Sammy wasted no time getting on her knees on the floor, her own pussy soaking through her panties as she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of his dick. Eddie moaned louder, an almost animalistic sound from his chest as his hand flew to her pink hair.

Her tongue messily lapped the sides of his cock before she massaged his balls and returned to sucking. She breathed through her nose as she bobbed her head. Her mouth was growing wetter as he grew close. He was going to cum already. Sammy gagged as he thrusted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

He spilled into her mouth and she pulled back, wiping her chin as she crawled on top of him again. Straddling his naked hips. Eddie was panting as he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her again.

His breathing was pornographic as Sammy shimmied out of her shorts and tights, she wasn’t wearing underwear as her cunt clenched around nothing. “You want me to fuck you?” She baited him against his lips.

“God, yes. Ride me, I’m begging you.” He was almost on the brink of tears as she guided his cock to her pussy and sank down.

She was stretched and then filled up as she groaned. Her hands on his shoulders as she started bouncing. Eddie’s palm went around her throat and she allowed him. Poor pretty boy needed something to brag about. The headboard slammed against the wall and she was growing close. The adrenaline of killing and fucking Eddie Munson was enough to make her cum. His thumb rubbed her clit, speeding up the climax.

It hit her like lighting and she shuddered, her forehead pressed against his. Sweat dampening her skin. She began to move again, knowing he didn’t cum the second time but he stilled her.

“No, I can- I can wait. That was about you.” He whispered.

She gave him a smirk and then grabbed his jaw, her post orgasm trembling making it sloppy. “Good. Because now, I’m going to make you scream for me.”

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We’re All A Little Mad Sometimes

Jonathan Byers x Fem!OC

Summary: Bunny is the girl of Jonathan’s dreams. With a masked killer on the loose he would do anything to protect her. She’s sweet, beautiful, and has a heart of gold. But things aren’t always as they seem… WK: 8.1k(oops)

This is a collab with @babygorewhore you can read her part about Eddie and her OC Sammy here.

Warnings: This is a scream AU so there will be descriptions of murder, violence, Jonathan is a perv(he thinks she doesn’t know but she does), mentions of male masturbation, slight jealous!jonathan, mentions of Bunny & king!steve in the past(she scares the shit out of him but doesn’t kill him), sub!Jonathan, Dom!Reader, blow job, unprotected sex. I thiiiink that’s it? Pls lmk if I missed any! Divider is @saradika-graphics

Jonathan walked shoulder to shoulder with Eddie down the hall, discussing the recent murder of Hawkin’s community’s head cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham. The gruesome images of the small blonde haunted the minds of everyone who had the misfortune of seeing them. She was killed with a large hunting knife, multiple stab wounds littering her body. The police wouldn’t have connected it to the murders of him and Eddie’s fathers if it wasn’t for the exact nature of the kill being the same, down to the murder weapon.

A little over a year ago, only a few nights apart Lonnie Byers and Al Munson were murdered in cold blood with a hunting knife, “overkill” they called it. He and Eddie would both be lying if they said they were sad, they should’ve been scared that they would come for them next, but if anything, they just felt relief.

Him and Eddie parted ways, and he made his way to his photography class. His favorite class and not just because it was his favorite subject, but because this was the class he shared with her. Willow. The girl he couldn’t keep his mind off of. He walked eagerly into the classroom, his eyes landing on her immediately.

She was beautiful, her long blonde hair always looked so soft against her caramel skin, her pink mini skirts and chunky Mary Jane’s, those big brown eyes and pouty lips. He would do anything she asked and all she had to do was look at him. When she would put her small manicured hands on his forearm and look up at him sweetly, he felt like he could melt where he stood. Maybe he should feel pathetic, but he can’t find it in himself to care when she looks at him like that. Not when she was an angel on earth.

He walked over to their shared table, pulling out the stool next to hers and putting his bag down. He was lucky enough to be assigned her seat partner at the beginning of the year, and even luckier that they got paired up to do their next project together.

“Hey Jonathan! It’s nice to see you.” Her voice sounds like sugar, the smile on her face just as sweet.

“Hey Bunny, it’s nice to see you too. Especially with everything that’s going. I’m uh - glad you're safe.” Bunny was a nickname, one he was proud to have given her. It stuck, and now everyone in their group called her that. He didn’t mind really, but ultimately she was his bunny, he gave her the nickname.

“Oh yeah I know! Isn’t it just awful? I can’t believe someone would do something like that. The pictures made my skin crawl.” Her big eyes were wide, her lips set into a pouty frown. Jonathan wanted to protect her, he never wanted her to not feel safe.

“Yeah, it’s really awful… You don’t have to be scared though I’ll pro-“

“Alright class!! Everybody remember who you’re not partnered with?”

“Yes! You ready to get to brainstorming, Jonny bear?”

Jonathan forgot what he was even going to say, her sweet nickname and the teacher's interruption turning his brain to mush. He spends the rest of class bouncing ideas back and forth with Bunny and tries his hardest not to gawk at her but fails on multiple occasions. It didn’t help that she was always touching him in some way or another.

When the bell rings, Bunny grabs her things and waves to him, letting him know she’s going to go find Sammy and that she will see him in the group spot in a bit. He stares after her, her little skirt swishing back and forth with the swing of her hips, the bows in her hair trailing behind her and her shiny black shoes squeak against the classroom's linoleum floor.

Jonathan gathered his things and sighed, his mind filled with nothing but all things Bunny. He thought of her soft skin and how it would feel against his fingers as he walked down the hall. He thought of her silky hair, the way he caught a whiff of strawberries every time she whipped her head around. He imagined her plush lips pressed against his own, he knew the sticky pink gloss she always wears would rub off on him. He desperately wanted to know what it tasted like.

When he reaches the courtyard his breath catches in his throat. Bunny was sitting with Sammy by her side. It was rare to see one without the other. They were the dynamic duo, everybody knew that. Sammy’s style was much different from Willow’s, she gravitated more towards dark colors. Her bright pink curls and combat boots are a stark contrast to her best friend’s frilly socks and pastel pinks. Yet they complimented each other so well, like yin and yang. Her brow was furrowed and her small hand was grasping Sammy’s sweater covered arm while they talked to Eddie. She looked upset and he immediately wanted to do anything and everything to see her smile again.

“Hey man, you just gonna stand there with your jaw hanging open all afternoon or are you gonna go talk to her?” Steve came up behind him, his large hand grabbing onto his shoulder and shaking him slightly.

“I wasn’t… staring. I just… got distracted, is all.” Jonathan shakes Steve’s hand off of him, sending him a glare.

“Oh dude, you were totally staring! I don’t get why you don’t just ask her out, she’s clearly into you.”

Robin stood next to Steve, rolling her eyes with a smile spread across her lips. Her and Steve were constantly teasing him about her. It drove him insane, because he knew they were right. He should just ask her out. But she was just so beautiful, her and Steve’s dad were business partners so she never had to want for anything growing up. He also knows her and Steve have… history. He knows they were friends with benefits for a while and he knows that Steve wanted more than that but she turned him down. If she didn’t want someone like Steve why would she want someone like him.

He didn’t come from anything, he wasn’t athletic or classically handsome like Steve was. He probably wouldn’t ever make a lot of money, wanting to choose his passion over his salary. Steve was a business major with a job lined up for him when he graduated. Steve was on the basketball team, the swim team, he threw huge parties and fucked around with different girls every weekend. Jonathan was a loser virgin who spent his weekends smoking weed in his dorm with Eddie Munson while they played Dark Souls.

“Better snatch her up, before someone else does.” Steve winked at him before walking towards the table, his stupidly perfect hair somehow looking like it was glowing in the sunlight. He didn’t mind as much when Robin teased him but when it came from Steve it made his blood boil.

“Don’t listen to him Jonny, like Robin said, she’s totally into you.” Robin’s girlfriend, Marina smiled sweetly at him, tilting her head towards the table as Robin pulled her along by the hand.

He took a deep breath, thanking whatever god is out there that Steve didn’t take the spot next to her. He slid onto the bench, his senses immediately being flooded with sweet strawberry goodness. His heart rate picked up when she smiled at him.

“Hey Jonny bear, we were just talking about how scary all of this is…” Her lips were set into a pout, that same crease between her eyebrows he saw from afar that he wanted to rub out with his thumb.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucked, huh? Like I know none of us were Chrissy’s biggest fan but I don’t think she deserved to die like that.”

“I’ve been thinking about those photos all morning… I can’t help but think about if that happened to me. You don’t think this guy has like… a type do you?” Her large brown eyes were filled with panic, her bottom lip squeezed between her teeth.

“I don’t think so, because before this it was me and Eddie’s dads, there doesn’t seem to be a specific pattern anymore. You’ll be okay… I promise l - I’ll keep you safe.” He smiled sweetly at her, forcing himself to be brave enough to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks bear…” She returned his smile with one of her own, her thumb gently stroking his hand.

“I-“

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Bunny’s hand drops from his, her head whipping towards Steve with her mouth hanging open. That crease between her brows returned and it made him want to smack Steve.

“Didn’t you and Chrissy used to date?” Eddie has a smirk on his face directed towards Steve.

“Yeah dude for like two seconds, and if you wanna call what her and I did “dating” then I guess me and Willie “dated” too, and look at her she’s perfectly alive and well.” Jonathan scoffed, Steve’s words, feeling like a knife in his heart. He knew they fucked, but he hated being reminded that it happened.

“Hey.” He was snapped from his thoughts at the sound of her sweet voice, her soft hand landing on his Jean covered thigh, causing him to gulp. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just being a fucking idiot. You still wanna work on our project today?”

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled at her, his cheeks tinted pink. What did she mean don’t listen to him? Is she reassuring him because she likes him? He really fucking hopes so. “You still want me to drive us there?”

“Yeah totally! I’m really excited! I think we will have the most unique topic honestly. Who else is going to think to depict the different types of gravestones depending on the time period?” He loves the way her eyes light up when she talks about things she’s excited about. He never would’ve thought this sweet girl with bows in her hair would ask him to take her to the Hawkins cemetery of all places. She was always surprising him in the best ways.

“With all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew in a few days, so I’m throwing a party this weekend. You idiots are all invited.” Steve tapped his hands on the table, making sure to wink at Willow before he got up and walked off. Jonathan scoffed, anytime he felt like he was getting somewhere with her it was like his confidence was knocked down all over again.

“Don’t let him get to you Jonny, he’s not worth the energy. You wanna get going? If we leave right now we can get there before dusk! That way we can still get some natural light photos!” She clapped her hands together excitedly and Jonathan tried not to look at the way her boobs giggled in her tank top, he really did, but he just couldn’t help himself around her.

“Yeah uh - yeah, let’s go, Bunny”

Jonathan watched in awe as Willow weaved through the various headstones pointing out different shapes and sizes. He was actually really surprised with her knowledge on the topic, when he asked her if she had been doing research for their project she shook her head and said it was just something that had “always interested her” which just made her even more interesting to him.

“Jonathan! Look at this one, like I was telling you earlier doves were a very prevalent image on headstones in the mid 1700s! Oh! And that one over there, see how it just looks like a rock that someone carved into? That’s because before the 1600s they didn’t have professional gravestone carvers, so they didn’t start making them more decorative until then!”

Her eyes sparkled, the excited tone of her voice warming every inch of his heart. She was just so cute. Talking about the history of gravestones all clad in pink and white. He wanted to kiss her so badly. He watched her bend forward to brush leaves and grass off a stone by her feet. The heat that was previously residing in his heart rushed to his cock in a matter of seconds, her little pink skirt rode up her hips, showcasing her white panties that had little pink bunnies all over them… his breath caught in his throat as he held in a groan. It wasn’t the first time he had caught a glance up her skirt, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

He wished he could say it was the first time he grabbed the camera that was around his neck, raising it to his eye. He quickly snapped a photo of her from behind, turning the lense slightly over her shoulder before she could turn around.

“Did you get a good one?” She turned towards him with a smile on her face.

“Huh?” He looked at her dumbfounded, did she know?

“Of that stone over there? Did you get a good picture of it?”

“Oh! Yeah! I think so, I’m gonna take one more, just to be sure.” He smiled sweetly at her, snapping a ‘second’ photo of the stone she was standing close to.

“Aw shit! My battery just died.” Bunny huffed as her camera beeped in her hands. “Can I use yours real quick? I was trying to get this shot and I’m scared that if I move I’ll lose it.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” Jonathan hands her his camera with a smile. His heart rate picks up when she takes it and their hands brush. Not just from her touch, but also from anxiety. He was really hoping she wouldn’t ask to use his camera. Earlier that morning he was sitting in his car before class, going through his photos and when he was scrolling he saw one he took of her a few days prior.

She was walking up the stairs a few steps above him and he had the perfect view of her panties, he just couldn’t help himself. He also couldn’t help himself when he pulled his hard cock from his jeans and started jerking off in his passenger seat with his camera gripped in his hands. When he came it was sudden, and way quicker than he expected so it shot onto the screen and the strap of his camera. It came off the screen easily, but the strap? Not so much. The more he tried to get it off the more it seemed to spread, so he ended up giving up. It had mostly dried since then but it was still a little tacky and he just prayed she wouldn’t notice.

“This is kinda sticky…” His heart immediately stopped beating in his chest as he watched her fingers stick and unstick from the strap. Part of him was terrified of her reaction but part of him was so turned on at the thought of her touching his cum that he wasn’t sure if he cared anymore or not.

“Oh shit, yeah, I’m sorry. I meant to tell you before I handed it to you, I spilled juice on my desk this morning and it got on the strap, I tried to get it off but it just kept spreading around. I’m gonna have to get a new one tomorrow.” He scratched the back of his head, nervously biting his lip.

“Juice?” She raised her eyebrow, her eyes traveling from the strap to his and back down to the strap, her fingers touching it experimentally. “What kind?”

“What kind? Uh - Orange. Yeah, it was orange juice.”

“Orange juice? That’s my favorite…” Her brown eyes twinkle and she holds eye contact with him as she lets her tongue slip from between her plush lips, trailing it along the length of the strap with a moan. She licks her lips and smiles at him. “Mmm… tastes so good.”

Jonathan’s jaw drops, his cock feels like it’s going to explode in his jeans, his mind doesn’t even feel like it’s properly computing what just happened. She just licked his cum, and she liked the taste. Did she know? He genuinely doesn’t even know how to respond, and she either knows that or doesn’t seem to be aware of the effect she just had because she just shrugs and puts the strap over her head. She brings the camera to her face, capturing the shot she had her eye on.

“Okay! I think we should take some in that area over there, and maybe walk down a little further to see if we missed any before we head back?” She smiles at him, blissfully unaware of the fact that if she so much as breathed the right way right now he would cum in his pants.

“Yeah, sounds good!” His voice came out squeaky, and he adjusted himself in his jeans as subtly as possible, withholding a groan at the momentary relief in pressure.

The next hour was both heaven and hell for Jonathan, he loved spending time with Bunny, he truly did. But right now he felt like if he didn’t cum soon he was going to fucking die. If he didn’t know better he would think she was teasing him intentionally. She kept bending over in front of him, doing those cute little excited jumps she would do when she was happy causing her tits to bounce in that little white top. At one point she even said she “could really go for some orange juice now” and that’s when he couldn’t take it anymore. Making an excuse about homework and calling it a night.

“I think we got some good ones, don’t you, Jonny bear?” Bunny skipped alongside him, a bright smile on her face.

“Yeah Bunny, I think we definitely got some good ones…”

Jonathan huffed as he declined the call from an “unknown number” for the third time in the last ten minutes. Ever since he switched phone companies a few months ago he swears the amount of spam calls he's gotten has doubled. His phone rang again, the same unknown contact lighting up the screen. Whoever this was clearly wasn’t gonna give it up.

“Hello?”

“Jonathan Byers?”

“Yeah this is him, who is this? Why do you keep calling me?”

“I think you know why, you little pervert. I’ve been watching you, I know about your little photo collection. I know about your obsession with your precious little Bunny.”

