#being afab is a curse and i wish i was dead

[bvbygrl-writes]

Wrong House

Pairing: Stu Macher x Nerdy!Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: A step into wrong house leads to a night of the right fun.

A/N: I was not supposed to upload this tonight but I'm too excited about it. I'm not proof reading this long ass shit either so if something is spelled wrong use your imagination to fix it, mwuah! <3

Warnings: reader has afab anatomy breaking and entering, knife play, homoerotic themes (they kiss but nothing more than that), mentions of murder, eiffel towering, loss of virginity, coercion and ultimatums, rope bandage, panty kink, and panty sniffing.

THIS FIC IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.

(Y/n) was naturally an anxious girl but, with her parents out of town and the string of murders happening, she was on edge. She had every single light on in the house, the downstairs tv on, anything to make it seem as though the house was full of life. The reporters on the radio had told people to stay together and while most of the students in school had that option, she didn’t. Nobody wanted to be friends with the quiet girl who still wore Care Bear sweaters and could recite Star Trek lines from memory.

Nibbling the end of her pencil, she let out an exasperated sigh. She had been staring at the same math problem in her textbook for a good 45 minutes. “Focus, (Y/n/n), focus. If you do end up living through all of this, you’ll want to get into a good college.If you fail, mom and dad will make you wish you were dead.” she said out loud to herself, a sad laugh falling from her lips. At that same moment, her stomach began to grumble. When was the last time she ate? Reaching for the phone, she dialed the number to her favorite chinese food place. She loved it because the food was cheap and they were one of the only places that delivered something other than pizza after 10PM. 

“Alright, thank you!” she said, placing the phone back on the receiver. It’d be about a 20 minute wait, giving her time to focus more on her work. Sighing she sat back down in front of her textbook, staring at the page until the numbers started to blur together. “Well, that’s enough of that! I should get the money for the delivery driver seeing as it’ll be here in…” glancing at the clock on her wall she sighed, “Twenty minutes.” ignoring that face, she stood up, bunny slippers stomping over the carpeted floor to the piggy bank on her dresser. She pulled out a 10 dollar bill along with a 5 for the tip. But before (Y/n) could even get to her door, she heard a noise at the front door. 

“Th-that’s weird. There’s still nineteen minutes an-” she shrieked at the sound of the door bursting open. Every anxiety filled thought she had had since being home by herself was coming true. The blood drained from her face, her body growing light at the sound of the voices coming from the living room. Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as she turned off the lights and closed her bedroom door. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs put in perspective just how real this all was. She silently cursed her dad for never fixing the damn lock on her window. She might’ve broken a few bones from jumping, but that’d be better than being completely dead! Looking around her room she made the decision to jump in her closet, closing the accordion door.

She became aware of how loudly she was breathing, clamping her hands over her mouth. Her body trembled with terror. ‘Is this how I die? Alone, never experiencing friendship or love?’ Was this really the time to be feeling sorry for her lack of social and love life? ‘Well to be fair, this may be one of the last times I’m able to feel anything whatsoever.’ The sound of her bedroom door opening instantly made her mind go blank. The girl felt as though she was having a heart attack and honestly? She would have preferred that to whatever death she was about to experience.

“Are you sure this is the right house? This doesn’t look like Chelsea’s room.” A male’s voice remarked, the lights flicking on. She could see through the small slots on the folding door that there were two men. One had dark hair and a knife in his hand. The other one was taller with blonde hair and a backpack with god knows what inside of it.

“Yeah, dude! This is 345 Avalee Lane.” the other one exclaimed, an almost sinister grin on his face. The dark hair one made a sound that was a mix of a growl and a sigh.

“You fucking idiot! Chelsea lives in 348, we’re in the wrong house!” he pinched the bridge of his nose, kicking over the little trash can near her desk across the room. (Y/n) relaxed a bit. Maybe since they weren’t looking for her they’d just leave?

“Well at least no one’s home, we can just get out of here.” The blonde one rasped out, eating a piece of candy off of her dresser before tossing the wrapper on the ground. ‘Rude’ she thought.

“The lights and the tv were on. Someone’s definitely in this house. I’m going to go check the other rooms and you look around this one a bit better. We can’t take any chances.” The brunette exited the room and in the distance he heard the sound of different doors being opened. 

The blonde one began to hum, snooping around her room. He walked over to her dresser, opening up her panty drawer. A smile grew on his face as he held up a pair of white ones with a pink lace trim, shoving them in the back pocket of his baggy jeans. “Cute.” he said to himself (or so he thought). Walking over to her bed, he tossed the covers back before bending down to check under the bed as well. Next, he walked over to the cupboard of her collectable figurines, opening up the door. “Hm.” he shrugged before beginning to exit the room. She removed her hands from her mouth, placing them on the floor beside her as she let her body relax. However, before he could leave, she could see a lightbulb go off in his brain as he turned around walking towards the closet. The girl’s eyes went wide as she shook her head. As he opened the closet door, she couldn’t even manage to make a sound. A look of surprise made its way onto his face before he began to grin. “You’ve got cute little undies. Hey Billy!”

All (Y/n) could do was sit there in shock. She recognized this boy, he was in her art classes although he rarely showed up. Now that she could really see his face, he was quite attractive. Before she could delve into why she was letting herself think that, the other one (who she assumed was Billy) appeared right next to him. Although he had a scowl on his face, he was just as attractive. ‘Well, you always said you wanted a cute guy to notice you. There’s two! But you should’ve been more specific, huh (Y/n/n)?’ 

“She’s kind of cute in a dorky little way, ain’t she?” Stu commented as Billy used his knife to lift her chin. She didn’t dare stop making eye contact with Billy for fear of what he might do with that knife the second she did. He tilted her face around, examining it from all sorts of angles before he chuckled.

“She is. (Y/n), right? You’re the girl that’s always winning those sciences awards at school. We have AP English together.” he said in a calm tone. This was the strangest thing she had ever experienced. Why were they dragging this on so much when they could just kill her and get it over with?

“M-mmm-mhm!” she stuttered out, nodding her head ever so slightly so she didn’t cut herself on the blade. 

“Although I agree with my friend here, you still find yourself to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. See, I’ve got a plan and if I let you live, there’s a big chance you’re going to blab and ruin it for me.” he said, his words coming out through gritted teeth towards the end. “So unfortunately, your time’s up.”

“No, no please! I-I-I won’t blab and tell! I don’t have any friends or anyone to tell I won’t tell please! I promise!” she sobbed, begging for her life as he pressed the knife against her neck harder. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins, which would also explain the sensation happening between her legs. Fat tears continued to stream down her face. “I promise please there’s gotta be a way!” she continued to plead for her life, waiting for something, just anything to happen. Whatever it’d take for this situation to be over. However, she was surprised when the knife suddenly was no longer pressed to her neck. Looking up, she saw the blonde one’s hand had moved it away and he was whispering something into Billy’s ear. Their eyes kept flickering to parts of the room and then back to her before Billy gave a singular nod. 

“It seems my friend Stu here has taken quite a liking to you so here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to have a bit of fun with you and if we enjoy it, you live and we’ll be back to get you after we finish some…business. And if not, I’ll slit your throat right after we finish. Does that sound fair?” Billy said, tugging her from her sitting position to be in between the both of them. She nodded frantically, happy to have even a small chance of living. She knew they were probably going to kill her when they were done, but at least that moment was suspended for a bit longer.

“Wh-what do I need t-to do?” she asked, her heart racing as she looked up at the two of them. They were completely dwarfing her with their size, it was like being trapped between two incredibly hot trees. Stu grinned at her once again before stepping back a bit.

“Well you can start by stripping!” he instructed, phrasing it like a suggestion even though she knew it wasn’t. She nodded, taking off her cream colored sweater, sliding her Power Rangers pajama pants down right after. She began to hesitate slightly as now she was just in her slippers and underwear.

“Allow me.” Billy said, using his knife to snip off her bra. He started at the shoulder straps, taking a moment to stare at her breast before tearing the backband as well. She didn’t try to cover up, knowing her chances of survival would dwindle to none. He went to pull down her panties but Stu stopped him, shaking his head.

“Leave those on her.” he said, before getting down on his knees in front of her. Billy held her arms behind her back with one of his, peeking over the girl’s shoulders to see what his moronic friend had planned. What she didn’t expect was for him to bury his face into her underwear-clad pussy and sniff. Stu let out a low moan as he did, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He continued to sniff at her front, his nose nudging her clit through the fabric. “God that’s amazing. Looks like she’s enjoying it too.” he said, rubbing his finger on the wet spot forming on her panties. He gently pressed his fingers against the fabric causing (Y/n) to squirm a bit, a gentle moan falling from her mouth.

“Oh, that’s such a pretty noise.” Billy purrs lowly in her ear. Standing from the floor, Stu lifts his fingers up to Billy’s mouth and without thinking, he opens it. The girl watches in awe, her clit beginning to throb at the way the two men were interacting with one another. Stu slowly pulls his fingers from the man’s mouth, biting his lip as the other man licks his. “Did you want a taste?” he asks in a deep tone. At the same time, they both lean over and begin to share a passionate and heated open mouth kiss. Little moans and grunts fall from them, a gasp falling from her own lips as Stu grips at her waist, beginning to grind against her front, his bulge slotted between her slit. Billy mimics his actions, grinding his cock against her ass. She was glad the two were holding her up, because at the current moment she wasn’t sure if her legs would work. This was a whole new world for her. She had never been kissed or even touched by one man let alone two. The noises falling from her mouth were completely out of her control, the sensation of their rhythmic rubbing along with the scene of them kissing above her was all too much for her to handle. 

As though they could hear her thoughts, they pulled away from their kiss, turning their attention back to her. She hadn’t even realized that the knife was completely gone now. If she wanted to, she could’ve ran and gotten away. If she wanted to. Billy gripped her arms once more, beginning to walk her over to the bed. She felt her face grow warm at the collection of stuffed animals, causing her to look at the ground. “They keep me warm at night.” she defended weakly. Stu laughed, cooing at her before picking one up and turning it to face the wall, repeating the action several times with the other one.

Billy groaned, annoyed. “Seriously?”

“What? I know how the girls get about that sort of thing.” As Stu continued with his antics, the brunette reached for his friend’s bag. (Y/n) eyed him curiously, thinking he had changed his mind on their deal but was relieved when all he pulled out was a bit of rope. Wait, rope? He tossed it up and down smirking at her before positioning himself behind her as he began to tie her hands together. ‘This is better than whatever they usually probably use this for.’ She tugged at the rope, the friction causing a mild irritation from the action. He pushed her a bit, causing her to fall forward onto the bed. Her ass was in the air while the upper part of her body fell down due to having no support. She listened to the sound of belts and pants clambering before feeling the bed dip down behind her. At that same time, a pair of legs kneeled in front of her as well. She felt as a hand carded it’s way through her hair before tightening, lifting her face to be eye level with a cock. Peering up, she saw that it was Billy.

“Are you gonna open up or am I going to have to do it for you?” he asked, causing a bit of panic to flash through the girl’s (e/c) eyes.

“S-sorry. I’ve never done any of this before.” she muttered, causing a whistle from behind her. She could imagine the grin on Stu's face.

“A cute virgin?! How lucky are we tonight? Oh this is going to be fun. I haven’t popped a cherry in quite a long time.” Stu gushed, rubbing his hands together. “I can barely contain myself!” her panties were then pulled to the side, long fingers beginning to rub all along her slick covered folds. She let out a whimper, her knees trembling as he began to rub circles on her clit. As he slid a finger in, her mouth fell open which Billy saw as the perfect opportunity. Gripping her hair a bit tighter, he began to slide his cock into her mouth slowly. He stared down at her face, watching as her mouth began to struggle with the girth of him, tears falling down her face.

“You better stop with all those tears, I really don’t wanna cum this early.” Billy teased, beginning to rock his hips back and forth. He hissed in pleasure at her tight and warm little mouth, tossing his head back as he let out a guttural moan. Behind her, Stu had managed to work the third finger in, stretching and scissoring them around.Gripping her hip with one hand, he used his other to glide his cock along her lips causing them to both moan. “Hurry up, I wanna pick up the pace but I’m trying to make it easier for you.”

“I’m going!” and with that, Stu slid his cock in with one swift motion. His grip on her hips tightened at the same time her walls did as he fell forward for a bit, head resting against the small of her back. “G-god, oh fuck! You’ve got a tight little pussy, huh?” he said through gritted teeth, beginning to pound into her at an almost animalistic pace. Her pussy drooled around his cock as she continued to moan around Billy, choking as he also picked up his pace. Their thrust were alternating. As Stu would pull his cock out some, Billy’s would enter her throat deep, barely giving her a chance to get used to anything. She had already came around his cock twice, the feeling being overwhelmingly pleasurable. 

They were using her like a doll, holding her up and angling her just right. All she could do was sob and take it, the only thing on her mind was their cocks and her life. She didn’t even care if she was going to die after this, this was the best thing she had ever experienced in her life. 

“You look so helpless when you cry. God, Stu I wish you could see her right now.” Billy moaned out, staring down into those wet (e/c) eyes. Picking up his pace, he gripped at her scalp, full on skull fucking her now. His thrust had grown sloppy and so had his counterpart’s. 

“Tr-trust me, my view is just as good. I’m cl-close!” he whined out, reaching a finger down to rub at the girl's sensitive and swollen clit. (Y/n) screamed around Billy’s cock sending him over the edge. Pulling out, he coated her face and hair in a load of sticky white cum. Watching Billy stroke his cock over her face pushed Stu over the edge as well, causing him to bounce her back on his dick, whimpering as he came deep inside of her. 

The room fell silent and as (Y/n) came to her senses, the question of the hour came back to haunt her. Was she going to live?

“Are you satisfied, Stu?”

“More than, man.”

“Well..” Billy trailed off, stepping off of the bed. As Stu pulled out, she felt cold and exposed. Both men stood behind her, staring as the load of cum began to roll down the back of her legs. The brunette reached forward, grabbing her wrist rather roughly before untying her. “I guess you live. We’ll be back. In the meantime, get cleaned up.” the sound of the doorbell ringing caused the two men to look out the window, thinking she had somehow managed to get in contact with help. However, they both relaxed at the sight of the delivery truck on the outside of the house. 

“Make sure you save me some chow mein!” Stu said. The girl rolled over on her back, letting out a breathless laugh watching as the two quickly got dressed. Before they headed for the bedroom door, Stu took her panties off of her, sticking them in the front pocket of his jeans. 

“For good luck!”

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[corazondebeskar-reads]

of rage and ruin - chapter one

of rage and ruin series

chapter one

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werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader

word count: 3.1k

summary: Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.

chapter warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, a/b/o, alpha/omega dynamics, omegaverse, captivity, torture, canon-typical violence, genre-typical violence, horror themes, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, gore, abuse by captors (not by either joel or reader), death, murder of innocent people, typical raider/hunter behavior, mention of cordyceps, angst, no y/n, reader is able-bodied and afab with no specific descriptions, viewer discretion is advised

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

This is a werewolf omegaverse fic that uses traditional and non-traditional elements of the genres. It largely ignores TLOU canon.

DISCLAIMER: A plotline of this story involves unethical medical care and human experimentation re: vaccines. It may give anti-vax vibes. This is NOT an anti-vax story and I do not want any related discourse please and thank you. This is about FEDRA being the absolute worst, not about the real world in any way.

In a rare moment of lucidity, he thinks he used to be human, once. 

He’s partially transformed more often than not. Almost never fully, unless he’s under the sway of the moon. His real keeper. 

These raiders may think they own him, but he knows the truth. 

But lucidity is rare, and most of the time, Joel Miller is more beast than man. 

Most of the time, he doesn’t even know he’s Joel Miller.

No matter what, though, he’s a nearly uncontrollable force of nature. 

That’s why they keep a shock collar around his neck and tasers at their waists. That’s why they never turn their backs or leave him unrestrained. He fought like hell for a long time until he broke. 

No shame in it, he knows. Everyone breaks eventually. 

As the years have gone on, though, he’s been getting restless and snippy, less cooperative. And the pain doesn’t really matter anymore. 

Nothin’ really does when you’ve given up.

On the last new moon, when the wolf was quiet and the man was loud, he’d tried to refuse. He sat, buck-ass naked, on the gritty wood floor of the house they were raiding. 

He did not sniff out treasure like some fucking metal detector. He did not tear the humans limb from limb. He did not feast. 

He paid for that night and had the receipts to prove it, laid into his back from the silver-tipped whip. 

He should have tried harder to die at the start. 

He hadn’t understood right away, when they took him. It, frankly, didn’t even cross his mind that they’d know. Laura, the woman in the woods, had been so sure it was secret. 

He got it when they shot him in the leg with a BB gun, though, and the silver shrapnel burned. They were prepared. Silver-coated chains and cuffs, silver-tipped batons and whips and knives. Cattle prods and electric collars. 

They’d been hunting him. 

They tried to break him easy, first. They were looking for a wolf; didn’t know they’d find Joel Miller. They left him chained in an abandoned suburb, giving him just the minimum food and water to keep him alive. 

It worked to weaken him, but they didn’t want him weak forever. Not a very good guard dog or weapon if he can’t lift his head. So when that didn’t work, when he didn’t beg and plead or bend the knee, they gave up and bulked him back up slowly. 

So they tried pain next. 

He came to know the healing as a curse. They avoided the silver, at least at first, since it’d leave damage. But when they found out they could break his bones over and over and over?

That’s when he started to wish he was dead. What was the point, anyway? He couldn’t go back to Boston. Couldn’t risk himself around Tommy and Tess. 

Couldn’t kill himself if he tried, but they could, with their arsenal. 

Didn’t matter what he wanted in the end; his brain wouldn’t give in. It overrode his silent pleas, and it fought and fought and fought.

So they took him on a raid. Starving, chained under the full moon, and they waited. He couldn’t go far, but he didn’t have to. 

They brought the food to him.

“You’ve no control over it, huh?” Cheryl said after, leering into his “room.” They send her to play nice, but he knows she’s the worst of them all. They just think he’ll smell pussy and roll over. “We didn’t need you to kill them. You just need to scare them and help us find what we’re lookin’ for.”

They had him. He knows, he knows, he knows. He’d have done anything to stop it from happening again. From devouring tied-up families who dared to say “no” to Jim and his crew. From throwing up blood and bones and bows. 

He can’t kill himself. They won’t kill him. He had no choice. 

He broke.

This new moon, they don’t take him out to scavenge. No, instead, they drag him outside and spray him down with the hose. This, in itself, is not unusual. But when they force the muzzle over his snapping teeth to scrub at his skin with precious lye soap and a rag, he starts to get concerned. 

His suspicions are confirmed when they take him back inside. 

The only time he’s left unbound is here, in his room. Well. It meets the vague requirements for a room, but it’s also reinforced with silver-plated steel and concrete. Cheaply so, but enough to mute his senses and hopes. 

Usually, they wait until the grate is shut to unclip the lead. They wait until he kneels and offers his hands to unlock the shackles. When he’s been good, of course. 

But not today. Today, they chain him tight to the wall at the far end of the room. 

They’ve had this theory that he hates to admit is not without merit. Looking for another way to control him, they’ve tried to find him an omega. 

The first few times, they just forced him on them out wherever they’ve raided. Usually, he’s too out of control, and they don’t survive the encounter. 

The most recent time, they dumped one in his cell. But the poor thing still smelled of his alpha, having only lost them hours earlier. 

Joel didn’t react well. 

They’re trying something new, now. 

That he’s here while they clean his room is deliberate. He knows this. They’re purging all his scent from it, and they want him to watch, want him unsettled.

He growls when they remove his mattress completely. It’s a pathetically small, thin, hole-ridden thing, but it’s his. 

Before they drag in a new one, a flat pack of grated metal is tossed in the corner. Two of his captors go to work on assembling the contraption, and another leaves for a while, only to return with a sawed-off portion of his mattress. 

It fits neatly inside the cage. For that’s what they’ve constructed. It’s silver-coated, of course, but pathetically weak otherwise. If he truly desired, he could snap the bars as easily as bone. 

He’s not keen on having burnt hands, though. 

Just inside the front of the cage, they clip up a bit of cloth. He doesn’t need to be told what it is, knowing immediately after it’s extracted from the airtight glass Tupperware. 

They tell him anyway. “Got a new toy for you to try, if you’re good. For now, this is all you get.”

The heady scent of omega soaked into the panties permeates his room. 

He’s salivating a little by the time they finally release him, but he waits until the heavy footfalls echo from down the hall to give in. 

They smell divine. He can’t resist tasting, lapping at the tiniest hint of musk and omega under his elongated tongue. 

“Told ya he would have shredded her,” Jim says to Cheryl when they come in the morning with his breakfast. Joel’s in his mind enough to feel a little shame, back of his neck burning, when they see the tattered fabric. 

It’s clear they anticipated it because, along with his tray, he’s given a new pair. 

They’re not so appealing this time. The sweet scent is cut by acidic fear like vinegar through molasses. He ignores them in favor of his meal. 

He eats better here than he ever did out there. He’s worth more rations to the raiders than to FEDRA. Robust meals full of meat and eggs and potatoes. 

They need him strong, after all. 

It’s not until a few hours later that he’s drawn back in by the underwear. It’s not so acrid anymore. Or maybe it is, and he’s just in the mood. Either way, he buries his face in them while he strokes his cock and uses them to catch his cum when he finishes. 

