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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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blood soaked tears |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: eddie gets hurt, and continues to hurt himself. you're not staying around to watch.

bad description holy shit, but if you remember from the old blog (rip) this is the angst you wanted lol. also my first fic (not repost) since starting this blog!!! a long angsty one so buckle up!!!

contains: 18+ minors dni, mafia!eddie au, blood, guns, eddie is shot and hospitalized, language, fighting, mentions of eddie's dad (derogatory), angst, angst, ANGST

You knew.

You knew from the first shrill of the black landline on your desk. You knew from the quivering sigh on the other line. You knew from the rasp in Hopper's voice, the urgent tone that he desperately tried to mask as calm when he told you, "It's Eddie. He-He's... You need to get down here. He's in the hospital."

The twisting gut punched sensation that sent a shock through your nervous systems, senses tightened with fear and shaking with every fear-filled step of your strappy heels clacking fiercely against the pavement. You could barely grasp your key to turn the ignition, all quivering hands that fumbled, a white knuckled grip on the wheel of the Porsche, the car zipping and gliding through the streets of Hawkins with ease.

Eddie had bought it for you for the speed. Told you how pretty you looked in your little sports car, how much he loved watching you drive and go fast. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably, bile rising thick in your throat at the thought. You didn't want to see the state Eddie was in. You weren't sure you could bear it.

The drive to the hospital was filled with racing thoughts, consuming anxieties that whirred and raced through your mind. What happened? Are the other boys ok? Oh God, who's going to take care of the dogs? They're still at the house and need to be let out. Did anyone tell Wayne? Should I tell Wayne? I need to call him, maybe the hospital will let me use their phone.

What if he's dead?

That sickening, ringing question that only got louder and louder, deafening you with the cruelty of the words. The harsh reality that you very well could be facing your worst fears. You didn't want to think about life without Eddie. You couldn't.

You couldn't imagine not waking up next to him every day. Not feeling his sweet kisses in the morning. Never hearing him hum lowly in his chest, swaying with you in the kitchen. Being without that beautiful laugh that bubbled out of his chest, shook through his body and always left him with a dimpled smile that radiated over to you filling you with warmth. Never hearing him tell you he loved you, or holding him, or watching him throw toys in the backyard with the dogs.

You couldn't do it. You wouldn't.

The fluorescent lighting of the hospital did nothing to help the eery feeling that settled deep in the pit of your tummy.

Hopper's gruff voice stopped you, calling your name before you could get on the elevator, tunnel visioned and determined though you didn't know where you were going.

"Hop," You hated the way your voice shook, frail and wobbly; afraid. "What's going on? Where is he? I-Is he ok?"

Hopper sighed slow, heavy, a horrifying sign to you. "They've got the west wing on the second floor cleared for him." He said lowly, eyes scanning around. "We can talk up there."

"W-What happened?" You asked. The lights were getting brighter by the second, you were sure of it.

"He got hurt." Hopper said slowly, vaguely, nodding towards another officer while his eyes still scanned around. He was looking for a threat.

You passed two other men in the waiting room, inconspicuous waiting patients- but you'd seen them before. They worked for Eddie. They were here for backup, you knew enough to know that. The realization made you sick.

Hopper pushed back the restricted area, past the bustling nurses and doctors all scurrying with medical equipment, to the back elevator. The emergency elevator for staff only.

The elevator creaked, stopping with a low thud in front of you, craning open with an ominous groan. You could barely move, barely will your brain to tell your legs to get on, much too consumed with the terrorizing what-ifs.

Hopper looked ahead, spine straightening as the numbers climbed. The other officer moved his hand to his holster, gripping his gun as nonchalantly as he could, but you didn't miss it.

"Is he dead?" You asked, your own voice surprising yourself.

The other officer turned to Hopper, eyes cutting carefully to monitor his reaction. Hopper didn't turn, kept his head pointed forward, eyes trained on the doors. "No."

You could feel your shoulders fall in some sort of relief, muscles quaking at the release in pressure. The chime of the elevator accompanied the low groan of the doors parting for the three of you to step off.

The hallway ahead looked like something out of your worst nightmares. Dim and dark, flickering with lights and all together abandoned. There were men by the elevator, men by the doors, posted down the secluded halls. They all looked at you solemnly when you passed, eyes falling down in sorrow.

Gareth's mess of curls passed by the small, narrowed window of the closed door, once then twice, pacing furiously.

"Gareth?" His eyes flickered towards yours when you entered, wide and red-rimmed.

Jeff lifted his head, hands folded and placed between spread legs, head hung low with defeat. Max looked angry, furious, those steel eyes cutting and calculated; she was planning her revenge already. She was always so good at considering every step, carefully considering the best outcomes with optimal damages. It's why she was one of Eddie's closest 'goons'. He always laughed when he called her that.

Your chest ached at the thought, knowing you wouldn't hear his laugh today.

"What happened?" You asked, eyes darting from him to Jeff to Max. "I-Is he alright?"

"He got shot." Max snapped bitterly. You knew she didn't mean to be so biting, that she was angry and hurt; maybe even scared. "They got him in surgery right now."

You paled at the thought, lifeless and hopeless feeling leaving your frame and slithering down your body chillingly. The ringing in your ears returned, a dull screech that made your head spin.

Jeff called your name lightly, brown eyes drooped with pain. These were Eddie's closest friends. His most trusted friends that watched their friend get shot. He wasn't a boss to them, wasn't the mean scary mafia man who put a chilling fear into anyone with a look. To them, that was their friend; and they watched him get shot.

"He got shot in the chest." Jeff said slowly, a shaky exhale that he tried to hide, ducking his head back down.

You swallowed thickly, looking from Hopper back to Gareth, eyes begging for someone to say it wasn't true. To tell you he'd be ok. For Gareth to cackle and tell you, "Munson's had way worse, don't even sweat it," like he did when Eddie had to have stitches from a stabbing.

They didn't this time.

Instead, they all held the same solemn look in their eyes, scared and unknowing.

"They said they won't know if it hit his heart or-or a spinal chord until they open him up." Gareth swallowed, hands clenching to hide the shake in them. "He, uh, he lost a lot of blood."

You exhaled slowly, a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding, ribs feeling like they might cave in entirely, crushing your lungs- your heart.

"D-Do you think he'll be," You willed your voice out of your throat, shuddering breaths that threatened to escape with the tears you held back. "Is he going to be ok?"

No one answered you.

Downcast eyes that refused to meet yours, a thick, uncomfortable tension that lingered in the air, deafeningly loud over the buzz of the air conditioning in the small area.

***

The doctor came shortly after Wayne had arrived. Eddie's uncle sunk into the waiting room chair, knee bouncing furiously, those familiar brown eyes hard and trained on the wall.

No one spoke. No one knew what to say, what to do. That was the worst part, the waiting. Gareth paced, Jeff barely looked up, Max plotted, and Hopper tried to multitask- calling Rick and checking reports, huddled by the phone.

The anxious man still in powder blue scrubs stood before you, voice wavering while he told you Eddie's condition, throwing around the word critical and coma, two phrases that rung in your ears, piercing and loud.

Eddie laid lifelessly before you, a million beeping machines monitoring his condition, a wide tube shoved down his throat, ribcage expanding and falling sharply. Thick lashes that rested neatly on his cheeks. You were always so jealous of how long his lashes were, so beautiful framing those puddle eyes you adored. The dried blood around his mouth and nose, caked on crimson that made your stomach twist.

You'd never seen him so still. So flaccid and rigid, covered in a hospital gown, too colorful for anything Eddie would normally wear. He was never this idle, not even in his deepest sleep. His body twitched, lugged arms that weighed heavy on your body. He'd snore, drool, settle in his sleep; show some signs of life and movement. You used to whine and shove him off you, snap at him the next morning for hogging the blankets.

You wish you could take that back now. You'd let him have all the blankets, you'd let him drool in your hair, drop a heavy arm on you, snore in your ear all night; you'd do anything to have him be ok. Anything to be home in bed with him.

Wayne's shuddering breath startled you lightly, pulling you out of your fixated trance. "Boy," He grumbled, jaw clenched tightly. "What have you gone and done now?"

The doctor told you to be patient, that it would take time. It would be a slow recovery.

The silence crept back into the room, now filled with a background symphony of beeps and crinkling machines to lull out the sound of your dread and pain.

You and Wayne sat side by side, chairs huddled up by Eddie's bed watching him, the rise and fall of his chest, slow and calculated. Both of you scared to look away. Afraid if you did, it might stop.

***

"Missy, didn't I tell you to go home and get some sleep?" Wayne's gruff voice poured through the room, warm and grizzly, a nice contrast to the sharpness of the machines you'd grown used to.

You huffed playfully, folding up the blanket and tucking it in the chair next to your makeshift cot. "I wouldn't be able to sleep at home anyways." You muttered, rubbing at your eyes.

It had been a little over a week since you'd arrived, scared and skittish with that sinking feeling of impending doom. It still hadn't left, consumed your insides and left you queazy, but Eddie had started to improve. The doctors came in with positive reports daily, praises of his condition on the incline. The day before, you and Wayne watched Eddie start to twitch, eyelashes fluttering and moving a tiny bit in his induced sleep.

It made you grin. A little sliver of hope that was returning back to you. Wayne had laughed with you, pulling you close into his side in a comforting hug. "Y'know I always worry 'bout that boy not gettin' enough sleep. Guess on the bright side he'll be pretty well rested now."

You could make jokes now.

Now that Eddie was getting better. Now that they were taking the tube out and pulling him off the heavy sedatives. Now that his beautiful brown eyes were groggily staring into yours, letting you give him water on a sponge to wet his tongue.

"Hi, sweetheart," Eddie's slurred finally, voice cracking and rasping from the tube. The doctor told you he'd be sore from it for a while, a little foggy while the drugs wore off too, but even in his haze his eyes held that same warming light of adoration when they looked at you.

Lips trembling and chest tightening, you flung yourself carefully into his shoulder, heaving sobs that wracked through your whole body, muffled into the scratchy material of the gown. Eddie held you still, even in his loopy state, he comforted you lightly, calloused hands rubbing up and down your spine slowly.