“W-what? I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about… whoever this is, leave me the hell alone.”

He scoffed, hitting the red circular button on his phone screen. This person was clearly fucking with him, and even if they weren’t they had no proof of anything. Fuck that. He let out a deep breath, trying to compose his anxious thoughts. He had just started to calm down when his phone abruptly started ringing again.

“You think you can hang up on me, Jonny boy? Think again. I’m not fucking around here, hang up the phone again and I’ll slit your little rabbits neck and come for you next. I’ll stab her more times than I did your low life daddy. Got it?”

“What the hell do you want? Who is this? If you seriously think I’m going to believe you’re the killer you’re insane. You’re obviously some asshole just trying to freak me out with everything that’s going on.”

“Oh so you wanna act tough? Don’t believe me? Check your texts.” His phone dinged seconds later and he removed it from his ear, clicking on the text notification from the unknown number. He gasped when he saw the contents of the text. It was a photo of him on the stairs, with his camera in his hands. The lens was tilted at Willow walking a few steps above him, directly up her little skirt.

“W-What do you want from me?”

“I don’t particularly want anything from you, I just wanted you to know I’m watching…If you want your little Bunny rabbit in one piece you’ll do what I say, when I say it. Got it? Have a good night, pretty boy… don’t let the bedbugs bite…” The line went dead, leaving Jonathan standing in the middle of his room alone, confused and shaking.

“He really called you? Like you’re sure it was him?” Bunny pouted as she leaned her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her folded hands. The red light of the darkroom reflects off her hair giving it a blood tinted hue.

“I’m pretty sure… He was really believable.” Jonathan gulped as he unrolled the negatives from their project, laying them out on the table.

“What did he say though? Did he threaten you??” Her brows furrowed, and yet again he just wanted to kiss right in between them, kiss all her worries away. Especially if she was worrying about him.

“Uh - yeah, kind of? He kind of made it seem like he’d be back later to force me to do something for him almost? I’m not really sure… but, he called Eddie and did the same to him. I’m pretty freaked out if I’m being honest.” He let out a shaky breath as he loaded the negatives into the enlarger, getting the first one in frame to process.

“That’s so scary… especially with your guys’ dads last year, and now Nancy. It seems like he might be targeting you or something. How are you doing by the way? With Nancy being found and all…”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of been thinking the same… I’m trying not to think too much into it, but it’s hard not to, ya know? Also I’m doing… okay? It’s not like she and I were on good terms in the slightest but I didn’t want her to die or anything, especially like that. I’m a sad obviously… It just mostly feels weird knowing she’s gone, I guess.”

Not as sad as I would be if it were you. He almost said it, he had to physically stop himself. He’d never even held her hand but he would feel like the world was ending if even a hair on her head was misplaced. Nancy had been brutally murdered, he did everything with her except actually fuck her and he didn’t even shed a tear. Granted she cheated on him with Steve, and he literally sent him a photo of her with his dick shoved deep inside her from behind.

“Kind of strange that two of the victims have been girls Steve slept with, don’t you think?” Bunny inquired, her small hand grabs a piece of photography paper from the stack, placing it under the focus finder for him. She leaned over the table to look into the peephole, giving Jonathan a perfect view down her little pink dress that he just couldn’t resist. Her hair fell over her shoulder and into her eyes and he reached out, pushing it back without thinking. He almost apologized, scared he overstepped, but she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Thank you bear.”

“Yeah it’s a little strange, but if we are going by that logic he fucked me and Eddie’s dads too.” He chuckled at the thought, grabbing the sheet of paper with the photo Bunny took the other day and putting it into the liquid filled processing tub.

“Ha! I suppose you’re right about that. I know he won’t cancel his party either, he will totally see this as an opportunity to have everyone ‘chill and let loose’ or some corny shit.” She snorted, throwing her head back with a giggle.

“Yeah, you’re definitely right about that, Bunny.” He smiled, her giggle causing him to let out a chuckle of his own.

“Are you gonna go? To the party I mean.”

“Uh - I’m not sure, I’m still thinking about it. I think Eddie is going, if he does I probably will.” He shrugged, grabbing the next film strip and lining it up without thinking.

“Me and Sammy are going, it would be cool to see you there.” She smiled sweetly at him, her fingers twirling a strand of her hair. Her brown doe eyes were shining in the red light as she stared at him, far too distracted to notice the photo of her bent over in front of him at the cemetery being magnified by the negative carrier right next to her.

“Yeah? Then maybe I’ll go, I’ll let you know for sure. Um I -“ He stopped mid sentence when he turned back to the task at hand, his eyes widening at the sight of the photo in front of him. He quickly pulls the photo away, praying to whatever god is out there that she hadn’t noticed it.

“Oh shit - whoops!” Bunny let out a small gasp when she accidentally knocked over the stack of papers on the table, turning to pick them up off the ground, giving him yet another glimpse of her panties. It also gave him time to shove the film strip in his pocket and out of view.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just turned a little too fast and knocked these down, no biggie.” She picked up the stack, straightening it and putting it back on the table before pulling her dress back into place, giving him one of those smiles that is so sweet he feels like he’s going to get a cavity from it one day.

“Okay, cool, wanna keep going?” He smiled back, his cheeks dusted pink, he couldn’t help it, she was just so cute all the time, no matter what she was doing.

“Yeah, of course!” Her hand found his bicep, giving it a few soft strokes with her silky smooth thumb. It sent shivers through his entire body, there’s no way she didn’t feel the goosebumps raise on his skin.

“Cool, let’s do it, cutie. By the way I really do hope you decide to go, to the party I mean.” She winks at him, raising up on her tiptoes to place a soft lip gloss covered kiss on his cheek before turning back to the negatives, resuming her work like she didn’t just make his insides melt.

Jonathan wandered around the party with his camera around his neck and his hands stuffed in his pockets. His eyes scanned the crowd every few seconds, keeping them peeled for Bunny. He knew she was here, he saw her car outside when he was coming up. He decided to grab a drink and perch himself against a wall in the living room. He people watched as he sipped the strong syrupy drink.

He caught sight of Eddie, sitting side by side with Sammy on the couch and he smiled to himself. From what Eddie had told him things between them seemed to be going well. He heard a giggle he would recognize anywhere coming from his left over the music and he turned his head only to be met with a sight that made his heart shatter.

Bunny was here, that was for sure. She was standing in front of Steve, in front of being an exaggeration, she was literally pressed up against him, trapping him between her and the wall. She had this mischievous look in her eyes that Jonathan had never seen, and the smile on her lips was almost sinister. She looked like she wanted to eat Steve alive and he never felt more jealous in his entire life. That should be him. You should be doing that cute hair twirling thing you do and giggling at his jokes. Not fucking Steve. Jonathan watched as you continued to whisper in his ear, Steve’s bottom lip catching between his teeth at whatever you were saying.

“Listen up everyone!! If we are gonna survive this night with a psycho killer on the loose we are gonna have to understand the rules!” Robin stood clapping her hands to gain everyone’s attention.

“Rules? At a party? Seriously?” Steve scoffed, stepping away from Bunny to walk into the living room. “I think that’s the last thing on everyone’s mind right now, Rob.”

“Yes rules, dingus!! First rule, you can NEVER have sex. Have sex, and you die!” Everyone in the room booed and laughed at that, no sex? At a party? At Steve Harrington’s house? Not likely.

“I think you’re a little late for that…” Steve smirked over his shoulder at Bunny, sending her a wink. Jonathan cringed as he watched her bite her lip, curling a finger towards herself as she walked towards the stairs. He wanted to scream while he watched Steve’s smirk turn into a full blown smile, and when Steve followed her up the stairs? He wanted to bash his head into the wall. Fuck.

Robin continued to rant about her “rules” but he couldn’t hear a word she was saying anymore. All the blood in his body rushed to his ears and everything in the room sounded like it was under water. He brought his drink to his lips, chugging the remainder of it before scanning the room again. Eddie was still sitting on the couch but Sammy was gone, so he made his way to his best friend’s side like a kid who just got his toy stolen at recess.

“Hey man…” Jonathan sighed as he flopped down next to Eddie.

“Hey dude, you okay? I saw uh - you know…”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s cool. I’m sure she will say hi if she feels like it. Wanna smoke?” He tried to sound as nonchalant as he could, but Eddie knew him, he could tell how upset he truly was. But if he didn’t want to talk, he wasn’t going to pry.

“Yeah bro, light one up, why the hell not? It is a party after all, Robin’s rules be damned.”

Steve walked down the hall toward the door he saw Bunny go in, when he entered it was dark, and the door slammed behind him.

“Oh shit! Jesus Christ. Willow?” He searched the room for her but his eyes had yet to adjust so all he could see was darkness.

“Hey Stevie boy.” A voice came from behind him, one that definitely didn’t belong to the small blonde haired girl he was looking for.

“Wha-? Who's there? This isn’t fucking funny.” He whipped around towards the door, only to find it blocked by a black cloaked figure. The mask of the infamous “Ghostface” staring back at him. “Hey man, I don’t want any trouble, seriously. I’m just looking for my girl -“

“Your girl?” The figure rushes him, slamming his back against a near wall. A shiny silver butcher's knife is held to his throat so tightly when he gulps it knicks him a little. “Since when has she ever been your girl? And if you didn’t want any trouble Steve… Why did you do it?”

“Do - do what? What did I do?” His voice comes out as panicked as his hazel eyes look, his hands shaking at his sides.

“You really don’t know? Or are you really so much of a prick that you don’t even understand the concept of right and wrong? Remember how you fucked Jonathan’s girlfriend and sent him a photo of your dick buried inside her? Or what about all the times you’ve called him ‘little dick Byers’?” The voice was harsh and masculine, which confused Steve slightly due to the fact that the person standing in front of him was half his size. Regardless, they had a knife to his throat and he had seen the photos of their victims.

“That’s what this is about? Byers? Seriously? I’m just giving him shit dude! I know that shit with Nancy wasn’t cool but I was just being a dick! I’m fucking sorry okay!”

“Yeah? You’re sorry? That’s so sweet Steve… you know, I was going to kill you, but I think I’ll let you go. I have a better idea… you’re gonna tell Jonathan just how sorry you are, and then you’re never going to fuck with him again. If I find out you do, I won’t kill you, but, I will tell everyone how ‘Big dick king Steve’ is really just a subby little baby with mommy issues who wants girls to play with his ass and spit in his mouth. Got it?” Ghostface chuckles, running the tip of the blade along the boy’s Adam’s apple.

“Yeah! Yeah! I got it! Please just let me go!” Steve has no idea how they know that, there’s only ever been two girls he’s shown that side of himself to, but right now he doesn’t fucking care, he just wants this knife as far away from his throat as possible.

“Oh Steve? if you want my advice? I’d own the whole sub thing, you’re kinda sexy when you beg…” The figure taps his cheek with the blade before backing away from him, leaving the room and locking him inside.

•

“THE KILLER IS FUCKING HERE!! HE FUCKING STABBED ME! HELP!!” A dude came running in the back door, holding his shoulder that was gushing blood. Screams erupted around the room, everyone running towards the door, bodies slamming into each other and drinks spilling as cups were dropped from hands in a frenzy.

“Fuck.” Jonathan was immediately on guard, discarding his own drink and scanning the room for Bunny and Eddie. He pushed through panicked party goers, yelling out both her real and her nickname, but she was nowhere to be seen. He scanned the room for the fluffy curls of his best friend and came up empty. He rushed down the now empty hallway, poking his head into one of the bedrooms only to be pulled inside and slammed against the door.

A hand pressed against his mouth, his head shoved against the hard wood of the door, causing him to wince and close his eyes. His hands reached for the one covering his mouth, when they met silky soft skin his eyes shot open. Bunny. She was standing in front of him in her little pink dress, her small hand still held to his lips, but the look in her eyes is one he had never seen before. He tried to say her name but it came out muffled, he tapped her hand, silently asking her to move it. She complied, taking a small step back.

“Bunny? What’s going on? Are you alright?” His eye’s frantically searched her, landing first on the blood on her left shoulder, a bit of it staining the tips of her white hair. He couldn’t tell if it was hers or not. His brown irises traveled over her face, to his relief there wasn’t a scratch on it. But that’s when he noticed it, in her right hand, a butcher's knife, covered in blood. “Bunny? Why do you have that?”

“Aww, you’re so sweet to me Jonny Bear, I’m alright. Don’t worry. It’s not my blood.” A smirk stretches across her lips and that look he couldn’t identify before now presents itself as almost evil.

“Whose - whose is it then? And you didn’t answer my question Bunny… Why do you have that knife? Why is it covered in blood? What's going on?” Jonathan is frantic, his hands running through his hair as his breath starts to pick up.

“It’s Jason’s.” She shrugs, so nonchalantly, like holding a knife with one of their classmates' blood dripping from it is just an everyday occurrence.

“Jason’s? What happened to Jason?”

“Well… there is no more Jason.” She raises the knife, shaking it back and forth, that smirk on her face widening into a full blown smile. “Me and Sam made sure of that.”

“You and Sa - ? What do you mean Bunny? What did you do to Jason?” Jonathan is in disbelief, this isn’t the Willow he knows, did she seriously hurt Jason? Does that mean? No. She can’t be.

“Jonathan… baby, don’t do that.” She pouts as she closes the distance between them again, pressing her chest against his, the knife still held at her side.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I did. Well, what we did. We stabbed him in the neck, both sides. If you need me to spell it out for you.” She giggles, that giggle that usually sounds sickly sweet coming off far more sinister now.

“Bunny… I - does that mean you - you killed all of those people? Why? Why would you do that? I don’t understand you’re so-“ his eyes search her face, his sweet Willow, could she really have done this? Everything he knows about her tells him no, but the way she’s looking at him right now, and the knife in her hand? They tell him otherwise.

“Well, I didn’t kill all of them… Just your dad… and Nancy…” She brings a delicate finger up to his jaw, tracing it. “I did it for you, ya know? Because you deserve better than them.”

“For me? What - what do you mean you did it for me?” Jonathan was beyond confused, why would she do that for him?

“Well, I feel like your dead beat dad was a given, I saw how upset you were when he came around here last year, asking you for money and insulting you when you didn't have it. Hurting you. You thought I didn’t notice but I did. You think I don’t notice you but I do…” she presses herself closer to him, her hand cupping his jaw while she runs her thumb over his bottom lip. He gulps, and he knows it shouldn’t but his cock stirs in his pants at the feeling of her boobs pressed against his chest.

“And Nancy… well I never liked her know it all ass anyways, but when I found out what she did to you? My blood boiled. Imagine having a sweet boy like you and hurting him like that? I almost killed Steve too… but I had a more fun idea for him. He’s locked in his room right now.” She giggles, her brown eyes shine and that sickly sweet smile doesn’t budge.

Jonathan is speechless, he still isn’t sure that this isn’t some kind of fucked up dream. His sweet Bunny, Willow, a killer?

“Don’t act like you’re not happy, Bear, I can feel your appreciation.” She ground herself against his hardening cock, the knife in her hand drags up his bare forearm and sends shivers through his entire body. “Plus, you aren’t so innocent, I know all about your little photo collection of me. I love how much you fall for my ditzy girl act, you didn’t ever think I was bending down in front of you in all those tiny skirts on purpose?”

“Were you… really?” He gasps, the knife continuing to travel up his shoulder, his collarbone, until it stops at his throat where she presses it lightly. Not enough to break the skin, just enough for him to feel it.

“Of course I was, oh, and orange juice? Jonny Bear, you really think I wouldn’t know? Pathetic virgin boy cum is my favorite flavor.” She bites her lip, her free hand coming to tug on the strap of his camera that he has yet to replace.

“You knew? I felt so bad, I’m so sorry, I just didn’t know what to say and I -“

“Jonathan!” She holds a finger to his lips, shushing him. “Don’t be sorry, I liked it. I’d like to get a taste of the real thing… if I’m being honest.” She bites her plump lower lip, her eyes traveling his face. He looked confused, but scared? No. When her eyes met his there was lust there.