There. That’s better. The mix of him with… whoever you are. 

When they bring him lunch, they make him put the panties on his old tray before pushing it out to them. He doesn’t burn with shame this time; no, he almost feels proud. Like a peacock fluffing out its feathers. They know now. They must. 

Whoever you are, you’re his. 

The next day, they bring back the same pair. He wolfs out a little at the fresh layer of you over his cum. It’s all fear and tears and disgust, but it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter at all, not to him, not to the wolf. 

All that matters is how his head fills with static when he licks across the gusset and howls. 

Cheryl’s looking pretty smug on the other side of the door, but for all that she’s pleased with the results; they still threaten to turn on the collar if he doesn’t eat quickly.  

He’s nearly fully wolf, gobbling down the food and returning to his treasure. He snarls as he strokes his cock, the head angry and purple as he tugs. He doesn’t spill onto the panties this time, not wanting to cover up the perfect combination of your scents. In the end, they’re shredded anyway, as his fingers stretch and break into claws. 

In his full glory, his senses are even sharper. Sharp enough that he can hear a faint sobbing across the building and Cheryl’s sharp laughter. 

“I don’t know,” she’s drawling when he tunes in. “He sounds pretty excited to meet you.”

The soft sobbing turns raw and cracked. He can smell the salt and phlegm, can practically taste it in the air. He’s aware of Cheryl, but nothing is louder than the way your heart is tripping over itself.

When Cheryl’s words sink in, when he realizes he might actually get to have whatever delicious creature they’ve gotten him, he howls again, a long, aching sound that creeps down your bones like frost.

Later, when he’s a little more present, he realizes they didn’t shock him either time he howled. It’s usually a guarantee. 

Whatever game they’re playing, it doesn’t bode well for you.

Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He wasn’t even worried when it happened. They’d been heading back to the QZ, him and Tommy and Tess, when a wild dog attacked them. 

Or, well. A wolf. 

Tommy had gotten a bullet in its head, but it had Joel’s arm in its jaw at the time. Its teeth had rent through his jacket like a spoon in a banana split. 

FEDRA would shoot him without a second thought, so they doubled back to the little cabin and hunkered down. Figured they’d lay low long enough for it to be hideable before sneaking back in. 

Tommy went out at daybreak for the carcass—it’d be leagues better than what they had in their bags. When he came back, he was faint and empty-handed. 

“...don’t make any sense,” he kept muttering, pacing the tiny kitchenette. 

Joel and Tess exchanged a glance. 

“Probably a bear took it,” she suggested.

Tommy ran his hand through his hair, shook his head, and did it again. When he looked up at them, it was through wild, unpredictable eyes. “Wasn’t a wolf. It was a man.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Joel said.

“C’mon.”

They followed him through the thicket, and sure as shit, in the same place the wolf’s corpse had lain was a man with a bullet through his skull. He was completely nude. 

“Gotta be a coincidence,” Joel muttered.

Tommy turned to him, eyes wide and hands shaking. “What kind of fucking coincidence is this?” 

There was a rustle, and they all turned, guns raised, as a woman peeked from behind a tree. 

She put her hands up and waited. Tess jerked her head to one side, and they lowered but did not stow their weapons. 

The woman was in a ratty cotton dress with no shoes; autumn leaves crunching underfoot. 

“That’s, um. That’s my husband,” she said softly. 

“Apologies, ma’am,” Tommy said, his face soft and sad. “But—I think he attacked us.”

Her green eyes grew wide, pupils dilating and breath catching in her chest. “Did you get bit?” 

Tommy and Tess instinctually looked at Joel. 

“What’s it to ya?” he said.

“Did you get bit?” she repeated.

“Was he Infected?”

“Not with cordyceps, no,” she says. She avoids looking at the body but flinches when she brushes a foot against a blood-soaked leaf. 

“What does that mean?” Tommy said. 

“I think it’s best we go someplace and talk.”

Against better judgment, they follow her through the words to her home. She claims to have two kids alone there, four years and six months. 

It turns out to be true. She gets them both down for a nap and serves hot stew. They try to refuse, but she insists. 

Tommy feels a little sick eating the food of a man he killed. They all listen, rapt, as she begins to speak.

“It happened a year ago. But it wasn’t an accident.”

When the full moon is two days away, Joel is nearing the furthest from himself. Same shit, different month, but his reactions to your scent are getting, well, feral. 

They’re bringing him strips of cloth, now. He gets a new one with each meal. He doesn’t destroy them anymore. Oh, no. When he’s clearer, he wishes he did. 

But no. He smells and licks and then jerks off with them. If only that were the worst of it. He’ll come to be mortified during the waning, but he starts to add them to the cage. It’s fairly saturated with the smell of him from his old mattress, but it pleases the beast within to line it with the sweet mixture soaked into the torn sheets. 

You’ll understand, then, the wolf thinks. You’ll know it’s safe for you. Somewhere he’s made, a den all your own where he can keep you. 

But you won’t know, because what you know is very little. 

When FEDRA started asking for volunteers to test vaccines, you didn’t hesitate. You knew the risks. And the rewards—room and rations for the length of the observation period, anywhere up to a year in length. You knew there would be a catch—probably many, but given that you rarely had a room or rations, it wasn’t a hard choice.

But this was the end of the world, and “informed consent” was not something that survived the outbreak. 

They worked in batches. A truckload of live bodies at a time. Sterilizing showers with the barest trace of privacy, dressed in stiff starchy scrubs, and led into little cubicles where nurses with needles sat in wait. 

A quick jab to the upper arm, and then you were off. The hospital was an old correctional facility, but again, for someone who hadn’t had a bed on a reliable basis, you felt only relief. 

Until the deaths started.

They didn’t even try to hide it. Within 24 hours of arrival, a fourth of your group was gone. Carted out in black bags marked with β and nothing more said. You watched through your window like everyone else. 

Someone came around the next day and drew blood from every remaining subject, and the tagging began after that. You could see the symbols on other’s doors, but not your own. α or Ω. What they meant, you couldn’t begin to guess. 

It started not long after. 

The changes.

At first it was so subtle, you may not have noticed, but a nurse came by each day to ask you a series of increasingly embarrassing questions. 

What do you smell? What do I smell like? What does your sweat smell like? How sensitive are your breasts? Describe your vaginal discharge. How aroused are you on a scale of 1-10? 

They began weekly tests. Blood draws once a week and daily urine samples, of course, but also hearing and vision. They made you run on a treadmill hooked up to wires. 

And then, one day, after six months of intensive observation, they moved you.

Or. They tried to.

You were exhibiting a specific set of side effects, they said. You were to be transferred to another facility for subjects with the same side effects for further observation. 

Raiders took out the truck halfway through the ten-hour journey. It was… it was a bloodbath, actually. For the FEDRA officers, anyway. 

When they had you all lined up, grippy socks soaking in the ankle-deep mud, well, that was when you all learned which symbol was on your door. They couldn’t keep the word out of their mouths. Omega. 

Not that it fucking explained anything.

One by one, a short blonde with a bob went down the line of you and shoved something up to each omega’s face. That’s it. It seemed to have no greater purpose.

But for some reason, when she pressed the cloth against your nose and mouth, she smiled. And they separated you.

Whatever that was had a deep, oaky musk, like the illicit brewery operating out of the warehouse you often slept in before the trials. 

They tell you nothing.

They make you sleep on strips of cloth, so you roll around in the pile as you toss and turn, rubbing your sweat and slick and pheromones all over. 

They don’t bring you anything of his, but you catch faint whiffs of him (him, always him, they never call him by a name), of those aged, liquor-soaked barrels, but all it does is make you nauseous. You don’t understand how you know it’s him; you still don’t understand any of it. 

You learn very quickly not to ask questions. 

They take him out on the night the moon is full and bloated, hanging over him like a searchlight. See, it whispers, I can find you anywhere. Anywhere. It doesn’t matter. If it didn’t, the wolf would find it anyway. 

He is not himself.

He is his truest self.

He is two or one; neither yet both. A monster movie mashup of fur and teeth and roughshod science experiments conducted by a doctor who wasn’t a doctor at all. He’s the monster’s victim. He’s the monsters’ monster. 

He’s the wolf and the wolf is him. 

He’s The Wolf and he’s swallowed Joel down. 

He’s the man, the weak link, buried so deep he can’t see the light of his celestial mistress 

He’s Joel Miller. Sometimes, sometimes. 

Tonight, he is gone. There is only the Wolf. 

And the Wolf knows. As soon as they cross the threshold, he knows. 

Dawn is rising, the hunt is over, but he’ll be the wolf for a while longer. And he knows that fuckin’ smell. 

It’s the saccharine sour mix of you. Heavy on your sweet apple undertones, and oh, he knows. 

You’re in the cage.

next chapter

*title from "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

😬 I've been working on this baby for a long, long time, so I will be drinking your likes and comments desperately. thank you for reading and i love you.

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⋆꙳✧༄ From Eden

꒰ ͜͡➸ In which Gojo finds his way back to you after being sealed away for 3 years - showing you just how much he missed you and not letting you leave the bed any time soon.

❖ Character: Gojo

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2648

❖ WARNINGS: sub.reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering, penetrative intercourse, creampie, mentions of a blowjob, reader getting called "baby" and "buttercup"

❖ A/n: repost | I'm aware he was only sealed for 3 days but let me be dramatic

It's been three years since the love of your life left your shared house. 1184 days since you last felt his lips on yours. 28.416 hours since you last felt his embrace. You were over it, you swore it up and down that you were over the man who so suddenly left - in fact you hated him for leaving without a single word, he didn't even have the guts to break up. All this time you thought he was just too much of a coward to break things off, to pick his things up at your place or even have a friend do it. But that's when you realized it, it's Satoru Gojo, he has a flair to the dramatic.

What you didn't expect one Friday night while you were having dinner was that the very man you tried so hard to forget was standing in your living room like nothing ever happened - or so you thought. He walked into your house unannounced like he owns the place, which he did three years ago but not anymore. Satoru wore a cocky smile although his eyes showed sadness "hey there, missed me?" He asked and his grin grew in size.

Your fork dropped onto the plate in front of you, the sound far too loud for the otherwise dead silent room as you slowly rose from your seat to walk over to the white haired man, shoving him lightly just to make sure you're not just imagining things - you dreamed of this scenario far too many times already. Instead of the empty feeling of air hitting your palm it was the soft fabric of his favorite sweater and the muscles beneath you could feel, tears immediately shooting into your eyes. "Satoru?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper and if you looked closely, that cocky grin of his fell for just a fraction of a second before he wrapped his strong arms around your trembling figure. "Now now, am I so ugly you need to cry?" He joked but his voice sounded strained, as if he forced himself to lighten up the situation

Before you knew it, you squirmed out of his embrace and shoved him away from you, much stronger than the push you gave him before and your sadness got replaced with confusion and this rage that built over those years. Three years he was gone, disappearing into thin air only to show up like nothing ever happened. "How dare you walk into my house like this?" You hissed, the fury in your eyes making him back off. "Do you even know how worried I was at first? When no one was able to tell me where you went?" You continued, backing him further into the wall with this blinding rage slowly taking over you. "But I don't need you Satoru Gojo. These three years showed me just how much better off I am without you" you spat, voice slowly trembling and while you wished this was the case, the truth was different. You still worried, day by day it was slowly driving you insane - missing the man that's now in front of you but you didn't want him to think that he can play with you like this.

Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer was now backed against a wall, utterly helpless as you cursed him out, screamed at him but when the tears started to run down your cheeks like little rivers and your fists, weakly balled into fists, came crashing down against his chest in a barely there punch he didn't stop you. He never meant to get sealed away, to disappear out of your life without a single word and everything you just said might have been unfair but he let you - he understood. He was cursing, screaming, crying and punching the walls all these past 1182 days of his existence, yearning to come home to you and your loving embrace, your arms - his home.

Another sob wrecked through your body and you fisted up the material of his sweater, your forehead leaning against his chest in desperation, anger, sadness and Gojo understood you all too well, yet he wanted to be your rock, your guiding light, the love of your life - your home.

With one gentle move he wrapped his arms around you almost too tight, fearing you might disappear and he wakes up all alone again. One of his hands rested at the back of your head as he brought his lips to your forehead, a wordless exchange between the two and you began to understand that these past 28,416 hours were out of his hands, that he didn't want to leave, that it was a situation out of his hands.

None of you dared to move for what felt like an eternity, eyes taking in the other person before hungry lips devoured yours. There was nothing gentle about his kiss, it screamed desperation, it screamed possessiveness and love as he pulled you closer which seemed sheer impossible, body pressed against body. His hands were fisting at the thin material of your shirt the same time yours were ripping at his favorite sweater, tongues eagerly caressing each other. "Missed you... so much" he whispered in a hushed tone as his kisses trailed down to your neck and leaving marks behind on their path.

The thought of you having moved on and possibly searching for comfort in another man's bed drove him crazy that moment. All the times he cried out your name in a strangled moan, fisting his cock to the memory of you played in his head and to think you were crying out another man's name in that time?

When your hands gently cupped his cheeks he seemed to calm down ever so slightly and you saw this possessiveness behind his eyes. "No one Satoru... I didn't see anyone else" you whispered with a little giggle, knowing exactly what was going on behind that thick skull of his.

You knew he couldn't tell you what happened in the past three years, not ready yet and you didn't push it, not yet at least. The time wasn't right, just grateful that the man you loved so dearly was finally back in your arms, you pressed your lips back to his, letting him know that he doesn't need to ask for forgiveness. Your heart never stopped loving Satoru Gojo and no matter how long he disappeared, this would never change - especially not if it's out of his hands.

The kiss grew needier with each passing second, the buttons of your blouse flying through the room from how he ripped it open. "Don't care... 'm gonna buy a new one" he mumbled against your skin, worshiping your collarbones and chest with his soft lips. He missed you so much all these years, wishing every single day to come back home to you, into your loving arms and now that he finally got you again, he couldn't hold himself back any longer, your legs easily wrapped around his waist as he lifted you up - ever as strong. Calloused hands were holding your thighs tightly while he walked to the bedroom with you, smirking to himself when nothing changed ever since he left the house that cursed morning.

You were placed onto the bed with utmost care, his tall frame hovering above you, legs still wrapped around his thin waist and he never once broke the kiss. The kiss was needy, the desperation and pent up emotions of three long years transferred onto your lips. His strong hands were roaming over your torso, still having memorized each and every curve on your body as if not a single day had passed since he last touched you like this - yet you could feel a slight tremble of his hands, excited to have his beautiful lover underneath him again, finally.

The moment he kissed down your throat, lips latching onto your pulse your hands were flying into his hair, raking over his scalp and gently pulling on these familiar white locks. "Careful now, baby” he groans against your neck, dangerously close to your ear so you could feel his hot breath which let you shudder. A small chuckle escaped him at your reaction "missed me that much, hm?" He teased and gently nibbled on your neck, leaving little love bites behind before descending towards your chest with open mouthed kisses that left your skin burning in their path. "Tell me, how many times did you touch yourself... whimpering my name?" He asks amused, looking up at you with a playful glint in his eyes before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl over it. "Your little fingers trying to fuck you the way only I can..." he continued, pinching the other nipple as his mouth lowered onto you once more. "Stuffing your dripping cunt with one of your cute toys... but nothing could ever compare, hm?" He purred and moved onto your other nipple, gently sucking on it as well.

His words left you utterly speechless, knowing that what he's saying is the truth - nothing pleased you remotely as good as he could in all these 1184 days of his absence, no matter how hard you tried. Without realizing it you were nodding to his teasing questions and feeding his ego as a grin spread across his pretty lips, teeth scraping over your nipples, leaving you whimpering beneath him. Oh and how much he missed you - not wanting to let you know that he imagined your tight cunt wrapped around him when it was just his fist. That no matter how much he spat on his cock, nothing would ever compare to the sloppy head you used to give him oh so often. Still, nothing of this mattered now that he finally has you back - his own needs forgotten as all he wanted to do was explore your body anew, please you until you're crying and then fucking you until all you remembered was his name.

His kisses traveled down your stomach until they reached your hip bones and the hem of your pants "so what do you say, buttercup... should I give you what you were missing all these years?" He asked with this stupid grin of his, fingers dancing along your skin just above your pants to tease you further. "Stop teasing 'Toru" You whisper breathless, unable to take much more of his antics at this moment but he only laughed while undressing your lower half, cursing under his breath when he saw your glistening cunt. In a matter of seconds he was kneeling on the floor, your body resting at the edge of the bed and your knees pushed up to your chest so you were presenting your pretty pussy to him. "Fuck- missed you so much" he cursed out, two long fingers spreading your folds open to see your slick glistening in the dim light of the bedroom.

Unable to hold himself back much longer he groaned, letting his tongue glide through your folds to gather some of your slick and the second he got to taste you, his eyes were rolling back into his skull as a moan left his throat. The vibration of his moan traveled through your core. Gently you spread your legs to watch him lap on your cunt like a man starved - which he was in a way. He craved you every single day these past three years, unable to tear himself away from you for even a second now. In a matter of minutes you were reduced to a moaning mess, his tongue taking you to heaven.

When he felt your needy entrance clench around nothing he chuckled against your puffy clit, two of his long fingers finding their way inside you to massage your velvet walls. The moment he finally started tapping them against your sweet spot it was over, a mind numbing orgasm rippling through your body and making your skin feel ablaze from the intensity. Only when you slowly calmed down he pulled away and licked his fingers clean as if he just ate the most delicious meal in his lifetime. "Think you can handle my cock already?" He asks breathless, his chin and lips still shining with your juices as he started to undress, revealing his muscles to your hungry gaze. Helplessly you nod, going further up on the bed but staying in the same position, knees folded to your chest as you watched him with a watering mouth, drooling when you finally got to set your eyes onto his thick length again.

Gojo was lazily pumping his length while he watched you laying on the bed, his eyes hungry and making you feel like prey under their piercing gaze before stalking closer. His tip was resting right at your entrance as he took a moment to drink in the sight beneath him, his lover laying there, panting softly and only waiting for him to do something - anything.

Without further warning he pushed his hips forward, slowly pushing himself in and savoring the feeling of his cock rubbing against your plush walls, feeling every ridge of your tight core. When he finally bottomed out his breath was shaky, having a hard time not to cum right on the spot and he felt so pathetic. This was far from his first time but you made him feel like a dumb boy again, heart racing and mind running. "Satoru... you can move" you coo out, reaching up to cup one of his cheeks gently to snap him out of whatever thought that had captured him.

A small smirk came back to his lips "oh? You want me to move?" He asked teasing and pulled out almost all the way just to pound back into you which made you cry out his name with a broken moan. "That's right... let everyone hear who's making you feel good" he said amused, repeating his movements a few times before he set a pace that still knocked the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

Gojo was never silent but this time he just couldn't keep it together at all, having missed the feeling of your heat wrapped around him so tightly he was a moaning mess, low grunts mixed with soft moans each time he sunk himself into you. Your bedroom filled with the most obscene noises, moaning, sweet nothings whispered along with the squelching sound of your cunt each time his hips rutted into yours.

The continuous onslaught of his thrusts build up your second orgasm fast, aided by the thumb he used to rub small circles onto your sensitive clit it didn't take long for you to scream his name like a lewd prayer, a wave of pleasure rushing through your body. Gojo’s hips started to stutter when your walls wrapped around him like a vice, practically milking him from all he had to give as he released his hot cum inside of you, hips slowly stilling and your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him in place just a little longer, at least until you can catch your breath. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. And we're far from done" he reassured you with a breathless chuckle, highlighting his words with a few shallow thrusts to let you feel that he's still hard as a rock inside of you which made you giggle. "Looks like someone missed me" you hummed teasingly which brought a huge grin to his face "not just for this... hope you know that" he mumbled, sounding more serious all of the sudden and you pulled him closer to kiss him gently "I know, Satoru... I know" you whisper between kisses. His hips were slowly rutting into you again, this time the desperation and hunger gone, replaced by gentleness and pure love.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @ghostqueue

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[livyjh]

In Bloom

Din Djarin x AFAB reader (no gender specific terms used, just body parts)

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 2.7k

Can be found on ao3 here

Summary: You’ve been teamed up with the Mandalorian for a few months now, but are still an amateur bounty hunter. Fresh to The Guild. He was kind enough to train you as long as you helped him capture bounties. When looking for a bounty on a weird, woodland planet, you manage to get affected by a poisonous flower.

Din Djarin Masterlist

A/N: This takes place while Grogu is away, training with Luke Skywalker. But the Razor Crest wasn’t destroyed.

I was blushing so hard writing this 👀 enjoy!

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“Just remember not to touch anything. This planet is full of dangerous plants and animals.” Mando tells you for the hundredth time this day.

“I know. I know. Poison and venom and all that.” You roll your eyes as you zip up your boots and stand.

“Okay. You ready?” The Mandalorian turns to you.

“Yep.” You nod and smile.

“Okay. Let’s go.” He opens the gate of the Razor Crest and the two of you step down onto the grassy planet.

There were bright purple flowers and blue trees as far as the eye could see. The trees were weepy; long, drooping branches covered with little leaves. The flowers were small, but there were millions of them.