"Don't ever scare me like that again, Eddie," You sniffled, watery and choking on your own sobs. "Thought I lost you forever."

"Can't get rid of me that easily, baby." Eddie droned, a lopsided dimpled grin and heavy lidded eyes that made you swoon. "I'm tougher than that."

And he was. He really was. You knew that he was, his friends did, Wayne did, Hopper did, the guys who did this to him certainly did; but you also knew the doctor's orders.

Dr. Montgomery had let Eddie go under one condition: rest.

Bed rest, sleep, antibiotics, and nothing extreme at least until the stitches healed.

You'd been absolutely buzzing with excitement when you brought him home, carefully commanding the dogs when you walked in, willing them down but letting them greet Eddie with excited wags. You'd set him up in the guest bedroom on the first floor, the stairs too strenuous for him now.

"Baby, I'm fine." Eddie moaned lightly, arm wrapped around you for support. "I wanna sleep in my own bed, please."

"The doctor said-"

"I'll be fine." Eddie sighed lightly. "Please? Just help me up the stairs. I'll go really slow and careful, ok? Just please, sweetheart, I wanna sleep in my own bed with you." Those brown eyes rounded, melting into you so sweetly, you couldn't possibly say no.

So you helped him up the stairs, Gareth and Jeff aiding you to make it as painless as possible. Eddie sunk into the silk sheets, freshly washed and scented with that detergent you loved so much. You hadn't let the housemaid clean the sheets until he was better, too scared to lose the scent of him that lingered on his pillows.

You slept better than you had in days, Eddie's hand grazing your hip, your waist, your cheek. Tearful whispers and shushed kisses shared under red bedsheets, promises of better days ahead, and you believed there would be.

Until the next day.

Heavy lids, still bleary with sleep, watched Eddie through blurry vision as he grunted softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "W-What are you doing, honey?" You muttered, rubbing the palm of your hand over your eyes. "Tell me what you need. I'll get it. Y'don't need to be moving a lot. You'll tear your stitches."

Eddie smiled softly back at you, dressed in his black button down, black tailored Armani slacks, chains and rings; his work attire.

"Go back to bed, sweetheart. I'll be back in a little bit." Eddie whispered, a normally soothing tone that left you rigid instead.

Spine straightening, eyes blinking you looked at him carefully. "Eddie," Your eyes scanned over his frame. "You-What do you think you're doing?"

Eddie paused, slowly looking over his shoulder at you. "Baby," He started, that same tone he used when he was trying to soothe you; when he was about to tell you something you wouldn't like. "I gotta go to work."

Your heart stilled in your chest, a fluttering stop that left you breathless. "Are you-Are you being serious?" You blinked. "Eddie, you just got fucking shot-"

"It's nothing strenuous, baby, I promise." Eddie's quick reply came with a heavy sigh. "Jeff and Gare will be with me, and Rick made sure I was doubled up with his guys-"

"-You just got out of a coma!" You screeched, sitting on your knees, fully awake and furious. "A coma! You're supposed to be resting!"

"I will be." Eddie replied, calm and smooth, like you were arguing about something minuscule. "It's just meetings. Just planning-"

"-Eddie, you almost died." You choked on the word, that constricting around tears and fury.

There was a chilling silence, thick and ominous that settled between the two of you. Eddie's jaw flexed, eyes piercing into yours with a familiar look of fear. It always came across like a challenge, but you knew better; knew him better.

"I'll take it easy, I promise." Eddie's response was nonchalant, brushing off any of your fear and discarding it meanly away. "I'll be back soon."

Your heart raced uncomfortably, that familiar rising panic that you felt days before running through the hospital. "If you leave, I won't be here when you get back." Your heart thumped in your ears, chills shaking down your body. Eddie's hand lingered on the knob, stilling but not turning towards you.

"I swear to God, Eddie, if you walk out that door, I won't be here anymore. I'm not letting you kill yourself. You can't go back now, it's too soon. You-You'll get hurt." Your voice cracked, lip wobbling. "You're hurting me."

Eddie whispered your name, defeated and tired, eyes pleading with you like you were in the wrong. "I'll be back soon." He whispered, those thick lashed framing his eyes.

You swallowed back a sob when he shut the door, the click of the lock far too loud and heavy in the silent room. Tears rimmed your eyes, blinding your vision and spilling down your cheeks. Your heart ached, even as you waited, determined he'd come back. Sure he'd come through the door and apologize, smother you in kisses and apologies, rest like you'd begged him to do- like he'd promised he would do.

But he didn't.

The room stayed silent and still, the dogs watching you carefully from their beds, your eyes unmoving from the frozen doorway.

Unlike Eddie, you were true on your word.

He'd only been gone an hour and a half, rushing through the meetings at the warehouse, securing plans and leads before barking orders and coming back home. His chest ached, stitches healing and stretching uncomfortably, and he was tired, head still foggy from the medication.

All Eddie wanted was to go back home, pop a pain pill, and curl back into bed with you. The guilt of leaving you was eating him alive, but he had to go. Sure, Jeff or Gareth or Max could have covered the plans, he knew they were more than capable, but Eddie needed to do it; had to, for himself. The fear of getting swapped out and replaced for another was festering and stirring in the pit of his stomach.

Eddie called your name, a little surprised that the dogs didn't greet him. Instead, they were seated outside the bedroom door, whinging and whimpering pathetically to get in.

"Baby?" Eddie's brow furrowed, lips pressing together. "Don't tell me you're still mad at me, kitten. I told you I'd be back soon, I just had to finish a few-"

He didn't find you in the sea of red sheets like he imagined. He didn't find you in the bathroom, or the closet, or the living room, or anywhere. He didn't find your car gone, clothes missing, nothing out of the ordinary, but yet, he didn't find you.

Instead, he found a letter, neatly tucked in an envelope by your bedside table, scribbled words in your handwriting on a tear soaked card that tore his heart out, filled him with dread and fear and anger- not at you, at himself.

"Gareth!" Eddie thundered, sending the dogs into a frantic frenzy, barking and growling viciously.

Gareth pounded up the stairs, eyes wide in fear and alert. Eddie's tear-filled eyes met his, jaw clenched in anger. "Find her." He muttered. "Find her right fucking now. That's everyone's top priority."

"Ed, what-what hap-"

"-I told you to find her!" Eddie roared, the vein in his neck thrumming and protruding out fiercely. "Right now! Fuck!" He hobbled towards the stairs, gripping the steel banister for support.

"Ed, wait, seriously, you can't be acting like this, alright? I'll find her, but if you tear your stitches she's gonna be so mad." Gareth said calmly. He was used to this kind of attitude, exploding and chaotic, but he hadn't seen this side of Eddie in years. Hadn't seen him this scared in years, not even days ago when he was bleeding out in his arms.

"You better fuckin' find her, Emerson, you fuckin' hear me?" Eddie growled, chest heaving and ringed finger jabbing towards Gareth.

"I will, Ed, I will." Gareth held his hands up, backing away from Eddie carefully. "I'll find her just-just relax, ok? I'll find her."

***

Two days.

It had been two days of Gareth, Jeff, Max, and everyone else on Eddie's payroll searching tirelessly to find you. It wasn't until a traced call by Hopper that Eddie had his answer.

The gravel of the Forest Hills Trailer Park flew out under the tires of the Bugatti, speeding towards the familiar back lot. Eddie gripped the wheel tight, barely throwing the gear into park before he was stepping out, bounding towards the steps.

Wayne was already at the doorway, holding the screen door open with a hard glare. "Thought that doctor told you to rest?"

"Where is she?" Eddie ignored him, eyes mirroring his uncle's in a rivaling gaze. "Huh? Where's she at, Wayne?"

You stood, hidden from your place in the kitchen, peeking around the corner carefully. You could barely see Eddie's curls, wild and frizzy, clearly mussed from his hands tugging and pulling at the locks- something he always did when he was stressed.

"Thought that doctor told you to rest." Wayne repeated, stepping out on the front step. "Thought your girl told you that too."

Eddie swallowed hard, desperate to keep his emotions contained. He'd worked so hard for so many years to train himself to maintain his composure, keep his cool. "Wayne, please, ok? Please let me see her-"

"-Ya know, I hoped she was lyin' to me, boy." Wayne continues, heavy work boots clacking against the creaking step, shifting his weight with a low groan. "Thought for sure you'd be followin' your doctor's orders. Thought you'd actually want to be gettin' better after all that, might be different from your Daddy."

Eddie stilled at the mention of his father, a cold chill running down his spine at the comparison. Wayne never spoke of his brother, especially never to relate his son to him.

"You know, that girl in there called me in hysterics twice." Wayne held up two fingers, eyes slotting towards his nephew. "Once to tell me I needed to come see you, that you'd been hurt. No one else thought to do that, only her." Eddie swallowed, guilt bubbling higher and higher into his chest.

"Then she calls me to tell me you're already back out. Won't listen to the doctor, won't listen to her, too stubborn to let yourself heal after you promised her you would." Wayne could see Eddie's eyes blinking, watery and red-rimmed yet wide and watching his every move.

"I can put up with you doin' a lot of shit. Pretend not to know what them skulls on your arm mean, not talk about the obvious; fine. But I didn't raise you to be a liar." Wayne bit, jaw grinding in fury. "'Specially not to the ones you love. The ones who dropped everything to be with you. That girl in there loves you. Didn't leave your side once in that damn hospital." His finger pointed back towards the trailer where you stood, gripping the counter, hidden from their view.

"I-I know." Eddie stuttered out, a deep breath releasing from his nostrils slowly. "I love her too-"

"-Do you?" Wayne snapped.

There was a chilling silence that hung between the two men, thick and heavy, you could feel it all the way inside the trailer. Your heart twisted at the question, squeezing even harder at the potential answer.

"Don't you dare," Eddie's voice was low and gravely in his chest, catching in his throat. "You know I love her, don't you dare-"

"Don't you." Wayne sneered. "I ain't the one who's hurt her, that's you, Ed." You could see Eddie flinch through your tear soaked vision, recoiling at the harshness of his uncle's words.