“You do?” He bites his lip, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he looks at her. The smile on her face is still there, but the look in her eyes is now filled with hunger and it makes his heart rate pick up in a different way.

“Yeah, can I taste you?” She leans up on her tiptoes, her lips graze his ear and it sends shivers through his body.

“Please.” He whimpers and it’s like music to her ears.

She tosses the knife across the room and it hits the wooden floor with a clank. She takes the camera from around his neck, bringing the strap to her lips and darting her tongue across it with a moan. Putting the camera around her own neck.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” She drops to her knees and smiles up at him and her voice is like honey, and if he didn’t know any better he would believe she was the sweet girl he thought she always was until ten minutes ago.

She undoes his belt, undoing his button and zipper with haste. She pulls his pants down to his ankles in one swift motion and his cock springs free, hitting his stomach. It’s long and thick, honestly bigger than she expected and she moans at the sight. She takes it in her hand, her thumb circling the head, spreading around the precum that gathered there.

“Oh shit bunny.” Jonathan whimpers and sends shockwaves to Bunny’s core.

“Mmm.. I knew you’d sound so sweet whimpering for me, Jonny Bear.” She leans forward to kitten lick his head and moans at the taste of him. “And you taste so good.”

She smirks at him, batting her mascara covered lashes as she takes his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Jonathan moans, his hands coming up to clutch the wall behind him, his head thrown back.

“Oh god.” His voice sounds fucked out, his cheeks flushed, and he’s trying really fucking hard not to cum already. The way Bunny’s plump lips look so perfect wrapped around his cock just like he thought they would, her big doe eyes staring up at him as she moans around him. She takes the rest of him down her throat and he jerks forward, causing her to gag. “Oh sh - shit, I’m sorry bunny, fuck.”

“Mmm that’s okay baby, I liked it.” She takes him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Her small hand comes up to play with his balls and his eyes roll back, a loud moan ripping from his chest.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna - I’m gon-“ Jonathan is seconds away from cumming when she pulls off of him with a pop.

“Don’t you dare cum yet, don’t you want to cum inside of me?” Bunny stands, that smirk on her face ever present. “You look so cute like this… I think I should take a picture. It’s only fair that I have one of you since you have so many of me, don’t you think, Bear?”

“Uh - yeah, yeah, I think that’s… fair.” Jonathan blushed profusely, the thought of her taking a photo of him with his pants around his ankles and his hard leaky cock exposed feels humiliating. But god he would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on even more.

“Good boy.” Her voice is sickly sweet and those words leaving her mouth make Jonathan moan. She takes a step back, holding the camera to her face. She clicks the button not once, but twice. She pulls the camera over her head, setting it on a dresser in the room before her dress follows. His jaw drops and a whine leaves his lips at the sight of her bare before him. No bra or panties to be found under that little pink dress. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed for me.”

She doesn’t have to ask him twice. He quickly removes all his clothing as she watches with lust filled eyes. He lays down on the guest bed, his cock still hard and at attention. His brown eyes are wide with wonder as Bunny walks over to the bed to straddle him. She grabs his face in her hand, squeezing his cheeks together with her thumb and index finger roughly. But when she leans down to kiss him for the first time her lips are gentle, and so so soft and her lip gloss tastes like bubblegum. Jonathan moans into the kiss, his hands instinctively grabbing onto her hips.

“I wanna taste you too, Bunny.” He whimpers against her lips. “Will you sit on my face? Please Bunny?”

“Mmm… next time, baby. I’ll give you a little taste though, since you’ve been such a good boy for me.”

She uses her hands to push herself up against his chest, and god does she look beautiful sitting above him. Jonathan watches as she brings two fingers to her core, sliding them inside her. She fucks them into herself a few times and he can hear how wet she is. She pulls her fingers from herself and brings them to his lips.

“Suck.” Jonathan eagerly takes her fingers into his mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of her finally on his tongue. Bunny settled herself on his lap, her slick pussy lips sat directly on his cock. She grinds down, easily gliding along his length with how wet she is. “I can’t wait anymore to have this pretty cock stretching me out.”

She pulls her fingers from his mouth and brings them to his cock, rubbing her spit along the head. She takes his shaft in her hand, rising up on her knees and sliding his tip through her slick folds. She pushes his head inside, grinding up and down a few times before slamming the rest of the day down onto his cock in one thrust.

“FUCK! BUNNY!l Jonathan moans, his eyes crossed, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass.

“Mmm Jonny bear, you feel so fucking good, filling me up just right, you’re so good for me. My good boy.” Bunny starts to bounce up and down on his cock, her hands planted on his chest and her manicured nails pierce his flesh in the best way.

“You feel - so good Bunny. So good. So warm. Oh god.”

He’s a whimpering mess, the girl of his dreams is riding him like her life depends on it, her pussy sucking him in like it was fucking made for him. Her tits bounce in his face and he wants to grab them so badly, it’s like she can sense his hesitation because she grabs his hands and brings them to her chest, squeezing. He greedily takes the invitation, his hands grouping onto the plush flesh.

“Did you jerk off to those pictures of me, bear? Is that why there was cum on your camera strap? Just couldn’t resist, could you?” She mock pouts at him, her thrusts never faltering.

“Y- yes. Yes, I saw this photo I forgot I took and - fuckingshitohmygod - and I just couldn’t help myself. It was in my car, in the parking lot at school too.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot baby, I love how much you want me. It drives me crazy.” She laces her fingers into his hair and pulls, It earns her one of those pathetic little whimpers she wants to record and listen to on repeat. She leans forward, attaching her lips to his neck. She sucks hard, making sure to leave her mark. “And you’re all mine, huh? My good boy? You don’t even care that I killed those people, do you? Just wanna be my little slut and let me use you?”

“Fucking, shit, yeah Bunny. I - Jesus Christ - I’d do anything for you.” His hands grip onto her ass but other than that he’s like puddy underneath her and you can tell he’s getting close.

She sits up again, her thrusts becoming harder and faster than ever. She brings her hand between her legs, rubbing fast circles on her clit.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty boy?” She brings her other thumb to his lip, running the digit across it. “Gonna fill me up?”

“I - FUCK!” Jonathan stiffens beneath her, his fingernails digging so deep into the skin of her ass that she feels the skin break. Seconds later he’s spilling inside her, the feeling sending her over the edge as well. She grinds through her high on his over sensitive cock, breathy little gasps leaving her lips while he whimpers overstimulated and at her mercy.

“Holy shit.” Bunny chuckles, rolling off of him and into his side with a groan. She snuggles up into his chest and he happily takes her into his arms. “That was amazing. You were so good for me Bear, my good boy, you’re always gonna be my good boy. From now on… I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

And she meant it. She would protect him at all costs. Even if it meant she had to go a little mad sometimes.

#Jonathan Byers #jonathan byers au #Jonathan Byers fanfiction #Jonathan Byers smut #Jonathan Byers x fem!OC #Jonathan Byers x OC #Jonathan Byers x reader

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toni i am absolutely smashed rn and saw that u said we could rant in your inbox so here we go it will just be me gushing about how absolutely cool you are like ur account was one of the first i ever found after returning to tumblr since like 2015 and it’s really cool and you write so well and i’m GOBSMACKED that someone like you exists. hello?? beautiful. sunshine. stunning. the highlight of my day seein those lil toni drabbles on my page. embarrassing enoigh i was talking about cod with some irl friends and now we all read ur shit like a lil gaggle of groupies ha ha good stuff mwah never stop being so FREAKING cool (please accemt my proposal, i have ring pops you can have the green one it’s the best) also for the sake of sober me shhh pretend this never happened ok hve AN AMAZING!!! Day night morning evening afternoon.

peace, love, kyle garrick is so freaking sexy,

elle

take this simon art

sorry i scribbled out my oc ok i’m SORRY remember to hydrate and continue on being FREAKING beautiful 🥰🥰🥰💖

idk how to delete that man i’m so sorry i figured out how to delete that last image it was a picture of an apple if you wanted context maybe i should add it back okay no i won’t

anyway sometimes i think about how badly i want biblically accurate ghost to love me and then i think about how i would probably cry if he breathed on me and then gag the second man starts cookin shit like beans on toast?? the fuck is that.

over and up and out,

elle aka elle

YOU ARE SO COOL TONI THANK YOU FOR EXISTING GOOD LORD

i don't remember the last time i had a ring pop but i'll accept it so long we get eloped i don't want a big ol thing but if we dont go to herculaneum then our marriage will be nulled faster than kim k's with that big brute from the NBA.

kyle is so freaking sexy i agree. i don't use that word cuz it gives me the heebies but for you, since youre one drink/edible away from gazing upon a biblically accurate angel in the flesh. feathers? eyes??? he's A CRAZY SEXY BABE and i'd let him stalk me :}

and i also think about BA!simon a lot.

lmfaooooooo beans on toast comment has me screaming

and you're SO real for scarring him up. i need simon with jagged scars that have puckered edges and some of them pull some skin taut and--

you get my picture. that man is simply grotesque and it makes him all that more alluring. like yes king, tell me all about how you got those scars.

+ his like resting bitch face is what i'm here for.

incredible art wish i had that kind of talent but alas all im good at is getting bruised like a peach and throwing my arse in a circle for fictional men 😔

drink your water or you're gonna have one killer headache lmao.

all blues with no clues,

toni ❤️

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Hello! I am currently trying to make a document including all evidence of Viv's problematic behaviour, and since you're quite popular in the critical community, I wanted to ask your opinion on the structure of it. If I missed anything feel free to correct me!

Vivziepop is a horrible person

I-early signs

-Nazi sausage party ocs (inspred by doctor Mengele, following a nazi blog

-drawing Kesha and glorifying her illness

-Zoophobia (contains the Addison drawings, Mirage being depicted as goofy when she's a pedo, Sahara and Latika designs

-supporting blaire white and Shoe0nhead (her too since Shoe has recently been revealed as a neo nazi)

-transphobia (discord messages)

-drawing Mimzi as a caricature/stereotype of Jewish people

II-Spindlehorse & twitter

-Raphielle shipping valangel, saying their a proshipper and still working on SH

-Following multiple proshippers, including someone who used audios of REAL kids for his digital CP and someone who actively ships Rick/Morty

-allowing and encouraging the harrasment of people who critique her shows to the point they are forced to come out or receive rape threats

-Blaming A24 for the lack of competent advertisement on Hazbin Hotel and replacing the voice cast

-encouraging harassing Erin Frost and Kendraw for coming out with their experience with her

-Studio reviews revealing the nepotism and abuse in the SH studio

III- The shows

-finn/ cole was made cis when he was originally trans

-sally mae only regarded by the fandom as a trap or futa, sexualised in every piece of her merch with her dick being emphasized to the point the fandom fetishizes her

-alastor being made creole or mixed as an afterthought, when Viv had already used real life voodoo symbols, very clearly inspiring alastor from Wendigos without any research, made him white as paper and depicted him as the 100th " asexual and aromantic person is an evil murderer!".

His asexuality and possible aromanticism is always ignored by the fandom in favor of shipping, and inclusive Vivziepop even said to do as they pleased with his sexuality for shipping.

-forced positivity, pushing the idea that even murderers, abusers and horrible people can change hazbin hotel

Depicting abuse (Crimson hitting Moxxie, the whole Valangel tag existing) and sexual assault (again woth Moxxie and angel) as funny jokes or sexy

-Noticing a pattern, Viv tends to promote M/M relationships a lot but depicts them as overtly sexual, predatory and toxic, and seems to have a problem with having "twink" characters abused sexually in a yaoi-ish way (Addison, Moxxie and Angel, Vox. Stolas/blitz too.)

-the only two people of color that are confirmed are Alastor, Velvette and Valentino. Velvette's color is very ashy and she is often infantilised (this might have more to do with her being a woman in Vivs eyes) she presents no POC features at all, neither does Valentino who is a stereotypical black man who is a pimp, abusive (sexually too) and has a short temper.

-using "it's hell " as an excuse to make horrible characters to glorify and depict as the true victim while doing nothing to become better. (Ex. Stolas is a rapist , Blitzo Sexually harrasses his co-workers and is very toxic, Alastor is a serial killer.) Depiction is not glorification, but Viv actively makes it seem like all of it is okay to do and has a show who has a very negative message that affects the viewers and fanbase into excusing disgusting shit.

-disrespecting religion by not accurately researching the demons she talks about

-Sexist writing in helluva and hazbin that favores males(Loona,Millie,Stella, Verosika)

-ableist language by Blitzo, refusal to acknowledge this and even joking about not being able to say a slur

-collaborates with Brandon Rogers,whose work is clearly sexist,racist,homophobic and ableist

-making fun of eating disorders (Moxxie)

-involving kesha in her show while she is trying to get justice for being abused and trying to recover, making the character she voices based on all the things she hated about herself

-included famous voice actors, pays thousands for them but actively underpaid and overworked her staff

-No trigger on an episode that contained Blitzo vomiting

-Barbie wire grooming a teenager is considered a joke (and the tweet doesn't count, we should be able to tell if the teen was actually older by his design or any line of dialogue, if those who don't have twitter won't know it means it's a problem)

-various incest jokes hinting at proshipping (Moxxie/Millie, and a rumor +dialogue cues hint at Andrealphus and Stella being in a relashionship)

-merch of almost all female characters being somewhat sexual

-depicting the Woman/Man as the only healthy relationship (Moxxie/Millie) while the queer couples are toxic (Chaz/Moxxie Blitzo/Stolas)

Holy shit that's a long read, I suggest you make that into a blog post or something. The only portion I can assume that you got correct is the third section. Most of the first two sections are spot on to me, but I am not sure if they're both completely correct because I'm not really aware of what Vivziepop did in the past, just what she has been doing since like last year. Sorry to disappoint, but it is pretty great from what I'm reading.

Modify it to what you think is best so that people will read from it and test read it yourself in case you got something wrong. I suggest you use Grammarly for grammar or spelling issues because even though English is my first language I still struggle with those

#helluva boss #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop #helluva critical #helluva boss critique #vivienne medrano #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism

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daisy-thetoxic · 4 months

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Older | Jennifer Jareau

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Fem oc- Ava Willing, brown hair & eyes.

Warning ⚠️ ~ smut, power play, gxg, age gap, praise kink, etc. a bit of plot with the smut ✨ mommy core, manipulation, Gory death, killing. Fingering (Oc receiving)

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JJ wasn’t sure how it happened or how it started. When she would host Henry’s friends night, his new girlfriend started coming. Gracious smile, ever so polite, truly she had no idea how her son had won you over. She tried to raise him the best she could, but he was in his temperamental broody stage where he didn’t care about anything. So when he brought home a Angel, it left her confused.

And when Ava offered to babysit Micheal for her when her and will worked late, they took it. JJ wasn’t stupid, she knew Henry snuck out, with Ava babysitting he still, which JJ didn’t really care to dig in why as he would only tell her to go away.

JJ would come home at times and watch Ava with Micheal, as she played with him on the counter, or as he helped her make dinner and would always have a fresh plate of food when she got home.

Ava wasn’t stupid either. She was actually a genius, which a lot of people seemed to forget. She saw JJ once when she dropped off Henry at school and since that day something about her left her a burning memory in Ava’s brain that never seemed to go away. At one point she day dreamed a whole class period with such unholy thoughts about her classmates hot mom.

She decided a plan and set it into motion carefully. Showing light interest in Henry, saying hi in passing periods, staring at him from across the cafeteria. She was known to be an Angel and a lot of people wanted her and she knew it. Guys, girls, teachers… like she said a lot of people wanted her. She was no fool, and played it to her advantage, it took over a month for her and Henry to officially be dating. Poor thing didn’t even know the basics of dating. So she had him right under her finger.

She had done her homework before she introduced herself into JJ life. She knew she was an FBI special a gent that dealt with serial killers on the daily, so she wasn’t a dumb woman at all. She was honestly surprised at how gullible JJ really was.