The gate closes behind you and you and Mando start looking for this bounty.

“This was a… smart place to hide.” Mando sighs.

“How so? There’s hardly anyone here. I’m sure he’s gonna be the first person we come across.” You squeeze your fists lightly, just feeling the texture of your gloves on your hands. You hated wearing them because they made your hands sweat but Mando had told you over and over not to touch anything because “humans aren’t immune to this shit”. That’s a quote. From him. When you tried to question further, he seemed hesitant to tell you but you figured he was just being his non-talkative self.

“Doubt it. There are many farmers on this planet.” He sighs again.

He pulled out the tracking fob that was blinking much slower than you had anticipated. You were hoping to be right on top of this bounty when you landed. No such luck.

You two kept following a shallow path that had been walked through in the grass. People used it frequently enough to wear some of the grass away there. But not often enough for it to qualify as a trail.

Suddenly, a blaster shot flies between you and Mando. You duck and he puts his arms out to shield you.

“Stay back!” He warns you and you move to run behind a tree as another blaster shot flies by.

With your adrenaline suddenly pumping, you don’t watch where you’re going and trip on a tree root, falling face first into a bunch of the purple flowers. Their petals spread and release some sort of dust into your face.

Mando is shooting back and then suddenly everything stops. The blasters stop. The world stops.

“Fuck.” You curse, tears forming in your eyes as you stand up.

You look over at Mando and start to cry. “Oh, Maker. I’m dead aren’t I? I- I- I breathed it in! The flowers- they spewed poison on me!” You say hysterically.

Mando shakes his head and walks over to you, putting his gloved hands on your shoulders. “No. You’re… you’re not dead. But in a couple hours, you might wish you were.” He sighs.

“Not helping!” You shout.

Mando shakes his head. “I’m sorry. Shit, I shouldn’t have brought you. I’m sorry.” He apologizes. “Let me- I’m gonna grab the bounty’s body. I’m sure that was him shooting at us. Then we’ll get you back to the ship and everything is going to be fine.”

You sniffle, breathing in harshly. “How do you know?”

He sighs. “I just know. Trust me. I’ll be right back. You start heading back.”

You nod, wiping the tears away from your face. “O- okay.” You turn and head back to the ship.

The Mandalorian arrives only a few minutes after you, throwing the body in carbonite before he closes the gate. He turns to you. “Okay. Listen. Sit down.” Mando takes ahold of your shoulders and guides you to sit on the edge of his little bed compartment.

“Will bacta spray help? How am I- how do I-?” You start to panic again.

“I don’t think it will.” He shakes his head and you drag a hand down your face.

“What’s gonna happen? I’m gonna get all red and itchy? Scratch myself to death?” You raise a brow at him, trying to keep your breathing even.

“Those flowers… they’re…” he puts a hand on the back of his neck. “They have this pollen. That’s what you breathed in. Let’s call it… an extreme aphrodisiac.”

“Excuse me?” You cross your arms and smirk a little. He’s got to be joking.

“It makes you…” he starts.

“Horny?” You laugh. “I can handle that.” You shrug.

“More like feral.” Mando corrects you and your shoulders slump.

Fuck. Maybe you were gonna wish you were dead. Being around Mando while extremely chemically turned on? That was a recipe for disaster.

“I’ll just lock myself in here and sleep till it’s over.” You say, trying to fool yourself into thinking this wasn’t gonna be as bad as he’s making it sound.

“You’re welcome to try.” Mando steps closer and you feel a heat wave go through your body. You could smell his sweat and you wished he’d get even closer.

“If… there’s anything I can do to help… let me know.” He says shyly.

You’re not sure how to interpret his words at this point. “Can you just get me some water?” You gulp.

“Of course.” He nods and grabs a canteen, handing it to you.

Your fingertips barely brush his, both of you still wearing gloves. But it sends a jolt through you nonetheless. “Th- thank you.”

“I’m gonna get us heading for Nevarro.” He says.

“Okay.” You smile at him for a second before he disappears up the ladder.

You start whispering to yourself. “It’s gonna be fine. I’m gonna be just fine. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Famous last words, you remind yourself.

You shake your head and try to change what you’re thinking about. It starts with Grogu. You miss him. You and Mando had just visited a couple weeks ago, but… you weren’t allowed too close. Jedi weren’t supposed to have attachments to other people.

You then thought about Mando. How sweet of a father figure he was. How bold yet kind he is. Sometimes intimidating, but is really just like a cuddly ewok.

Cuddling. With Mando. That would be nice.

His body pressed up against yours…

“Shit. No. Not going there.” You shake your head and make the thoughts go away. These weren’t the first intimate thoughts you’ve had about the Mandalorian. But they were certainly prevalent at the moment.

You tried not to think about Mando this way, because he was technically a business partner. But it was so hard when his voice was so… and his hands were really…

“Nope.” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. Fuck. How were you going to survive this if you couldn’t stop thinking about him?

You needed to distract yourself.

So you climbed up to the cockpit, deck of cards in your pocket.

You looked out the glass and saw that you were already pretty high up in the sky, leaving the planet’s atmosphere and entering the stars.

“Once we get on course we should play a game. I have cards.” You say happily, sitting down to Mando’s left.

“Alright.” He turns his head back towards you and nods.

Maker, his voice. Nope. No. You were going to be fine.

And you were. For awhile.

An hour had passed and you were only mildly tingly all over while still playing cards with the Mandalorian.

Another fifteen minutes go by and you can’t stop staring at Mando’s hands. He had taken his gloves off to play cards and wow.

Twenty more minutes. You’re pretty sure you’re soaked through your panties by now and you want to get up and check, maybe change them, but you’re afraid of getting up and there being moisture in your chair. So you keep waiting.

Mando is waiting too. You know it. He’s waiting for you to explode and start crying or something. But you were determined to muscle through.

Ten more minutes. You’re trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, squeezing your thighs together every time you moved to hand him a card or take a card from him.

Five more minutes. “Oh-“ you moan softly when his fingers brush yours as you’re exchanging cards.

You start to blush something fierce, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth. “Shit.” You mumble against your palm. “I’m sorry- I don’t- I’m gonna excuse myself.” You lower your hand from your face and set your cards down behind you as you rise from the seat.

You nearly orgasm the way your thighs rub together as you go down the ladder and into the bed compartment, closing it with the push of a button. You were going to be loud, and if you could muffle that and save yourself some embarrassment, that’s what you were gonna do.

You lay back on the bed, legs spread as you reach down under the hem of your pants and panties. “Fuck!” You gasp as your fingers move down your vulva.

This was the most sensitive you’d ever been in your life. Do you dare?

You do. You rub two fingers over your clit and let out a shaky breath, hips rolling upward.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Mando and how badly you wish his hand were in place of yours. How much you wanted him to take off that stupid helmet and kiss you from head to toe. You would kill a man just to have the Mandalorian’s fingers inside of you once.

You’re rubbing almost with full force of your middle and ring fingers, doing your usual little dance with your clit. A dance that would bring you to orgasm quickly every time.

You kept going and going and ten minutes later, you’ve switched hands back and forth and still can’t finish. It’s agonizing and you’re ready to cry out of frustration when you remember — “If there’s anything I can do to help… let me know.” — he said that. Mando said that to you.

You pressed the open button and called out to the ship. “Please, come here!” You pant. “Quickly!”

You hear a couple rushed steps down the ladder and assume he jumps down the second half, walking past the fresher to find you laying there, hand down your pants, cheeks ruddy, pussy soaking wet.

“Fuck.” He curses and you see his helmet tilt down just the slightest so he could see you. All of you.

“Please, h- help me. I can’t- I’m not- I don’t know-“ you’re nearly sobbing.

“Shhh…” he hushes you and crawls up into the bed between your legs. “Let me help you.”

You nod up at him and suddenly his bare hands are on your hips, just holding them for a moment. You pull your hand out of your panties and let him pull them off along with your pants.

The cool air of the ship hit your heat and you whined, feeling how tremendously wet you were. You felt two of his fingers come down the side of your hip, over the front and inside of your thigh before grazing over your labia.

You shook, almost violently, as you squeezed your eyes shut and balled your fists in the sheets. You couldn’t even look at him, you were so riled up. You were afraid if he looked you in the eyes he’d see how embarrassed you were or how much you truly wanted him.

As his fingers tease your folds, they become slick and slide into you easy when he pushes them forward.

“Ohh, yes.” You groan, whole body tensing up.

“Just relax.” He coos and you try to relax as many of your muscles as possible.

Instead of holding your legs up and away from each other, you let them drop apart against the walls of the compartment, you relax your hands and shoulders, trying to even your breathing.

He starts to pull his fingers back out slowly, being cautious and waiting for your instruction.

“Please, for Maker’s sake, go faster.” You whimper the last word and he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy at a quick pace.

“Fuck… that feels so good.” You sigh, gasp, and then sigh again with each movement of his hand.

He curls his fingers, searching for your g-spot and — “Mando…” you whine — there it is.

He makes it a point to brush over this spot with every thrust of his fingers, making your toes curl.

“I’m gon- gonna- oh fuck.” You cry out, thighs quivering as you cum hard, pulsing around his fingers.

“Fuck.” You hear his modulated voice over you.

You orgasm hard enough to see spots around the edges of your vision, and as you’re waiting for the come down… it never really comes.

“It- oh, fuck, baby-“ your eyebrows draw together and you reach down to grab his wrist when he starts to pull his fingers out of you. “It’s w- worse.” You can barely get the words out.

“You’re probably going to need to go a few more rounds before it goes away.” The Mandalorian explains.

“What?!” You ask, surprised and starting to sweat.

“It’s happened to me before.” He admits and you buck your hips, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you.

“Please, k- keep… going.” You pant, looking up at him with seriousness in your eyes.

He nods and his fingers start to thrust in and out of you once more, and within ten seconds you’re cumming again. You throw your head back and feel yourself soaking his fingers.

“Ple- please,” you take a deep breath before you ask a question that can’t be unasked. “Will you fuck me?” You beg.

Mando nods and sits back on his knees for a second, undoing his belt and zipper before pulling himself out of his pants.

You moan at the sight of him, cunt tingling with anticipation.

“Protection?” He asks.

“No time. I’m on medicine for it.” You blurt out, biting your lip.

He nods and gets into position, guiding his cock to your entrance. He rubs the head up and down over your clit before pushing into you painfully slow.

“Baby, please,” you whine. “Fuck me. Please.”

He almost growls as he pushes in quickly to the hilt, making you whimper. Your jaw drops open and you let out a long, shaky moan, reaching up to grab his shoulders.

He pulls out and slams back in once, pushing you up the bed slightly. You wrap your legs around his hips, angling up so he could go deeper.

He starts a quick pace, fucking you down into the thin mattress. Your eyes screw shut and you’re cumming again, groaning a string of curses.

He slows down to let you regain your senses, but just for a moment. And then he’s slamming into you again, hips slapping against your ass. The sound only eggs you on, gets you more sexually intoxicated.

He reaches down between you to rub your clit, trying to help you get off again so you can be cured of this. You can’t believe it when only seconds pass and your fourth orgasm washes over you. Your body nearly convulses as you cum hard on his pulsing cock. “Mando- oh my, fucking yes-“ your hips buck up.

He’s grunting as he fucks into you, keeping the same speed. He was just gonna keep going until you told him to stop. He was committed.

“One more time.” You breathe out. You’re getting exhausted, soaking the mattress, and you know he can’t go forever either. “Let’s t- try one more time.” You stutter.

He nods and keeps thrusting, playing with your clit for a minute before that hand moved up under your shirt to grab your breast.

You moaned in unison with him, panting as he kneaded and squeezed your tit. He somehow speeds up and then you’re gone. You nearly scream, arching your back as you tip over the edge.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders and your pussy squeezes around him, and then you feel his cum filling you as he groans your name.

Finally, finally, you start to come down from your orgasms, body relaxing and you start feeling less lightheaded.

He pulls out of you with a soft groan, tucking himself back into his pants before collapsing down next to you, breathing hard.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long ti-“ you start to say something and then slap a hand over your mouth.

He just laughs softly, rubbing your thigh. “Me too.”

Maybe falling into those flowers wasn’t the worst thing after all.

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can i get a tsunade x fem!reader pretty please

perhaps reader is orochimaru’s experiments and tsunade has to help heal and maybe some other stuff too

I AM SO HAPPY I FINALLY GOT A TSUNADE REQUEST !!!

18+ MDNI !!

Warnings: lady tsunade x AFAB!reader, praise (good girl, etc.), hospital sex, oral (f receiving lol), scissoring, breast licking, fingering, brief mention of squirting, abusive orochimaru, mentions of bruises, naïve/sheltered reader, implied age gap (reader is early 20s tsunade is early 50s-late 40s) lmk if i missed anything !!

You remember a lot of your life in a test tube, barely any human interaction except with Orochimaru- who you aren’t even sure you can count as human. It was just another day to you, trying out different tests to see if your regenerative cells were enough to sustain the infinite life your creator wished to have. He was your creator, your father and yet you despised him with all your being. Your sole purpose was to get beaten daily to test your cells. Your father was obsessed with this delusion of surviving infinitely and you were just a means to an end.

You don’t remember much from the fight, just a lot of commotion and soon after you were knocked out cold from god knows what. You could barely open your eyes before you slipped away, but what you watched was your father abandon you for his great escape. You cursed him silently, before slipping away into the darkness of unconsciousness.

You laid in your hospital bed, opening your eyes slowly. As your blurred vision focused, you looked down to your abdomen, a blue-green hue illuminating your core. A pair of hands were clasped on top of you. You followed the arms up you saw the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. She had blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes that were narrowed into a focused, stoic face. She noticed you staring and looked at you through her lashes, your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, thank goodness. You’re awake.” She huffed, the glowing mass dimming down until it died out.

“Are you an angel?” You asked, assuming you were dead. She blushed, eyes widening before returning back to your wound and focusing her chakra through your abused skin.

“No, but you’re very sweet,” she said with a smile. “I’m your doctor, I’m here to make you feel better.” She returned her soft hands to your abdomen, the icy-hot feeling of her healing chakra giving off an entirely different sensation to your core. You felt your body heat up everywhere, not used to the feeling of anyone other than yourself healing you.

“Feels… so good,” you trailed off, a slight moan escaping your lips as your body slightly writhed under her care. The woman blushed again, watching you squirm underneath her and she stopped working to place a hand on your chest and gently push you down on the bed.

“What’s your name, miss?” You asked, a weak hand coming to rest on top of hers.

“My name is Tsunade…” She answered, she removed her hand from your chest with yours falling off.

“Tsunade… your name is almost as beautiful as you are. I only say ‘almost’ because I can’t think of anything else that can compare to you.” You confessed. Her cheeks darken to a deeper red, and she placed her hand on your forehead, clearing the hair away from your face. You looked deeply into her eyes, the flush on her face making your heart swell.

“You didn’t get much interaction with others, did you?” she stifled a laugh. You blush, looking away embarrassed.

“No… I’m sorry if I’ve crossed any lines.”

“No-no! Honesty is a good quality. It makes you dependable… something we all need.” Tsunade smiled at you, running her hand down your face and titling your chin towards her.

Her hand trailed up to cup your cheek, smiling at you with adoration in her eyes. You put your hand on the back of her hand and held it softly to your face. Her eyes shined bright as you turned your head and pressed a kiss into her palm.

She slowly climbed on top of you, caressing your cheek as your hands came to grab at each of her thighs. Her thumb traced a bruise against your under eye, you winced slightly.

“Tell me where it hurts, darling,” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. You could feel her hands working on your face as her lips collided into yours, suddenly the bruise under your eye stopped hurting and all you could focus on was kissing back. Your hips lifted on their own and Tsunade smirked, breaking the kiss.

“So needy… aren’t we, honey?” She teased, slowly inching in to bite your lower lip and release it before kissing you quickly again. You whimpered, placing your hand on the back of her head to get more leverage. Tsunades hand ran down your face and along your ribs, you felt your body go electric as her hands slid further down.

“Oh angel, you’re going to have to be a good little patient if you want my help, okay?” She teased, tracing circles along your stomach with her pointer.

“Yes doctor,” you nodded fervently. She smirked, inching further down the bed to where her her face was aligned with your stomach. She kissed right below your belly button, her pink lipstick staining your skin and your legs opened all on their own.

“Already so obedient, so easy…” Her tongue emerges from past her plump lips and licks a stripe down to your waistband. You moan, feeling the pool of want in your panties making itself present. You arched your back and gripped the bed sheets. “And so sensitive too… I bet it doesn’t take much, does it?”

“N-no doctor,” you stammered, breathing heavily in pure lust. Tsunade hummed in amusement.

“Well then, I might as well take my time.” She gripped your waistband and tugged it down to your ankles, your panties coming down with them. You kicked off the clothing and they landed on the ground with a thump.

Tsunade sat up, shrugging off her green cardigan and discarding it along with your pants. She unzipped her pants and then dove back down to your glistening cunt.

“Oh, darling. Already so wet for me, aren’t you a good girl?” Her praise made you even wetter, and you felt your face go hot. Tsunades face got closer to your pussy and you held your breath until her tongue made its way across your slick folds, you exhaled with a shaky moan.

Tsunade gripped your thighs down with her hands as she ran her hot tongue down your folds and back up to your clit. She flicked your sensitive bud and you bucked your hips up with a loud whine, unable to keep yourself controlled. She smirked, holding your thighs down harder as her tongue went to town on your sloppy cunt.

“Ngh- so good,” you whined as she sucked on your pussy, running her tongue back down to your weeping hole to gather your slick back up to your clit.

“I know, darling and you’re doing so good. You taste so sweet too,” She breathed, letting go of on of your thighs to dip her hand into her pants and rub circles along her own clit through her panties. She moaned against your cunt, her lips placing a kiss on your inner thigh before attacking your sensitive pussy again.

“Darling, you’re going to need to be good for me. So I need to stay still for me, okay?” She asked, staring back up at you. You nod, and bring your hands to your shaky thighs, holding them down flat.

“Good girl,” she removes her hand from your thigh then rubs a finger along your pussy and you sigh, clenching around nothing. “Oh I see, you already know, don’t you sweetheart?” Tsunade teases, pressing two fingers against your hole.

“P-Please Tsunade… I need you,” you beg, eyes tearing up in anticipation.

“I hear you,” her fingers plunge themselves into you and you clench at their arrival, moaning deeply as they push through your tight walls.

She resumes eating you out agonizingly slow as her fingers curl against your spongy walls, squelching as you feel your juices run down her hand. You try to keep your thighs and hips down with all your strength, your chest heaving as you look down at her pleasuring you with her tongue.

Tsunade moans as she ruts into her hand, fingering you with the other as she soaks her own panties. She speeds up her fingers inside of you as she loses her patience and eat you out as if she were starved. You gripped the bed sheets tightly and unleash a symphony of moans and gasps, quivering under Tsunades touch as you came around her fingers hard. Your whole body felt hot as she sucked and licked at your poor folds, focusing on your clit. Your face felt impossibly hotter as you twiched in agonizing ecstasy. She moaned as your pussy gushed hot juices down her chin and she lapped you for all you had.

You felt your clit twitch as you laid down on the bed, Tsunade took your shirt off of you and your tits came out. She kissed your breasts and ran her tongue along your areola, occasionally licking your sensitive nipple and sucking it into her mouth as you squirmed underneath her.

“You did such a good job, but I didn’t finish yet sweetheart. You’re going to have to keep up with me because I’m not going to be easy on you.” She kisses you and you taste your juices on her lips, her tongue breaking through and into your mouth as it swirled around, coating your mouth with your own flavor.

She broke the kiss and pulled down her pants, sliding them off completely and tossing them to the ground. She placed a hand on your chest and pushed you down on your back, kneeling in front of you withher knees at each side of your head. She looked down at you with a smug grin.

“Care to help me?” She asked, looking down at her lacy panties. You nodded, easing yourself up and biting down on her waistband, pulling her underwear down to her knees as you sank lower back onto your pillow.

Her pussy was as wet as yours and you lifted yourself up to lick at her folds. She let out a shaky exhale then pinched the waistband and ditched her underwear too. She maneuvered her way to your thighs. You lay down on your side and she grabbed your leg and lifted it over her shoulder, nestling her cunt dangerously close to yours before grinding against you with a deep sigh. You whimpered, feeling her heat against yours and the obscenely wet squelches filled the room. Her soft cunt nestled into yours was too good, you pathetically started to grind back against her.

“You like that?” She asked, her wet clit grinding right against yours. The circular movement of her hips had you breathing impossibly deeper, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

“I can tell,” she laughed lightly.

As she rode your pussy, your combined juices leaked down her thigh and onto yours. Her cunt was hot and wet pressed against yours, each buck of her hips sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel yourself coming undone yet again. Tsunades sighs became heavier, her grip on your thighs tighter and her pace was unrelating. Her stamina had nothing to do with her age, as she fucked you with all her energy on the hospital bed you lay in.

“Please… Please let me cum doctor,” you mewled. You sat up and she wrapped her arms around your head, clutching you to her tits. Your leg fell of her shoulder and instead wrapped itself around her waist. You stuck your tongue out and wrapped your lips around her hard nipples. She moaned as you licked her breasts, her hips swaying back and forth.