"I-I didn't mean to-" Eddie stuttered, labored breathing and trembling words falling from his lips. You'd never seen him so frazzled, so emotional this way. So scared.

"Don't give me that shit." Wayne snapped, shaking his head. "You walked out that day, and you knew she didn't want you to go. You know who that sounds a lot like?"

Eddie didn't answer, neither did Wayne, the answer clear on both their faces. Eddie's father was reckless, too, so careless it ended up with his mother dead. Eddie swore he'd never be that stupid, the selfish, yet here he was. Acting exactly like Clint.

Eddie could feel his chest constrict, heaving heavily at the thought. The familiar aching burn of tears squeezing his airway, filling his lungs and throat and nose in the most uncomfortable way. Tears filling his eyes that he tried to will back, knowing once they started they wouldn't stop.

"Please," Eddie rasped, voice too unsteady for his own liking. "Please let me see her."

You could feel your own breath hitched, catching in your throat with a strangled gasp. You moved closer, trying to see Eddie through your own watery vision.

Eddie's eyes caught onto the figure moving slowly towards the doorway, lips pressing together at the sight of you; red rimmed eyes and cheeks that shined wetly even in the cloudy, sunless skies. He did this to you, fuck, he was just like his dad.

"Fuck, 'm so sorry, baby, 'm sorry." Eddie's voice wavered, heels of his hands pressing into his eyes, desperate to keep his leaking tears hidden.

Wayne turned back to look at you, lips pressed together lightly. You wiped your own eyes with the back of your hand, looking at him gently. "Can you... just give us a moment?" You asked softly. Eddie had turned, shoulder stuttering, hands running down his face.

Wayne nodded, eyes cutting back towards his nephew. "I'll be inside if ya need me." He patted your shoulder lightly, comforting, the same squeal of the hinges on the tracks before the door fell with a heavy latch.

You padded carefully towards Eddie, watching him intently with his back still turned. "Ed," You cooed lightly, stopping behind him. "Eddie?"

"I'm so fucking sorry." Eddie breathed, still not turning towards you. "I-I was scared that Rick would have me replaced or-or that the guys might see me as weak, and I-I shouldn't have..." A strangled cry tore through the air, his shoulders dropping low and shaking, chocolate curls cascading to block his covered face.

"Eddie, calm down, honey." You said softly, hands running over the silk material of his shirt. He was still dressed from before when he left for work, a little crumpled.

"I-I'm sorry." His eyes flashed to yours, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, streaming down to his chin. "I'm so sorry."

You reached for him instinctively, holding him close to you, mindful of his stitches though he didn't seem to care. Eddie clung to you, head dropping into your neck, shuddering breaths and shaky sobs mixing with soft apologies and watery promises.

You found yourself huddled in Eddie's old bedroom, pressed into the poster covered wall so the two of you could fit comfortably on the twin bed. His mess of curls, wild and tickling your cheek and chin, his cheek rested on your chest while you ran your nails soothingly through his hair, scratching at his scalp. The two of you stayed there for the week, Wayne and you swapping off on cooking, cleaning Eddie's wounds, making sure he could heal properly.

Eddie promised you, tucked under the quilt in his old bedroom, that he'd do better, he'd take care of himself for you; he wouldn't be like his dad. You whispered back your own vows to not leave him again, silent apologies passed to each other in between loving kisses and longing stares.

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mobsuma · 9 months

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"You know," Xisuma said, peering cautiously over Cub's shoulder at the museum's latest addition, "When you said you wanted to show me a new exhibit, I wasn't expecting…" He trailed off.

Evil Xisuma glowered at him from inside their enclosure.

"…This."

To say Evil X looked a little miffed about the situation would be an understatement. At least Cub had done a nice job decorating, Xisuma thought, between the blackstone and crimson wood, Evil X looked right at home - if they weren't sitting grumpily in their 2-by-1 lava pool, surrounded by the mangled remains of whatever Cub had put in there for enrichment.

"Surprise!" Cub grinned, doing jazz hands at the enclosure, "I know what you might be thinking-"

Xisuma doubted that somehow.

"- 'Cub, Evil Xisuma hasn't done anything this season! They aren't a historic artefact! They shouldn't be in a museum!' But!" Cub wagged a finger triumphantly, "They are important to the history of Hermitcraft as a whole. So really, if you think about it, they definitely belong in a museum."

"… Okay?"

"Glad we're on the same page."

Xisuma wasn't sure if anyone was ever on the same page as Cub. Except maybe Scar.

"Now! As you can see, I've been decorating their enclosure, trying to add some interactive elements for guests and such." Cub pointed towards a line of redstone lamps at the top of Evil Xisuma's enclosure, "These show you how much electricity they're generating when they do their lightning hands thing. I'll be honest with you, it's broken a few times already so it's still a work in progress-"

"… Is that what all the lightning rods are for?" Xisuma frowned, eyeing the entirely lightning rod-ed ceiling.

"It is indeed!" Cub said, ignoring the twinge of concern in Xisuma's voice, "Well, a little. Mostly it's a safety thing, it wouldn't be good to have guests being electrocuted, now would it?"

"I suppose not… And it definitely works?"

"Oh yeah, it's been very thoroughly tested. Hey, Evil Xisuma," Cub walked up to the glass and tapped on it a few times, much to Xisuma's silent horror, "Wanna show X how the lightning rods work?"

In response, Evil Xisuma stuck their middle finger up at him and yelled something muffled to almost inaudibility that sounded a little like: "When I get out of here, I'm going to rip your head off and use it as a coffee mug, you stupid e-boy twink."

The pair on the other side of the glass blinked.

"… That's a no then." Cub turned back to Xisuma, "They do this a lot."

"They certainly do," Xisuma nodded faintly.

"You can probably tell the glass is uh... Mostly noise-cancelling, had to install that because Helsknight is in the next enclosure over and he's still hibernating. You know how Wels gets when you wake him up early, don't wanna find out how that guy is."

"… Of course," Xisuma sighed, pinching the nose bridge of his helmet, "Do I want to know how you got hold of those two?"

Cub laughed in the slightly unhinged way that gave Xisuma visions of Cub spending several weeks toying with the evil hermits as he hunted them for sport, "Nah man, it's not an interesting story."

Somehow, Xisuma doubted that.

"Anyway," Cub said, changing the topic before Xisuma could ask if he knew there was still someone's blood on his left sleeve, "What I really called you for is that I need an Evil Xisuma expert, and you're the man to ask about all things Evil Xisuma."

"Except for Evil Xisuma."

"Except for Evil Xisuma, yes." Cub nodded sagely, "So. Obviously I wanna make sure everything is nice for our new residents, give them plenty of enrichment and all that, but it hasn't been working out so far."

"I can see that."

"Soo… Any suggestions? What kind of thing does Evil X like? Food? Blocks? I dunno, fake derpcoin or something?"

Xisuma hummed, tilting his head in thought as he gazed at Evil Xisuma, who had clambered out of the lava pool to press their hands against the glass and give Xisuma the saddest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes their LED screen could muster (which, admittedly, were very sad and pathetic) in a silent plea to not leave them here with that madman, they'll be good for realsies this time they promise-

"Well," Xisuma said, turning to Cub, "They like to knit, so maybe they'd like some wool… Oh! And if you can find any old Wormman merch, they'll love that too."

Evil Xisuma's head hit the glass with a despairing thunk.

#hermitcraft #xisuma #cubfan135 #evil xisuma #my writing #dont ask me what possessed me to write this the answer is i have no idea #anyway the museum continues to contain both normal things and creatures

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thehandsresisthim · 2 months

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“venus im pelz (venus in furs)”

contains: sub!könig/dom!fem!reader, master/servant (altho it’s all pretend), wayyy too many references to venus in furs, könig fucks a pillow lol, dry humping, kinda pet-play-ish(?)

word count: ~1.400

You yawn and place your left hand back on your thigh. Your legs are currently draped over the armrest of the big chair you’re sitting on as you look down on the monarch sitting in front of you.

“So? How do you like it?” you ask him in a straightforward tone as you move your other hand to the fur of the coat he gifted you.

His eyes are immediately trained on your hand - watching your ringed (courtesy of his gifts) fingers as if he was a moth circling a flame. You pet the elegant fur over and over again, occasionally digging your fingers in.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if he started drooling. Sadly, neither saliva nor speech leaves his mouth.

“Answer me, Sir.” you demand now, your face turning to marble.

“I… I like it.”

His lips part and he looks pained. His light blue eyes glance up at you, and then down again.

“I see. So I fulfil your vision of a domineering Venus?” you speak and he feels like you’re pulling out a rug beneath him.

“I-“ he begins and feels like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

You look down at him, your gaze turning to stone. Luckily for him, before you can mock him any further, a loud noise originating from the fireplace interrupts you.

The wood - which he so neatly arranged in the fireplace just two hours ago - has crumbled. Slowly, the flames stop licking the last bits of wood away, and it dies.

You both watch.

“Your Majesty. Fix this. I am already cold.” you say, as if you were commanding a bothersome dog.

He almost falls over, scrambling to roughly grab multiple planks of wood at the same time.

Under your cold eyes, he shrinks as he places the new firewood. Although the less coherent stability of the arrangement doesn’t escape your mind, you let it slide.

His trembling hands grab the box of matches and he attempts to light one.

He fails. Miserably.

Under your cold eyes, he withers further. “S-sorry…”

You sigh. “Are you quite sure that you will let your Goddess degrade herself by pursuing such a bothersome task?”

König looks as if he wants to cry. “No! No, never!”

He bites his lip and tries again. He lets out a cry of relief as it finally works. With a shivering hand, he lights the wood on fire.

His eyes flicker between the flames licking the wood and you, the need for approval visible on his face.

You indulge him again. “You did a good job, my servant. You may sit before me and touch the fur on my coat.”

He doesn’t even bother to get up properly and just crawls towards you on all fours. You laugh.

“You are quite an amusing pet.” you say, and he wonders what might be colder - the look in your eyes, or your tone? He shivers and ends up kneeling right before you.

His hands tremble as he hesitates to touch your luxurious fur coat. You giggle as his big hands stay just a few centimetres away from the soft fur of the clothing.