She had stalked JJ, in her white blouse and dark blue and black skirt, a golden cross hanging from her neck as the uniform was school required. She watched as JJ paid for her grocery’s at the counter, the cash register employee discreetly checking her out as JJ had a light blush on her face only making Ava clench her jaw.

Ava stayed behind the building as she waited for the man to clock out to await his independent doom of fate by her hands. She watched as he made his way over to the car as she quietly walked behind him, he turned around when he noticed her reflection in his car window only to be stabbed in the heart with her knife. She watched as he slowly fell, his hands desperately reaching out onto something, leaving bloody hand prints on his car as she watched as he choked on his own blood. A Saint like smile on her face.

She grabbed her lipstick, drawing a cross on his car window. She got up, dusting off to the bit of woods that was behind the market, taking a path she was familiar with.

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JJ watched as Ava closed Michaels door, the boy falling to sleep to the story Ava told him. “I’m gonna head home Mrs. Jareau.” Ava grabbed her backpack not too worried as her plan was being set into motion.

“Is someone picking you up?” JJ was confused as she didn’t see anyone pull up.

“No, I’m just gonna walk. My house is only a few blocks away.” She shakes her head as she turned her back to JJ, bending over slightly to collect her lipstick and books to put in her bag.

JJ tried not to look as she but her lip in resistance, never having to struggle with self control like she had in the last few weeks when it came to her new babysitter.

“Why don’t I drive you, I rather make sure you get home safe.” JJ straitened her back as she got up from leaning against the door frame.

“Are you sure, Mrs. Jareau?” Ava asks while hitting her lower lip in a unsure way, internally noting the way JJ’s eyes travel down to them instinctively.

“Of course.” JJ smiled at her, her eyes glazing over her as she held a high position in the power dynamic, being older, and well a deadly weapon as she boxed and was an FBI agent but the way Ava looked up at her made JJ think she was in control the whole time.

JJ turned on her car as she started driving. Ava moved forward slightly to turn on the radio as JJ couldn’t stop her eyes if her life depends on it as they glaze of her bare chest form the top of the white uniform blouse. A light pink dotted her cheeks as she tried to look anywhere but the younger girl.

“Are you okay, Mrs Jareau?” Ava asks innocently while she was grinning like a devil on the inside.

JJ didn’t know how it happened but in an instant somehow she ended up parked in an abandoned parking lot with Ava on top of her, straddling her as their lips crashed.

Ava turned up her music as she made the chair scoot back and lay back, kissing her way down JJ bare top. Ava had ripped her shirt open, hickeys forming on their way down as the girl was way to possessive to not fake them.

“No marks” JJ managed to gasp out as she could already feel the forming bruises. “Too late.” Ava hummed with a devilish grin, making JJ cup her face and force Ava to kiss her. Which the brunette gladly did as she straddled her once more. JJ hands wondering her body.

“Do I mention how much I like your uniform?” JJ tilted her head as she left her own bruises down Avas’s neck, down her collar bone before she unhinged the younger women’s bra, her hands instantly replacing the fabric.

“Not… that… I… recall-“ Ava moaned eruplty as the words formers through her gasps as JJ slipped her hand into the brunette underwear. Her fingers sliding between her folds as she used her other hand to continue their kiss as she held the back of Ava’s neck.

“JJ-“ Ava moans, feuding her body into the blondes skillful hand as JJ’s palm found her clit, rubbing it more frequently as Ava sped up her grinding. The blonde only hummed in delight at the sight of Ava falling apart in her lap, it was a enchanting sight, one she’ll remember forever.

“Your doing so good.” JJ praised as she sucks harshly at the younger women’s neck. Ava only righted around her grin gets while moaning at the praise.

“Who knew you were such a naughty girl?” JJ tskd as the other women couldn’t even process anything after JJ slid in two more fingers, the younger woman not lasting long as she came hard onto JJ fingers, resting her head against JJ shoulder as JJ prolonged her pleasure as she thrusted back into her.

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That’s how it started between them, the fleeting make out session in her bathroom or for JJ to take her home an hour early so they could have their special moments in the abandoned parking lot. She suspects her team thought something was up as she rushed home sooner and took specific days off.

But with the case they have been stuck on they didn’t dig further. Their case popped up about 5 months again, 2 months longer than her affair with Ava. People from JJ area of living seemed to brutally killed, store clerks, mechanics, fast food restaurants, banks, it was random so they didn’t have a clue. The unsub seemed to be one step ahead of them. They had not clue if it was a man or woman as the killings were brutal, but the lipstick drawing of a cross made them lean towards women, or homosexual man/non-binary or drag queen. They had no clue at all.

JJ chain of thoughts broke as she watched Ava walk by her, subtly rubbing her hand against the lower of her back before she walked over to Henry, handing him her drink before putting on her lips stick.

JJ eyes widen slightly as she stared at Ava, who only glanced at her before focusing on Henry. It all clicked to JJ. Way the people where killed the days JJ coincidently saw them or JJ knew them. The way Ava seemed so possessive but her good kind hearted smile had fooled everyone including her. Yet JJ blinked as she hid her emotions, something deep in her gut actually fluttering at the thought of Ava being that possessive over her.

“New girlfriend? Do we like her?” Emily and Penelope walked up to her from the back as they had been watching JJ stare at the girl with an emotion they did not recognize.

“By the way you’ve been staring I think not?” Penelope voices but JJ shook her head, as nobody couldn’t like Ava, she was an Angel.

“No, we actually love her, she’s such an angel, I think she’s perfect for Henry.” JJ put on her poker face as she didn’t want a hint of expression to seep through her facade. She wondered how Ava did it so effortlessly.

#jennifer jareau #criminal minds #jennifer Jareau x reader #jj criminal minds #gxg #carvo*#Spotify

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can u tell us what you didn't like about hazbin hot? I'm not a big musical person so I also tuned out when they started singing lol

Yes lol here's a long ass nonsense rant under the cut.

The creator of the show has done some really racist shit in the past and hides from criticism behind her queerness, but whenever that's brought up, it's immediately shot down and I'm told to separate the art from the artist.

that being said. here's my critique of the show itself.

but hazbin relies so much on material outside of the show. there's things you're supposed to know from twt and tumblr and other sources to make the show make sense. you can't say the show needs to exist in its bubble away from the creator and then make us dependent on the creator for information about the characters.

for me, it's less about "why is a show bad?" and it's more "what makes a show good?". Frankly, I don't think there's anything in this show to make it good.

First off- the show is ugly. The character designs aren't good and often repetitive (suits. same color palettes, same body shapes, etc) The animation itself isn't good either, unfortunately.

We have to stop pretending alastor isn't a crime to character design. He's so ugly. there's almost nothing redeemable about how he looks.

I thought the show itself had one of the weakest plots I've seen. it felt like the first draft of a 14 year old and tried to fit 5 seasons worth of ideas into 8 episodes, so the pacing was just awful. There's no semblance of time passing or real urgency in most episodes because vivziepop was trying to fit in all 50 of her OCs.

example: There was almost no reason for the V's to be in the show-- and the other overlords for that matter. None of them really do anything other than Valentino, who's just there to make Angel's story stronger in this season.

(not to mention Valentino and Vaggie, the series to latinx characters, fall into some fucked up stereotypes)

We are just told this collection of people is strong and scary, but we never really see WHY. It's a waste of time in a crammed show.

That being said, one of the main characters sir pentious had no real weight as a character and had less screen time than some of the nothing characters. Half of alastors time should have been used building him up, including, I dunno. all of episode three. There's no reason to introduce all of those characters other to give alastor the info that an angel has died, right? He's. The radio demon. he should just have some sort of news ability or connections to get him that info. (also that episode makes it really easy to know who killed the angel. there's no mystery to it.)

There are also so many things that simply don't make sense in the show? They are told almost immediately that their plan will not work, so they go to heaven to be told... the same thing.

Vaggie is amazed that angels can be hurt and killed when she is an angel who was hurt and almost killed. (Vaggie and Charlie have a super weak relationship btw. I think it's so poorly done. In a show about sucking dick and cock, it made me roll my eyes that the lesbians have such a pg relationship. how come everyone else gets to be horny other than the lesbians? Because its harder to fetishize? )

the ending was just. awful. Lucifer won the fight without that much of a struggle. It feels like he could have just done that. whenever.

Im going to get murdered for saying this but the songs aren't good, they just have a killer vocal cast. the backing music sucks every time.

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On Air [Chapter One] Smile [Alastor]

A/n: this is my first attempt at a Hazbin Hotel fic. I was inspired by 'Trials and Tribulations' by Mrs_Divinity on AO3(if you have not read this, please do) to write this. The story will contain dark content, so please heed the warnings. I'll add more as I go. Please enjoy.

The first chapter is going to be short for various reasons. And because I have lots of fics to update, this story will be a bit slow on updates but don't worry I won't abandon it.

Summary: Aelia is a hopeless romantic, so much so, that she makes a deal with an enigmatic man named Alastor whom she communicates with via a wireless radio that she found in the attic of her new home. It's not until she winds up in hell after a spree of brutal murders does she come to realize that the voice she trusted and longed to meet belongs to a demon overlord who now owns her soul.

And to make matters worse, her new demon body only reacts to him.

Will she seek redemption? Or be forever stuck to a demon who wishes to use her as an escape from boredom? Stay tuned.

Warning(s): Original female character, blood, and death, emotional manipulation, the OC is a serial killer, hopeless romantic, dark content, short chapter, false love, unhealthy relationship, and dark content.

No Minors Allowed!!

The putrid stench of death permeated the humid Tennessee air, a blend of feces and rotting flesh, but that was the least of Aelia’s concerns.

She was at the end of the line.

Red and blue lights bounced off the walls of her 50s fixer-upper home and despite the persistent thundering bang on her front door, Aelia did not move. She remained hunched in the corner of her bedroom, embracing a wireless Cathedral radio in a cherry wood case against her chest.

Her heart raced as the fear of being caught dawned on her. After everything she had done; the brutal murders and the kidnappings, now she was feeling remorse. But why? She had the world in her hands. What was there to be scared of? Her life was just starting.

“Alastor–” Aelia paused upon hearing the sound of her voice. Never had she heard something so pathetic and weak. “Talk to me…please.”

The radio hissed as two separate sound waves tried to simultaneously coexist, and then a voice as low and intense as radio static broke through; a voice Aelia yearned to hear.

“It's nearly that time, isn't it? Tick tock. Tick tock.”

“I'm scared,” Aelia admitted. As soon as the words left her mouth, she instantly regretted it. But she knew better than to apologize.

Alastor tsked.

“Don't lose your pluck, my dear. I still need you.”

Her heart raced and her face heated up. He needed her. His patience knew no bounds. Aelia clutched the radio tighter, wishing to hold the man behind the voice for he was the only one who gave her a reason to smile. Alastor was the angel on her shoulder, helping her take back her life.

The day she found the radio sealed off in the attic of her new home was the best day of her life.

“You're everything to me.”

Alastor chuckled.

“Yes, yes. I know.”

A loud bang shook the house as the front door was kicked from its hinges. Aelia could hear the heavy footsteps of the officers as they piled into the house. The fear returned, but she took an uneasy breath and tried to sound brave.

“What do I do?”

“Why, go and meet your guests, my dear. Don't be rude,” Alastor insisted. “And remember to smile. You're not fully dressed without one.”

Aelia stood, despite her body begging her not to, and tottered toward her bedroom door; her blood-stained dress clung to her like a second skin. She could hear the shock and disgust of the officers as she stood at the top of the stairs, knowing that it did not take them long to locate her most recent victims; she left them out as a sign of hospitality.

An officer with an elderly appearance was the first to see her, widening his eyes. Aiming his Glock 22 at her, he yelled at her to get down, gaining the attention of the other three.

Each of them raised their guns, but Aelia did not cower. She hugged the radio against her chest and with all the strength she could, she forced a wide smile.

Soon…my love.

#hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x oc #hazbin hotel fandom #oc #dark themes #Spotify #murderer oc

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felice-jaganshi · 2 months

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His Pet

Alastor X OC

Chapter 5

“But what?” He sat across from her, resting his chin on his folded hands.

“I… have a secret, and it might upset you if you found out.” She looked down, placing her tail in her lap again and playing with the fur.

“Oh? My sweet little fox has a secret? How out of character.” He sounded delighted to hear this. “Well, no better time to get it out in the open than now.”

“I'm not so sure about that. I wanted to wait till you got the chance to know me better before revealing it. So you'd like me more and see me as useful to keep around.”

He placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head up, “look at me, darling. You've already certainly proved your worth to me. You may have saved my life with that healing you did earlier today. And I like you plenty, as well as I like anyone anyways. You're on par with Nifty for my affections.” He gave her a soft smile and his eyes were full of warmth. “Now please dear, what secrets do you keep from me?”

She knew he was playing her right now, but… what did she really have to lose other than the ignorance act? Maybe he'd be more willing to make the deal she wanted with him if she did tell him? Worth a shot. She let out a long sigh.

“Okay, just… please try to not get mad? And believe that I had no ill intentions whatsoever.” Now she had more than just his curiosity, she was so certain he'd be mad!

“Remember how I said I got kicked out of heaven for overhearing something I shouldn't have? Well, I left out a few details… like where I was at the time.” Alastor took back his hand, waiting for her to get to the point.

“So there's a place in heaven I heard a rumor about. It's called the Hall of Souls. It's like a giant library with books on everyone's lives, angels and sinners. And I… kinda broke in.”

“My my, such a little rule breaker! What happened to your ‘only sin being stupidity’?” He was teasing now, this sounded interesting, but also not anything he'd be mad about yet.

“W-well, it was for research! I was working on a murder mystery story, so I wanted to research serial killers. And I did find the category on them.”

Ah! Now it was falling into place.

“Uh oh, did you find a file on me, dear? Now that's quite the invasion of privacy.” He tisked at her, shaking his head softly.

“Yes, I read it. Several times actually… I kept coming back to it week after week, and I guess I kind of developed a crush on you through reading it. Sorry if that's creepy… there were notes in there too, from someone else. But I couldn't figure out what they were trying to learn from your book though…”

His eye did twitch at the “crush” remark, but he kept himself under control, letting her finish.

“I didn't recognize you immediately, but the way you spoke and acted towards me when you found me felt so familiar, I took the risk that it was you. And I'm so glad it was. And I think I figured out what those notes were trying to say about you.”

“One second, you've given me a lot to process already.” He thought for a second on what she had said. “So you read a book about me, a serial killer, over and over and develop romantic feelings for me?”

“Well, yeah it sounds bad when you put it that way. But the bits with your Mom were really sweet. And you killed other killers, right? You had a moral justification! And I figured out, that's what the other person's notes were! They cross-referenced your victims and they all ended up having committed horrific crimes as well! You killing them saved others lives!” She stood up and looked at him with a passionate expression. “Their notes pointed out that you shouldn't have been punished with hell! You belong in heaven!”

His ears laid flat on his skull, “N-now now, Zariah, sit back down. You're getting overzealous, I absolutely belong in hell.” He used his shadow to gently pull her back into sitting in her chair.

“But why? Why you and not others who killed for good purposes too? There are plenty of people who have killed that ended up in both directions. Did you know no one in heaven actually knows what gets you up there?! It could be a total coin flip!”

“That's quite a theory. But, let's keep it to ourselves. We don't need the mass hysteria that could be caused until we know how to use it to our advantage.”

Her ears perked up at the use of “we” and “our”.

“Alastor, can we make another deal? One where I give you my soul completely. I already know what I want to ask for.” She decided to be bold while she had him here! He felt unsteady suddenly, she was the one offering her soul?

“Well, I'll certainly listen to your offer. But expect a counter offer if you ask too much.” She better not ask him to be her husband or something ridiculous!

“I want you to take care of me. Act as my guardian and keep me safe and healthy. I just want you to guarantee you'll never hurt me and you'll keep me safe. In exchange, you'll have my eternal loyalty, love, and soul.”

He was surprised, “I don't normally ask this, but… why? Why are you offering your eternal soul so readily? It's a bit…” There had to be a downside, another leash on him of some sort!