“Oh, you’re so good darling. Keep doing that, you’re such a good girl,” she moaned, her hips stuttering against yours. You moaned deep into her cleavage, drooling all over her tits as you came against her pussy. You felt yourself get impossibly wetter, pleasure shooting out of you and against the princess infront of you.

“Ahh- yeah baby, come on me… Just like I’m going to all over that pretty pussy of yours.” The slippery feeling of her cunt against yours made her grip your hair tightly, holding on for dear life as her own pleasure consumed her.

“Oh sweetheart, you feel so good-“ she cried, her hips messily bucking against yours as she gripped your hair even tighter.

You maneuvered your hand to your pussy, spreading your slippery lips open so she could ride you until her legs buckled underneath her. Then she crashed onto the bed next to you with a sigh.

Your both lay on the bed intertwined, catching your breaths. She stroked your hair softly as she held you to her chest. Tsunade tilted your head towards her, thoroughly examining your face.

“Your face… you’re so much more beautiful when you’re not covered in bruises,” she softly spoke, placing a kiss under your eye. You exhaled softly, closing your eyes and laying there in post-nut content.

“Tell me everything you know about him. That bad man will never touch you again.”

A/N: TWO FICS IN ONE WEEK?!??!! y’all are getting well fed enjoy !!

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What's The Reward for The Dunce? (18+)

Author Note: The Big Grunts finally have their document and I find something exciting. Maybe it’s because I keep tagging Red Barrels to show them how down bad I am for him help KSAJDLAKJDLKAJK (Also based on data-mined dialogues, he goes by the name of Danny. ) Summary: You kept failing these weeks and Murkoff wasn’t happy with that. One day, an accident happened because of the clumsiness of a new staff, and they wanted you to fix it as a punishment for F-earner Reagent. But would it count as a punishment if pleasure is involved? Pairing: Big Grunt x AFAB! Reader Characters: Big Grunt, Reader, Murkoff personnels, Reagents Tags and Warning: Hint of drug use and physical restraints, Easterman is watching because CCTV is everywhere but we already know that, There are detailed descriptions of in-game gore (skip paragraph eight if you would still like to read but aren’t sure about the violence description) sexism, hint of being cannibal, mention of being dead (You live again tho thanks to murkoff magic)

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Available on Ao3 as well

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"DOCTOR'S NOTES

Extremely dangerous, heavy chemical and physical restraints required for transport and maintenance. Be very careful to avoid accidental contact with groin area, Heavy Ex-Pop are easily aroused and difficult to disengage " 

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It’s been those weeks where your performance has been decreasing, to the point your teammates would leave you dead in the trials thanks to the ticking clock and not wanting to risk a failed trial. B-, D, C and even F scores were now familiar to your eyes. Dr. Easterman would pity you, pity that you failed pathetically. Often he would get upset, verbally abusing you yet at the same time saying that he did all of this in the name of Love. You have learned not to take those curses by heart anyway.

You buried your face in your stink cold pillow, with the sleep room music played faintly while other reagents shouted in spirit encouraging their arm wrestler champion to win. Some even have taken betting business from the mini-game, which is probably illegal in the sleep room but the guards didn’t have time for it. They would only intervene if a deadly fight broke up, or a health personnel came for a monthly check-up.

The sleep room wasn’t that hot, it had a mild cool temperature thanks to the fan and the cool mist coming from the pipe above. Each reagent had its room, decorated with colors and knick-knacks they wished. Two sets of chess games had been added, so the reagents would enjoy their time more inside the sleep room. You haven’t played it with anyone tho. All your friends had been released, none ever coming back. Last time you heard that a reagent had their chest exploded in a car, and you sure hope it wasn’t your friend.

Lots of things in your mind, and you let all of them pass by as your eyes get heavy. Yet the second you finally indulged in your usual dreamless sleep, your eyelid wide open as your number being called. 

“Reagent Number #7689 ?” A Murkoff guard stood in the center of the first floor, looking around with eyes sharp as eagles in case there was an attempt to escape from the call. 

“Hey.” You looked at the back, a woman knocked on your window. “That’s your number, right? They said they need to speak something with you. I think.. it would be better if you hurry up” She politely, indirectly insisted you get out of your bed. She wasn’t wrong for hurrying you up. But what kind of topic they would talk about was what scared you the most. 

It was known that failing reagents would be picked and turned into another trial's main object. The man would turned into a snitch or be crucified, while the woman would turned into a judge. None of them had better faith. Being a Snitch meant you would be electrocuted painfully slow to death, being crucified meant you would be stripped naked and died by blood loss as your legs got sawed off. Being a Judge…you might say it was the worst you ever witnessed. If those reagents were too overwhelmed as Coyle kept chasing all of them, you could stay in your seat for minutes, hours even, with your neck being tied around as your lower legs hammered into bone shards waiting for your misery to be ended. It wouldn’t make anything better as they would break your arms with another pair of hammers, and then later it was your head's turn to be smashed into a shapeless meat and brain. You gulped, face grew as pale as snow thanks to your thoughts. 

“Good luck out there” The woman whispered, lowkey feeling guilty if it turns out your fate would get worse. 

“Thanks.” That was all you said and so you walk towards the guard that has grown impatient.

“There you are, dunce.” 

Ouch.

“I deserve that nickname, am I?”

“You should be grateful I didn’t call you a smooth-brained dumbfuck idiotic shithead. Let’s go! “ You followed the guards, looking back at fellow reagents in case this was your last day. The sleep room was quiet as a mouse, no one dared to say anything, not even another whisper. Everyone saw you go, some wonder if they would have to kill you in exchange for their freedom in the trials. 

At last, the guard locked the gate once again and both of you were no longer visible from fellow reagents. 

“Anyone who wins today’s arm wrestling round will get this sweet one hundred and thousand dollars cash right from me.” The betting business owner showed the amount of money he offered, breaking the silence in the room. Thus, everyone’s focus shifted to the arm-wrestling round and betting on the winner. 

You just walked, following the guard while keeping a distance. He didn't put a handcuff on you, knowing well the damned punishment if you do. That if you didn’t die from the guards trying to shoot you. 

"God damn new staff couldn't read properly with his eyes. But hey, at least we could see the bright side" He was upset, then chuckled as his laugh echoed through the stiff, greyish-blue hall. " I know damn well you were failing so hard on those trials, at least you didn't end up being Coyle's dead 4th wife in the courthouse you know ?"

"You haven't told me why am i needed."

"Just wait and see."

"I- I need to know my punishment. Easterman told me one day I'd received a penalty for my bad grade. What was it? It doesn't seem that I would turn into...a judge.." You lowered your voice in the last words. Being a judge for the trial would be your worst fate. 

The guard shook his head as he opened another gate. "Nah, we're just gonna give you a short challenge thanks to the clumsiness of our new staff. But it would be a good lesson, considering a woman like you sometimes needs a trick to gain what she wants, or perhaps what she needs." The guard whispered into your ears, being a creep. You just frown, there was no use in arguing with this asshole.

Both of you entered the room, dried blood on the floor with a metallic smell reeks into your nose. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” The guard raised his brows leaning his head to you closer. You furrowed your eyebrows and pulled your face away from him, but it seemed he was serious about something. “Listen, I know what you think about this place. About those ex-pops. But you’re not the only one in danger here. We also have our risk.”

“Get to the point" Now you're the impatient one.

He sighed, scratching his stubble, and stared at you in seriousness.

“ Out of all the Ex-pops we have, I rather deal with that cop Coyle than the big guy in the next room there. Even Gooseberry is easier to manage. That guy, the first Big Grunt-" he stopped, correcting his words " The first Heavy ex-pop there, a new caregiver made a terrible fatal mistake."

"What happened ?" 

"One important rule is that you should never, ever, accidentally touch his inner thigh. Not even an inch, not even a second. Just no."

"What? Yeah- ..Of course, you shouldn't touch someone in that area without permission-"

"You missed the important keyword, miss. 'Accidentally' " He scoffed.

"Wel... you can apologize and not do it again, am I right ?"

He smiled sourly. "If only it was that easy. Sexually frustrated 8 feet man with a strength of 10 men is the last thing we want here."

You widened your eyes in disbelief. "I'm sorry, can you elaborate more? Sexually frustrated what-"

"It's time." A senior caregiver staff cut your conversation with the guard. 

"Good luck there. If you can calm him down, you'll get out breathing. If not, I just hope God would be merciful to you."

The senior caregiver pulled you inside while your jaws dropped, trying to proceed with what the actual fuck is happening. 

"Hey I think I have the right to ask-"

"He has told you everything you need to know. Make it quick, you're here for an emergency, not a fun time." She shoved you inside the next room. "Take off your clothes."

"Why should I?"

The caregiver groaned and rolled her eyes, then forcefully took off our ESOP instead.

"Just make sure your he doesn't break your night vision. And don't come to me asking for new clothes if he decides to rip the one on your body." She put your ESOP on the table, then opened the door in front of you.

“Don’t waste my time. Get in.” 

You obeyed, not like you have a choice anyway. Inside it was a medium-sized bathroom, but tall enough to fit a Big Grunt standing upright. You looked around, a bathtub that hadn’t been cleaned from previously washed mud and blood, pale blue tiles that were starting to get graying, classic cool temperature of a bathroom, nothing extraordinary from an old hospital bathroom. Except someone was sitting on a closed toilet there. Your expression changed, staring at a man who was twice the size of you with his face covered by strands of his hair. He was looking down to the floor, only to get startled as the caregiver locked the door. He looked at the door, then at you. There was a moment of silence, normally you would try to run away but not this time. 

There was..something different from him. You knew him, but only because he was deployed to the trials to murder you. Typically you’d see him screaming and yelling while swinging his axe to slash your head open, but what lies in front of you is a man who is kinda scared of a stranger in front of him.

“...who are you ?” You could see his face now. His body was usually covered in blood, mud, and pieces of flesh from his meal. Now, he was clean, just finished being bathed. His hair was still wet, but not as sticky and messy as before. 

“I- I believe we have met before. The last time I saw you, you were in Coyle’s courthouse. Remember ?” You awkwardly chuckled, recalling the time he choked you to death. 

Atropin did work like magic restarting your heart so you could stand right here, talking to your murderer. This was Murkoff world after all. If you took a killing, in which later you get revived, by heart, that was your fault. Yet again, you didn’t feel traumatized by him at all thanks to those horrors you have witnessed. There was something more to be afraid of.

He slowly shook his head in confusion. “I don’t..remember you.” 

You just sighed, not knowing whether this was a good sign or a bad sign. They must have drugged him so badly that it affected his memory. 

“Well, that’s alright. We can introduce ourselves so we won’t be strangers anymore.” You lent your hand for a handshake after you told your name. 

He was skeptical, really different from how he would act in the trials. He was confused yet took your hands in the end. “...you can call me Danny.”

“That’s a sweet name.” You smiled at him.

“Thank you. I like your name too.” He pulled his mouth for a smile. It was…sweet. Reminded you of an innocent little boy. You were caught off-guard, It had been a long time since you received a compliment. The trials messed up your mind to the point your face almost turned red thanks to his compliment. 

You didn’t understand. They described him as some kind of monster. Indeed you saw a fresh blood puddle on the wall next to him, but you wonder why he acted so soft in front of you right now.

“Are you going to hurt me? They said.. you would hurt me if don’t quit my act.”

Oh, that makes sense. It was fear. He was indeed scared of you.

“Oh no! I wouldn’t hurt you, why would they say that?”

“I don’t know.” 

You massaged your temple, thinking about what to do and how to end this as quickly as possible.

“I think they were just joking. I’m here to help you. What do you need? Do you feel anything…weird? “

“ I do. Someone touched my leg and I feel…” He scratched his head, thinking a proper word to describe it.

You know where this was going, so you were getting straight to the point.

“Do you want me to help it?”

“Yes! Yes, please.”

“In what way do you wish to be helped ?” You walked closer to him, dare to touch his face. It was surprisingly smooth as he just took a bath. His beard didn’t feel too rough as you stroked his chin to assure him that you were no threat.

“I don’t know.”

“Then I can’t help you.”

“I don’t know, really. They said… they said I’m not allowed. Not allowed to feel..this.” You tilted your head, mouth agape. 

Slowly, you started to feel pity for him. Deep down, he was another Murkoff victim. Just like you, only with different, possibly more extreme treatment. You observed his whole body. He has a scar crossed on his right cheek with his eye is blind, while the others are so heavily injured that his eyelids are half-closed. He could still see with his injured green eye, but it was a limited vision. Judging from his jaw and teeth, you suspect they fed him raw meat. Human meat to be exact, since there were no cows or chicken farms around here and surely they wish to spend no expense on proper meat. His torso is weirdly wider than the average person's, and his height would hinder him from entering a room lower than 3 meters. Whatever metal device they drilled right on his body, you doubted it had done good to his body. They conditioned him, but only for the trials. On the outside, he was helpless. Lost, no clue how to live like a whole human.

“Listen, I will help you so you will feel relieved, then you can go back to your room while I get to go to mine, deal ?”

“How would you help me ?”

“I’ll do whatever I can. I just need you to permit me.”

“What permission ?”

“To do whatever to help you feel relieved as long it doesn’t hurt you.” You smiled, pulling your face closer to him. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity, then nodded as he adjusted his sitting position. 

You stripped your clothes but stopped as he covered his eyes, avoiding looking at your half-naked torso.

“Why are you covering your eyes ?”

He just grunted. You softly took his hands away from his face. “You can look. ”

“It only makes me feel more tense !”

“That’s the point! So we could release the tension later. Is it your first time ?”

He was quiet for a moment. “I’ve..actually done this before.”

You looked at him in almost disbelief. Then why are you acting like you’re a virgin god fucking damn it.

“Stop playing around. You’re wasting your time !”

“Are we in a hurry ?”

“Yes !”

“Alright, okay.”

You exhaled, only to notice the growing bulge inside his pants. Oh, he’s big. You pulled your pants away, leaving your bra and underpants on. You massaged his groin area, his thigh felt a bit hard thanks to the tense muscle. He squeaked, alarmed with your hand movement but letting you. You laughed, he sounded really cute. As you stimulate his sensitive area, you start a kiss on his forehead. Then his cheek, finally his lips. He moaned into your mouth, you felt his erection pressed against your hand through his torn jeans and he began rubbing his crotch against your hand.  

A low moan left his throat, a deep one. Something told you that despite he done this before, this was probably the first time he genuinely enjoyed it. You put your tongue inside his mouth, dominating inside his mouth while also letting out your moan. Your voice excited him more, as you felt the pressing bulge begging to be released from his pants. You took him in your mouth, sucking him with more passion now. He gasped, holding your waist that fits perfectly on his palm while the other hand fondled your butt. 

"Does it feel good ?" Your lust increasing, clouding your mind that makes you forget that you were about to fuck with an extremely dangerous giant man that killed you once.

"mhmhm." He hummed in agreement, hungry for more of your touch.

He unclasped your bra, eager to see your whole naked torso. You adjusted your position to make your breast on his face level. It was hard to get a comfortable position on this toilet, not to mention he was much bigger than you.  He then kissed your neck, sucked it for a while, then bit it. He repeated it lower and lower until he found your breast. He licked your nipple, as you mewled. 

"Danny, please..." He loved how you called his name.

He gently bites your nipple, then sucked on it. You stroked his hair, encouraging him. 

You heard a soft groan coming from deep within him, you liked how he responded to your pleas. When he moved his hand down from your hip to your belly button, pushing his fingers down lower to your underwear, you moaned louder. 

"You're wet." 

"Well, what can I say other than I'm ready?"  You grinned in lust, sweats starting to drop as you got in heat.

"Let me do it." He pulled your pants down, feeling like it was an honor. Then he finally stripped his pants off, revealing the glorious cock of his that stood proudly. 

You adjusted your position once again, sure it's little bit troublesome having sex with someone this tall. He grabbed both of your ass, squishing them. You slowly put his cock inside your hole, although from the tip it widened your vagina enough. He groaned, moving his hips slowly, making his entrance even deeper inside you. You moaned loudly, breath started to get shaky as your heart beat faster. You hold tightly on his shoulder, closing your eyes and gritting your teeth in pain and pleasure.

"Oh god...Danny, please be gentle."

"I will." He softly kissed your hair, a soft kiss that contrasted with his heavy, deep voice.

At last, his whole shaft entered you completely. He started to make his pace, bobbing your body gently as you were adapting to his size. Your vagina was wide enough that your clit touched his shaft, feeling the friction on each move. Your fluid dripped onto the toilet lid, so slick that it made him easier to pick a faster move. He groaned with his rumbling voice, that somehow excited you even more. Yesterday, such a voice would make you hide but now, it made feel thirsty for more of him. 

You wanted to feel every inch of him inside you. You gripped his thighs tighter, wanting to keep him still. You whimpered when he hit your cervix, making you scream his name. He hunched his body so he could meet your lips once again. Your tongue danced with his, spit mixing inside as he explored every inch inside your mouth.  He kept kissing you, not wanting to break away from your kiss. You could hear how labored his breaths. It sent chills down your spine, the warmth that spread inside your core, the sound of his heartbeat beating fast, and his moan filled your ears. 

Every part of his shaft inside your canal, rubbing your inner wall and your g-spot while the tip kept hitting your cervix. You almost lost your breath as you almost came. You wrapped your legs tighter, then bit his chest as you let out your cum. You tried to catch your breath, but Danny wasn't finished yet. He was close, so he took more faster pace, overstimulating you. It felt like your whole body was electrocuted, you screamed and right before you stopped him, he finally spilled it right inside of you. Both of you now felt relieved, as he gently pulled his cock from you. At last, he no longer felt the arousal tension. He was free, at least until someone accidentally aroused him again.

You looked at him, covered in sweat. He needed a second bath, so you stood and picked up your clothes. 

"Where are you going? Please, stay."

"You need another bath, darling. Stay still, I'll ask that old woman for some soap and shampoo for you." You kissed his cheek in awe, knocking on the door as a code that you were done. She greeted you with her jaw dropped and furrowed brows. She was upset that you took too much time, but at the same time confused about how you could stay that long being unharmed.

"Well, you should be replacing that stupid new boy to take care of this giant, lady."

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#outlast #outlast trials #the outlast trials #big grunt outlast #big grunt x reader #outlast fanfictions #self-insert #x reader #this is probably my favorite fic i wrote currently #thank you red barrels for making him canonically a big puppy that would believe tooth fairy #horror game

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me and the devil / unsub!hotch x reader / chapter two

Summary: It's been a week since her unfortunate first run-in with Aaron Hotchner. Has she scared him off, or will she see him at the club tonight?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 3471

Warnings: verbal harassment, several men following reader, threatening of violence, strip club, cursing, morgan being a cheeky bastard, mentions of a dead spouse

Key: y/n = your name

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         Another day, another dollar. That’s what I tell myself as I get off the bus close to the club. My car is in the shop – again – so I have to take the bus until it gets fixed. It had been one week since my run-in with Mr. Hotchner where I laid him out, and every time I think about it, I get embarrassed all over again. He hasn’t been to the club since – maybe I scared him off. Groaning, I grab my work bag and head inside, putting in my earbuds to drown out the shitty music in the locker room. Tia has had the flu for the past few days and hasn’t been to work, so I’m on my own again. I’m grateful that I packed my bag when I was in a better mood this morning and grin when I pull out my rhinestone set. It’s a rhinestone bikini top, with a silver thong, and a matching rhinestone skirt. I always make a shit ton of money in this. I shimmy it on, careful not to mess up my hair and makeup, give myself a once over in the mirror and head out into the club.

         It’s already loud in here, but the lights bounce off my outfit, drawing many pairs of eyes toward me. No one approaches though, so I roam, looking for my regulars. I’m passing by the bar and the next thing I know I’m slamming into someone on accident. I’m mortified.

         “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I apologize quickly, trying to move past whomever I bumped into. A large hand closes around my wrist stopping me in my tracks.

         “Hello, Y/N.” Hotch’s low voice reaches me, and I look up at him. “It seems like it’s your mission to kill me one way or another.” He chuckles.

         “Oh, Jesus.” I use my free hand to cover my face. “Yes, it would appear so. Sorry.”

         He’s looking me over when I peek at him in between my fingers. He gently grabs a trail of rhinestones from my skirt. “I like this outfit,” he says, letting go of the rhinestones and the land lightly on my leg.

         “Thank you. It’s my personal favorite.” I sway my hips and the lights catch on me again. I grin and look up at him.

         “That reminds me, I wanted to give you my number, just in case you were to ever need me.”

         “I don’t understand. First, I flip you over my shoulders, I just slammed into you, and you still want to give me your number?” I furrow my brow as he reaches into the inside of his suit jacket. I see a flash of gold on the inside and grab his jacket, pulling it open and he lets me. “You’re an agent?”

         “Yes.”

         “Hmmm.”

         “Is that a good ‘hmmm’ or bad ‘hmmm’.” He raises one eyebrow, finally fishing a small piece of paper out of his pocket.

         “I’m still deciding.” I give him a grin. “A lot of the agents who come in here are handsy despite them being ‘beacons of the law’,” I say, miming air quotes at the last four words. He tips his head back and laughs at this and I wish I could bottle up the sound and keep it forever.

         “And who fed you that bullshit?”

         “I think that’s a Derek Morgan quote if I remember correctly.”