“I already gave you permission. Go on, you may touch my coat.”

He awkwardly pets the fur for just a moment, then digs his fingers in. Amidst him closing his eyes as he rakes his fingers through the fur, he makes a fatal mistake.

His right thumb, accidentally, brushes against the skin of your décolleté.

Immediately, you shove him away - his eyes open wide in shock as he falls back, catching himself on his hands.

“H-hey-“ he starts to protest, but one look from you is enough to put him back in line.

“Sorry, Goddess.” he mumbles and looks at your feet.

You just stay quiet, as you know exactly what he should be saying to you next.

“How… how can I make up for my mistake, Herrin?” he asks.

At his use of the German term for ‘mistress’, you smirk. Whenever he starts using some words in his native language, you know that he has been pushed further into subspace. It’s a sign that he’s letting go, that he trusts you.

Although it’s not exactly in character for “Venus in Furs”, you lean forward and affectionately run your fingers through his hair. He looks up at you and smiles.

As he glances at your eyes, he understands what you’re doing - silently checking in if he’s still up for the play.

“I’m good,” he says quietly, “I’ll tell you if anything gets uncomfortable, I promise.”

Your affectionate smile turns cold again as you resume your “role” as Venus. You harshly tug on his hair, reminding him of what he should be saying now.

“I’ll do anything to make up for my mistake…” he blushes as he speaks.

“Remove your clothes.” you instruct.

He nods and starts tugging on his pants.

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“H…herrin…” he begins, as he humps against the pillows. “Touch… me… bitte…”

“The answer is still ‘no’, König, no matter how you plead. Your leaky cock would just dirty the pristine furs that I wear.”

He whimpers and bites his lip. “O…okay….”

You sigh in mock indignation. “If only you could control that thing. Look, it’s leaking like a faucet. You know, like this, it’s almost cute.”

König groans when you call his dick “cute” of all things. He wants to protest, but decides against it. Pissing you off by being bratty right now is a really bad idea.

“You agree that it’s cute, right? Adorable, even?” you taunt, lips curling into a smile. “Tell me, Your Majesty. Tell me how cute your dick is.”

“Ich… Ich… Herrin…” he stutters, now seemingly having lost all English speaking capabilities.

“Your Majesty?”

“My… c-cock is…” he says quickly, trying to get it over with, “süß…”

You just stare at him with cold eyes.

“Sor-”, he interrupts himself with a moan as his swollen cock accidentally brushes against the zipper on the pillow, “sorry…”

“My cock is… cute.” he says the word like it causes him pain.

“That’s right!” you say enthusiastically. “It’s adorable!”

He winces, but nods awkwardly, pretending to agree. It’s so pathetic and sweet that you decide not to chastise him again.

“It’s so adorable that I want to see it cum.”

König sighs with relief, his eyes focusing on you. He looks like a devout worshipper - well, except for the nudity. And the way he’s humping the pillow.

“Hold still for a minute.” you instruct, and watch as his hips stutter and then stop. He whimpers.

You slowly get up and grab another pillow, then place it on top of the one that he’s already humping.

He shivers as the colder fabric touches his sensitive cock. It’s not yet soiled by his warm, sticky cum, and feels awkward.

You place one of your hands on the pillow. “This should be better. Fuck the pillows. It’s all your leaky dick deserves. You are allowed to cum.”

König nods, hums, and starts… fucking the pillows. It feels very weird. Sure, the fabric is nice, and the friction helps get him near the edge, but… it doesn’t compare to your cunt.

Still, after just a few seconds, he starts moaning and saying your title. It’s quiet at first, and then picks up traction.

“Ahh- Mistress, Herrin… Bitte…”

However, the pillows are nowhere as tight, as warm, and most importantly - it’s not you. You’re not touching him, just holding the pillows down so that he doesn’t knock them over by his rapid humping.

He can barely catch a whiff of your scent, and it’s hell.

“Herrin, bitte… lass mich nicht… alleine…” he rambles. The plea for you to not leave him alone sounds pathetic, so unlike the strong soldier that he is, too.

“F-fass mich an, berühre mich, Herrin, bitte, bitte!” König continues, frantically humping the pillow sandwich, constantly looking into your eyes.

The begging for you to at least touch him is so adorable that you fold and gently place your hand on his neck. Your other hand still holds the pillow in place.

“Thank you, Herrin, oh, Herrin, thank you! Danke!”

That does him in, and unceremoniously, he cums onto the pillows.

You chuckle at the way his body trembles. “I hope you’re prepared to continue, König.”

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miseria-fortes-viros · 2 months

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-> declan bringing ashley to monmouth. ashley, the raven boys, chapter 4. (we’re meant to look pretty for her.)

this is one of the first chapters where we really get to know a lot about our characters, and ashley being there—combined with adam suddenly being aware that they are observed when it’s clear he didn’t feel that way immediately preceding the start of the book—lead me to believe that the fourth wall is very thin here.

-> ashley, this is noah, can you see him?

ashley is one of the only characters outside of the gangsey themselves who is not only able to see noah but also to meet and interact with him.

-> (your hands are cold. (i’ve been dead for seven years.))

ashley is also the first person that noah says this to within the confines of the narrative himself. nobody is surprised when he says this, so clearly he does make these jokes a lot, but it’s significant that we, the reader, hear this for the first time when it’s directed at ashley—ashley who, like us, just got here and doesn’t (can’t) know the significance of this interaction until after everything is over.

-> adam. (don’t you feel observed? someone is looking in when they weren’t before.) the raven boys, chapter 4.

adam: wary, adam: watchful. adam feels the eyes of the reader when the others do not; adam becomes aware of us as soon as we become aware of him. no sooner is ashley named than adam is introduced; no sooner is ashley introduced than adam is wary of her.

ashley (f, gaelic: aislinn): dream, vision

-> (three ashleys) (three brothers) (three witches) (nine’s very three plus three plus three) (6:21) (3+3:+3)

-> declan started hating me first. it was all because declan loved ronan.

-> this is not the first time

declan lynch was 18 the first time matthew fell asleep (was ronan dead)

-> gansey. where’s ronan? i don’t know. something’s wrong. something’s happened to him. how do you know? i can’t explain. i don’t know. we fought. something’s wrong

he’s your dog, gansey (i can’t help him any more (i’m killing him and i don’t know how to stop))

-> he trusted gansey (he still worried about ronan (he never stopped worrying about ronan))

i want you to meet ashley. yes again it’s a different ashley (i need to check in with you) is ronan around? he shouldn’t be (we’ll fight if he’s there (i need to know how he’s doing (he’ll hate me more for hovering)))

-> ronan please just tell me it won’t happen again i’m doing everything i can to keep you both alive

the brothers lynch (a dreamer (a dream (declan)))

-> half none of declan’s surviving family was real. half a dreamer. half a dream. to lose one is to lose the other (part of ronan died when niall did (part of ronan died when his dreamer did))

ronan lynch was 18 when a demon nearly unmade him (the second time matthew fell asleep (the second time declan almost lost them both at once (was ronan dead)))

-> declan cannot let go (if he lets go who will hang on (who will live without him fighting tooth and nail to keep them))

matthew lynch was 18 when he punched his eldest brother in the face (matthew lynch was 18 the third time declan almost became the last living lynch)

-> was ronan dead

declan bringing ashley to monmouth. ashley, the raven boys, chapter 4. ashley (f, gaelic: aislinn): dream, vision. three ashleys. three brothers. three dreamers. three sleepers. three witches. three murders. nine’s very three plus three plus three

(i look just like my father (so do you (every time i see your blood on my knuckles i remember him dead in the driveway (every time i look at you i see the face of a dead man))))

-> was ronan dead

declan brings ashley to monmouth.

#hi guys. this is not coherent i know. sorry. here’s the ashley-declan-ronan post nobody asked for #the raven cycle #declan lynch #ronan lynch #matthew lynch #the lynch brothers #helenaposting #barbi.trc #trc meta #trc quotes #best of

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imutrt · 1 month

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Vision | Atreides

Summary: Paul asked her " When you look at me, who do you see?"

Pairing: Paul Atreides x fem!oc ( x reader tagged too, scroll if you don't like it)

Warning: hes a sad boi and i dont know anything about the dune universe. ooc. Spoilers! Kind of nsfw ( no details) A sucky ending bc i went off track.

Note: I just saw dune pt 2 yesterday and I already forgot what it's about😅 Lady Jessica will ALWAYS be in my mind tho. She's so beautiful.

In the night, he was growling.

Aethal shifted in the little space she has. They're close together, the heat of Paul's body brushed against her face. Too hot?

She shrugged out of the sleeping pod and placed a hand closer to his neck. Too hot.

" Paul." Aethal let out a low call as he twitch. " Hey."

He does not stop speaking.

The lady held her breath then, gazing at the angry frown on Paul's face, attempting to hear his voice over her own growing heartbeat.

" Kwisatz Haderach." She heard him mumble. " Muad'dib, Atreides.."

" Paul." Aethal was louder, shaking his shoulder. " Wake up."

The silence of the desert returned to the tent in an instant. She heard no breath, no gasp, only the sound of drum inside her chest. His eyes were open, she saw, but he does not blink.

Aethal searched for her water tube in the stillsuit, staring at him still. The liquid didn't reach her mouth yet when Paul lunged for her like the dogs she owned.

They landed in her sleeping pod, his face deep in her neck. In the moment of shock, Aethal felt a trickle of coolness run down the side of her jaw. Water, she realized, and scrambled to close her tube. Something hot licked away the droplets and she froze.

" Don't waste water." Paul whispered, pressing his feverish face against hers. " I want more."

" So you do." She touched his forehead, then kissed him. " You're burning up."

" It's alright. " He panted as they broke apart, " Happens sometimes."

" You can't just have a fever and call it normal, Paul."

" It will go away." He huffed, " It will go away and I'll be fine. Don't worry." He raised his head from her neck and pecked her face. " Aethal, I want water."

" You've got it on you." The lady held his jaw in one hand, and fished out his stillsuit's tube with the other. " Drink it yourself, Paul Atreides. What is it that you're trying to do?"