“Alastor.” Her voice became stern, “I wish to take care of you in whatever way I can, as minimal as my usefulness is. And all I want is to be cared for like you would a beloved pet. Are my conditions really that hard to believe? This was all I wanted when alive as well, just someone to help me get by on a daily basis, to help me survive in a shitty world that's on fire! What would be so little to you, would be everything to me.”

He couldn't stand the sad, broken look in his angel's eyes. Yes, his angel. He sighed and closed his eyes before holding out his hand, “alright, you have a point. I accept acting as your guardian and caretaker in exchange for your soul.”

She took his hand quickly before he could second guess, and smiled as the wind whipped around again.

“Oh, you're stuck with me forever now.” She grinned wide, and it was in that moment he realized he fucked up.

That cunning little witch! She had thrown him off his groove with an information overload, and struck with her false innocence act! That's what he gets for underestimating women, he supposed. Twice, twice he let this happen! Now he was on her leash too! Just how would she abuse this power over him?!

Alastor glared at her, grinding his teeth in his ceaseless smile. “My dear… what exactly did you just do?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing you need to worry about. So long as you keep your end of our deal.” She calmed down her grin to a soft smile. “Let's just say, this became a much more mutual deal than you're used to. I got everything I could ever want or need out of it, and you got everything you could of me out of it.” She got up from the chair with a stretch and a yawn. “I should go to my own room to rest for the night. I'll see you tomorrow Al! Love you, sleep well.” She smiled and left the room. He felt sick to his stomach, fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

#alastor x oc #alastor's pet #hazbin hotel #ace alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #aroace alastor #platonic alastor x reader

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Revenge

Summary: Little SOA/Mayans mashup. Angst, character death. Featuring OC Cori Lowman.

The silence in the house was deafening to Happy as he sat in his armchair across from his couch where his daughter Cori and two Mayans sat. What had started as a normal Sunday dinner for the two of them had turned into a deadly standoff. This situation right here was the direct result of being reckless in his early years as a killer for hire. Thinking he knew everything and was invincible that the past would never catch up with him. Happy was so lost in his own thoughts he almost didn't hear the roar of the motorcycle pull up. He closed his eyes as he heard the doorbell and the sound of Cori's strangled sob.

"Stay in here" ordered Angel to his younger brother EZ as he stood up to go and get the door. "Don't do anything stupid" he added before walking out of the room. The night was not going as planned and they couldn't afford a fuck up. Angel knew EZ was pissed at the trade the were making but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if they killed the girl. He believed no matter what a man did no woman in his life should have to pay for his sins. "You Juice?" he called through the door observing the other man through the door. He fit the description Happy had given and surprisingly had followed directions. "Yep" replied Juice as the door opened and he stepped in keeping his hands by his head as the tall Mayan shut the door.

"Sorry you got dragged into this mess. Your girl hasn't been hurt like Happy told you on the phone. My brother and I's beef is with her dad." stated Angel as he gestured with his gun for Juice to head to the living room. "Thanks I guess for being a decent human" replied Juice as they made there way to the living room. Angel sighed but bit his tongue on any response.

"Could we have a few moments to say goodbye" asked Happy quietly as he watched Juice make his way to Cori to comfort her. "No you-" started EZ his temper flaring before Angel cut him off. "Of course. We will wait in the hall give ya some privacy" replied Angel as he jerked his head at EZ to leave the room. "I really am sorry your daughter was here tonight. If we had known you had a kid we would have done some better surveillance" stated Angel before heading out. Happy nodded before he went over to join the other two on the couch.

"We should have just killed them. You really think she wont talk, wont get the SONS to track us down?" whispered EZ angrily as he shoved Angel. "You need to calm down little brother. Anger makes you make stupid decisions." snapped Angel as he pushed EZ into the wall and held him there. "That girl has nothing to do with the situation. She knows how the MC works and honestly I think if she decide she wanted revenge for what is to come tonight she will do it on her own." replied Angel after a moment once EZ had calmed some. "Just because someone is your enemy doesn't mean you have to treat them badly" he added.

*A few moments later*

Cori sat silently crying as Juice held her on the couch. Her dad had been walked out by the younger Mayan while the other stood in the doorway. Cori felt Juice tense as the Mayan came back towards them. "Relax, my word is good" stated the Mayan as he put his gun away and knelt in front of Cori. "I know this is hard to believe but I truly am sorry about this. You have my word your dads death will be quick and he will be buried properly. You also have my word you will be safe. If you ever need anything and cant get a hold of a SON you can call me and I'll make it happen" stated Angel as he handed a folded piece of paper to Cori before patting her knee and heading out of the house.

*Thanks for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!*

#sons of anarchy #ravennasmasterlist #juice ortiz #soa fanfiction #ravennasoc #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfiction #happy lowman #happy lowman fanfiction #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes #ez reyes

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the-cult-of-riley · 2 months

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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Three)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: We finally get some Charlotte POV! I hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. It's gonna be a long ride lmao

Placebo - Purify

Spacial awareness. So much confusion And it's so difficult to harness But then I look at you, nimble and righteous And then I look at the floor: we made a fine mess

My kiss Can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs? And on the nape of your neck?

Are you a temple? Are you a temptress? There's too much choice, the possibilities are endless So wash away my sins, give me catharsis! Re-magnetize my moral compass

My kiss Can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs? And on the nape of your neck?

Your touch, I cannot regret! I love the shape of your mouth and the back of your head

You're so my kind Erotic and divine! I gotta testify To how you purify

To me you're more than a human You're more complex You're like a fallen angel Who uses God as a hex

My kiss Can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs? And on the nape of your neck?

Your touch, I cannot regret! I love the shape of your mouth and the back of your head

You're so my kind Erotic and divine! I gotta testify to how you purify

The next morning, Charlotte woke up with her body aching. Her bleary eyes fluttered open, confusion washing over her at the unfamiliar room in her sleepy state. Someone lay behind her, but the arm over her waist felt heavier than what she was used to. She glanced down at it, seeing a thick forearm draped over her naked body, sheets pooled at her hips. Ah yes, Simon. How could she forget someone like him?

She felt so many things at once as she remembered the mind blowing night she'd had with him. It had been an experience and she was 100% positive that he'd ruined her for other men now. She wasn't quite sure she'd ever find someone who could make her feel like he had. It had been way out of character for her to just go home with a stranger and in hindsight, he could have been a serial killer or something. Yet there had been something so alluring about him that at the time, she figured it was worth taking that risk.

The idea that someone as devilishly handsome as Simon was remotely interested in her made her head spin, but the night before proved he was indeed interested. She had no idea what it all meant if she was honest, so out of her depth that it made nerves bloom in her belly. Just because he allowed her to stay the night didn't mean he wanted her to stick around, maybe he just didn't want her walking home late at night. She really hadn't expected to find herself here when she'd ran out of the club after catching her boyfriend and best friend eating each other's faces in a bar.

The thought of Ethan made all good feelings leave her body in an instant. She wasn't stupid, she knew the relationship was on the outs and she'd been just as guilty about not doing anything to try and resolve it. The betrayal however, was another story. She'd known Jessica since she left school and got her very first job. It had been at Asda and Jessica, one year older than Charlotte, had taken the girl under her wing. Even after Jessica left to go work at an estate agent’s and Charlotte left to bounce around from shitty job to shitty job, they'd stayed best friends. Even when Charlotte had met Ethan a year later, she made sure to never neglect her as a friend and now she finds out they'd been seeing each other behind her back for over a year. Conveniently around the time that jobless Ethan had accepted a job working with Jessica. She should have known then something was up, given the lazy piece of shit was happy to not work and live in Charlotte's tiny studio apartment for free.

She knew she needed to go back and pack up all his shit. That was her place, no matter how shitty it might be and she wasn't having him mooching off her anymore, not now she knew the truth. Her stomach churned at the thought of him already being there when she got home. She really didn't want to see him. She wasn't even sad their relationship was over, if anything it was kind of a relief getting rid of him. She hadn't been happy in a long while, but all the lying to her face when the pair of them were probably laughing at her behind her back stung deeply.

A large part of her wanted to stay in bed, wrapped in Simon's arms. He was so warm and comfortable and she couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed someone's company so much, let alone a technical stranger. She knew she had to put her big girl knickers on though. She needed to get home before Ethan (hopefully) and get rid of his shit so she could get closure. She lamented the fact that she probably wouldn't see Simon again. She couldn't bring herself to wake him to say goodbye, too embarrassed in case he wanted her to slip out without a trace.

She gingerly moved his hand off her, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, glancing around the room. Her eyes flit to her dress that was in a heap on the floor, her knickers across the room and her boots neatly near the bed, socks tucked in them. It was so sweet it made her sigh deeply at the idea of it being a one off. Ethan had never taken such care of her and she wasn't just thinking about the earth shattering orgasms she'd been given either. As much as she'd had fun, she had to go back to reality.

She sat there for a long moment just thinking about how quickly her life unravelled. She was stupid for thinking it was ever put together in the first place, she should have known better. She was startled out of her miserable thoughts when a large and warm hand settled on her bare back. Her head whipped to the side, seeing Simon laying on his side, watching her carefully with sleepy eyes and a hand tenderly on her back.

“What's on your mind, love?” He rasped, voice thick from sleep and her heart faltered in her chest for a moment. Who the hell was this man and how dare he exist. Why did he sound like he actually cared? He still looked as handsome as she remembered him, even mussed from sleep, and she found it completely unfair since she probably looked like a troll right now.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you,” she deflected quietly, giving him a sheepish smile.

“It's alright…” he replied as his dark eyes glanced over her face in a way that made her feel warm. He sat up, scooching over to sit closer to her with his hand still pressed against the skin of her back. His thumb moved in small circles, a soothing motion that she leant into. His other hand came up to her face and it made her stomach clench almost painfully as he cupped her cheek, moving her face to look at him as those deep brown eyes seemed to assess her.

She felt like she could get lost in those eyes. They were so dark, yet up close, she could see how rich they were. Hues of green and amber catching in the light of the morning that shone through the window. Her stomach felt funny as they stared at each other, a sensation similar to the time she went on a rollercoaster for the first and only time.

“I should… I should go home,” she murmured regretfully. She really didn't want to leave but she didn't want to make this more awkward than it needed to be. She felt something between them but for all she knew, he didn’t feel the same way. Why would he? He was so stupidly handsome it was almost painful and she hadn't been enough to keep her ex interested who was average on the best of days. The only reason she latched onto Ethan was because she was young and desperate to feel cared about, never having felt affection in her miserable life. Simon's hand dropped from her face at her words and her stomach dropped. That warmth in his eyes never left though, the hand on her back still glued to her.

“Alright,” it was a simple word and his tone was slightly guarded. She wondered if she was imagining the disappointment she heard, or maybe she was projecting.

“I need to pack up all of… his things. I don't really wanna deal with him but I want him out of my apartment,” she explained, careful with her wording as she remembered his reaction the night before to her using Ethan's name.

She cringed inwardly remembering it, feeling heat nip at her cheeks. She couldn't believe she turned into one of those people. The ones that mention their ex when in bed with someone new. He'd seemed angry about it and maybe it shouldn't have turned her on a little, the way his eyes had flared dangerously, how his tone turned hard.

The hand on her back slid up and up and up, all the way to the back of her neck until it was on the base of her skull, his fingers tangled in her hair, fingertips rubbing her scalp and she was powerless to stop the delighted hum from leaving her lips. Her head tilted back, pressing against his fingers more as her eyes fluttered closed. A cat getting a head rub.

A noise rumbled in the back of his throat. It was rich and deep but she could spare no thought on translating what it meant when he was massaging her head like this. It was such an affectionate gesture and she was soaking it up greedily.

“Want me to come with?” He asked simply and when she opened her eyes, head still tilted back against his hand, he was watching her with rapt attention.

“Like a bodyguard?” She asked with a wry smile, watching how his lips quirked up ever so slightly.

“Somethin’ like that,” he replied, removing his hand and causing her to pout.

“I couldn't ask you to do that. You've probably got better things to do than be my emotional support handsome stranger,” she sighed and he snorted at her, shaking his head.

“Not askin’, I'm offerin’... And I'd like to think after last night that we aren't strangers,” he murmured and his eyes quickly swept over her still naked form in such a way that she felt a deep heat spread into every part of her body.

“I guess you're right. You played my body like a fiddle, got to know me pretty well,” she mused softly, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. He chuckled at her as he moved around her off the bed and she could do little else but stare at him in all his glory.

He was built like a god. Like one of those marble statues of Greek gods that belonged in a museum. Her eyes raked over his broad back as he went about getting himself some clothes, her eyes dragging all the way down to his firm arse cheeks. The sudden urge she had to sink her teeth into them made her cheeks flush.

“See somethin’ you like, love?” He drawled knowingly as he turned back around. He had a clean pair of boxers in his hand but she was more engrossed in his ridiculously large and hard cock that seemed like it was staring at her. How that had fit inside of her was beyond her.

“Do you?” She countered quickly, a teasing tone to her voice as she trailed her eyes back up to his face.

“See somethin’ I really like,” he answered easily, eyes roaming over her as his expression turned wolfish.

She stood from her place on the bed, padding over to him and enjoying the way fire burned bright behind his deep dark eyes. She wasn't sure where this confidence came from, how he instilled such confidence she wasn't used to. He watched her intently as she stopped in front of him, dropping to her knees with a dull thud that was muted by the carpet. He didn't say anything but she saw how his breathing hitched as she looked up at him through her lashes.

She wished she could come up with something sexy to say but this whole thing was far too new for her. It didn't come naturally to her like it seemed to do for him. Instead, she decided to just go for it and grasped his throbbing cock, leaning forward to lick the tip teasingly. He let out a low moan, his hands going to her hair as he gathered it out of the way in a makeshift ponytail in his hands.

“Fuckin' hell,” he murmured quietly and her lips tugged up a little. There was something so powerful feeling about making a man like this weak for her. She kept her eyes on him as she properly took him into her mouth. He was so long and thick, there was no way she'd be able to take him in all the way. The moan he graced her with made her wet instantly and she wasted no time in bobbing her head up and down on him. She used her hand to cover the base, where he was just too big for her to reach. She loved watching his face as she pleasured him. His jaw was hanging open, a blissful look on his ruggedly handsome face.

“Such a good girl, love,” he praised in a low voice and she moaned around him, the warmth of his words making her pick up her pace and suck on him more greedily. He gasped, hips bucking into her mouth a little as his grip on her hair tightened.

“Fuck… ain't gonna last much longer if you keep that up,” he rasped. She wasn't sure if it was a warning to slow down or keep going, but something curled in her belly at the thought of having him at her mercy like this. To be the one making him feel so good. To make him lose his control. She wanted to make him cum, wanted to blow his mind like he had hers.

She took him in as deep as she could, eyes stinging with tears as the tip hit the back of her throat and it spasmed around him. He let out a desperately loud moan, sounding surprised by the sudden sensation but it seemed to be all she needed to do to push him over the edge. He pushed on the back of her head a little, forcing her on his cock for a moment longer as he gasped, pumping into her as he spilled himself down her throat and she swallowed every drop.

He used the grip on her hair to pull her off him the second he was done, allowing her to catch her breath. She hadn't expected the roughness at the end but she felt how slick between her thighs was. She'd really enjoyed it. Her chest heaved as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a burning feeling stirring inside of her at the look he was giving her. The hold on her hair loosened and he rubbed his fingers on her scalp soothingly, his heavy lidded gaze turning her inside out.

“You're bloody perfect,” he mused and she felt the blush creep up her entire body at his words, a shy smile on her lips. No one had ever called her perfect before. She knew it wasn't true, no one was perfect. Not even Simon, who she was sure was as close to perfect she'd ever seen, was perfect. It was an impossible standard to be held to. Yet when he said it, he sounded like he meant it and it made her stomach clench.