         “Yeah, that sounds like something he’d say.” He slips the piece of paper in my hand and closes my fingers around it. “Put that somewhere safe, pretty girl.” He says into my ear, and I get goosebumps. I look up at him through my eyelashes and nod, giving him my best smile before turning and retreating back to the locker room. I immediately put his number into my phone. I slip the piece of paper into my locker after admiring his harsh handwriting. It makes me think about what else his strong hands are capable of. The rest of the night goes well, with several of my regulars coming in. It’s late – almost 3 AM when I’m finally getting my stuff together to leave. I slide out of my work clothes, putting on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. I sling my bag onto my shoulders, bid Alex goodnight, and make my way out into the night. The bus stop is only a five-minute walk from the club, but the air is very still tonight. Something isn’t right. I should turn around and go back into the club and ask one of the other girls for a ride home, but I don’t want to bother anyone. I walk quickly to the bus stop, and I’m almost there when I hear it, a cough, and the sound of a voice. Several voices. Shit, shit, shit.

         “Hey! Beautiful lady! Where you headed tonight? Maybe we can help you?” A voice calls behind me. Several voices laugh. I’m in deep shit. I quickly fish my phone out of my pocket walk straight past the bus stop and veer right, closer to town. Rita’s, one of the local bars, is five minutes from the bus stop and I know they’re still open. If I can just make it there, I’ll be fine. I don’t give myself time to think as I press Hotch’s contact and press the ringing phone up to my ear. He picks up within ten seconds.

         “Hi, this is Y/N. I’m so sorry to bother you but there’s a group of guys following me right now.”

         “Where are you?”

         “Four minutes from Rita’s. Three if I pick up the pace.”

         “How close are they?” I listen for a second.

         “Thirty, maybe forty feet? Judging by their voices.”

         “I’m at Rita’s right now. Be there in a second.” He doesn’t hang up on the phone, keeping me on the line, probably so he can hear everything that’s going on.

         “Hey! Why are you walking away from us? We just want to have some fun!” Their voices are getting closer. Two people I can probably take in a fight, but it sounds like there are a least three of them. Those aren’t odds I’m willing to mess with. Rita’s comes into view and I see Hotch jogging towards me, hand on his hip – he’s armed. I shut my phone, shoving it back into my pocket. We make contact in the next few seconds, his arm coming around my shoulders and he hurries me inside the bar. Once inside, he turns to me, grabbing my face in his hands.

         “Hey, are you okay?” I nod, tears welling in my eyes. “Come on, come sit down.” He guides me to a small table in the back, away from the crowd. “Where’s your car? Why weren’t you driving?”

         “Stupid thing broke down again. It’s in the shop. I have to take the bus until it’s fixed.”

         “Yeah, you’re not doing that. No offense, but even with an FBI office here these streets aren’t very safe after midnight. I don’t even let my team members walk to their cars alone when we go out. I’ve got an extra car; you can borrow it until yours is fixed.”

         “Hotch that’s very generous, but I can’t accept that.”

         “You can, and you will. I don’t want to lay in bed at night unable to sleep because I’m afraid you’re about to get jumped. Do you own a gun?” I nod, still processing the fact that he inadvertently let slip that he thinks about me at night. “Good. Carry it with you.”

         “I can’t take it into the club.”

         “Then don’t let anyone see it.” He raises his eyebrows at me. “Some rules are meant to be broken. And if it comes down to breaking the club’s rules and saving your life, I hope you’d choose to save your life every time.”

         The bell on the door rings and the voices that were following me have come into the bar. I feel lightheaded and panicked, and my eyes widen when I look at Hotch.

         “What do you want me to do? Scare the shit out of them, beat the shit out of them, or get them kicked out of the bar?”

         “I kind of want to beat the shit out of them. How many are there?” Hotch glances back towards the door.

         “Four.”

         “Yeah, we can take ‘em.” He blinks in surprise.

         “You’re a very interesting person, Y/N.” He says, regarding me.

         “Yeah, well, I didn’t take martial arts for fifteen years to not use it. Come on.” I slip out of the booth, stretching my arms over my head pulling them tight, and then shaking them out. I pull the hair tie off my wrist and tie up my hair.

         “HEY! ASSHOLES!” I shout. They turn and look at me, grinning, but those grins disappear when they see the man lurking behind me. “What makes you think it’s okay to follow women around at night, hmmm?” The whole bar is quiet, watching the confrontation. “I don’t think that’s very nice, and neither does my very, very, scary boyfriend. So please, step outside with us so we can beat the shit out of you.” They glance at each other quickly, trying to decide if they want to take on me and Hotch.

         “I, uh, I think we’ll pass. Sorry, miss.” One of the men in the front says nervously.

         “Don’t do it again. Or we’ll really beat your asses, got it?” I say sweetly.

         “Got it. Sorry.” They duck out of the bar quickly and I feel Hotch’s hand on my lower back. The bar cheers and I give them a small little curtsy. I turn to face Hotch and he’s smiling at me.

         “So, I’m your ‘very scary’ boyfriend now?” He says, walking me back to the table and I feel my cheeks grow warm.

         “Shut up. They’re more likely to leave me alone if they think we’re together.” I avoid his gaze.

         “Fair enough, my very scary girlfriend.” I can hear the smile in his voice but, I avert the topic quickly.

         “So, what’s an FBI agent doing out at three in the morning? Don’t you have lives to save or something?”

         “Well, seeing as it’s early Saturday morning, I’m off the hook until Monday at 8 AM.”

         “Touché. But the question still stands, don’t you have things to attend to at home?”

         “Well, my son is with my sister-in-law, so I’ve got an open schedule.” Sister-in-law. Fuck. He’s married. That’s my one no-no. I’m fine with engaging with married men in the club – that’s their business, not mine. Damn, and I thought we were gonna have something.

         “Oh. I didn’t know you were married.” I shift in my seat, looking down at the table.

         “Don’t worry, she’s dead.” I blink in surprise.

         “I’m sorry, what?” My pitch tilts up on the last word.

         “She died two years ago.”

         “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

         “Hey, look at me.” I feel his hand close over mine. I look up at him. “I’m not upset with you. Just being honest. It was a long time ago, I’m okay.”

         “Okay.” I shift in my seat again.

         “You can ask.” He says.

         “I don’t want to be rude.”

         “Yet you’re literally fidgeting trying not to ask the question. Just ask it.” He’s got a half smile on his face – strange for a man who just admitted his wife is dead.

         “What happened to her?” I ask quietly and focus on his hand over mine on the table, rather than look into his endless eyes.

         “She was murdered.” I look up at him quickly, and he nods. “That’s all I’m willing to say right now.”

         “Of course, of course. I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine going through that.” He just nods and I change the subject again.

         “Is your job dangerous? I mean, what exactly do you do for a living? Besides look intimidating as hell.”

         “You think I’m intimidating?”

         “Very. Why do you think I just kept staring at you and never actually talked to you?”

         “Well, it’s good to know the feeling is mutual, you’re also very intimidating.” I laugh at that.

         “Me? Intimidating? Yeah, like I’m gonna believe that.”

         “Y/N, you literally just stood up to four men and threatened to beat them up! And yes, you’re intimidating, especially in the club environment. You know everyone’s eyes are on you, so you play a part, coy, seductive, it’s entrancing and very intimidating.”

         “Well, I’m disappointed in you. You don’t seem like the kind of man to back down from a powerful woman.” I say, winking at him. His hand tightens imperceptibly over mine. “I’m serious though, what do you do for the FBI?”

         “I’m a profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We catch bad people, killers, mostly. Morgan is a profiler too.” He says, nodding towards the right. I turn around quickly and see Derek Morgan at a table a few away from us. He takes notice, winks at me, then goes back to talking to three women – two blonde women and one dark-haired woman.

         “Are they on your team too? The women?”

         “You don’t miss much, do you? And yes, from left to right, that’s JJ, Penelope, and Emily.” I wave at them, as now all the attention is on me, and they all smile and wave back.

         “They seem nice. Is that why you’re gone a lot? Working on catching killers?”

         “Yeah, we get cases all over the country.”

         “A well-traveled man, it seems.”

         “You could say that.”

         “I know it’s not in the US, but I’ve always wanted to go to Paris. It’s so cliché, but to be able to see the Eiffel Tower in person? I don’t think anything could compare to that.” I shrug, kind of embarrassed that I admitted that.

         “You would love Paris.”

         “You’ve been?” I exclaim and sit up straighter.

         “Many times. It’s a beautiful city, you would fit right in there.” I smile at that, before yawning. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot you worked tonight. Would you like a ride home?”

         “As much as I’m enjoying talking to you right now, there’s no place I’d rather be than snuggled up in my bed right now.” He laughs and we slide out of the booth. We have to walk past Morgan’s table, and Hotch stops there.

         “We’re heading out, Morgan. Will you walk them to your car when you’re finished?”

         “Wouldn’t dream of doing anything different, Hotch. Hey Y/N, you work tonight?”

         “Yeah, and many of the girls were upset that you weren’t there to entertain us,” I say, winking at him. He lets out a laugh at that. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I say, shifting my attention to the three women. They take their turn saying hi to me.

         “Hotch, you didn’t tell us she’s drop dead gorgeous,” Penelope says, grinning at me.

         “That wasn’t important to the story.”

         “Wait, what story?” I asked, confused.

         “The story where you flipped our very unsuspecting boss on his back,” Emily says laughing.

         “Hotch! You told them about that?”

         “Well, how else was I supposed to explain that I couldn’t do field work due to bruised ribs?” He shoots back, raising an eyebrow. I wince at that and mouth ‘sorry’. He shrugs, placing his hand on my back, a move that does not go unnoticed by the four profilers sitting in front of us.

         “Well, we’ll leave you to it,” Morgan says, winking, and I smack him on the shoulder.

         “And I better see you shelling out a lot of money at the club next week, dickhead.” The women watch the exchange with amusement.

         “Yeah, when can we come to the club with you, Morgan?” Penelope asks, genuinely curious. I feel Hotch stiffen behind me.

         “All in good time, ladies. I’ll lose all my favorite girls to you guys the moment you show up.”

         “You are welcome anytime, Penelope. We would love to have you. Either on stage or watching.” I say with a slight smile, and she blushes, flattered. “But I really do have to get going now. It was lovely meeting you all.” They echo the sentiment, and Hotch and I make our way into the chilly night. “Oh, you have a nice ass car.” I whistle low. The SUV has blacked-out windows and looks badass.

         “Government issued.” He says, opening the passenger door for me and giving me his hand to help me get in the car. He comes around the other side and gets in. “What’s your address?” I give him the address to the Sunningdale Meadows Condos, and he frowns.

         “Hey, no judging. I’m a college student, I’m just trying to get by.” He says nothing, just puts the car in drive and starts the short ten-minute drive to my apartment.

         “Which number are you?”

         “307. It’s towards the back on the left-hand side.” He finds the apartment number lit up just barely by my dim outdoor light. “Thank you so much,” I say, quickly undoing the seat belt and getting out of the car. I hear his door open as well and he comes around to my side. “Hotch, I can walk to my own apartment.”

         “I’m not taking any chances,” he says, voice tight. He offers me his arm and I happily take it as we make our way up to the second floor and I unlock my door.

         “Can I come in and check your locks and windows?” I laugh but he looks deathly serious.

         “Jeez, Mr. Serious. Yes, you can come in and check them.” I walk into the small, but quaint apartment and am greeted by my dog jogging up to us and butting into my legs.

         “I didn’t know you have a dog.”

         “I got him as protection, but he’s a faithful friend too,” I say scratching his ears. “Aren’t you, Cujo?” He laughs at that.

         “Cujo? Very fitting for a Doberman.” I smile up at him, and Cujo wanders over to Hotch, smelling him for a couple of seconds before sitting down and placing one of his paws on his knee.

         “That’s really weird, he doesn’t typically take well to strangers,” I say, straightening up and watching Hotch lean down to pet Cujo a few times. “Cujo, come!” I say, walking back towards my small kitchen. “Check what you need to check, Hotch, so you can sleep tonight.” He chuckles and I scoop out some dog food for Cujo, pouring it into his bowl and refilling his water. I can hear Hotch checking the locks and I smile to myself. He seems like a very caring man if he’s going this far just to make sure a stripper gets home safe. “Bedroom is in the back – I’ve got one window in there,” I call out softly, not wanting my voice to travel through the thin walls, but it’s not as if my neighbors are that considerate. He brushes past me, hands pressing into my hips briefly to squeeze behind me in the small walkway. My breath stutters in my chest but the moment is over just as soon as it began. I hear him check the lock in there.

         “Where do you keep your gun?”

         “In my nightstand, like everybody else. And there’s one in my ottoman by the door. As well as a set of throwing knives. And a couple of spare knives in my underwear drawer.” He pokes his head back into the kitchen.

         “I’m sorry, throwing knives?”

         “It’s just a hobby,” I say, shrugging.

         “You keep getting more and more interesting, Y/N,” he says, stepping into the kitchen and leaning on the fridge.

         “Are the locks up to your standards, sir?” I ask, mockingly. I watch his eyes darken and I make a mental note to revisit that later, preferably when I’m not bone tired.

         “They are. And I’m glad you have multiple ways to defend yourself. Cujo included,” he says, nodding his head towards my dog. Cujo cocks his head at Hotch and we both laugh at that.

         “Thank you. For the ride. For everything.” I say quietly.

         “Anytime. Give me a call when you’re up tomorrow and I’ll get you that car as I promised.”

         “Hotch, seriously, you don’t have to do that.”

         “I want to.” He says simply.

         “Well, let me walk you to the door,” I say, yawning and stretching my arms. I turn and walk towards the door, opening it for him. “Thank you, again.”

         “Of course, pretty girl.” He says and presses a quick kiss to my forehead before leaving my apartment, jogging down the stairs, and driving away. I’m smiling the whole time, and the smile is still on my face as I lock the door and get ready for bed.

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chapter three

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ah! okay so I would love to join the prompt event with Ran x afab! reader with prompt #20: “Cant you see? I didn’t care about all the details, I just wanted you!”

Bless you for this 💜💜💜

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Prompt #20 "Can't you see? I don't care about all the details. I just wanted you! - Haitani Ran

Kantou Manji! bf! Haitani Ran x afab! gf! reader 

cw: angst, hurt to comfort, mentions of negligence, Rindou being supportive, Ran's an oblivious asshole, (implied) unrequited love, deaths mentioned, reader is Izana's lil sis (kinda love that twist tbh)

summary: Being the Roppongi king's girlfriend isn't always the rainbow life like everyone had think of, quite the opposite actually. 

word count: 568 words

AN: Thank you for requesting this! I wrote this while being hospitalised lmaooo nothing's more fun than writing angst in the ward. BUT I want you to know that although you requested this later than someone else, I posted yours before them because I made this to be a part 1 of the other person's. I hope you don't mind!! Gonna post a part 2 to this tomorrow!

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Part 2 here!

"Rin, is Ran home?" the younger Haitani only frowned at your question before looking at his brother who's talking to their other Kantou Manji members. "Both of us are at a Kantou Manji meeting. Why?" your silence terrifies Rindou before you eventually speak up, "Ah… Is that so. Never mind then."

"Y/N… What happened?" Rindou interjects before you manage to end the call. "Ah! It's nothing really. It's just, I think he might have forgotten we had a date today…" you trailed off before continuing "BUT! That's fine! Both of you guys are too busy, I understand." your obvious tone of sadness through the phone call lit up something inside Rin causing him to sigh at his brother's idiotic actions. As if you can sense his turmoil, you piped up *It's fine Rin! I guess we can always reschedule it. Thanks anyway!" and ended the call.

Huffing, Rindou walked over to his brother, hitting his back. "What the fuck Rin?" Ran curses before patting the place where he was hit by his brother. "Did you forget anything?" seeing confusion in Ran's eyes only made Rindou wanting to hit him harder. "Y/N called. Did you forget your date today?" at his statement, Ran's eyes widened before grabbing his phone to see 30 missed calls and 19 messages from you asking where he is, the last one being half an hour ago. Upon checking his calendar, Ran curses as he remembered that today also marked both of you guys' 4th anniversary. Bidding the Kantou Manji's members and his brother goodbye, he jogged away to his bike, aiming to repair his damage.

"Honestly Rindou?" Rindou perked up hearing his name before looking up and seeing all of the Kantou Manji members looking at him, with Koko who was the one that called him. "What."

"Honestly, why didn't you take Y/N away from Ran?" Rindou was taken aback by Koko's question and looked at them in disbelief." What the fuck you mean by that?" his defensive tone only made Sanzu snicker. "Exactly what he means Romeo." Sanzu said teasingly before dismissing all the members.

(Meanwhile at your place)

You don't know what were you expecting when Ran came to you but the fights and screaming fest that's going on is totally something you'd been preparing for.

"Oh please Y/N, you know who I am. I can't put all the attention on you just because you're my girlfriend! You were fine before this, what the fuck happened now?" Ran tried to defend himself even more.

"I'm a member of Kantou Manji Y/N, I can't always stay with you! I stayed there long enough to have many enemies come to you. I'M PROTECTING YOU!, I PROMISED YOUR BROTHER I WOULD! I DON'T WANT YOU ENDED UP DEAD LIKE HIM."

But Ran's words only aggravated you even more," Shut up!" you screamed. "Can't you see? I didn’t care about all the details. I just wanted you!”

"Whatever promises you had with Izana, I don't care about it. I just want you. You and me. We both against the world, remember?" you chuckled brokenly.

"Fine. Y/N, would you do the honour of being my wife?" silence ensued between both of you before you broke it by chuckling in disbelief "What the hell Ran?"

"I said what I said. Kurokawa Y/N, would you do the honour of being a Haitani?"

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the third time i come with the same idea but im a fan of it im so sorry

anyone from the bright family (mainly mikell because i love him if thats ok) with an s/o that doesn't know where they work at and didn't knew they had a big family¿

Alrighty! I think for this imma do David and Mikell (i don't think David works anywhere specifically? But i do know he helps the 'Bright cult' so i'll just do that lolol) and i hope i'm right with this being the idea that they just don't find out?

Mikell and David with and s/o who doesn't know where they work or their fam lolol

Warning: cursing, AFAB reader (only with Mikell)

Mikell

-You were married to Mikell, the two of you being the cliche 'Childhood sweethearts' or well maybe more 'Teenagehood sweethearts' as you both had met when you were both teens.

-Your family ran a pretty nice ranch only across the road from his families ranch. Mikell couldn't really visit you often though due to him being the one that was always raising his siblings

-but sometimes he'd see you outside riding a horse or just walking around a bit talking to one of your friends from school, damn he wished he knew what it was like to go to school. He had been homeschooled all his life.

-One day he just kinda left Elias in charge of everything while he made his way to your families ranch, you were surprised to have finally met your neighbor "oh! Sorry you scared me-" Mikell rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly "sorry, uh just wanted to finally come say hi"

-Mikell would visit you often eventually asking you out. Now you both were in your 20s, Mikell was working as 'Agent Cowboy' and he never told you. He couldn't until you two were married, so he just proposed right there at your families ranch

-time flies and he's still never told you, you two are married and expecting a damn kid. He still can't tell you he's 'Agent Cowboy' he can't tell you he's working for the Foundation either.

-He's also yet to really tell you about his family, sure you know Claire and Jack and all this time you've just suspected a ranch family with two parents and three kids. Not a ranch family with 5 kids, some guy named Tamlin, and dozens of possible kids from his dad

-He's actually really good at keeping this all a secret, it's when he becomes an 05 that it becomes harder to keep it a secret. He ends up just like his parents, always gone and never having anytime with you or his kids.

-You try to get the truth out of him, but he'd rather tell you he has a second family then tell you he's an 05. So he just continues to lie right to your face, once you ask too much he just uses anesthetics on you.

-Again all this time he could've told you, but if *you* told anyone you'd be dead. So he'd rather make you forget you even questioned his job then tell you out of fear.

David

-David met you in his youth, he had just started up the 'Ambrose cult' which at the time was only a couple kids and two adults that were his half siblings. Of course he kept the cult a secret when he first met you, he kiiiinda found it a lil embarrassing that he had a literal fucking cult because his dad and grandpa couldn't stop fucking people and getting them pregnant.

-You took pity on him at first seeing as how he was blind, but he surprised you by seeming to somehow get by and act as if he could see. You just kinda guessed since he was blind maybe his other senses got better? You had no clue how he became blind but yeah....

-David was the one to ask you out, he came to your house and asked to go out with you. He was romantic with it to, brought flowers and everything and ofc you said yes

-so now it's been some months, the cult is growing..a lot. And he does feel the need to tell you. But how the ever loving fuck does he tell someone that he has a cult made up of his families illegitimate children.

-so he just keeps it a secret and constantly lies about where he's been, he'll usually tell you he's been busy at 'Blind people anonymous' meetings. All the while he's meeting up with the cult to discuss things.

-you also don't know about his family, he'd rather jump into an active volcano then let you know about them. So you've never met them, in fact he calls himself an orphan and claims his parents died a long time ago

-You do tho eventually learn about his eyes, but he tells you it was by some 'psycho' he doesn't know..which honestly isn't that far from the truth

-he keeps you in the dark for as long as he can, if you find out you find out. But he'd like it if you never did, not cause he's ashamed but cause he's just borderline embarrassed

Hope you enjoyed! If you want me to add someone i will lolol

Buh bye!