The boy caught the tube after a long, wordless stare at Aethal, then dropped his head limply onto her chest. " I had a nightmare, Lady Hughoc. In it, my body was split into an equal amount to the names I have." He looked up, eyes heavy and red, shining like sapphire in the glitters of moonlight that the tent allowed through.

" Paul Atreides." He grabbed her hand and guided it to the center of his brows, " Lisan al Gaib." his lips," Kwisatz Haderach." his chest, " Duke of Arrakis." his abdomen, then lower. " Muad'Dib."

" Which part would you claim, Aethal?" Paul whispered, " When you look at me, who do you see?"

Aethal's eyes, just as blue, grew dark as she retracted her hand. Paul's breath quickened when she shrugged him off to her side and kissed him again.

" Why not all of you?" She asked against his lips, " Every part."

" But I'd loose you."

" So you will, then."

" No." He perked, " no."

" Paul." Aethal slid a hand into his hair and pulled him closer. " Who are you today?"

He thought of the celebration today. The large stilltent, all the Fremen inside. Them patting him on his shoulder, congratulating him and others in their shared win against the Harkonnens. Stilgard, preaching the prophecy of Lisan al Gaib, then giving him his name.

" Muad'Dib."

" Muad'Dib, then." her hand touched where he had left her. " I didn't know you in the past, and I won't know you tomorrow until tomorrow comes. If you truly become their Lisan al Gaib tomorrow, I'll still love you. But, if you turn into a sandworm? I'll reconsider."

#dune #dune x reader #dune fanfiction #dune part 2 #dune movie #paul atreides #paul atredies x reader #timothée chalamet #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides imagine #dune spoilers #simpitywrites #paul atreides x fem!reader

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gojo-mochi · 2 months

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My Babysitter turned into a Dog?!

You were supposed to babysit Yuuji today but instead you found a stranger in Choso's house...Dilf!Kenjaku

CW: Dubcon/Noncon (Usage of Hypnosis), Manipulation, P/V, Creampie, Oral (M & F-Receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Light Choking. Dom Kenjaku. Puppy Play. Nonconsensual Recording. Breeding kink. Belt Collar. Bit of blood play.

A/N: Manga Spoilers! I wanted to do this back in Dec… but events happened…. But hey Alexa plays “Daddy’s Home” by Usher . Papa is back with the milk, choban^i oat milk to be exact (it really good you should try the creamer). Blah Blah Blah not gonna dump my feelings here just go on and read the smut you wild animals.

PS: I don't know what happened to the smut part, another part of me took over and went wild so it might be different from my other pieces, be warned

Part of this event!

Word Count: 11k

You carefully stomped your way over to Choso’s place, pulling up your scarf over your nose as another blast of winter frost came your way. You promised Yuuji that you would make snowmen with him today, but it doesn’t seem like the weather is going to die down anytime soon. You hummed to yourself as you made your usual trek to the quiet and grand house where Choso and Yuuji lived. You first met Yuuji when he got lost and ended up wandering around in front of your apartment. He was the sweetest little boy you ever met, albeit a bit hyper at times.

His round and chubby cheeks were stained with tears, calling out for “Big bro Choso!” You crouched down near him and soothed him enough to get some information; he instantly took a liking to you, clutching onto your hand as you walked him back to his house. Halfway through, he started babbling about everything and anything—his friends at school, his big brother, his family, the cereal he likes. All sense of panic and fear quickly vanished with you by his side. As you stepped onto the driveway of Yuuji’s house, a disheveled-looking man with twin hair buns came running out of the house, diving straight for Yuuji. Holding him in a tight bear hug for a quick minute, then letting go so he could check over for any injuries as words spilled out from his lips.

He didn’t even notice you were there until Yuuji wiggled out of his grasp and went back to hug your leg. You looked down at this “Big bro” as his mouth dropped in shock seeing his sweet little brother leave him for someone else. You took this chance to study his face a bit, noticing dark eyes covered in heavy purple shadow, multiple piercings, and a sad-kicked puppy looking pout adorning his lips as he called for Yuuji again. You had to stifle a laugh as Yuuji shuffled behind your leg even more. Yuuji’s older brother finally got back on his feet and introduced himself to you as ‘Choso’.

He told you that he was playing ‘hide and seek’ with Yuuji and was almost about to call the police when you rolled up. “I was tearing up the house looking for him.” Choso sighs out, looking at Yuuji, who now has a pout on his face as well, clutching at his shirt as his cheeks start to redden up again. He stepped out from behind you and ran to Choso, who quickly scooped him up in his arms. Holding him close as Yuuji gives out muffled apologies in between his sobs. Choso’s smooth baritone voice lulls both Yuuji and you somehow, as Yuuji’s sobs quiet down soon after.

Choso gently rubs Yuuji’s back and plants a soft forehead kiss as he brushes away his tears. “It’s alright; I’m not mad at you. I was just worried, that’s all. Next time we play hide and seek, just don’t leave the house, alright?” Yuuji burbled out more “Sowwies” and wiped his snot and tears on Choso’s shirt. Choso chuckles at the action, seemingly used to his little brother’s antics at this point. He shifts Yuuji on his arm and turns to look at you. “Thank you for taking care of my brother; I wouldn’t know what to do if something happened to him..” He shakes his head, shaking off any thoughts or visions of Yuuji being harmed.

“Let me pay you for bringing him back.” He steadies Yuuji on one arm as he reaches into his pocket with his other. You quickly wave your hands in front of you, “No, no! Really, it's fine! I’m just glad the little guy’s alright.” Yuuji pops up his head and looks your way as well, his chubby little hand reaching out for yours. You reach back out and let him wrap his entire hand around your thumb. Cooing softly, Choso watches on with a small blush on his face. Clearing his throat, he addresses you again. “Ah, I haven’t introduced myself, have I? I’m Choso, and you already seem to be acquainted with Yuuji here.” Said boy giggled happily, waving your hand up and down.

“Ah, right! The name’s Y/N; it’s really nice to meet you and Yuuji. I live in the apartment blocks just a couple of streets down.” Choso raised an eyebrow at that. “The student’s apartment? Are you going to Jujutsu Tech as well?” Yuuji released your thumb, giving you a chance to poke at his cheek, causing more giggles to spill out. “I do, actually! I’m studying hospitality currently; I’m guessing you go there too?” Choso nods, “Yeah, but I’m in criminal psychology. That must be why I haven’t noticed you on campus before.” Choso murmurs out the last part under his breath, hiding his blush with another cough.

Your phone rings, reminding you that you have only two hours left before your test closes online. You silently cursed to yourself, forgetting all about it. You wave goodbye to Yuuji and Choso, “Sorry, I forgot I had a test to do online tonight! I’ll see you around campus though, later!” You start sprinting back to your apartment, leaving behind a bewildered Choso and a waving Yuuji. Yuuji tugs at Choso’s shirt, “Can we see the nice lady again, Cho-Cho?” Choso runs a hand through his hair and sighs, “I hope so, I sure hope so…”

As luck would have it, you did end up seeing them again; you don’t know how you didn’t recognize Choso before on campus. His style and fashion choices are super unique, so you were able to easily spot him. The two of you got more acquainted with each other by taking lunch breaks when you both had a free hour from classes and studying together in the library. Choso mentioned Yuuji and how he wanted to see you again and asked you, “My classes sometimes run from evening to night, and I usually leave Yuuji with a babysitter, but I think he prefers you more. Would it be alright if I asked you to babysit him sometime?”

You readily agreed; you were also missing the little pink-haired toddler, so you didn’t mind. Choso offered to pay you the same rate as the babysitter, but you talked him down to only paying you half. Mentioning that it was no problem at all for you to babysit Yuuji. That was only a couple of months ago, and you got along so well with the two of them. Yuuji is a sweetheart and Choso, and while his outer appearance seems a bit dark and edgy, he was a huge dork and softball underneath all those layers of eyeshadow.

You finally reached the front porch of Choso’s grand house, shivering from the cold, you quickly brought out the keys that Choso gave you a while back. Turning the lock and stepping inside, “Yuuji! Choso! I’m here!” You called out, just in case they were already home. You checked your phone to see if any other text messages were sent from Choso.

Cho-Cho:

Cho-Cho: “Hey, I’m going to the Preschool soon to pick up Yuuji but I got called into work today. :c Would you mind looking after Yuuji for me when I go back home to drop him off?

You: “Course not! Tell the little guy that I’ll be waiting for him at home!”

Cho-Cho: “Alright, Thanks! ^-^”

You sent a quick message to him, stating that you had arrived at the house. Taking off your snow boots and shrugging off your jacket, you stepped further into the house. Humming to yourself as you make your way into the kitchen and pull out two mugs, some hot cocoa mix, and mini marshmallows. The mugs clink together as you start preparing your sweet treat for you and Yuuji when he gets home. You were so caught up in your little song and dance that you didn’t notice a new presence coming into the kitchen as well. “Oh my, what’s this now?” It was a deep and smooth voice, but not like Choso's, and unless Yuuji got an incredible growth spurt, you were sure that the voice belonged to someone you did not know.

You turned around quickly and found a tall, dark-haired man leaning on the kitchen counter. His eyes close to almost slit as he tilts his head and stares down at you. He loosens his tie as he observes you. “May I get the pleasure of knowing the name of the cute little intruder in my home?” He purrs out, and you fight hard to stop a blush from creeping up. “Your home? Last time I checked, this house belonged to Choso and Yuuji.” You backed up until you hit the counter, your hands quietly moving behind you to pull out a knife. The man tilts his head the other way, sort of akin to a cat watching over his prey; he stalks forward. “Choso and Yuuji? You mean my sons?”

Your hands start to tremble a bit under his gaze. He was close enough now to trap you between his body and the counter. “You’re their dad?” You questioned warily.

Your eyes narrow at him, and a hiss almost escapes your lips as you take in his appearance. He was wearing a sleek dark suit, with the jacket taken off and the sleeves of his white button up rolled up the way to his elbows. The hair color might be similar to Choso, and the overall dark and edgy vibes kind of fit with Choso too, but this stranger looks nothing like Yuuji. Well, to be fair, Choso doesn’t look like Yuuji either. Your eyes travel up to his face, his snake-like eyes carefully watching over your next move, his pretty jawline and cheekbones, and his bangs that softly draped over one side of his face.