His hand let go of her hair, hand trailing to her cheek before his thumb swiped over her lower lip. She could do little else but stare up at him from her place on the floor, as if she was in a trance. He pulled away, grabbing her arm and tugging her to her feet. She felt drunk almost and she wasn't sure just what about this man made her feel this way. The feeling only intensified when he leaned down, his lips hovering over hers and making her feel desperate to feel them.

“Your turn, love,” he purred, still denying her the kiss he was dangling in front of her.

“You don't have to,” she replied, leaning on her tiptoes to try and chase his lips but he pulled away. His eyes narrowed a little, head tilted as he looked at her. She could tell he was about to argue with her so she cut him off before he could try.

“Really, it's fine. It was payback for last night,” she shrugged but his eyes only narrowed more.

“You not want me to?” He asked, a wariness to his tone that made her brows furrow. The moistness between her legs was proof enough that she did want him to.

“It's not that… I just… you don't need to. I don't expect it. I don't wanna be-” she started rambling sheepishly.

“A burden?” He cut in knowingly and her mouth snapped shut. She wondered just when this basically a stranger figured her out so well. It was disconcerting. She gave him another sheepish smile as she blinked up at him.

“Maybe,” she snorted self deprecatingly and he rolled his eyes. His hand went to her throat but it wasn't tight. She could feel her pulse fluttering against his hand as he used his gentle grip to crowd her to the wall, pinning her against it. She stared up at him like he was the second coming of Christ, unable to tear her gaze away.

“You want me to touch you, sweetheart?” He asked roughly, still denying her the kiss she wanted. His face was dangerously close to hers and she felt her heart quicken at his words and tone. The desire to tell him he didn't have to was dulled to silence as her body flared up at his touch. She nodded, lips parted and pupils blown wide as she blinked up at him.

“Need your words, Charlotte,” he demanded and it only made her clench her thighs together tighter.

“Yes… please,” she whispered, remembering her manners since he was about to do her a favour and all.

His eyes darkened at her plea, the hand not wrapped around her throat trailing down her body until he reached between her legs. She parted them for him as if on instinct, a soft gasp leaving her lips as his fingers toyed with the slick waiting for him.

“So needy, love,” he drawled and the roguish smirk on his face made her knees feel weak. He sounded so smug about her reaction to him. Her head hit the wall with a quiet thud as she moaned, feeling his fingers rubbing slow circles around her clit. It was enough to make a wave of pleasure rush over her like a stream of water but not enough to push her to the roaring rapids she knew were waiting for her.

“Simon, please,” she begged helplessly, writhing against his hand to desperately search out more friction. He was such a tease and he was good at it.

“Gotta tell me what you want,” he ordered, his breathing ragged as he watched her squirm against him and the wall, her face flushed and eyes wide. She opened her mouth a few times, finding it hard to form the words. She didn't like asking for anything but she guessed that was the reasoning for his torture. As if he could see the struggle on her face, he spoke again.

“Can't help you if you don't tell me,” his tone was teasing, goading, and she whined, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Please,” she whispered, feeling the heat burning her cheeks. She felt him lean in, his lips brushing the skin of her cheek.

“Please what?” He smirked against her and she wanted to hit him, but the feeling of his fingers lazily toying with her clit had her helpless to his mercy.

“Please go faster. Please make me cum,” she asked quietly, embarrassment burning through her entire being. He moaned though, the noise soothing the wounded ego she was suffering and she didn't have time to think about it because then he was rubbing fast circles around her clit. She was so soaked that his fingers glided effortlessly over it, so much pleasure washing over her so suddenly that she gripped each of his wrists so she didn't collapse into a heap. Pure relief tinged her loud moans, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as she relished in the feeling.

“See what you get when you just ask?” He asked darkly and when her eyes fluttered open, he was staring at her with rapt interest as she trembled against him. She was so close, she felt like she was dangling off the edge of a cliff, waiting to plummet to the bottom.

“You need to stop seein’ yourself as a burden, love. You’re special. You should be worshipped and treated like you're made of gold,” he murmured against her lips and his words pushed her over the edge roughly. She cried out, her whole body tensing as the pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave. She could barely register her needy moans over the roaring in her ears.

He kept touching her until her body slumped and she was glad when he removed his hand instead of overstimulating her. She felt like she didn't know what planet she was on and it wasn't helped when she watched him suck his fingers clean like he had the night before. His words snuck under her skin, working their way throughout her body and taking root inside of her. She once again asked herself just who the hell this man was.

“That was…” she trailed off with a soft hum, a delighted and content smile curling on her lips and it made him chuckle.

“Think you learned your lesson, then?” He asked, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

“Probably not. Might have to teach me again at some point,” she replied cheekily and he shook his head with a snort. Finally, he graced her with the kiss he'd been teasing her with and she melted right into him. It was slow and sweet this time and she enjoyed it. Enjoyed the warmth it stirred in her chest. When they pulled away, he watched her for a moment before taking a step back and she instantly missed his warmth.

“I don’t suppose you have anything I could wear? Feel like the walk of shame might be a bit too obvious in that,” she snorted, gesturing to her dress on the floor.

“Nothin’ that’ll fit you, but I’ll see what I can do,” he murmured, flashing her a smile that left her breathless. Fuck, he was so pretty. She watched as he slipped into his own clothes, some jeans and a black long sleeve tee that clung to him in all the right places. Her eyes were studying him intently as he reached in his bedside drawer, grabbing something that caught the light as he slipped it over his head. Dog tags.

“You're a soldier?” she asked, surprised. She wasn't sure why it shocked her, it made perfect sense now she thought about it. He glanced back over his shoulder at her as he rummaged in his drawers for something she could wear and she decided to at least slip on her knickers while she waited. She could change them when she got home.

“Army. Been in for five years now,” he supplied and she detected a hint of pride in his voice that made her smile.

“That's impressive. I don’t think I'd last two minutes in the army. I’d probably cry if they told me I made my bed wrong,” she remarked dryly and he huffed a laugh at her, walking over with a bundle of clothes in his hands.

“Bit sensitive, yeah?” he asked playfully and her cheeks flushed as she smiled with a nod. She was sensitive, she couldn't help it. Life hadn’t been kind to her and it left her self esteem in the minus column. She couldn't handle criticism well, always felt like a personal attack.

“Maybe,” she grinned and he smiled fondly at her. She took the clothes, examining what seemed to be a pair of black sweatpants and a large black t-shirt. He wasn't joking, they wouldn't fit her, but she'd make them work. She could tighten the drawstring on the pants and tuck the bottoms into her boots and the t-shirt would just have to swamp her. She’d look silly until she got back to her place.

“Thank you,” she murmured gratefully.

“Don’t need to thank me,” he shrugged, leading her out of the bedroom and showing her where the bathroom was.

Once he left her to it, she looked in the mirror and shook her head at herself. Her hair was all over and she didn't have anything to detangle it. She thought it was unlikely Simon had a comb or brush since his hair was so short. She used her fingers to untangle it the best she could and made it somewhat presentable. Then she gave her face a little clean. Luckily she wasn't wearing foundation as she splashed water on her face. She didn’t like wearing the stuff, it always sat too cakey on her skin so she never bothered with it. It was more eye make up she did to make her eyes pop more. She gingerly wiped around her eyes with some tissue paper she wet in the sink to make her eyes less like raccoon chic until she felt a little less of a mess.

A dark bruise sitting low on her neck caught her eye in the mirror and she felt a burning warmth settle in her belly as she gingerly touched it. Seeing his mark on her made her feel a lot of things, things she wasn’t quite used to and didn't know how to process. Slipping his clothes on, they felt so cosy and snuggly, the pants were massive on her but she tightened the string and stuffed her feet in the combat boots after getting her socks on. They didn't look too bad after that. The t-shirt hung off her small frame, almost looking like a dress.

She glanced at the bandada that had somehow stayed on her arm this entire time. Untying it, her arm didn't look too bad, not as bad as she thought it might. It still touched her how he’d looked after her at the bus stop, worried something bad had happened to her. “I’ve heard that before.” He must have known someone who’d been abused before by his words and it was touching to know Simon was out here looking out for vulnerable strangers if they needed it.

Eyeing her still kind of unruly hair in the mirror, she used the bandana like a headband, folding it up and then tying it around her head. She wasn't too bothered with the small bits of dried blood that would be on it, she hadn't been bleeding that bad anyway. Feeling tons better, even if she probably looked ridiculous in his clothes, she stepped out after doing all her business.

She made her way to the living area, glancing around the space after only getting a small glimpse the night before. She gravitated to the thin quilt over the back of the sofa just like she had the first time she’d seen it. It was handmade, clearly hand quilted. She wondered what it was like to have someone care about you so much to make something for you. Wondered who in Simon’s life cared for him so much. Her eyes wandered over the few pictures on the walls, noting what looked like his mother in some pictures. Maybe it was her. There was another man in the pictures too, younger looking than Simon but not by too much.

She took in what she presumed to be his family before her feet moved her around to near the kitchen. Simon’s apartment had an open plan living area and kitchen, the bathroom and bedroom behind respective doors for privacy. On the fridge was a scan, held up by a magnet. She wondered who the baby belonged to. Was it the younger man and the woman he’d had his arm around in one of the pictures? She couldn't help the curiosity, suddenly wanting to know so much about the random man from the bus stop.

“Put your dress in an Asda bag. Was all I had,” Simon uttered, walking in from his bedroom. He held out the Asda bag, her dress folded neatly inside, but before she could take it, his mouth snapped shut, eyes darting all over her freshly dressed body.

“You look…” he started slowly, his voice a mere growl, and she felt heat sweep up her entire being.

“Stupid, I know,” she snorted, trying not to feel too self conscious as she took the bag from him with a sheepish smile.

“Not the word I’d use,” he rasped and there was something rich and dark about his tone that made her blink up at him for a moment.

She was about to ask him what word he would use then but he gripped her jaw, crashing his lips to hers with such force that she yelped. She clung onto his shirt as he pushed her against the wall. It was so primal, so desperate and she surrendered herself to him instantly, kissing him back as she clutched his shirt. Simon was so animalistic she’d learned in the short time she’d known him, something so viscerally primal that it made her DNA scream out for him. She hadn't expected this reaction from her being in his clothes, she didn't think she looked overly sexy in a baggy t-shirt and pants way too big. When they finally separated so they could breath, she could feel the heat burning her cheeks as she looked up at him demurely.

“Should wear my clothes more often, love,” he murmured lowly and she couldn't help the shy smile that tugged at her lips. She couldn't remember ever feeling so desired before and she was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling. You’re special. You should be worshipped and treated like you're made of gold. Part of her was wondering if Simon was even real or if he was a figment of her imagination after all the shit she’d been through.

He placed a sweet kiss to her forehead that she hadn't expected and it made her smile widen. She wouldn't have pegged him for the affectionate type yet he kept giving her little affectionate touches that made her heart pick up.

“Shall we get goin’, then? I’d offer you breakfast but I’ve not got owt in,” he gave her a sheepish look and she gave him a shrug.

“It’s alright, I’ve got some bacon that needs eating in the fridge at home, could eat some bacon butties right about now,” she grinned impishly. The look he gave her almost made her laugh, it was so comical. He looked at her so hopefully, like the prospect of some bacon butties was the best thing he’d been offered in his life.

“Suppose I could make some for you too, say thanks and all that,” she added with a smirk and he rolled his eyes playfully with a smile.

“Charmin’ you are,” he huffed teasingly and she laughed. He was easy to be around and she liked that. It was easy to forget she’d only met him the night before.

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Stories To Be Told: PART 25

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A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: am i the biggest tease of all time? yes. apologies for making y/n less of a ‘reader’ character and more into an oc. just kinda goin with it now, cus im writing the story lol

WARNING: alcohol use (y/n is drunk off her ass), sexual themes (more mentions than anything else, and suggestive as hell)

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Then I kissed him.

Just like before, Azriel’s lips against mine felt like lightning. They were soft and pliant against mine. Azriel pressed back without hesitation, but I could tell he was a bit apprehensive. Why? I didn’t know, but my mate wasn’t rejecting me, so…

He pushed me up and gently away, scanning my face rapidly. “Angel, what do you think you’re doing?”

I smirked. “Kissing the most amazing person in this world~”

He scoffed. “You’re so drunk. Are you even going to remember this?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” I chuckled. “Now let me go you idiot,” I ordered, pulling his arm off my collarbone where it’d settled to keep me away and then I pushed forward to kiss him again.

I groaned, delighted when he reciprocated, licking my bottom lip. He did it again, and then leaned forward more to gently nip at my lip, causing a wild gasp to escape me. Immediately, he surged forward and crushed his lips to mine, tongue diving inside to rub against mine, and explore my mouth.

He groaned and then yanked himself away. “No,” he growled. “You’re drunk. I’m not doing anything with you drunk.”

“I want to though,” I whined, trying to capture his lips again. It’d felt so good to have his tongue against mine-

“Baby…” he purred, and moved to brace my head against his chest instead of being eye level with me. “We talk about this in the morning, but I don’t feel as if you’re in a state where you can consent to anything.”

I whined. I just wanted to kiss him, and maybe do a little more… Did he not want me? Was that it? My mate didn’t want me?

“Do you- do you not want me?” I stuttered.

He let out a sigh. “Baby, of course I want you. I want everything about you. You’re so fucking beautiful that I wish you weren’t drunk right now. But you are, and under a spell from that bastard I should’ve protected you from-”

“He’s an ass,” I giggled.

Az scoffed, the air from it stirring up the hair on my head. “I promise we can talk about this in the morning, alright?”

I sighed, nodding. A moment of silence went by.

“My head hurts,” I whined, feeling the killer headache coming on already, in addition to stomach pains. “And my tummy.”

“Do you need to throw up?” He asked, scratching at my head again in a comforting manner.

I shook my head, instead snuggling closer. “I’m okay.”

“I’m going to get you another glass of water just in case,” he hummed. “I’ll be right back.”

Then my warm pillow disappeared. I whined, reaching out for him as he got up to grab a refilled glass on my bedside table. The House, apparently, was also worried. I groaned, sitting up, head swimming as I gulped down that next water until Azriel, satisfied, set it back on the table.

He settled right back into his previous position, pulling me close and then, ever so gently, kissed the crown of my head. I hummed happily, snuggling closer. A dark, extra blanket settled over top of me, and from the feeling of it against my wings–it was Azriel’s wing. He laid it over top of us, curling it around the back of mine to provide maximum warmth.

“Sleep,” he ordered.

“I still don’t want to,” I complained, but settled into the gentle embrace anyway.

“Y/N,” He yawned. “Sleep baby. I’ve got you.”

I yawned, the thing completely involuntary. Yawns were contagious in the worst of ways. “Whyyyyyy~” I whined.

“I swear,” Azriel chuckled. “You are the worst kind of drunk. Sleep.”

“No you,” I laughed, grinning wide. “I bet you’re an affectionate drunk aren’t you?”

“That’s Cassian,” Azriel pointed out.

“Then how do you act?” I asked cheekily.

“According to Rhys, I get very… impulsive.”

“Mmmm,” I hummed, smiling. “I wanna see you impulsive now.”

“Maybe one day, now sleep,” He insisted.

“I don’t wannaaaaa,” I whined.

“Why don’t you want to?” He asked.

“Because going to sleep means seeing him again,” I responded.

Azriel’s hand stopped scratching my head, so I leaned into it more, making him start back up again. “Baby…” he hummed sadly. “He can’t get you, I promise. I’ve got you right here in my arms. Right under my wing and up to my chest. If you have a nightmare, I’ll still be here.”

“I still don’t want to,” I stated, pouting petulantly into his clothed chest.

“Sleep,” he urged. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. Completely safe in my arms.”

A sudden spark of emotion startled me, causing tears to come to my eyes. “I’ve never been safe,” I whispered. It was true, though. Except for those bare moments I’ve had with Azriel, nothing had ever felt completely safe.

“You are now,” he assured. “Whenever you’re with me, you are safe. Completely safe. I will protect you. I will love you, I promise. Sleep baby, I’ve got you all in my arms now. All bundled up and safe under my wing.”