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[sihakadan]

Found You pt.7

Gonna start wrapping it up, but I've had fun. Even one like on these makes me happy I still have questions, whether or not Scar is a chirean or a vastaya or if that baby was really his and holy fuck, I need season 2 baaad. I put a master list together, so if you wish to go back or listen to the music I did when writing, you can go here. Pairing: Scar x gn!Reader (I feel like I have implied too much that that this is a AFAB reader, which wasn't my goal, so I apologize) NSFW, MDNI, proof reading if I feel like it, which is never.

Frozen with fear, your throat felt like it was closing up and the panic filled the closet. Cursing silently, you held up your hand to tell Scar to stay where he was. "Don't move." You whispered.

"Come out, I have a gun!" Your sister shouted. Of course she fucking did.

"Dee! It's me, don't shoot!" You shouted, moving towards the door, Scar watching you with wide eyes, mouthing 'no' several times. "It's me! I'm coming out."

"Y/N?" She said in a very pitiful voice as you stepped out of the closet, hands up. "Is...is it really you?"

Diana looked more like your mother than any of your siblings and you always thought that she was the prettiest one in the family. You two were so close in age that while growing up people assumed you were twins. "Yes, Dee. It's me."

"Oh my god!" She set the gun down on the table closest to her and ran at you, arms open wide. "I thought I would never see you again!"

You patted her back, trying to keep her from being able to see into the closet. "I moved to the undercity. I wasn't dead."

Dee stepped back and looked at you, shaking her head. "What are you wearing? Why haven't you visited? Are you coming back?"

Why are you wearing street clothes, is what she really meant. "I have patients, I can't exactly just leave on a whim. Nothing was stopping any of you from meeting me at the bridge. I left that letter-"

"Mother forbade it." She shook her head, wiping a tear away. "Y/N... papa died. Right after you left."

That made your heart sink and your lips pressed together, tears pricking your eyes. He was never really fatherly or loving, but still he was your father. "He did?"

She nodded, picking at her cuticles, just like you did when you were nervous. "Mother said it was because you left. Made a whole big deal about it." Her eyes fluttered over your face. "But you're back now and she'll forgive you. We missed you." She took your hands.

That was not possible. To your parents, children were just another tool to climb up a social ladder. When you left, you took the possibility of tying them to another great house in the city through marriage, by having grandchildren that would also give them more prestige. Even your siblings looked at one another like business partners, not family. Even Dee, who was looking at you with wide eyes. She was glad that she wouldn't be taking your responsibilities.

"Dee, I'm not coming back." You slid your hands from hers.

The look of betrayal on her face cut you a bit, but you kept your chin up. "Why?" She asked, her voice wavering.

You crossed your arms and sighed. "I've seen how things are down there, what they're dealing with. If I turn my back on them, I am no better than the people dumping shimmer into the streets."

"They do it to themselves!" She said, shocked by what you were saying. "They could clean up their own streets, stop the drugs, be better-"

"How can you think it is that simple? You don't think they haven't tried? Or are still trying? You know who is helping them stay in that state? The same council we grew up thinking they'd protect us." You were losing your temper, but you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

"They do protect us!" She countered, backing away from you, hurt all over her face.

"Us, not them." You shot back. "Look, I am just here to grab somethings I forgot and then go-"

That pissed her off, royally. "You turned your back on us, come here to steal, and just leave?"

"Stealing my own things?" You motioned to the room around you. "It's almost been two years and it doesn't look like anyone was going to clean it out. Why does it matter if I take it?" What use was it here, gathering dust when you could get money for medicine for people who were in dire need of it.

"It's the principle!"

"Fuck the principle! Fuck Piltover and fuck the council." It just came out of your mouth so effortlessly and it was like a burden had been taken off your chest. "And fuck this family. I am not staying to be another pawn on mother's board. If you want that life, go ahead, but I need to get back to my family."

Dee's rage was obvious as her face turned red and tears rolled down her cheek, turning and stomping out of the room, slamming the door so hard that a picture fell off the wall. They had to go, now. She would tip someone off that they were here.

"Scar!" You poked your head back into the closet. "We have to get out of here, now!"

He was already marching out of that closet, grabbing you arm as you two made your way to the balcony doors. Then you remembered something.

"Wait!" You turned back and ran towards your bed, reaching under it and pulling out a box, tied with a pretty silk bow. As soon as you had it, you were running back to the doors and without hesitation, let Scar grab you, the bags on his back.

As he took off, you heard someone shouting your name and your grip around Scar's neck tightened. There was nothing left for you there, not anymore.

///

Once on the ground, Scar set you down and let you have a moment to yourself. What you said was true. You weren't a person; you were a pawn in some petty game of who could be the most powerful. And you had found people who cared about you, as a person.

"Shit..." You sighed as you stood up. The bag on Scar's back was full and some of the clothing he had managed to swipe was sticking out in random places. "Did you get anything good?"

He grunted in response, looking at you with something close to sadness. Why was he sad? You shrugged it off and pulled out the velvet drawstring bag. "We might need to go to a couple places, but we should be able to get the money." You shook it, the jewelry clanging together. "Do we do this topside or go back?" The shops in the undercity would probably offer more money, since fancy jewelry was common on topside than it was down there.

He nodded at the box by your feet, the one you went back to get. "What's in there?"

You looked at it and then chuckled. "Nothing for you, that is for sure."

"Hm." He tilted his head and then nodded towards the bridge. "They'll pay good money for anything they can melt down."

That was the truth. "Okay, so back to the undercity." You picked up the box and walked over to him. "Please don't go so fast this time."

He smirked and beckoned you closer to him with a clawed finger. That...did something to you and heat pooled in your belly. As soon as you got closer, he picked you up without effort and got on his board.

"Scar-" You almost shrieked as he hit the booster and it made you hold him closer. That was definitely on purpose.

He took you to a passage by the bridge and put you down, chuckling when you pushed on his chest in retaliation for doing exactly what you asked him not to.

If he wasn't there with you, you'd be terrified walking around the undercity, pockets full of gold and silver, jewels. People gave him a wide berth, especially when he growled and flashed his sharp teeth at them. If you didn't know him, he was terrifying. At some point you took his hand and he did not let go, pulling you along after him, grip firm. It made you feel so much safer.

The first place you went was hard to find, but Scar reassured you that it was the best place to go. Ekko's go to.

It was dark and musty, as were most shops were down here. A yordle sat behind the counter, looking at something with a handheld lens. "I do not haggle." Was all he said.

You looked up at Scar, but he nodded at you to go ahead. Your hand tightened around the bag before you went up to the counter, ducking to miss some hanging crystals and feathers. "I need to trade some things, for cash." You set down the bag.

The yordle looked up at you and then noticed Scar not too far behind you. "Ah, a friend." He set down the lens and what looked to be a pocket watch. He took the bag and shook it, humming happily at the noises it made. "This is quality stuff." He chuckled and you looked back at Scar questioningly. He hadn't even seen them yet.

The rings and other pieces were dumped in between the two of you and you watched as he picked through them, humming, giggling, or taking a closer look with his lens. "Very dangerous to come down here, with all these goodies."

"We need the money." You couldn't bear to think about the agony Tal was in right now.

"Don't we all?" He hummed happily. He reached down and you heard several clicks before the jingle of coins. Two small bags. "I can take three of these pieces without being under scrutiny of the enforcers." He pushed the money forward.

You looked in the bags and felt your heart drop a bit. This wasn't enough. "Wait, please-"

"I said, I do not haggle." The yordle held up a finger, silencing you. Your breath hitched and the pit of your stomach knotted.

Something brushed your side and looked to see Scar leaning forward, sliding the money back at the yordle. "Make an exception." His eyes were hard and focused on the smaller being on the other side of the counter.

The merchant hummed again, looking over Scar warily before going below again and handing over another bag. It wasn't as much as you hoped, but it was enough to get Tal's medicine. Before he changed his mind, you grabbed the remaining jewelry and the money, muttering a thanks as you hurried towards the door. The heavy footsteps following right behind you.

There wasn't really fresh air in the lanes, but it wasn't as stifling as it had been in there. You still had things to trade, it wasn't a total loss. Right now, you had to get to a pharmacy and get what you could.

///

By the time you got the medicine and flew back to the pipe that led to the sanctuary, it was dark, and the firelights were out and about. The cold pack that was keeping the medicine from spoiling was freezing your thigh, but you refused to hand it over as you almost ran towards the entrance.

Everything felt like it took too long: the knock, pushing open the door, squeezing by at the first chance you could. You had to get the first dose to Tal before the other doses were taken to the clinic to be put in the freezer.

"Hey!" Ekko shouted as he ran behind you. "Slow down!"

There would be time to talk once you took care of the baby. You scared Wen when you burst through the door of the clinic, tunnel vision on the screaming little girl in her arms.

"Did you get it?" Wen asked tiredly. Holding a screaming baby all day was probably draining.

You set down the bag and opened the package, hissing at the burning cold as you grabbed a vial. She was going to be one pissed off baby. "Yes." You filled a syringe. "Hold her tight. She is going to be super mad." You said as Scar and Ekko came into the clinic.

"Here." Scar held his hands out to take his daughter, the distress coming back to his face as Tal kept screaming. It was awful, seeing her like this. "I got her." Honestly, this would hurt him just as much as it would hurt his daughter. No decent parent liked watching their child suffer.

You nodded at him, holding her thigh as you poked it with a needle. Even as small as the needle was, as quick as you tried, it still made her very upset, and you swore she bit Scar in the chest.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. Shhh." Your cool fingers against her searing forehead probably felt soothing. "Okay, sit down. I need to put some drops in her ear."

"What was that?" Ekko nodded to the syringe you had just put down.

"A very powerful antibiotic, she'll need another shot in 3 days to keep the infection from coming back." Going back to the pack, you pulled out the small dropper bottle and undid the cap. "This will help with the pain. Give her some relief."

At seeing you with the dropper, Tal buried her face into Scar's chest, her poor little throat becoming hoarse from constantly crying. "It's okay, this won't hurt." She still wasn't going to like it.

Reluctantly, Scar moved her so you could get to her ear, holding her little head in his large hand to hold it still. The first drop spooked her, but by the time you finished, her cries had ebbed into whimpers and sniffles.

It seemed like every adult in the room gave a big sigh of relief and you put a hand on Scar's shoulder to keep yourself from falling over. Everything that had happened today was starting to hit you.

"Thank you." His voice was close to your ear and you closed your eyes, nodding.

You fell into a chair as Ekko went to check on Tal, looking between you and Scar. "Did it go alright? No hiccups?"

Before you could say anything about your sister, Scar interrupted. "None. In and out." He gave you a look to stop you from saying otherwise.

That relieved Ekko and he sat down with you. "What you did...for just one of us- this means a lot."

You reached into your pocket and pulled out the bag, plopping it in his hand. "Of course. It's what family does."

///

A/N: Ok, there was no sexy during this part but hey, slow burn...its gonna heat up a bit more.

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[theodora3022]

His bird in a gilded cage

Yandere! Malleus Draconia x reader

Summary: Unrequited love has driven the Fae Prince to the point of insanity. Malleus will not allow you to be with anyone other than him at any cost. Even if that means having you despise him, even if it means taking drastic measures to make you remain by his side.

A/N: Ah yes, the long awaited piece of the possessive dragon lord. Nothing explicit NSFW in this as always since I do not write about these potentially trigger topics to get off. Inspired by @deceitful-darlings 's this concept post!

Word count: 2.1k

Content warnings: SFW, imprisonment, past kidnapping, unrequited love(some angst involved?), forced marriage mention, forced turning mention(Human-> Fae), implied non-con, light breeding mention, AFAB reader(?, no pronouns but with use of "wife", "princess", suggested childbirth), light cursing (the use of "damned"), general yandere content, OOC if you consider yandere variant to be OOC I guess?

Disclaimer: This is not healthy love and is meant to make you uncomfortable.

To be like “a bird in a gilded cage” is to live in luxury but without freedom.

"A golden cage is still just a cage."

—Anita Krizzan

The canaries. Delightful little yellow birds with charming singing voices would certainly make your mood better, even just for a bit.

That is what Malleus Draconia had in mind when he listened to Lilia’s advice and purchased the creature for you. One of the finest of the breed, of course. His future wife and Queen deserve only the best. He had not once seen you being jovial in these castle walls once, which pains him so.

Although it was not so unexpected. You did not come to the Valley of Thorns out of your own volition. Quite the opposite, in fact. Malleus would be absolutely furious if someone were to whisk him away in the dead of the night and keep him by their side regardless of his wishes. Both him and Lilia had been impressed by your calm, level-headed reaction to all, and not much could get such a reaction out of that old Fae in this world.

Having Silver delivers the birdcage to your chambers certainly helped. It worked well.

Too well, perhaps.

To the point, he feels jealous of the creature now. While hiding in the shadows of the doorway to your drawing room, the observing dragon Fae cannot help but feel...

The citizens of his realm would be beyond shocked if they knew their crown prince secretly wishes to be a tiny, delicate pet bird right now. Merely because you are watching its performance with benevolence.

Its beautiful melodies soothe your soul, you have to admit that much. The cage is placed on one of the end tables in the drawing-room, with a maid assigned to take care of the bird’s needs. All you have to do is to listen to its calming serenades on one of the sofas nearby.

The long, dreadful afternoons in this gloomy castle are somehow more bearable with a singing golden fluff ball keeping you company. Yes, you do enjoy listening to it. If the goal of its existence was to lift up your spirits, then it has certainly met that.

But, how ironic of Malleus to give you such a present.

A bird in a gilded golden cage. Does he have a clue of what that symbolizes? Ah, you forgot that saying is foreign to this world. You let out a small chuckle mixed with a hint of sarcasm, leaning in closer to admire the goldsmith’s fine work of a prison.

The little thing seemed to notice your interests, because it ceased singing, proceeding to jump as close as the cage would allow, locking eyes with you. It has become comfortable with your presence over time, perhaps out of empathy. Since you too are trapped in a fancy yet inescapable cage.

A sincere smile crept upon your lips as you let the bird friendly peck your knuckle. The very expression Malleus has been longing for.

A shame, electronics are not available for him. Or he would just record this precious moment with the click of a button. Malleus would love to see this every day, one way or another.

If only you would look upon him with such warmth in your eyes. When was the last time that occurred? Feels like a century ago, back when you two were still on good terms.

As much as he would like to look at this painting-worthy scene for the rest of his life, Malleus has things to discuss with you today.

Some fake cough has always been his way of gaining your attention.

Taking note of his existence, you are quick to wipe any happy expression off your face. Sighing as if this is a tiring chore, you turn on the sofa to face the doorway, to meet his emerald eyes.

Every time he comes in, the singing would abruptly stop. Your guess is that the bird is afraid of the dragon Fae. So you decided to get a dark cloth cover for the cage for these situations.

“Is there anything you need?” You are using a bland tone matching that stoic face, without a trace of emotion. As always when it is necessary to speak to him or Lilia.

Malleus shakes his head slowly as if he feels frustrated. “My grandmother had been asking about the wedding date again. Apparently, she wishes to plan the ceremony herself.”

That again? Wow, had he really convinced himself that you care for such things. “And how does that concern me?”

“Well of course, since you are the bride.” Is this your new way of hating him now? Acting as if none of this affects you in any way? Weddings are supposed to be sacred and joyous occasions to both humans and Fae, Malleus would be lying if he said he is not looking forward to naming you his wife officially. To tie the eternal knot with his beloved princess and start a family with the apple of his eye.

“Whenever you like, Malleus. It is not like my opinion matters much to you.” Asking for your opinion on a wedding reception after he ignores your pleas for setting you free? He cannot possibly be serious. Picking up the uneventful adventure novel you were skimming through yesterday, you turned to the bookmarked page and tried your best to pretend he does not exist.

Few in this realm have the courage to ignore Prince Malleus Draconia. You are one of them, purely out of spite.

To say you are crossed with him would be an understatement.

Malleus had stolen you away from the love of your life and forbidden you from seeing him. If that is not cruelty, what qualifies as such?

Still hanging to your former crush? Has he not done enough to prove that he is worthy of your affections?

This is not the well-mannered, lonely Malleus you know.

“I just do not understand, what is that he has that I cannot give?”

With his royal status, the Fae could easily have dozens of women at his beck and call. Your options are far more limited in comparison. Yet he refuses to move on and let you leave.

You never understand why he is this obsessive with you either. Not that you ever would.

What is it that person can offer and he cannot? Why did you choose him instead of Malleus? Is the idea of marrying him that revolting to you?

He had treated you with nothing but utmost respect ever since your arrival. Feed you only the best meals and dress you in high-quality fabrics. Ladies in waiting and servants at your disposal 24/7, on top of the unrestricted access to the castle.

So, why are you still behaving like this? Acting like you want nothing to do with him, it is clear as day you do not love him in the slightest.

On the contrary, you seem to bear a certain amount of hatred towards Malleus.

Has he been too lenient and spoiled you too much? Does he need to resort to those…more extreme measures?

Maybe he should not have taken you away in the heat of the moment. But what else do you expect Malleus to do? Just stand by and watch you be all lovey-dovey with someone else? His brain had short-circuited when he overhears you reciting how you had kissed another on the forehead and they matter the most to you.

"Please, I need to hear you say it. Tell me you love me." The indifferent attitude hurts him even more than you getting upset. It almost feels mocking, how you look upon with pity, as if he is some grumpy infant throwing another temper tantrum.

“Do you want me to lie to you, Malleus? Because I could only do that.”

"No, I would not have it. You were made to be mine!" Not even empty words? You could at least pretend. After all he did for you.

Malleus wanted to do this the normal way. To court you as a gentleman should, to win your affection with loving gestures and gifts.

But at the end of the day, he is a Fae. A species renowned for taking what they want.

After all, as a dragon, being possessive of his treasures are ingrained in his very nature.

If you think you can achieve something by being this distant and insist on disrespecting him...

As much as he loathes to hear Lilia’s “I told you so”s, Malleus cannot think of any other ways. If the procedure goes well, he can have his dearest with him for the rest of his life, although the process will not be pleasant for you. He would rather not have you suffer, however that would also leave you no choice but to accept your rightful place, which is right here with him.

That stoic expression you wear so often for him is finally gone with him pinning your form down, by the wrists on the double sofa. One way to get some emotions out of you, albeit not his favourite way.

If gazes can hurt, he imagines he would have died countless times by now.

“What now, Malleus?”

“The transform ritual will be ready within two days.” You gulped, those words unnerve you to no end.

Feeling your figure stiffens under him, a whisper of protest arose in the back of Malleus’s mind when he thought about what he will subject you to in the near future. However, that small voice is quickly silenced by his overwhelming craving to truly have you to himself. Enough to make him overlook your fearful eyes and focus on inhaling your sweet scent.

Only this way, you will give up on those unrealistic fantasies about that person and finally devote yourself to your Prince, your fated one. Not that he worries about that person coming to “rescue” you, anyone with common sense would think twice before declaring war between their nation and the Valley of Thorns.

Is that stroke down your cheek an attempt of reassurance? A rather poor attempt, if you may comment. It is like he cannot feel your trembles.

Your true love could never bring himself to be this cruel. Unlike this monster of a man, he would never make you go through a painful ordeal for his own selfish needs.

If only you had been more careful with your words on that damned day.

“Worry not, my beloved. I have summoned the best specialist in the Kingdom, he will be fast and it will not hurt so much. Besides, I will be there with you during the entirety of the process.” You are not worried about the pain so much, more of the prospect of being turned into a Faerie against your will. Malleus knows it, but that does not concern him anymore. “You can freely use Fae magic afterwards! Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

To be frank, you rather remain a magicless human with a short lifespan forever, if that means you can return to your love’s embrace. Even when you do obtain magic, you doubt it would be a helpful asset against one of the strongest sorcerers in all Twisted Wonderland.

But what can you do? Nothing.

Nothing within your powers can get you out of this horrifying situation, nor can you refuse when Malleus gently places you on his lap. At least you can try to block out his ridiculous layouts about how you will make a great crown princess to his people, and an even better, loving mother to his heirs. How he cannot wait to see them running around and would not mind them being a spitting image of you.

Children? Is he overloading your brain on purpose? That is indeed one way to bind you with him forever.

You are trapped.

Your captor may make your cage a literal castle, luxurious beyond your wildest imagination.

He could also shower you with endless gifts and attention, even take you out sometimes.

None of the above would ever change the fact that you are stuck here. Possibly for the rest of your life. With you becoming a Fae soon, that life sounds like quite a lengthy one.

Should you submit yourself to this unkind fate that has been dumped on you without notice? Be a good and obedient wife for Malleus and he would "love" you and cherish you. You will become his perfect doll and princess, living a privileged but breathless life.

Or should you risk it all for a chance to get out of his tightening grip? The price would not be light should the plans fail, possibly resulting in worse conditions compares to your present ones.

Unable to answer, you decide to shut your eyes and wish you are anywhere but here.

Thank you so much for reading. Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

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[ddarker-dreams]

Debt Collection. Yan Childe x Reader [SMUT]

Tags: Mild dubcon ?, hate fucking, power bottoming, creampie, dirty talk, AFAB reader and degradation.  Word count: 1.6k. Note: this could be considered apart of contractual obligations universe or something on the side. i’m not sure where it’d officially line up in the stories tl, i just wanted to write some sin .