And… stitches? Stitches that form a line going across his forehead. You stared a bit too long at it as the stranger let out a chuckle. Brushing his hair away from his forehead, “What is it, hmm? Like what you see?” You reply with a garbled noise, the hand that was on the knife jumping up in shock and making a racket in the drawer behind you. The stranger lets out a bigger laugh this time, easily moving closer in, chest to chest, as his long arms reach behind you to take the knife from your hand and put it back in the drawer, closing it. “Little girls like you shouldn’t be playing around with knives, you know; didn’t your parents ever teach you any better?”

Normally, you would have been mad at this statement and the fact that he so casually came up close to you and touched you without permission. But there was something off about him—something that made your knees weak and your mind spin. Was it the type of cologne he uses? It was dark, cool, and intoxicating. Mint, berries, and whiskey—almost an odd combination, but it works wonders for him. Maybe it was how his voice sounded—the way he spoke near your ear, sending tremors down your spine. Velvety with an odd accent you couldn’t place a finger on, almost unhuman-like, like he was an alien trying to mimic human speech or a siren trying to lure you into his trap.

The stranger took note of the look on your face and your body language, smirking as he didn’t move away from you, getting even closer in fact. Grabbing a hold of your chin and tilting it up so you could look directly into his eyes. “What’s wrong, pup? Cat got your tongue?” He purrs out heavenly, his hand colder than you expect; maybe he just got in from the winter front outside too. You shudder out a sigh when you see him lean in, your eyes closing down as you wait for the next action to take place. Then nothing; the coldness leaves you feeling nothing but a bit of shame and heat pooling in your stomach.

The stranger walks away with a wide, toothy grin, wagging a finger at you. “Now, what did you think I was going to do to you, hmm, pup?” Your face flushed badly, and you stood up straight, feeling your mind get out of the fog now that he was away from you. “Don’t call me that, and you’re the weird one here! Didn’t your parents ever tell you to respect people’s personal space?” You cross your arms and huff out your cheeks, walking past him and taking out your phone to text Choso. The stranger, or, you should say, Choso’s dad, watches you stomp off, his eyes never leaving your form.

Cho-Cho:

You: Hey!! Where are you?

Cho-Cho: Sorry, the storm got really bad here, so we’re hunkering down. We’re staying with the teachers now. -n-

Cho-Cho: You don’t have to come over anymore.

You: Are Yuuji and the other kids ok? And also, I’m already here with your…. Dad :/ Hes kinda annoying tbh

Cho-Cho: Oh right, dad's supposed to come home today. Yuuji and the kids are fine, they think it’s a sleepover. Yuuji keeps asking for you though :c

Cho-Cho: Don’t worry about dad too much, he's kinda weird but he means no harm.

Cho-Cho: Oh, Yuuji calling for me, I gotta go help look after the kids. Call me if you need anything \o/

You frown at the last message, a part of you hoping for Choso to say that this guy wasn’t his dad so you could call the cops on him or something. You glance his way again, noticing his eyes closed in a fox-like smile. He is... oddly beautiful; you’ll give him that at least. You roll your shoulders back and make your way to the door. “Since Yuuji or Choso aren’t going to be here, I’ll just take my leave then.” You mumbled, your cheeks feeling a bit heated from being around this strange man so much. He calls after you, “I don’t think you should open that door, pup.” You roll your eyes, not wanting to fall for any more of his tricks. “And why’s that?” You sarcastically retort back as your hand twists the knob open.

You barely opened it outward when the harsh winter wind blew the door wide open, almost throwing you to the ground as well. Snow and frost assaulted your vision. Your hands quickly tried to close the door again, to no avail, your boots slipping on the ice below you. Your eyes forced shut from the onslaught, you suddenly felt a tug on your hoodie, and you were pulled back into the house, and the door was slammed shut a few moments later. You kneeled on the ground, heaving out heavily as your body tried to regulate itself back to normal.

A hand is placed softly on your hair, petting you, and a soothing tone comes out to try to calm you down. Another hand is placed on your cheek, the large flat of the palm covering your entire cheek as it lifts your face up.

“There, there, you’re safe now. Hmm~, maybe next time you should listen to me?” You felt the warm breath of someone washing over your face as well, and your body reacted by leaning in closer to the source of the warmth. Sagging your head down until it reaches a comfortable place. Right in the crook of Choso’s dad's neck, his scent was comforting you, making you squish your face in closer.

His hand on top of your head continued petting you while his other traveled to your back. Rubbing up and down on your spine in a gentle manner, with enough pressure on his fingertips to make himself known there, The sound of a phone brings you out of your stupor; you lift your head sluggishly and blink at the face in front of you. The man gives you another toothy grin, pinching your cheek in a teasing manner. You scrambled back with a yelp, glaring furiously at him. He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You were the one coming on to me, pup.” He gets up and checks his phone, answering a call and giving you one last glance before walking off.

You stood up after a while of pretending what happened just didn’t happen. Shuffling your way in the living room and flopping down on the couch, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to your chest like some sort of protection charm. You switched on the TV and tried to focus on the random Hallmark movie playing on screen. Choso’s dad soon comes to the living room and flops down right next to you. Knocking his long legs right into yours, you scrunch up your nose and scoot your legs a bit away from the man. “Come now, Y/N~ Let’s get along with each other~”

He coos at you with that sickening sweet tone of his, and you hiss at him, “I don’t recall ever telling you my name.” He raised an eyebrow back at you. “Choso and Yuuji often talk about a cute little girl with that name, and I just assumed it belonged to you, pup. And while we’re on the topic, you can call me Kenjaku or Daddy too if you prefer~”

You almost threw your pillow at him for that last statement: “If you don’t like me calling you by your name, I’ll just stick to calling you pup then, or puppy perhaps?” He continues on, pretending not to notice how agitated you were getting. Sticking out his tongue at you childishly when you flipped him off. “Choso told me a lot about you; you know, he talks more about you than Yuuji does.” Kenjaku stares down at you with an indiscernible glint in his eyes. “I think it is only fair that I tell you a little about me, hmm?”

He angles his legs towards you as he places an elbow on the back of the couch and leans on his hand. The realization comes over you once again of just how imposing this guy was; a simple action like that made it seem like he was still towering over you.

He taps a finger on his chin, eyes closed in thought, “Let’s see… What should I tell you about myself? Hmm, I like grilled fish and simmered vegetables, I’m a single parent to Choso and Yuuji, and…” He opens his eyes as his hand brushes away his bangs, fingers tracing along his stitches as he watches your face. Your eyes glued to the odd stitching lace on Kenjaku’s forehead. “Heh.. and I work as a hypnotherapist!” He claps his hands together loudly, making you jump back in shock. Your eyes flicker back to the stitches on his forehead. You wanted to ask him about it but that would be rude. So you just ask him the next question on your mind.

“A hypnotherapist….?”You ask, unsure what exactly that means, Kenjaku nods, leaning in closer to you. “Just like a regular therapist, my dear. Expect I use some different techniques to get my clients to feel…. Better.” You don’t know why, but the way he said that sent a shiver down your spine. “Uh huh… so you just wave your hand around or make people look at a swinging pocket watch until they get better or something like that?” You lean back onto the couch, clutching the pillow tighter to your chest. Kenjaku smirks, “Not exactly, would you like to see my work in action?”

You raise an eyebrow at that, and Kenjaku gets up and stands in front of you. “I can see that you've been stressed lately, haven’t you? Exams, family issues, seasonal depression? Either way, I can help fix all that and make all your worries wash away~” You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “I’m not sure about th-” Kenjaku cuts you off by placing a finger on his lips in a shushing motion. “Just one try, and I promise I’ll leave you alone after. How does that sound, pup?” You pouted and thought about it for a moment. Your gut was telling you this was a bad idea, but something else inside you was curious to see how this would play out.

“It would sound better if you stopped calling me ‘pup’, but fine, I'll try this hypnotherapy or whatever.” You cross your arms over the pillow and look up at Kenjaku, who has an extremely wide and delightful smile on his face. “Good, good. Now just sit back and relax. Close your eyes and just listen to my voice. Don’t think of anything but my voice now…” You did as you were told, sinking back into the couch and finding a comfortable position. Letting your eyes shut close and sighing out as you listen to Kenjaku’s voice guiding you.

“Breath in slowly, feel the air slowly fill your lungs…and expand in…..and….out”

“In…..and……out”

You took in a couple of deep and slow breaths, feeling your chest expand with air, the rise and fall of it lulling you into a sense of calm. Kenjaku did a couple counts of breathing with you, making you hold each breath a second longer than the last. Your shoulders lowered a bit after this small exercise, but you were still wary. Your face scrunched a bit as you listened more to Kenjaku’s instructions.

“Hold your hands out for me, palms facing upwards, please.”

You hesitated for a bit but held out your hands, facing downwards, just to spite him a little. Kenjaku said nothing about it as his larger hands placed themselves over yours and flipped your hand around so your palms were facing up like he wanted them to be. Running his thumbs up and down your wrist and circling them softly on your pulse point. His other fingers slowly trailing behind, and his nails gently scraping the inside of your palm. In a methodical, rhythmic pattern, he continued to dance his fingertips on your palm, as he spoke again.

A pleasurable shiver was coursing through your body at the feeling of his fingertips dancing along your skin. “You’re a strong girl, aren’t cha? Hmm, I can tell, shouldering so many burdens lately. You poor thing…” He sighs out, thumb-tapping on your pulse point, almost matching the way your heartbeat was thumping against your chest. “Poor little girl… suffering so quietly so you wouldn’t burden the people around you. When’s the last time you did something for yourself, hmm? When’s the last time someone did something for you..” Your mind raced to think of something to answer his question with, you barely felt it when his hand crept its way up your arm.