I yawned, wiping my eyes on his shirt before settling again. “Okay,” I whispered.

There was a strong rush of emotion coming from the bond then, just a spark of a wild concoction of emotions. Sadness, mourning, regret, anger. Then it morphed into comfort. A surge of comfort that sent me humming contently and nestling just a bit closer to Azriel before letting my body relax at last. He continued whispering little things. Little phrases like “You’re safe baby” or “I’ve got you” that kept me feeling warm, secure and comforted in his arms. Sleep found me quickly.

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That morning, I felt like dying. I might as well be dying to be completely honest. My head was pounding with each beat of my heart, and I felt exhausted, in addition to some nausea. As I groaned my way into the waking world, I quickly decided that I was never getting drunk again. Hell to the fuck no.

I blinked open my eyes, startled to find the texture of a wing above me, blocking out the light, but my own wings were behind me-

Azriel was beside me. I settled a bit, feeling his arms around me and sighing in content.

Az shifted behind me, wiggling a bit and pulling harder at me so I was closer. I awed at the fact he was unconsciously pulling me closer to cuddle. It was adorable.

“Love…” I hummed. My throat felt dry, I noticed with a bit of discontent.

Azriel moved again, yawning as he stretched out a bit. His wing retreated from his position across me, folding against his back to reveal the morning sunlight coming through the window. “Good morning angel,” he hummed, voice rough from disuse. “Feel alright?”

“My head hurts,” I admitted. “What happened?”

“Rita’s ended up being a bit more than we bargained for,” he explained. He told me the story, and I winced at the parts I could recall. Most of it, I couldn’t. I did recall kissing Azriel (which I noticed he didn’t mention), and some asshole named Aaron, but that was about it.

“Do you feel… suggestive?” Azriel asked carefully. “Aaron had an ability…”

I yawned, shaking my head. “Not really. I think I’m alright besides this killer hangover.”

He nodded, sitting up more. There was a subtle thunk on the bedside table and Azriel scoffed, reaching over. I sat up, seeing the glass of water. “House,” I said aloud. “Stop being concerned, I’m fine.”

There was a clunk of another glass of water in reply. I scoffed, smiling. “Fine, be concerned then.”

Azriel handed me one of the waters, watching me drink it until it was empty, before setting it down. It disappeared after a few moments. I laid back on my pillows again with a groan, wincing as I accidentally crushed one of my own wings.

“Do you remember anything else about last night?” He asked carefully, laying down beside me as I resettled with my wings laying more comfortably. I leaned into him with a happy hum.

“I do,” I chuckled, smirking. “I believe that I kissed you.”

He hummed, a small smile appearing on his face. “And do you regret it?”

I scoffed. “Did you just ask if I regret kissing the most amazing person in this whole world?”

“Yes?” He replied in a questioning tone.

I rolled my eyes and rolled over more, planting a quick peck on his lips so fast that he couldn’t even react before I pulled away and laid back down. “No,” I answered, cheekily grinning at his shocked expression. “However,” I began.

He jerked his head to look at me with renewed attention.

I lifted a brow. “Nothing bad,” I assured. “I uhm, just have very little experience when it comes to anything past kissing. Figured you should know that.”

His brows perked upwards for a moment before he smiled gently. “Don’t worry angel. I’ll be gentle.”

My face lit up like a bonfire immediately.

“Does that mean you’d like to accept the bond completely?” Azriel asked, reaching over to scratch at my scalp. “If you’d rather wait, I understand.”

I hummed, leaning into his hand before replying. “I think I’d like to wait for just a little, but yes, Azriel. I trust you.”

He smirked, leaning over to kiss me, only getting as far as dipping his tongue in my mouth before pulling away, leaving me completely breathless. “Do you pleasure yourself?”

I shot him a shocked look. The kiss and then that question? Holy fuck. I might just explode. “I’m-” I hesitated. Then I sighed. “I’m not really good at it.”

A corner of Azriel’s mouth tipped upwards. “Alright angel,” he hummed. “I’ll teach you then.”

I tried not to betray a reaction, but fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d heard. Or read. The book characters could only be so good.

“I know how it works,” I burst out, feeling anxious. “I uh- I read some things.”

His smirk widened. “Oh baby, what kind of things?”

“You know exactly what things,” I growled, poking him in his stomach, grinning in victory as his torso contorted as he jerked from the forceful poke. “Don’t act like you don’t know spymaster.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Tell me what things you find interesting in these things.”

“Are you trying to make me share my kinks with you?” I deadpanned.

He scoffed, chuckling a bit in amusement. “Perhaps I just want to make sure your first experience is as good as possible. Impress you, you know? Now, tell me.”

I groaned, flopping my head onto his shoulder while blushing bright red. “Noooo,” I whined. “Never.” I poked him again, grinning as he let out a small burst of laughter from it. It seems I might’ve found one of my mate’s ticklish spots. I immediately wiggled my fingers over the spot on his stomach, reveling in his answering wheezing. He moved his hand to grab my wrist tightly.

“Stop,” he gasped for air. “I’m not ready for tickling this early.”

“Die then,” I growled, and leaped up on top of him, freeing my hands and straddling his thighs so that I could lean down, raise his shirt up and blow on his tummy.

He gasped and immediately was cackling as I continued my tickle attack. I moved a hand up under the side of his shirt, finding another ticklish spot right below his armpit on his torso. Desperately, he grasped at both my wrists again, panting heavily. “Baby stop,” he whined as I blew on his stomach again. “I can’t breathe-”

I grinned, sitting up finally. “Too much for my big bad mate?”

“You’ll pay for that,” he growled, sitting up more to reach around my back and hold me to his torso. “Now stop avoiding the question.”

“What question?” I asked innocently, still grinning.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you when I have you under me,” He ordered, his breath blowing into my ear sensually. “Tell me everything you want to try in those filthy books you read.”

“Or what?” I challenged.

“Or I might very well trail my hands up and make you,” He threatened, hands moving an inch up my torso, toward the base of my wings. My breathing hitched at the thought of him running his hands down the membrane.

“Tell me sweet girl,” he whispered.

I gave in so fucking fast. I couldn’t help it. I told him about a few scenes of characters in books, mentioning specific things that I might enjoy. He didn’t reply, just rubbed absentmindedly on my lower back. When he tipped his hands up under my shirt, I stuttered so bad that he just laughed. I gave him the glare of the century.

“Oh baby, do you not like it?” He teased me. “I can always stop…” he began removing his hands.

“No!” I cried out suddenly, gripping him harder and squeezing my thighs together around his. “Don’t stop,” I amended quickly, embarrassed by my reaction.

Azriel smirked and leaned his head into the nook between my shoulder and neck. “Tell me more,” he ordered, his hands going higher.

“Where was I?” I asked, trying to focus.

“I believe the man was just about to start eating her out,” Azriel said, breath brushing against my neck.

I blushed. Fuck, it sounded like a promise in Azriel’s voice. “Yeah-” I continued the story, trying to not get distracted- but just as I mentioned the man biting the woman’s neck, in a way that made her scream, Azriel licked up the side of my neck.

I choked on my next breath, unable to continue breathing.

“Keep going,” Azriel whispered against my skin, planting a gentle kiss on the side of my neck. “Did he fuck her yet?”

“No,” I croaked out, laying more limply against Azriel’s shoulder, trying to look around the room to distract myself from the gentle kisses Azriel continued to plant on my neck. “He kept edging her until she couldn’t see straight. Then he fucked her.”

“Mmm…” Azriel hummed, sending shivers down my spine. “Do you find that entire scene attractive?”

I swallowed before nodding against his shoulder.

“Which part is your favorite, baby?”

I gasped as he gently nipped at the side of my neck, feeling arousal spike in the air. Fuck, if Azriel didn’t stop, I was about to say fuck it to waiting. He paused, smirking into a kiss he planted right over the sharp pain. “I don’t know,” I admitted, burying my face into his shoulder, muffling my next response. “All of it.” It was an answer to me, myself, and I, and yet, Azriel seemed to hear it.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “I heard that angel.”

“Shut up,” I whined.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweet girl. I love knowing what you like.”

I whined uselessly into his shoulder, not sure how to respond, not sure if I could respond.

“Let’s go to training,” Azriel suggested. I pulled back just barely fast enough to see his smirk. So we dressed in our leathers… and went to training.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Nine

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Teen! Reader

Summary: (Y/N) decides to step in (as usual) and help Chloe and Lucifer. Then, they go out with their friends.

(Y/N), Chloe, and Amenadiel walked in the LAPD office with Mother Angelica, who was escorted by two other officers.

“(Y/N)?” said Lucifer, blinking in surprise as he saw (Y/N).

“Oh, hey, Dad,” said (Y/N). “Chloe gave me a ride here.”

“They were very helpful in the case,” said Chloe, nodding.

“Of course they were. Detective work runs in the family,” said Lucifer proudly.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes but smiled. “I think it was more like the nuns really liked me?”

Amenadiel nodded. “They like angels.”

“Again, I’m just kind of Celestial,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“I must admit, I’m a little confused about this. Nuns?” repeated Lucifer.

“They thought (Y/N) was the best person they’d ever met,” said Chloe. “They got the sisters to tell them a secret they’d been hiding for Mother Angelica.”

“Huh,” said Lucifer, looking at (Y/N) in surprise.

Again, they shrugged. They still didn’t feel…good? Kind? Holy? Divine?-enough to be an angel, but the nuns had liked them, so they supposed something was Celestial about them.

“I’m just happy to help catch killers,” said (Y/N). “I don’t like murder.”

“Profound,” said Chloe. “But I’d prefer if Amenadiel took over, now. He’s an…angel, so they will like him, too.”

“What about me?” huffed Lucifer. He was more than fine with (Y/N) being praised, but putting Amenadiel above him? By Chloe no less? Absolutely not.

“Lucifer, you met a priest, and he didn’t react like that to you,” said Chloe, crossing her arms.

“…Fine,” conceded Lucifer.

“Can’t I stay? I was kind of having fun,” said (Y/N) eagerly.

“You can stay in the building, but that’s only because I know you’ll ignore me and do it anyways if I don’t just say yes,” said Chloe. She had an admonishing but motherly tone, and (Y/N) shrugged at the truth of her statement. “But I don’t want you near a murder suspect. Amenadiel is an adult and can decide to put himself at risk. Ethically, I wouldn’t feel right doing that with you.”

“I fought an angel,” grumbled (Y/N). “I can handle a human.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” said Chloe and Lucifer at the same time. Surprised, they glanced at one another.

Amenadiel looked between the pair. It was clear that despite the slight fight going on, they still cared about each other, and the transition into the parenting dynamic towards (Y/N) was still going on.

“Fine, fine,” said (Y/N). They sat down at Chloe’s desk. “But I’m staying because I still want to talk to you.” It was their turn to have stern tone.

“Me?” said Chloe.

“You,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms. “Because I get to handle all of your bickering.”

Chloe and Lucifer looked away from one another, and Amenadiel nearly chuckled at the way (Y/N) rolled their eyes.

“Go and get the confession so we can talk,” said (Y/N), shooing Amenadiel and Chloe towards the interrogation room.

“I do have a job to do,” said Chloe, eager to escape the intensity of (Y/N)’s gaze.

She had seen (Y/N) handle problems (and heard of incidents with them “handling” people like Michael), so they knew they were going to talk about the “gift from God” issue, and that made her nervous. She needed an excuse to get away.

“I’ll assist,” said Amenadiel, following her.

“What are you going to speak the Detective about?” asked Lucifer, confused.

“You get to stay on Earth, so you two shouldn’t be fighting,” said (Y/N), folding their arms. “This whole ‘gift from God’ mess is just people not communicating again, so I’m gonna force it to work out.”

“…I believe Dr. Linda would argue that forcing things to work out isn’t the best course of action,” said Lucifer. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes at him, and he cleared his throat. “But I am…honored that you’re willing to help me.”

That was the truth. Lucifer wasn’t sure what to say to Chloe, and he suspected any explanation he tried to give would just upset Chloe. But (Y/N)…they seemed to understand people. Yes, they could be abrasive, but they were a natural mediator. They were willing to say and do what was needed.

And Lucifer couldn’t be prouder of them for it. That was his kid. He loved them.

Unfortunately, that first day, Chloe didn’t have time to talk after her interview. She and Amenadiel had to follow more leads to try to figure out the case. Lucifer, still sullen his brother had been chosen for the case, returned home, and (Y/N) followed because sleep was important. (And Chloe got to escape her own interrogation).

However, (Y/N) was stubborn as much as Lucifer was and could wait as long as it took Chloe to finish her case to speak to her. So when (Y/N) learned on the news that the culprit had been caught and arrested, (Y/N) instantly headed back to the LAPD. Chloe wasn’t avoiding this. (Y/N) wanted her and their Dad to make.

“Chloe?” said (Y/N) as they entered the LAPD office.

“Oh, (Y/N). I wasn’t expecting you,” said Chloe, looking up from her paperwork.

“I said I wanted to talk, and I was serious,” said (Y/N).

“I have—”

“—I waited for you to catch the perpetrator, but paper work can wait. You and my dad’s relationship can’t,” said (Y/N). They took a deep breath and spoke more softly. “Please. Just give me a chance to try to explain what I think about this.”

Chloe bit her lip. She was still upset about being a gift from God, but (Y/N)…they looked so sincere, so vulnerable. She nodded. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

In the quiet office, (Y/N) and Chloe walked to an interrogation room.

“Alright,” said (Y/N), sitting down across from her. “How are you feeling?”

“…It’s all a lot,” said Chloe. “It has been since I learned Lucifer really is the Devil.” She sighed. “It seems adults don’t take it well, no matter how much we try.”

(Y/N) nodded and shrugged. “It’s a lot. I get that. That’s okay. But, Chloe, you learned how to deal with Lucifer’s identity because you realized he’s still him, right?”

“I did,” said Chloe. “And I’m very sorry for doubting that.”

“He knows,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But now you’re not sure about the ‘gift from God’ idea.”

Chloe looked down. “I just…how am I supposed to feel about how I…feel about him with all of that affecting how I see him?”

“I don’t think it is,” said (Y/N) plainly.

Chloe raised her eye and frowned. “What?”

“The nuns liked Amenadiel, right?” said (Y/N).

“Yeah. Because he’s an angel,” said Chloe. “Like you.”

“I’m not—Whatever,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes. “The point is, everyone is thinking they like Amenadiel because of who he is, not because he’s just likable.”

“Yeah,” said Chloe.

“Which makes sense because he’s divine. He’s an example of what they have faith in, so they feel their faith in him. They see a reflection of their feelings and beliefs,” said (Y/N).

“Right….” said Chloe slowly, confused about where (Y/N) was going.

“Haven’t you realized that it’s the same with Dad?” asked (Y/N). “People are drawn to him because he represents their deepest desires. They see their own feelings in him, and that’s why he can charm so many people.”

“Yeah, and that’s the problem,” said Chloe. “I don’t…I don’t want that to be why I care about him.”

(Y/N) resisted the urge to roll their eyes. Why did God make adults idiots? “Chloe, why do you like my dad?”

“He’s hard working. He tries to do the right thing, even when he gets it wrong. He gives people second chances. Lucifer’s nicer than people give him credit for. He’s sarcastic, but he’s loyal,” said Chloe.

“Does any of that have to do with what you desire outside of what anyone would want in a friend or partner?” asked (Y/N).

“No…” said Chloe slowly.

“Do you see him as your desires?” said (Y/N).

“I mean, no. His abilities don’t work on me,” said Chloe. “But that’s because I’m a gift from God.”

“Chloe,” said (Y/N), leaning forward. “You are the only mortal who sees my dad for who he is.”

“You—”

“I saw him as a possible family when I first met him,” said (Y/N), shaking their head. “I became immune to his abilities when we started to actually connect as family and I became more Celestial. You are the only person who could just see him from the beginning.”