This is the only plausible option left.

That’s what you told yourself when you walked into his office, what you told you told yourself when removing your clothes and when you climbed into his lap. He called it special treatment. Whispering huskily into your ear that you should be grateful he likes you so much, that anyone else would be dead in your position. The Fatui are not known for their leniency with debts. People go missing, their neighbors too frightened to question what might’ve happened to them.

Childe seems happy enough to remind you of this like it might make you feel better somehow. It doesn’t. All you want is for the stress on your business to be alleviated, for things to go back to how they used to be before him, even if it is wishful thinking.

Whatever his feelings are for you, you don’t care in the slightest. You’re doing this to get it over with.

“Mm, just like that,” Childe hisses out through clenched teeth, fingernails digging harshly into either side of your waist. “Take all of me in.”

Everything is so warm. His fevered touches, your face, every inch of your bare body. You do as he tells you, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Sinking down onto his dick, you despise the lascivious noises it makes from how terribly wet he’s made you. Childe’s gaze never falters from your own, watching unblinkingly as you take in every inch of his throbbing length. His grip on you tightens, steadying your trembling body, harsh pants leaving both of you.

You’re grateful for his lack of comments, already humiliated enough as is. The silence doesn’t last when he fills you completely, your walls slowly adjusting to his length. Even with the proper preparation, his considerable size causes mild pain. Each deep breath you take does little to steady your nerves. The weight of Childe’s stare is impossible to ignore.

Why is he looking at you like this? Why can’t he just silently get off and let it be over with? The passion burning in his ocean blue eyes is unmistakable, the waves of it threatening to drown you.

“Good girl,” he exhales, affectionately running a hand through your tousled hair. You let him do as he pleases. The odd intimacy behind what’s meant to be a tumble in the dark isn’t lost on you. “Now, you remember what I wanted, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, I do.” You confirm breathlessly, more blood rushing to your face upon remembering his vulgar instructions. Childe cups your face in his hands and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth when he moves away. This is the first time he’s kissed you, you realize, lips tingling. He does it with such ease, as if the two of you were lovers. The thought alone is enough to make bile rise in your throat.

“I’m afraid my memory is failing me. Be a dear and remind me of what you’re going to do.”

Of course, he’d make this as difficult as he can for you, you shouldn’t have expected anything different. The lascivious words discussed during your agreement reverberate in your head, and you push past your hesitations to repeat them. “I’m going… going to fuck myself on you.”

You feel his cock twitch excitedly inside you and shiver. He urges you on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And?”

“And… I’ll make you cum inside of me.”

“Get to it then.” Childe leans back into his chair, pleased so far with your submission. You take a deep breath, raising your hips up, wincing at how he stretches out your walls. When nothing but the tip of his dick remains inside you, you slowly sink onto him again, earning a low noise of approval. He really isn’t going to help you, is he? While full of him, you gyrate your hips, getting yourself more accustomed to his size. Childe’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, looking down at you through thick eyelashes.

“I didn’t expect for you to take your time like this,” he chuckles breathlessly, voice guttural and husky. “Not that I’m, ngh, complaining, I could watch this all day.”

You furrow your eyebrows, indignant at his comments. That’s the last thing you wanted...! You wanted to get this over with, to push past the embarrassment he’s inflicted on you. Spurred on by his comments, you raise and lower your hips onto his cock faster, the sensation of being stretched less painful than before. Childe lets out a breathy moan at your increased pace. No longer willing to hold himself back, he thrusts his hips up, throwing his head back at how good you feel around him. You can already tell the area he’s gripping will leave bruises. Hopefully, they can be covered up so questions don’t arise.

“Do you… do you know how much I think about you?” Childe breathes out, each word more strained than the last. The sound of skin on skin fills his office, a far cry from the normal business that goes on in here. Not that he cares in the slightest. You don’t want to know the answer, honestly, but he gives it to you regardless.

“Mm, I’ve thought about it even when we talk,” Childe confesses, head throwing back as he bucks himself up to meet your hips. “What you’d feel like… all the cute little noises you’d make when I made you pleasure yourself on my dick.”

Childe’s words strike a chord deep within you, your face getting even redder than before. You feel yourself getting closer to a release and feel frustrated by your lack of self-restraint. Childe’s chest rumbles with a low moan at how your walls tighten around him. He’s half wanting to fuck you against his desk, losing any shreds of patience that he’s somehow managed to hold on to. But knowing that you’re working oh so hard to make him cum is too tantalizing to pass up. He sees your reluctance fade into desire, no longer able to deny carnal pleasure. You’re enjoying this as much as he is but just don’t want to admit it.

He leans forward, wrapping his soft lips around your nipple and biting it gently, laughing breathlessly at the noise you let out. Childe’s hand that was on your hip goes to your chest, greedily playing with the soft mounds of flesh. He adores how you taste, how lovely and exposed you are before him now. All of the efforts that went into procuring you earned him such a ravishing sight.

Spurred on by his touches, you can no longer hold yourself back. Your movements get sloppier as you chase your own release, chest bouncing as you hold onto him for balance. Childe lets out a content noise at this. His strength is commendable, your hazy mind notices, as now he’s the one lifting you up and bringing you back down onto his cock. Strength all but gone, you lean forward, hoping to muffle your moans against his glistening neck. Your walls clench around him, a high pitch noise leaving your lips when you cum.

Childe wants nothing more than for you to remember this. For you to remember him. “That’s... right, [First]. Don’t ever forget that I’m the one who made you feel this good.”

You can barely register his words, mind far too foggy to think of anything. Curses start to leave his lips, from a foreign tongue which you assume to be his native language. His cock thrusts upwards inside you as Childe desperately seeks out his own release. Your energy is all but gone, leading you to feel silently grateful that he’s capable of getting himself off inside you without much help. A surprised yelp leaves your lips as he tugs your hair back, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I want you to see this,” Childe manages to get out through gritted teeth. A throaty groan leaves him, hips stuttering. “Watch me as I cum inside you.” 

Childe releases himself inside you, thrusting up as far as he can before stilling himself. You feel his hot seed fill you up, Childe intent on dumping all of himself as far inside you as he can. He pulls you further down onto him, head thrown back and panting as your walls milk his throbbing cock. You wince at the foreign feeling, the implications of him cumming inside you nerve-wracking. Finally, he lifts his head, a slight flush on his own face. 

The room is silent, save for your panting. He keeps one hand on your already bruised hip and moves the other to cup your face. Childe’s eyes soften as you try your best to regain yourself. 

It feels hot, sticky, and humiliating. You look around, looking anywhere that isn’t at Childe. He lets out an airy laugh at your obvious embarrassment, much to your displeasure, and you shoot him a hopefully threatening look. It has the opposite effect as intended. Childe coos at the endearing sight, tracing his fingers over your body.

“That’s... all you wanted, right? Can I go now?” 

Childe shakes his head and you frown. “Mm... not yet, no. I’d say this only covers a portion of the debt, sweetheart.” 

You knit your eyebrows together, indignation flaring, and go to slap him against your better judgment. Childe snickers, catching your wrist with ease and places unexpectedly soft kisses against your knuckles.

“Relax, relax, I was kidding,” Childe winks and you roll your eyes. “Just know this won’t be the last time I fuck you.” 

“You’re... utterly shameless.” 

“Maybe I am, but what can I say? Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, I might just be addicted.” 

#idk if this is really considered dubcon but i tagged it just to be safe #childe #childe x reader #yandere childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #tw: dubcon #not sfw #my stuff

[stariwrites]

Please

Pairing: Sukuna x GN! Reader (The reader is AFAB)

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Oral (Reader! Receiving), Mind break, edging, denied orgasm, monsterfucking, corruption kink, dirty talk, mean dom to soft dom Sukuna, use of little one and little sorcerer as well as pet (only twice though), forced submission just to be safe 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this and this is for @seita “Corrupt a Virgin Collab!” Thank you so much for letting me participate! All characters are 18+  and as always Minors DNI and if you do or if you’re a nameless blog I will block you instantly. 

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Megumi, Itadori, Nobara, Gojo, Nanami...I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to keep my promise and protect all of you. 

Debris settled over the city. You coughed, cringing at the blood that spilled from your lips at the hit you had taken. You looked around you, watching as more buildings collapsed, people screamed causing it to echo. You couldn’t find anybody no matter where you looked. Your heart raced inside your chest. 

How much longer would you be able to pull this off? Ever since Sukuna and Itadori had been separated he caused nothing but destruction. 

You watched the curse you were currently fighting rush towards you. It’s green spindles shot out only for you to dodge it in the nick of time. The wall where you had been standing in front of was nothing but a hole. You cringed. That could’ve been you.

Before you had time to recover it focused it’s sights on you again, the eight purple eyes stared directly into yours. You tried to get up again only to be met by an explosion of pain. You glanced down at your hand nursing the wound on your stomach only to see crimson seep through your fingers. Shit. 

It let out a wicked shriek, leaving your ears ringing. It charged at you again. You closed your eyes. 

Megumi, Itadori, Nobara, Gojo, Nanami...I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to keep my promise and protect all of you. 

“Protect me?” Gojo’s voice was incredulous as he tossed his head back and laughed. It had been a busy day filled with killing curses and saving people, but at the end of it all of you were able to spend time together and watch the fireworks. “I’m the strongest there is, if anything it would be me protecting you.” 

Nanami huffed at his response, proceeding to whack him upside the head. He whined, turning to Nanami no doubt to start playfully fighting him which would end in Nanami sighing in disappointment.

You could only shake your head at the two of them while Nobara scoffed, nudging your arm with a grin. “Yeah, and besides we’re all going to get stronger so we don’t need to be protected.”

Megumi nodded with a small smile which caused you to huff.

“It’s not like that!” You clenched your fists beside you, before lowering your voice. “It’s just that all of you are precious to me and I’ll do whatever it takes to not see you hurt.”

They were all speechless at your response until Itadori’s face lit up into a bright smile. “Let's do it!” He cheered, jumping into the air. “We’ll be the best group of sorcerers out there you’ll see! Let’s all protect each other.”

The six of you looked at each other with matching soft expressions, a silent agreement that you’d all make it to the very end when the first explosion fired off. Itadori shrieked at the unexpected boom that echoed in the sky causing your laughter to break the silence between each firework. 

You smiled looking back on the memory. It was fun. The people you met, the friends you gained, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world. As you anticipated the final blow one last thought flashed through your mind. You had no regrets.

An explosion of light flooded from behind your eyelids, you braced for impact but none came. Slowly, you cracked an eye open only to have your breathing hitch. Standing where the cursed spirit used to be was-

“Sukuna,” your own voice surprised you. The demon turned to you with an unamused expression.

“Think you can just die like that?” He sneered approaching you. “You fool.” 

You tried to get up, all your senses screaming to fight but you only managed to straighten your posture before wincing in pain. Broken ribs, you assumed, if not worse. “What do you want?” You managed to croak out. 

Standing above you, his eyes were filled with venom. You swallowed silently wishing the destroyed cursed spirit had taken you out. You refused to break away from his gaze while his hand moved to cup your cheek. You flinched from his touch expecting him to rip your skin away with the swipe of his talons, but instead he clicked his tongue at the action.

“Make no mistake little one, If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, but your body relaxed at the words. You wanted to shake your head. How could that even be remotely comforting?

You couldn’t dwell on it for long because the next thing you knew you could breathe properly again. You took a deep breath in, almost choking on it. You removed your hand from your stomach only to gape in shock. 

“You,” you looked up at the demon with wide eyes. “You healed me?”

He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t stand the way humans interacted nor did he want to. He craved the chaos he created and only wanted to see more of it, but one sorcerer managed to get under his skin, you. 

You were an enigma, your cursed energy was strong, that was for certain and as obsessed as he was with Megumi there was something about you that drew him to you. Maybe it was the way he could tell you were a virgin. You had so much experience but none with another person’s touch. He thought many times about you being tied up and at his mercy while he edged you for hours causing you to cry out pleas along with his name. 

Unfortunately there was no time to act on what he wanted with him still being inside the brat, but now, now was the perfect time. 

“Why?” The question left your mouth before you could stop it. He wanted to laugh at your perplexed expression paying close attention to your lips. You didn’t realize it, but you backed yourself into a corner. 

“Oh Little Sorcerer,” he crooned mockingly. A sinister smile stretched across his face reminding you just who you were dealing with. 

Squatting down to your level, he let his eyes rove over your body, paying close attention to where your uniform was torn and wrinkled. Instinctively, you covered yourself to the best of your ability which only made him lick his lips.

“You didn’t think I did that without a price,” his voice dropped an octave, “did you?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest while you gasped. There was no way, but noticing the hunger in those eyes that held a predatory gleam you understood what he meant. You couldn’t-

“Get away from them!” Megumi shouted. His footsteps raced towards where you were. Itadori and Nobara were fast at his heels shouting for you. A ghost of a smile fell onto your face. They were okay. From what you saw the only wounds were some scratches and bruises. They would be okay. The relief quickly faded when a talon turned your chin to make you look at him once more.

His teeth were on full display. “Let’s make a contract, shall we? I won’t hurt your friends as long as you do what I want in my domain.”

You raised an eyebrow skeptically. “And what would that be?”

“I get to ruin you.”

You knew you could stall, could buy time until they could help you, but the more you waited the more people screamed.

“So little one, what will it be?” Sukuna’s voice rang heavy in your ears. You could either go with him or more people would be hurt. You purse your lips, you had two choices: either allow Sukuna to take you and buy your friends some time or wait for them and risk more people dying. 

With a deep breath you faced the demon. “If I go with you, you promise that no person, that includes jujutsu sorcerers and civilians will be harmed?”

“Of course.”

Part of you didn’t trust him, but you mulled over the deal, searching for any loopholes. Megumi, Itadori and Nobara were getting closer. 

“Time’s running out, have you made a decision?”

You looked at your friends one last time as they screamed in horror running faster. With a final breath you focused back on the king of curses. 

“I accept.”

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“Such a pretty little thing aren’t you?”

Obscene sounds echoed throughout the domain as you grinded against Sukuna’s tongue that resided on his abdomen. Small whimpers and broken moans spilled from your lips. Tears slid down your face while the appendage was lapping at your folds, flicking at your clit every now and again. Each grind down had your toes curling. You tossed your head back.

“Shut, ah, shut up!” You tried to shout, but it held no mirth to it. 

Sukuna smirked at your reaction. Still so fiery even after he edged you, you were a fun one that was for certain. 

He’d envisioned this moment many times before, but nothing beat the real thing. He kept your arms stretched above you with one of his hands while the other he used to cup your cheek. He lived for your expression, the way your eyelashes were grouped together with tears as you were forced to keep taking what he was giving you, completely at his mercy.

“What’s wrong little sorcerer,” he snarled. “Can’t take my tongue?” He couldn’t help but grow addicted to the breathy pants you let out as you clamped down at his words. His eyes widened, peering at you with an expression that almost looked impressed. 

“Who knew you could be such a slutty pet. Nobody’s ever touched you like this before and you’re already so fucked out, I wonder what will happen when you cum, hm?”

“Fu-fuck you,” you managed to get out between moans. You refused to give into him, wishing you had more strength in you to glare. You needed to put up a fight. 

He raised an eyebrow with a laugh. “Brat,” he dug his nails into your hips, there would be indents there for days, but he didn’t care. “You try to put up such a front, wouldn’t it feel better to give in rather than fight me? You’re so wet and you’ve been so good, so pliant for me are you sure you don’t want a reward?

The familiar coil in your stomach was about to break causing you to thrash your head back and forth. The burn was becoming painful, you didn’t know how much longer you’d last if he kept denying you. Sukuna noticed, forcing your hips to grind faster. 

“Oh? Is the little sorcerer close? Tell me, do you want to know what it’s like to cum from somebody other than you, hm?” He hummed keeping the brutal pace, watching as you heaved for breath, your eyes glossy and almost rolling back. A twisted grin morphed onto his face at the sight. 

“Don’t tell me I’ve fucked you dumb already,” he bit his lip to keep from groaning out into the domain. The reflection of the water only made you look more wrecked. “Tell me, is this what you’re going to look like when you're stretched out on my cock?”

The image alone had your toes curling. You couldn’t fight it anymore. You needed release. “M’close. M’so close. M’gonna cum. Gonna ngh gonna cum Sukuna. Sukuna,” you babbled, slurring your words.

You were almost there all you needed was one more extra push. 

Before you had time to process what was happening your hips stilled. A loud sob ripped it’s way from your throat. You couldn’t handle being denied anymore. All you could do was struggle in his hold and curse the king in front of you for torturing you like this. That’s when it registered, he was going to kill you like this. That must’ve been his plan all along.

You were about to speak, to tell him to just kill you already when he leaned closer towards you. His lips ghosted against yours. Without thinking you leaned in, desperate to feel his lips against yours, but before you could he pulled away and gazed at you.

You could see your reflection in his eyes, the way you were drooling for him, you were a mess, your eyes glossy from crying, you didn’t recognize the person staring back at you. You couldn’t remember how many times he edged you, but it was unbearable. 

“Beg me.”

Your breath caught in your throat even though you’d been expecting that. Part of you, the desperate want that curled itself into your skin and set your heart aflame wanted to cave in. Wanted so badly to finally get the release you’ve been craving all this time, but rationally you looked at the demon and whispered, “I, I can’t.”

As soon as the words were out you wanted to take them back, disappointment swam within you. You wanted to know what it was like, but the sorcerer in you couldn’t yield. You reminded yourself that you were doing this for them, but that would’ve been a lie.

 You expected Sukuna to tear you to shreds or leave you like this but instead he shushed you.

Your eyes snapped open, not even remembering when you closed them. He only rubbed your back with one of the hands that was on your hip while the other hand holding your arms set them down.

“Such a brave sorcerer, aren’t you? Even when you’re so desperate you still hold so much strength, but don’t you want to be ruined? Don’t you wish you would just be able to let go and have somebody else take the reins?” His voice was uncharacteristically soft like he was talking to something fragile, something that could break. 

“I-”

You couldn’t deny that it sounded nice, to be out of control for once, to just let yourself be ruined by Sukuna. You craved release so bad it hurt. You shuddered against him at the thought of finally being able to lose yourself in pleasure while the cool air of the domain caught up to you.

Without hesitation, Sukuna embraced you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest. You imagined that if he was human, you’d be able to hear his heart beat pressed against him like this. He caressed any inch of your body his hands could reach as he placed a chaste kiss to your temple. You settled in the warmth.

“Shh, just let me take care of you little one,” he squeezed you close before placing two set of his hands on your shoulders to pull you back. It took everything in him not to smile. He had you, he knew he had you judging by the way your face was going from conflicted to completely lax. 

“I’ll ruin you for anybody else,” the hands on your shoulders dropped down to barely touch your waist, tickling you. He began to kiss down your jaw, moving to your neck. “You could rule by my side and stay with me in this space forever, you wouldn’t have to worry about curses,” he sucked a mark causing you to whimper. “Or saving people,” his other hands moved to play with your nipples. “Or those pesky sorcerers.” 

Your mind was reeling, unable to concentrate on any coherent thought. The difference from being so rough to being soft was messing with your head. You were losing yourself, but still tried so desperately to hang on, to not give in. You had friends you needed to protect, but all of that was fading away. 

Sukuna noticed and as he sucked on your earlobe, he used the hands tickling you to meet your hips, positioning you over his cock. “All you have to say is-”

“Please.”

#[ 🎞 ] — anihaven #starithirsts #sukuna x reader smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna imagine #jjk smut #jjk imagine #tw monsterfucking #tw mind break #tw dub con #tw forced submission #tw dumbification #tw degradation #tw corruption kink

[toiletwipes]

hoppípolla; part one

college!dream x afab reader but they pronouns

nervous college student you, smoked weed with dream one night and you couldn't ever forget it. starting a crush you knew would be the death of you. and at the moment, you had a terrible way of dealing with things. and things just kept happening, one thing after another.

a little author's note: i'm splitting it into parts because i like the attention and also because it feels right

2.37k words

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he literally couldn't get any hotter.

you sit at a mini-bar, crossing your leg over the other, sipping at your sprite. there was he was, in all of his fucking glory, was dream. your classmate in your english course and the one person at this party who you knew, for an absolute fact, smoked weed. and although he wasn't smoking right now, the beer in his hand said that he probably wasn't going to be, tonight.

oh you knew, this was a college dorm party, and people tried all sorts of party drugs, and weed was the tip of the iceberg. no, you knew that.

but no one was also that hot.

well.

maybe they were but they just weren't dream, not a stoner, not someone who had damn good genetics, and someone who knew how to roll a joint perfectly. not to mention, his best friend sapnap? also your best friend.

he's the one who introduced you two, despite having shared english for the past year. and he's the one who brought you and dream to the party.