His nails lightly dragging down the length of your arm in a soothing manner, “You don’t need to answer me verbally, pup. I know… I know how strong you’ve been and how much you've been holding back. You're such a strong girl, doing so good. So good… You deserve a reward, don’t you think so?” It was weird, you could hear Kenjaku perfectly fine, but after some of his sentences, it felt like a second Kenjaku was whispering right behind your ear. It was weird but also oddly comforting? You agreed with everything he was saying so far; you did deserve a reward for working so hard lately.

“I can take care of that. I can take care of you… trust me… Trust me, won’t you?” His hands circle around your wrist, and you feel his presence get closer to you. Your eyes twitch, but you keep them closed. “I know you’ll trust me, smart girl, like you understand that I would never hurt you, right? I would never…” His minty breath sweeps over you. When did he get so close…? You start to lean in unconsciously, almost bumping your head with Kenjaku’s. A chuckle slips from his lips, and he rests his forehead on yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Good girl… You can find comfort in me; I am here for you… I can make you feel so good…trust me…”

It wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to trust him, right? I mean, what the worst that could happen, you deserve something good to happen to you. One of his hands leaves your arm to delicately caress your cheek, his fingers playing with the soft flesh. His thumb softly running over your bottom lips, “Trust me? You can trust me… Let me show you how good I can treat you, puppy.” You nodded dumbly, trying to lean even more forward, accidentally pushing his thumb pass inside your mouth. Kenjaku’s laugh a bit loudly at this, slipping his thumb out and licking away at the small speck of salvia that came out.

“Impatient aren’t we, pup?”

He leans down, pressing his lips onto yours, firmly gripping on to the back of your neck. He gives you small smooches on your lips, pressing each one longer than the last. You tug on his shirt, feeling a pit of warmth start to bubble inside you. A small whine comes from you. You’re a good girl; shouldn’t you deserve more than just small kisses? Your eyes flutter open to finally take a look at him. Was he always this handsome and ravishing? The background seems a little blurry to you; the only thing that you could see clearly was Kenjaku. You kept tugging on his shirt to pull him in closer.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, pup? Can’t use your words? Silly puppy… of course you can’t, puppies can’t speak after all. All you need to do is bark when I say so, and whine when you need something, alright?”

His fingers start to trail down your spine; “Very simple thing, I know that a smart puppy like you would have no problem following these simple rules, right?” Before you could answer, he pressed his lips on you again, holding his lips against yours almost suffocatingly. Still, there was no tongue in this kiss, and you were getting impatient. You paw at his shirt, unbuttoning the top two buttons sloppily. Kenjaku stops your hands and holds your chin up, a disappointed look is painted on his face. “Patient, pup. No need to act so unruly now.” Something in your chest got twisted, and you felt the air get punched out of you. You didn’t want to disappoint Kenjaku. For some reason, seeing him with that face made you instantly back down.

Kenjaku holds you in place though, a smile reappearing on his face, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “Good puppy, I know you didn’t mean to be bad… my puppy… Sweet girl, you’re still ready for more, right?” You start nodding but stop halfway as a part of your brain starts to wake up a bit, the fog clears a bit. Your mouth opens to speak but Kenjaku shushes you with his tongue this time, slipping it inside and brushing against your own tongue. The fog comes slamming back full force into you once again. Your hands clutch on to Kenjaku’s shirt once more as he leans you back onto the couch, pressing his body directly on top of you.

Kenjaku holds you in place though, a smile reappearing on his face, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “Good puppy, I know you didn’t mean to be bad… my puppy… Sweet girl, you’re still ready for more, right?” You start nodding but stop halfway as a part of your brain starts to wake up a bit, and the fog clears a bit. Your mouth opens to speak, but Kenjaku shushes you with his tongue this time, slipping it inside and brushing against your own tongue. The fog comes slamming back full force into you once again. Your hands clutch on to Kenjaku’s shirt once more as he leans you back onto the couch, pressing his body directly on top of you.

He kissed with precision and a carnal greed, his tongue overlapping over yours, coating it out and sucking on the wet muscle, making you groan with need. He grinds his hips on you, giving you that much-needed, delicious friction right on your core. He takes your hands and places them right above your head.

“Keep 'em here, pup.” He growls out, lifting up the hem of your hoodie and pulling it up and over, doing the same to your shirt underneath until you were left bare with only a bra covering your chest. Your arms try to move down to cover yourself from his heated gaze, but Kenjaku snaps his fingers at you, “Ah, ah. I didn’t say you could move yet.” Your arms snapped back up in haste, and an embarrassed blush dusted your cheeks. Kenjaku coos at you, patting your cheek softly with the palm of his hand, “Good girl~ Keep being good for me… Now, let me start my second phase of treatment, hmm?” He trails his hand down from your cheek down onto your shoulder, playing with the strap of your bra.

Hooking a finger underneath it, sliding it slowly off your shoulder, and doing the same on the other side. Pushing down your bra just enough so your perky nipples could pop over the top. He lets out a content sigh upon seeing them, leaning in so his breath could tickle over your pretty little nubs. You shivered at the contact, and your arms shook a little too, starting to feel a bit tired from holding them up for so long. But you didn’t want to disappoint Kenjaku again, what if he stopped his treatment? Still, you were getting a little impatient with how slow he was going. You wiggle a bit, and a small pout adorns your lips.

Kenjaku glances up at you, chuckling softly. “My, my. Such a needy pup, aren’t you? But I suppose that’s my fault. I did tell you that I would take care of you, didn’t I?” He guides your arms down to your side; “Keep them there, and don’t touch me until I tell you to, alright? It's for your good.” Your answer was cut short by a moan as Kenjaku’s tongue flicked out to ravish your nipple. Swirling around the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue, his hand comes up to play with the other side, groping and pinching your breast in all the right places. Your hands dig into the couch, trying to steady yourself from the onslaught. Your head tilts back as he finally puts his mouth on you.

Capturing your pretty little nub in his mouth and sucking harshly, teeth scraping over your sensitive flesh. He used his free hand to sneak down and unbutton your pants, just enough so he could fit his hand under and tease the outline of your pussy over your panties. Kenjaku was skilled at toeing the line between pain and pleasure, pinching and biting so often but not enough to make it truly hurt, always pushing you to the edge and then bringing you back down softly. Running his tongue over the bite marks, soothing the pain away, his hand on your chest gently rubbing on any red marks he left, while the other one distracts you by thumbing over the swell of your clit through your panties.

A delicate dance that he was the lead in, forcing you to play along to his whims. You could barely hear your own pathetic moans or feel how wet you were getting; the fog in your brain was overcome by the increasing pleasure. At some point, he pulled your pants to the side and started to rub the pad of his thumb directly on your clit, tracing nonsensical words or patterns on it to keep you on the edge. He leans up and away from your marked chest, to whisper in your ear, his husky voice giving back-handed praises that you couldn’t wrap your head around, it only made you all the wetter.

Your hips bucked up to get more friction for your much-needed release, if only Kenjaku wasn’t pushing you back down by the hips each time you tried. “Ken-Kenjaku, please! I deserve it, right?” You blubbered out, tears falling down your cheeks, which Kenjaku happily wiped away with his tongue. “I’m a good girl….” You whined, bucking your hips even more as Kenjaku increased the pace of his thumb.

He only hummed in response, licking a stripe up your cheek and placing a small kiss on the corner of your eye. “I didn’t know that my sweet puppy was such a slut. Poor thing, did all of those college boys fail to give this pussy what she needs?”

He slowed his pace down but slipped a finger in your sopping wet entrance, still finding some resistance and tightness even with all the buildup. Your body moves to try to adjust to Kenjaku’s long finger, but he quickly shushes you, planting more kisses on your tear-stained face. “You do deserve it; you’re right. You are my good puppy after all… All mine now... Say that you’re my good puppy, and I’ll let you cum, hmm?” He slipped in another finger to add to the stretch as your mouth parts opened to give him his answer. A choked moan escaped your lips, and you struggled to form the words he was looking for.

“I-I’m your good puppy.”

“Again.” He starts to scissor his finger, the stretch starts to become a little painful.

“I’m your good puppy..”

“Louder.” His thumb stops its assault on your clit but his fingers keep plunging deep into your cunt.

“I’m your good puppy!”

Your scream was mixed with the lewd, squelching sound of your wet cunt as he returned his thumb and your hips jerk up in rhythm with his fingers. Your hands left the couch to find purchase on Kenjaku’s shoulders, digging in as your body arced off the couch, an intense orgasm ripping its way through your body. Kenjaku pulls out his fingers until only one remains in your cunt, curled in a bit to still tease your g-spot. His thumb smears your slick on the area above your clit, occasionally grazing it and laughing at how your body twitches each time it does.

Pulling out his finger as whimpers formed on your lips, “Good puppy~ Since you did so well, I’ll overlook you speaking without turn this time.”

He lifts up his soaked hand and smears his fingers on your lips, parting them open and slipping them on your awaiting tongue. Coating your wet muscle with your own sweet slick, his long fingers descend further down your mouth, almost reaching your gagging point.

“You’re still hungry for more, aren’t you? I know that something as simple as that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy my greedy pup.. My good puppy… Just keep listening to me, and I'll treat you right.” He holds your chin in his other hand and shakes it up and down to make it seem like you were nodding. You try to gurgle out an answer with his fingers still shoved down your throat, but he laughs and kisses the bridge of your nose with a twinkle in his eye.

“No, puppy. It’s alright, no more words; just let me do all the talking until I tell you to.”

Once his fingers left your mouth, a string of salvia connected along with it. You swallowed down the building drool in your throat and looked up at him expectantly. “Hips up now, come on.” He pats your ass, hooks his fingers in your waistband, and swiftly pulls them off of you. Your cute, soaked panties were now on display as he palmed the front a bit, making you shiver and buck up to ride the palm of his hand. He sighs mirthfully at your eager display, lifting your ass up again so he could pull these off as well, stuffing the garment in his pocket.

He pats your cheek with a smile for listening so well and shuffles downward on his knees, lifting your own knees up and placing the flats of your foot on the couch as he settles down between them. A sudden wave of embarrassment befell you as you looked down and felt your drenched cunt start to stain the fabric of the couch. A whine emits from your throat, and you were about to speak, but a cursory glance upward from Kenjaku made you shut your mouth entirely.