“But I’m still a gift—”

“The gift is your ability to see him,” said (Y/N). “Because the only thing God changed about you was your immunity to my dad’s abilities.”

Chloe’s eyes widened. “So that means…everything else was just…me?”

Took her long enough. Adults. (Y/N) smiled. “I think so. You and my Dad have a more legitimate relationship based on actual feelings than he could ever have with another mortal. Even Eve just saw freedom, her own desire, in him. You just see Lucifer.”

“Our relationship is real,” said Chloe, a smile appearing on her face as her heartbeat quickened. “And his vulnerability…”

“Is because he feels vulnerable with you because you see him,” said (Y/N).

“What about his invulnerability around you?” said Chloe, worried there was a flaw in (Y/N)’s thinking.

“He’s my dad. He wants to protect me,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “That means he remains unable to be hurt. So he can protect me.”

Chloe nearly laughed. It all made sense. A large weight lifted from her shoulders.

“So, do you think you guys can actually talks things out now?” asked (Y/N), more hesitant now. Logic they could do, but they weren’t sure about how Chloe still felt.

“I think so,” said Chloe, smiling. “Thank you, (Y/N). I’m going to talk to him now.”

“Good for you guys,” said (Y/N). “I’ll be out with my friends tonight, anyways.” They stood and headed towards the door. “Bye, Chloe. If my Dad acts stupid, just slap some sense into him.”

“(Y/N),” said Chloe, and (Y/N) paused and looked back. “I know you don’t believe it, but I think Amenadiel and Lucifer are right. You’re an angel.”

“I’m just trying to help out,” said (Y/N).

“Exactly,” said Chloe, smiling.

(Y/N) blinked, turned away, and walked out of the LAPD office. Outside, their friends were waiting in the car.

“What’s that look on your face for, Birdie? Did the discussion not go well?” said Em as (Y/N) entered.

“No, it went well,” said (Y/N), frowning. “I just got called an angel a bunch.”

“Aren’t you technically one?” said Olive.

“Technically they’d be the antichrist, correct?” said Leon.

“I don’t know,” said (Y/N) evasively.

“I think you’re an angel. An actual one, unlike Michael or Uriel,” said Em.

“What does that mean?” asked Noa.

“(Y/N) is an actually good person who tries to make the world a better place. That’s what an angel should do. Hell, that’s what God and the Divine are supposed to be,” said Em.

“Huh, I hadn’t thought of that, but (Y/N) does act like that,” said Marcel. “Even if they are rough around the edges.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “I’m just me.”

“Birdie, that’s exactly my point,” said Em, smirking.

“If you try to change my nickname to ‘angel,’ I’m throwing you out the car,” said (Y/N).

“I take it back, you’re a demon.”

Laughter went up in the car, and (Y/N) was happy to push all the thoughts out of their head. They knew who they were. They didn’t care about being anything more than themself. Why should they? They were just a teenager. That was hard enough.

(Y/N) sat in car next to Em. At the other window sat Noa, leaning over Olive’s shoulder as she drove. Leon sat in the front seat with Marcel on their lap. (Six people + five seat car = illegal sitting).

“So, shopping trip?” said Noa.

“Yep! I want to buy some new dresses for summer,” said Olive. She grinned. “I love sundresses.”

“Can we go to the bookstore?” asked Leon.

“Duh, of course,” said Olive.

“I want to walk through TJ Maxx or HomeGoods!” chirped Marcel.

“I love those places. It has everything,” said Noa.

“You do not need more mugs,” teased Em.

“There are new Hello Kitty themed mugs. I need those,” said Noa.

“Sure you do,” said (Y/N) with a laugh, rolling their eyes.

“Well what do you want to buy? More fabric as always?” said Noa playfully. They knew (Y/N)’s habits well.

“You can never have enough,” said (Y/N) primly. “But for your information, I just want to get some clothes for summer like Olive. No idea what, though.”

“I’ll go looking with you,” said Em.

“We can split up after the bookstore to find what we need, then,” said Olive. “Noa, want to come with me? We already know Marcel and Leon are going to be a couple and go around the mall together.”

“You’re just jealous,” said Marcel. Leon smiled.

“Oh, yeah, jealous that you two are the ones who have share a seat with someone,” said Noa, rolling their eyes with a laugh as they pulled into the mall.

“I’m fine not being cramped,” laughed (Y/N).

“I don’t mind,” said Leon, hugging Marcel from behind, and Marcel blushed.

Em snickered.

“Alright, has everyone who bought books paid?” said (Y/N), checking on the group as they stepped outside of the bookstore.

Leon, Em, and Noa nodded and held up their bags.

“Okay, then I’m going to go browse stores with Em. We’ll catch up with you guys in…two hours?” suggested (Y/N).

“We’ll text if we want to meet up earlier,” said Olive, grabbing Noa by the hand and dragging them away.

“Have fun,” said Marcel.

“We’ll see you later,” said Leon.

Soon enough, it was just (Y/N) and Em walking side-by-side through the mall.

“So, what type of clothes do we want to find?” asked Em.

“I need some new shirts and shorts,” said (Y/N). “And I don’t have the time to make everything from scratch right now, so if I can find some good pieces, that’ll be enough. I can adjust them if needed.”

Em nodded in understanding. “I’m looking for a couple tops and skirts. Let’s just see what different stores have to offer.”

They wandered into the first store they found and began looking through what was on sale (clearance first. Always).

“So, do you think Chloe and Lucifer are finally going to get together?” asked Em as they went.

“I mean, I’d be happy for them, but I don’t like to think about my dad dating.” (Y/N) made a face. “Ew.”

“I’ve been here long enough to know that humans date and it’s normal,” teased Em.

“Yeah, but that’s my dad,” said (Y/N).

“How do you think he feels about the idea of you dating?” said Em.

“Someone would have to ask me out for that to even be a possible situation,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes. “And until my life calms down a bit again, I don’t know how good I’d be for someone else.”

“I’m sure someone who really cared about you would understand,” said Em.

(Y/N) smiled. “I hope so.”

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Closer Than You Think Prologue/Chapter 1 (Dean Ambrose X OC)

Keep in mind with this story that it's a bit of a reimagining, sort of a "what if" scenario if you will. What I mean is... the Shield never broke up nor did Dean evolve into Moxley and join AEW. In my perfect world he stayed with Seth and Roman.

With that being said, I give you Closer Than You Think!

Title: Closer Than You Think Pairing: Dean Ambrose X OC: Shannon Brock Summary: When a serial killer claims a number of victims including NXT wrestler, Shannon Brock's cousin, she vows to find the killer after she is bumped to RAW from NXT. Her cousin's lover, AJ Styles, appoints himself and the Shield—Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns—as her bodyguards.

Dean takes the task very seriously and doesn't let Shannon out of his sight, despite the game of cat and mouse they play with the killer. Can he keep her safe, or will the killer claim his ultimate victim?

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Extreme Violence against women; murder

Prologue/Chapter 1

Evil Is Born…

"When this monster entered my brain, I will never know, but it is here to stay. How does one cure himself? I can't stop it, the monster goes on, and hurts me as well as society…"

~Dennis Rader (BTK Killer)~

Being born was the biggest mistake I ever made.

I learned very soon in life that my mother never really wanted me. She reminded me all the time how she wanted a little girl but was instead stuck with a boy.

Things got worse when she left my dad. He took everything out on me. He was drunk every day of his life. And I was beaten every day of mine.

By the time I hit my teen years, I was completely filled with rage. I didn't know how to deal with it, so I did what many people in my situation end up doing. I would pick fights at school and bullied younger, smaller kids. This would result in my getting sent to the principal's office many times over. This brought about more beatings, of course. And I would grow even angrier. But there wasn't much I could do about it, except to bully some more. It was a vicious circle.

My dad died in a drunken car accident soon after I turned eighteen. I was finally free.

But not for very long.

After my dad was killed, I was glad to live on my own. Omaha suddenly became more peaceful to me. Quiet. I could do as I pleased. However, I only had about two years of freedom before sheer hell came on me slow and easy.

I met the woman I would marry. Her name was Debra. I met her one evening at the bowling alley where I worked. I can't believe how quickly I fell for her. She was beautiful. She had long, dark hair. Her ivory complexion accentuated her big, pale blue eyes. She was slender, but had curves in all the right places. She was the most sweet, and loving girl I'd ever met.

Debra just seemed like a dream. I thought I'd found the one woman who would show me that not all females were like my mother; selfish and manipulative. Instead, I had married a girl who was as manipulative as they come.

Soon after our wedding, her true colors came through. She cheated on me, and wanted to control everything. The money, the house, what cars we bought...everything. She was verbally abusive for the first several years of our marriage. And when she saw she could get away with it, she became physically abusive as well. She started out just slapping me. But then she graduated to punches and throwing hard objects at me. I wanted to hit her. I really did. But I knew I'd end up in jail, because who would believe such a beautiful, angelic-looking woman was abusing me? I wasn't going to end up in prison because of her.

Looking back, I should have just left her. But I didn't. I put up with her for five years. Why? I honestly don't know. I wish I did.

All I do know is I had a new rage building up in me. And I couldn't bully kids to soothe it away anymore. So, I found another way of unleashing my rage. I began preying on stray animals, and lost pets. I would collect them, take them out to the woods behind my house and torture them. It felt good to make something feel the pain and anguish I felt nearly every day of my life. The little creatures had it easy though. Their torture and pain only lasted minutes. I was enduring a lifetime of it. Soon, I ran out of victims. It seemed as though I had cleaned the neighborhood of strays, and caused the owners of their lost, beloved pets to lose hope. I even put the animal patrol officer out of business for the summer.

One night, I'd finally had enough. We were arguing about money, as usual, when she let loose and kicked me in the balls. I fell to the floor gagging in misery. I took the abuse as I always did, but in my head I was already planning.

I was going to kill my wife.

Over the next month, I added enough cash to my secret savings to get fake IDs, a used car under my new name, hair dye, and anything else I needed to make a clean get-away. I just needed to figure out how I would kill her. It had to be flawless.

I went out to the garage to think up the rest of my plan. I knew the time of my retribution was very near, and it seemed to ignite my fury. I was so angry just thinking over my sham of a marriage. I knew I wanted to do the most painful thing I could to Debra.

My eyes fell on some rope and picked it up, planning to tie her up with it. As my hand latched onto it, however, a roll of barbed wire tumbled to the cement, and I froze.

Barbed wire—even better.

I picked the spool up instead and realized then that I would have to work fast in order to tie Debra up. I figured, what with being bigger and stronger than she was, it shouldn't be difficult to accomplish. I smiled when I imagined the look on her face when she saw what I had in store for her. I had just finished polishing up the plans in my mind when I heard Debra's voice behind me.

"Dinner is read—Hey, what are you doing with that barbed—"

SMACK.

I spun around, slapping her right across the mouth. She fell to the concrete almost silently, too stunned to react. She just lay there sobbing quietly and holding her mouth. Then she seemed to get control of her pain and fear, and glared up at me.

"Never thought I'd hit you, huh," I taunted her. I moved fast and had the razor-sharp wire around her wrists in mere seconds. Reaching upward, I grabbed some wire cutters from a worktable, and trimmed it. She whimpered then as I pulled her to her feet, dragging her into the house through the kitchen.

I grabbed a knife off of the tiled counter top. Then I pushed Debra down to the floor. I could see by the trembling of her body, she was too frightened to run.

"Don't speak," I whispered to her. "Or I'll kill you slowly. I never want to hear your obnoxious, evil voice again. Am I clear? Nod if you understand."

A mixture of fire and fury shown in her gray eyes and she glared disdainfully at me. "You're not man enough to kill me," she growled at me as a small stream of blood dribbled out the corner of her mouth. She tried to free herself from the barbed wire, but discovered it was far too painful to struggle with.

"Oh, I am," I smiled at her. "Trust me. And I told you not to speak."

Fear replaced her fury once more as realization crossed her pretty features.

She cowered in the corner, and was unable to force down the sob that erupted from her lips. I stepped over to her and didn't hesitate in slashing up her face. She cried out and put her hands up to protect herself, which didn't stop me. It just angered me even more. I drove the knife right through one of her hands and twisted it. The sound emitting from her was like nothing on this earth. Finally feeling a little bit of relief I grinned.

"That hurts, huh?"

I then slit her throat deliberately slowly with the knife. But before she was able to die, I then, inch by excruciating inch, pressed the knife into her stomach and ripped it upward, savoring the sound of her flesh tearing and her crimson blood splashing onto the floor.

Finally I was free. I could start over.

Quickly, I washed off the knife and took it upstairs with me where my bag had been packed and hidden in the back of the closet. I shoved the murder weapon into the bag to dispose of later. I wanted to get the thing as far from the crime scene as possible.

Changing into a clean pair of jeans and black polo shirt, I tossed my dirty clothes into the bag to discard at another time and place as well. Looking around one last time, I hurried out the back door and headed into the woods. I'd parked my secret car about a mile from the house.

In about twenty minutes I'd be out of here for good. I felt a huge smile spread across my face as I thought of how well my plan had worked so far. I hoped the cops would assume I'd been taken somewhere and killed. Turning into a cold case would be perfect.

When I reached the vehicle, I tossed my bag in the trunk and got in the car. I grabbed the map I'd stashed in the glove compartment and plotted out a route to Albany, New York.

Why Albany?

I'd never been to Albany before. Never mentioned the place in my life. And I needed to be random in choosing my destination just in case the authorities were on my tail. I also planned on being frugal with my funds for a while. If I was discovered, I needed to be prepared. I wanted to be able to get up and leave in a moment's notice if I needed to. But I wasn't complaining. I was finally free. I was going to live life to the fullest.

And I did for a while.

Until my pesky little need to inflict pain on the female population returned, that is.

About a year had passed since I killed my wife. I was beginning to feel angry again—irrationally angry. The wrath I thought I'd finally buried, still consumed me. It had always been there, just under the surface. I needed to find yet another way to deal with it. I wanted to punish my wife all over again. But, of course, I couldn't because she was dead—long dead.

Nonetheless, the idea of retribution soaked up my every thought, and I was desperate to do something about it. I had an epiphany then, it all become so clear in my mind.

What difference did it make if I took my revenge out on my wife, or just women in general? Women were all the same anyway! They all deserved the torture I so utterly wanted to bestow on them.

I came up with a plan one night when I was flipping channels on my television and came across a wrestling program. I watched as two scantily clad women scuffled and frolicked around in the ring, completely for the men's benefit. I was repulsed as their breasts all but fell out of their tops.

And then it hit me—this was it!

I wanted to hurt any promiscuous, strong-willed woman and make them pay, because that's what I hated in my wife. Women had to always rely on a man to take care of them but yet treated them like dirt. They were manipulative horrible creatures, and they had to pay for it.

As I watched the two female wrestlers, I realized they were truly no better than Debra. Or even my mother. Their beauty was only on the outside, and they used their looks ruthlessly. They were doing nothing for society, unlike what I planned to do for the world. I would dedicate my life to ridding the world of their filth.

One whore at a time.

And what better place to start than in the wrestling industry? There were plenty of trashy women to slaughter.

I just had to find my way in...

And I did. I learned everything I could about the wrestling business. Then I entered into a school and learned to wrestle and how to referee. I even covered all my bases and worked with ring crews to set up wrestling rings and stages in arenas.

Thanks to all my training and preparations, I soon met my next victim—a young blond student wrestler. She wanted to sleep with me one night, so I obliged her. Right before I slashed her throat. I discovered sex was another way to dominate women. They had NO control over what I did to them. But I discovered one little problem.

You see, part of me wanted to rid the world of filth—and I still do. But I have to take care of my own needs first.

I find the idea of reenacting the killing of my wife to be very therapeutic. But if I want to feel as though I am indeed killing her again—over and over— I need women who resembles her physically as well as in her actions.

I need dark-haired women.

Blondes and redheads are not going to work.

At least they won't for now. Their time will come though.

I have my eye on the perfect girl right now. She is the spitting image of my burden. But I need to experiment with my craft first.

This is my art.

And art takes practice...

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