(yeah, you sat in the back, pulling at the cords of your hoodie, watching the sides of his face move with quiet notions, talking to sapnap as he drove and playing soft music to match the rain.)

thinking even more, you wanted to just get up and go outside, just the urge to smoke something and anything, something to fill your lungs as your mind numbs just even the tiniest bit.

you sigh, taking one more sip of your drink before leaving it at the mini-bar, slipping your hands into the pocket of your hoodie and sliding out a cigarette out of its carton. taking a step outside, you sigh in relief seeing the dry porch. several others sat in a circle, passing around a beer and two decent blunts. sometimes sharing a kiss, sometimes the smoke between their lips.

what you would give to do that with dream, you bemoaned silently, as you lit your own cigarette, inhaling the bitter nicotine as you enjoyed the patters of the rain.

wiping your hand down on a bench, and seeing as it wasn't as wet as you thought it would be, you take a seat and take another long drag.

"so, what did he say?"

a girl with a bright green mullet and the sides of her head dyed pink, and several piercings in an non-existent eyebrow, she stares at you expectantly. as if you had an answer.

"don't know. haven't really talked to him." you shrug, trying not to think about any of your past conversations with him. all dull, all about school, all about homework. there would be no reason for him to agree to anything dealing with you in any romantic sense. or sexually, if you even dared.

"you know what that means right?" you look at her with a pinched expression. "it means you start talking to him, then ask him to blow your back out, or whatever it is you want" you almost choke on the smoke coming out of you but you mostly laugh it off.

"yeah like he'd want to talk to me," you muse, finding the stranger oddly comforting as she came over to sit next to you.

"well you don't know that, do you?" you had to give her that. you didn't know. but it wouldn't take a genius to guess the right answer. "does he smoke?" she asks, turning to you and feeling like there's nothing really stopping you from becoming besties, you pass your cigarette to her.

"i know he smokes weed but nothing else as far as i'm aware." you lean forward onto your knees, pressing your chin into your palms. "but honestly, i don't know him that much to begin with, so like, what's the point?"

the mullet hands it back to you after a pondering puff, and when you take a drag, she answers. "well, the way i see it, you can ask him out or you hookup tonight, or try to move on if you're serious about him." she pats your knees, moving to stand as she stretched. "but really, i hope it goes well, and if you need anything," she flicks out a card and watches you take it with disregarding eyes, "give me a call." and without as so much another word, she's leaving in a Beetle with her circle of friends.

glancing at it, it's a card to the floral shop but with a name on it. pocketing it and then snuffing out the bud, you leave it dead on the porch, hoping to find sapnap and beg him to take you home.

you appreciated the nice girl for the conversation and maybe the start of a healthy friendship, but even just being with someone other than dream made your heart twist in your chest.

you didn't have time to search for your best friend as he clung to dream, who was dragging his ass close to the door, where you stood now.

and when you finally appeared in his vision, you see relief and a smile sink into his face. you don't know why but you push down a smile as he approaches you with long strides. but what happens next is downright hilarious.

"we have to go right now, sap just puked all over minx and she's this close to blowing this house up," his nose wrinkles with his smile, you notice, but you nod without much thought.

"need me to drive?" you offer, though, you hates nothing more than exactly that.

"please, i've had a few beers and i don't want to risk driving tipsy," he says and you want to just cry.

you nod as you hold your hand up for the keys, and upon them being dropped in the center, you swallow down the dryest, biggest lump in your throat.

hearing several honks behind you, you don't even move above the speed limit in the neighborhood, which was five. it was fucking raining and you happened to have the biggest crush in existence on the person sitting in the passenger seat.

"i know you're driving right now, but have you heard of this song?"

the first ten seconds are tense, piano notes building up to a release after the next twenty with a guitar and drums in the back.

you recognized it easily, finding it comforting. you smile as you glance behind your shoulder and flick your turn signal on. "it's called hoppípolla, isn't it? from that one movie with the cursed girl?" he laughs and your heart clenches, wanting to hear it more.

"yeah, i just wanted to see if you'd recognize it, i've shown it to like, ten people and only a few knew it." you knew it was silly to be proud to know it but you couldn't help it. you felt easy, easy to ply with.

"yeah, well, i do have an eccentric movie taste," you smile as you turn onto the next street over, finding sapnap's house immediately. originally his parents, but they were gone for a small vacation while it was the summer.

putting the car in park, you let out a breath, just happy to be done with driving for the moment. "you okay?" you jump in your seat, finding dream already out of the car with sapnap in his arms.

the man in question babbled with incoherent words, but you paid him no mind.

"um, yeah, i uh, i just- just hate driving," you grimace as you pull yourself out of the car, getting hit with the constant pelting rain.

he frowns, of all things, walking to the porch as you beat him there already, unlocking the door.

he lays sapnap down on the couch as you make your way to the kitchen, helping yourself to the gourmet chocolate cake left there by his parents' anniversary.

tasting as sweet as you thought it would be, but somehow so fucking bitter at the same time. maybe it's the way you want to cry but how lame would that be? found in your best friend's house crying as you ate their cake?

not cool.

wiping your face with the sleeve of your hoodie, you pick yourself up and sit on the counter, desperate to change how your feeling. your skirt riding up your thighs, almost hiding in your oversized hoodie, not that you noticed.

and as if he could read your fucking mind, he walks in as he's ruffling his head of hair, as if he just got out of the shower. catching you on the counter, you had half a mind to stop eating cake and get down but you just didn't care at this point.

"want some?" you offered, sliding the platter of cake towards him while you tried to hide the fact that your face was blotchy and your nose couldn't stop sniffling. you hated the way pity looked in people. but when you turned to give dream a spoon, you saw nothing but a man with flushed cheeks and darting eyes. "are- are you good, dream?" you ask, almost disbelieving that this man is anything but flustered.

"you just, uh, well. i- i don't know how to say this but." he covers his mouth and face with one hand as he points to your lap. raising an eyebrow, you turn your head down to see the little, cyan bow on the front of your grey panties.

"oh fuck-" you dropped your fork as you yanked your skirt down and hopped from the counter, barely meeting his shoulders as you went to move away from him.

tears dropped from your eyes faster as you went to leave, when dream's arm shoots out to stop you, grabbing you by the arm as he protests you leaving.

"okay, it's bad but you can stay, um, let's just finish the cake and go to bed." you really didn't want to, dream seeing your underwear while you ate cake was forcibly checked off your bucket list.

turning around, you wanted to shrink and then be crushed like a bug underneath dream's shoe, but you settled for picking up your spoon and shoveling a bit of cake in your mouth until you couldn't think about anything else.

you flashed your crush, and he asked you to stay to eat cake. cake, of all things, you mourned.

wished somebody eat you out, you weep in your head, and come to your horror, dream starts choking on cake, coughing loudly as he punched his chest.

"i have a feeling i said something out loud." you feel humiliated as you just let the fork fall from your fingers, walking out of the kitchen, not hearing the man disagree and then as you're about to just pull your shoes on and leave, dream comes out of the kitchen and puts his hands on your shoulders.

"listen, uhh, i don't want to freak you out, but a few weeks ago, when- when we went to that party with george, he may or may not have said that you had, uh, that you have a crush on me and- is- is that right?" his words fell out of his mouth faster than he could trip over his feet. "do you like me like that?"

you wanted to melt into the ground.

"can i just go?" you whimpered out, turning your head as you tried to pull his hands off your shoulder.

"please answer the question," he begs, moving his hands from your shoulders to your cheeks, cradling it as he got closer. "because i cannot stop thinking about you, and every time we're alone, you always leave as soon as possible but then you looked so hot on the counter-" he breaks off, moaning under your stare as you listen with wide eyes.

"please say you feel the same," he begged pulling your face close to his as you gripped his arms.

"and what would you do if i did?" you whispered, eyes closing as you tried to hold onto your beating heart. his breath fanned over your lips, and all you could think about was him, him, him.

"anything you'd let me do," he says and you let out a broken moan when your two lips met, slotting against each other as if they were always meant for this. he moves his hands from your face to your shoulders and down as he moved to your waist. you grabbed a handful of his hair, the other holding the side of his face, and he moves his mouth from yours and licks a stripe down your chin to your neck.

"do you remember the day we first met," he murmured against your skin as you panted. "you were shivering while we waited for the professor, and you asked if you could borrow my jacket." it does ring a bell but you're not thinking too hard when he starts biting into your neck.

"and when you keep showing up, wearing my jacket, and that pretty, short skirt," he reaches up with one hand to hold onto your neck as he sucks a hickey right into your skin, painting as much as he could with such a pliable canvas as your skin.

"the things you do to me," he lets out a moan so broken, you wondered how he could be this affected by you and you not noticing for so long.

"we have all night, we can-" you let out a whine as he sucks hard into that sweet spot, "we can try to do it, everything, everything you and i want."

reaching down, he slipped his hands underneath your ass, picking you up with ease as he moved towards the guest bedroom. "i hope you're not planning on walking anywhere tomorrow," he pants in your ear, leaning you against the door as he uses the one hand to open it. kicking it behind him, he lays you on the bed, pushing up his hoodie to mouth kisses onto your stomach.

"as long as you'll have me," you spoke with need, your voice breaking just as much as his. and he nods hard, before he moves back over you to kiss your lips.

"you ready?"

#dream x reader #dream x you #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken smut #dream fic #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x y/n #also woo hot mama #this felt good to write #especially after having idea after idea #and not being able to finish any of them right away #anyways #part two will probably be uploaded today or tomorrow #so be on the lookout

[yandere-daydreams]

Twelve Days of Christmas - Day Three

Prompt: Snow

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi/Reader (BNHA)

TW: Afab!Reader, Non-Con, Semi-Public Sex, Kidnapping/Imprisonment, Mentions of Hypothermia, Mentions of Death, Physical Abhse, Disassociation, and Slight Victim-Blaming.

You couldn’t feel your fingertips.

It was strange that, above all else, that was what your mind chose to linger on. Not the blue tint of your lips, not the blood rushing past your ears, but the numbness in your hands, how hard it was to feel the dull pain as your nails dug into the ice. You couldn’t feel your feet, either, everything going vague and fuzzy below the ankle, but that didn’t seem as important. Even if you were able to run, you probably wouldn’t get the chance to, and even if you got the chance to, Dabi would never let you get very far. The same should’ve gone for fighting back, for clawing at his throat and his eyes until he got annoyed enough to let you go, but that wasn’t an option, either, not with your knees buried in the snowbank, your jacket discarded somewhere in the surrounding forest and your shirt pulled around your wrists, keeping you more restrained than you needed to be. Not with Dabi bent over you, his arm around your waist and his fingers tangled in your hair, forcing your cheek against the frozen ground. That was going numb, too, but you were starting to think of it as more of a blessing than a curse.

The less you could feel, the better. It’d help with what came next.

You’d begged him not to strip you completely. Bargained, pleaded, said whatever you’d had to just to keep a scrap of warmth, just to hold on to the idea that you’d be able to get through the next few hours without the threat odf hypothermia looming over your head. Dabi didn’t seem to hold a similar concern. You could feel his bare chest pressed against your back, exposed and scalding to the touch, and despite everything, you weren't cold enough to block out the feeling of his cock, yet, of your own slick dripping down your thighs. It must’ve been his quirk providing that constant, uncomfortable heat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be thankful for the small mercy. Not if it came from him. Not if you knew it was for his entertainment, not your survival.

That was the worst part. He was enjoying this, and he was enjoying it because you weren’t. He didn’t try to hide the way he smirked every time you lost the strength to shiver, and he’d never been kind enough to be gentle, to try to hold himself back as he buried his teeth into your shoulder and dug his fingertips into your hip until you were sure there’d be bruises, tomorrow. It hurt, but at the same time, it didn’t. There was pain, but it wasn’t really your pain, a sensation forced to a bearable distance by a layer of armor you didn’t really had. Your mind was getting so hazy, too, and your body felt so heavy, even if you weren’t the one holding it up. For a moment, it seemed like you’d be able to close your eyes, like you’d be able to relax if you just—

“Still awake, brat?” The question would’ve been enough on its own, spit through gritted teeth in that raspy drawl, but Dabi felt the need to dig the heel of his palm into your neck, to grind against the same, sadistic spot until you were whimpering and clenching around him. The snow underneath you felt harder than it should’ve been, more solid, but you forced yourself to nod regardless, the motion nearly too stilted to be recognizable. If Dabi noticed, though, he didn’t seem to care. One second, you were cold, and the next you were burning, biting back a scream as his hand ripped itself away from your hair and clamped around your thigh, instead, his touch just hot enough to scar. “Answer,” He demanded, calmly enough make it seem like he didn’t see how violently you were shaking underneath him. To make you think you might’ve been imagining the hints of amusement in his voice, as he went on. “You wanted to come outside, right? ‘d be a shame if you blacked out so soon.”

You had wanted that. You couldn’t really remember asking, but it sounded like something you’d do after being trapped in Dabi’s apartment for so many months. You’d probably thought anything would be better than another day, another hour spent staring at the same grey walls, a collar around your neck and your only source of company the same villain who kidnapped you. You’d asked before, but he’d never said yes. You were beginning to wish he hadn’t this time, too. “I… I think so,” You tried, your voice muffled by sleet. “I-It’s so cold, I can’t really—”

You couldn’t finish. Dabi didn’t seem to want you to. His pace didn’t speed up, maintaining that same selfish tempo, but he finally seemed to focus, finally seemed to want this to end. Acidic air hitched in your lungs as two calloused fingers dropped to your clit, drawing rough, uneven circles in sensitive bundle of nerves, and it took more strength that it should’ve to keep your legs open as his cock twitched inside of you, to keep from crying out every time he thrust and it felt like he was trying to fuck your cervix rather than your cunt. If you’d been able to think, it might’ve hurt. If you’d been able to feel it, really feel it, you might’ve been on the brink of tears, by now. But, half buried in snow, so far from anyone who could’ve helped, it was all you could do to hide your face in your arms and force yourself to be thankful it might be over soon.

“You’re cold.” He was growling, now, his attention obviously elsewhere, but his temper flaring just enough to give him that low edge, that abrupt force that left you shaking your head and shrinking into yourself, that left him more rough, more careless, chasing after his own pleasure and dragging you towards yours, in the process. “That’s not a very nice thing to say, is it? I mean, I went through all the effort of planning somethin’ so romantic,” He paused, grunting as his hips slotted against yours, as the sound of skin against skin made lips part and something jagged cement its place in your throat. “And you’re gonna let bad weather get in the way? I can say I’m not hurt, dollface.”

You almost apologized. It was a reflex, at this point, an instinct that helped you stay on the right side of his aggressive habits, but a high, pitchy whine cut you off, a sound you hadn’t even realized you needed to make until it was already off your tongue. You might’ve screamed. You might’ve sobbed. You might’ve done both, because for a brief, blissful second, all you could feel was warmth, tight and soothing, blocking out the world around you before sending you crashing back into it. Dabi let out a string of swears under his breath, his bunt nails biting into your flesh, and then he was letting you go, watching as you collapsed under your own weight, his cum still leaking from your slit. The cold was surrounding you, again, white flooding your vision and making your eyes sting, but you couldn’t stop yourself from sighing, you couldn’t fend off the wave of relief soon washing over you. He was done. You could go home, now. You’d be trapped, there, but at least you’d be trapped and warm.

Unfortunately, Dabi wasn’t as fond of that plan as you were.

“You’re lucky you’ve got such a good boyfriend,” He scoffed, fully recovered from his momentary loss of composure. There was a nudge to your side, a chapped kiss to your temple, a slight tug that left you lying on your back, the chill prying its way into your back like a thousand tiny, tortuous needles, all prodding at the same slab of dead meat.

That left Dabi, above you, his grin so much worse than it seemed to be, before.

“Stay still, alright? I promise, this part will really warm you up.”

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[sisterofleatherfrog]

Star Wars Kinktober day- 6

Prompt: Feral kink

Wolffe x AFAB OC

Another shorter one today, I have to get to sleep because I got shit to do tomorrow.

Tags: Chase and catch, predator/prey dynamic, fantasy scenario, full consent they’re just being kinky, size kink, biting, marking, a dash of little red riding hood vibes

Words: 1136

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Run, run, run! The mantra was the only thing Mieli knew as she dogged, leaped, and swerved through the heavy brush. Dense groves of thin saplings, dips made by the paths of spring run-off, downed trees, thickets, slopes slick with pine needles, and a multitude of other small obstacles added unwanted seconds to the time that she was making. Between breaths she could hear the crash of her pursuer; smaller obstacles that she had to avoid he pushed through with abandon, but the tighter spaces she navigated with more ease he had to take his time with or circumvent. It was a give and take of lengths and speed: she was fast, but he was a wolf, inexorably possessed with the hunt.

Faster she tried to fly, tried to imagine there were wings upon her back to carry her as the breeze that surely flew above the suffocating blanket of trees, but wishful thinking does not carry feet, and her lungs were burning with the score of her breaths. A slope was before her and she took the opportunity to slide down it, precious seconds being gained as up the other side of the small dip she went. She barely cleared the top of it when she heard him break the cover at the other side. Mieli didn’t stop to look; she knew what she’d see. 

The forest started to change around her: less and less was the cover as thick tangles of pine, maple, and oak gave way to a burgeoning meadowland populated by aspens. If she could just get enough distance, she could lose him in the confusion of the dazzlingly uniform landscape. Ghost pipes, lady slippers, and blue-eyed grass now whipped past her ankles among the knee tall grass as she weaved in and out of the trees. A silence settled around her and, finding the sensation of rapacious eyes no longer on her back, she hunkered down and knelt to catch her breath at the base of one of the bright trees. Even though the grass was high enough to mostly conceal her bent form, she still quieted her panting breath as well as she could, not knowing where the hunter was keeping her instincts at full alert.

A howl ripped through the glade of delicate flora and struck the animal within her before she could settle though. Head whipping around on her slim neck, Mieli saw a black shape hurtling toward her, 80 meters approximately and closing. She cursed herself and knew she should have kept running, the seconds taken now to get up and back to speed costing her dearly here where there was nothing to impede him. She tried valiantly, but she’d left her speed behind where she’d tried to rest, and the hunter was only a step behind.

Sounds half breath, half cry to the wild echoed from her lips through the trees as the stomp of his feet creeped closer, closer… 

With a snarl she felt more than heard him leap behind her, a second of silence ringing in her ears before two meaty arms wrapped around her midsection and took her into the fall with him. With a small twist in the air they came down, him upon his back with her own pressed into his broad chest, shoulders comfortably swallowed by that solid plane. Escape was her first and only thought. Twisting hard she threw his grasp and went to her stomach on the ground before desperately trying to crawl away on her hands and knees, grasses now tickling the exposed skin of her shoulders and stomach. Before she could make it far, two expansive hands snatched at the meat of her calves, wrapping almost all the way around and causing her to stumble with her upper half, face falling into lilies of the valley. She wailed a shriek as her hands clawed into the fresh earth, trying to crawl away from the hands that held her tight, holding her, dragging her back-

The sharp sting of teeth lanced through her as the man sunk them into the flesh just under the bottom curve of her ass below her shorts. Mieli froze, the sensation of the sudden snap of his jaw having erased anything else in her head, the only thing present being the instinct to remain still and hope that would somehow protect her. Slowly the teeth released, as if testing to see what she would do. When she remained as was, a thick tongue laved over that spot, soothing the soon-to-be mark before he slid further up, nosing her skin before material hid it. Up and up he went, soon licking a small path up her lower back. She shivered, and, as if a trance had been broken, she suddenly came to herself again, the landscape snapping sharply back into focus.

He seemed to sense the second her body tensed and prepared to flee again, because just as suddenly as the notion came he was all over her, the breadth of him more than enough to consume her petite form. His knees rested on either side of her while his shins replaced his hands as they pinned her legs to the ground; in one more desperate attempt Mieli pushed back with her arms, hoping to throw off his core balance, only to be met with the unforgiving hardness of his hips against her ass. She stopped dead, and he took that opportunity to wrap his left arm under hers and around her throat, his right coming to possessively cup her sex. 

Her left arm immobilized and his weight bearing down on her upper back, Mieli was forced to fall to her chest, moaning in defeat. His mouth returned to her skin, licking and mouthing the skin at the nape of her neck before he bit her, hard, in the thicker flesh where her neck and shoulder met, and growled. The sound was low and she felt the rumble of it pass through her entire body. It was a message without words: ‘you’re mine’, and ‘submit’. Knowing she was beat, she mewled, helplessly arching her back and pressing herself back into his hips. The length of him was a hot, steel rod pressing into the cleft of her ass, trapped in the confines of his own pants. His teeth still latched onto her, he growled a softer tone at her submission and lessened his bite by a fraction before slowly, torturously, beginning to rut against her.

Turning her face into the ground she grinned and gasped at the sensation of his cock dragging over her. The chase was long and hard but the big, bad wolf had finally caught her. Mieli knew there was nothing to fear though, because this wolf was her Wolffe, and she’d let him devour her mind, body, and soul.

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So maybe not all of the plants technically belong in the environment, or together at the same place and time, but I’m just setting the mood here boys.

My OC’s name is derived from the Finnish goddess of the hunt, Mielikki. I came across her a while ago when researching pine-deities and I just thought her name was cool and didn’t want to go with Diana or Artemis (as nice of names as they are). I pronounce Mieli as me-ELLE-ee, but I really have 0 clue as to how the original Finnish is pronounced so, whatever.

Planning this one shot I accidentally started outlining a whole fic, so maybe we’ll see that in the future (if we do, I’ll definitely have either this scene or at least a similar one, so you’ll be getting all the feral smut your little heart's desire).

I just keep making ideas for other longer works while working on these, huh? 

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