He didn’t say anything at that moment, but your mind spoke for him. “Good puppies don’t speak unless told.”

You settled for another whine, hoping he would get your discomfort, but if he did, he didn’t do anything about it. Instead, he starts his next phase of treatment by trailing open-mouth kisses on the side of your thighs, down to your hip line, and right next to the place you want his tongue to be on the most. He left little nips and marks here and there, making you squirm and wiggle on the couch, his hands firmly grasping on the thick part of your thighs, pushing you backwards on the couch. He kissed right about your needy little clit, tongue darting out to spell his name right above it.

“K…E…N…J…A…K…U…”

As he finishes tracing the outline of the "U” he leans back, admiring his handiwork so far and the way your pussy keeps clenching around nothing. Using his thumb to spread your lips even further, he descends at an agonizingly slow pace, keeping his dark hazel eyes on your face the whole way down. It felt like forever until his lips finally touched your sweet, swollen clit, sucking on the nub softly. Tongue flicking out like a devilish snake, licking up and down your cunt, mapping out the spots in his head of where you’re most sensitive.

Your nails claw into the couch as mewls and whines pass your lips as Kenjaku works his tongue on your cunt. Nose often bumping into your clit, giving you that nice jolt of pleasure as he maneuvers your thighs over his shoulder, making you cross your legs over his neck as he pushes you back deeper on the couch. Moving forward along with you, sticking out his tongue and bobbing his head up and down as he tongue-fucked your tight little hole.

You couldn’t buck up your hips or try to move away; his arms were coiled around your thighs, and he put all of his weight and power into it. Leaving you a helpless victim to his divine and torturous assault, your thighs squeeze around your head, but that didn’t deter Kenjaku in any way; in fact, it might even be fueling him to go in even deeper into your willing cunt.

You vaguely wonder if he could even breathe from his position; that fleeting thought was quickly replaced by the coil in your stomach burning red hot and snapping instantly as Kenjaku moves his lips back up to suck on your clit. You lock your ankles together behind his back as your body shakes and jolts on the couch, and you feel odd vibrations as Kenjaku’s groans deeply when inhaling your sweet cream. Leaning his head back a bit to give small kitten-like licks on your trembling pussy as you ride out your orgasm.

You pants out small burst of air, glad to have some relief, but that only lasts for a moment as Kenjaku moves one of his hands from gripping on to your thigh to gently pull up on your pussy, lifting the small hood up and showing off more of your clit. His mouth is back on you, sucking quite harshly this time. Playing with your swollen clit on his tongue, the hand on your thigh gripping dig in your soft flesh. The tension inside your belly rapidly tightens and snaps into another blinding orgasm. Your vision goes white for a bit as you scream and thrash around on the couch.

Your chest heaves up and down as you catch air back in your lungs, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you calm down. All the while, Kenjaku calmly holds your face in his hands, thumb wiping away at any fallen tears, his voice lulling out soft praises to you.

“Good Puppy…”

“You did so well for me, you liked it, right?”

“I know you did, it was quite clear to see.”

He leans down to press a kiss right above your forehead, patting your head and murmuring more things that flow directly in your head.

“We’re not done yet, pet.”

“We have so much more to do… you can handle it, can’t you?”

“My big girl.. My precious puppy is so strong.. She can handle another session, can’t she?”

His fingers tilted up your chin so you were trapped in his vision once more, his eyes darken as he asked you directly this time.

“You won’t disappoint me, now, will you?”

His tone shifted, and your senses immediately picked up on that fact. Your body stiffened up, and you nodded frantically. Shoulder straightening back, eyes wide, and your hands came put together on your lap. Kenjaku smiles at your instant obedience, giving you plenty of kisses on your face to show how much he enjoys this reaction from you. Hands squishing your cheeks together and shaking you a little, much like how someone would do the same to a cute dog.

He takes a deep sigh and smiles wide, showing off some of his teeth. Were his teeth always this sharp…? He gives your cheeks one last pinch and stands up in front of you, his hands coming down to unbuckle his belt. Pulling the leather strap out of the loops with practiced ease, he holds the black accessory in his hands and looks down at you with an eerie grin on his face. You fidget a bit and twiddle with your thumbs, awaiting his next move.

“Though it’s not exactly a collar… and it is not as pretty as I would like it to be. This would work for now.” He muses to himself as he grabs your face forward, and moves the belt around your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat as the cool metal of the buckles slid around your soft skin. He loops the belt in and gives it a test tug at the end to see how it fits on you. It was a loose fit, but it still felt constricting by the way Kenjaku had the hold on the end of the belt, pulling it up so you were forced to look up as well.

“Come now, pet. We shall move this little therapy session elsewhere.”

He ushers you off the couch and as you were about to stand up fully, he stopped you; “Aht Aht, puppies don’t walk like humans, get on all fours like a good girl.” You completely froze up at this point; your brain slowly started to unravel from the spell Kenjaku put on you, and your face scrunched up in confusion. Kenjaku quickly realizes this and is quick to snuff out any flames that were lighting back up inside of you. He pats your head softly with a practiced smile on his face.

“Ah, sorry puppy. I forgot this was only your first day. No worries, we can work on that part next time. For now…” He bends down to scoop you up in his arms. “I’ll carry you as an apology, so don’t be too mad at me, alright?”

He taps your nose with his pointer finger and rests his forehead against yours, whispering as he looks at you directly, eye to eye. His hazel eyes seem to get darker the more you stare into them; his words echo in your mind, lulling you back down to that pliant state.

“You’ll forgive me, right? I am so so sorry, after all…”

His fangs stood out more at this angle, poking out when he smiled at you, one hand holding you up while the other caressed your face. You nuzzle right into the palm of his hand, forgetting all about what happened before, even though the belt was still looped around your neck. He placated you further by smothering your face in soft kisses. You giggled at the sensation, not realizing that he was already walking away from the living room with you in his arms.

The bedroom door clicks behind you two as Kenjaku sets you down on your feet. Hand brushing against the belt on your neck. Placing one last kiss on your lips this time, letting the feeling linger, his hands gently hold on to your waist as he pushes his body against yours. Grinding his hard bulge right against your body, his hands lower down to cup at your naked ass, sneaking a hand in between and swiping at your still-slick folds, teasing you a little.

“Oh, puppy, do you feel that? Feel how hard I am for you, right now.” He grunts lowly in your ear, pressing his body onto you once more.

“Can you help me with that, pet? You’ll be such a good puppy for me if you do…and I know how much you want to be good for me..”

He was right, he was unusually right about you most of the time, you did want to be good for him, to earn more of his sweet praise. So when he placed a hand on your shoulder and lowered you to your knees, you obeyed.

Kneeling down in front of Kenjaku, his pants easily taken off with his belt already gone. Your mind buzzes with odd excitement upon seeing him put out his leaking and throbbing cock, like you were made for this moment. To always be kneeling in front of this man, to serve him like a dutiful servant, an obedient puppy. Kenjaku tugs upward on the end of the belt collar, cupping your chin in your hand as he angles your face towards his cock.

“You know what to do, right, pup?”

You did; your body knew exactly what to do and how to please him, your tongue lolled out as your mouth opened up. Kenjaku keeps a hand on the belt but lets go of your chin as he slides his cock into your awaiting mouth. Letting out a low hiss at the feeling of your warm mouth greeting him, your cheeks automatically suck in as his length starts to slowly rub against the back of your mouth. You taste his precum that was leaking out—slightly salty but not overpowering. He fucks your mouth softly and sweetly, getting you accustomed to the feeling at first. His hand gently pulls on the belt around your neck, pushing and pulling you forward and backward on his cock.

A gentle rhythm, gradually letting your mouth and throat get used to the shape of Kenjaku’s cock. After a while, his cock starts hitting deeper parts of your throat, and you gag a little when it goes a little too far. Kenjaku soothes you by petting your hair and tucking your hair behind your ear as he guides you this time. A hand weaves in your hair now, grabbing onto your locks as he slides his cock back deeper in, nail-scraping the back of your head as he shows you how to put all of him inside your mouth. Your nose is buried in the tuft of hair at the base of his thick cock.

“Look up at me, puppy.” You barely realized now that your eyes were closed this entire time. Blinking away some tears, you look up at Kenjaku. Only to find your reflection in the camera lens of his phone, staring right back down at you. He tugs your hair back a bit, cooing at your expression.

He slides his cock out, and drool comes out with it—a sticky string of saliva connected from the bulbous head to the tip of your tongue. Dripping down to your chin as Kenjaku slaps the tip of his cock on your tongue, “Come on now, pup… stick your tongue out for me.” He uses his free hand to push away any strands of hair in the way.

“Good girl, fuck…. Look at you, so naughty, hmm?”

He takes a few pictures of your tongue out with his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, some with his cock pushed all the way inside your cheek, making it bulge out the side, and his other hand on your head, petting you anytime you start to get angsty. Giving you praise and soothing your worries away with his baritone and smooth voice. Pushing your mind deeper and deeper into the abyss, reinforcing how much of a good puppy you are for him and how much you wanted to please him too.

“Let's see if we can make a good video, shall we?”

He takes out his cock again, all covered in your spit. Preparing his phone in the right position as he hits the record button this time. “Alright now, puppy… Let’s show the camera your pretty face.” He pats your cheek and plants a thumb inside your mouth, lolling your tongue out along with it. He lets out a content sigh, looking at your almost fucked-out expression, his cock twitches at the sight as well.

“I want you to speak now, puppy. Speak for me, tell me just how much you love this cock that’s right in front of you.”

He removes his thumb from your tongue and grabs his cock, shaking it in front of you mockingly, like it was a special treat. You gulp down to clear your throat of leftover cum and saliva, your eyes glance from the length in front up to the phone in Kenjaku’s hand.

“Say; ‘Please Master… give me your cock, I need you so badly’ just like a good girl would.”

‘Master..? Was Kenjaku your master now? Master… Master… Master Kenjaku? Somehow the words roll off just right when you echo it back in your mind.

You kept looking up, the phone directly in your line of vision, when you were really just trying to look at Kenjaku’s face. Your voice came out more soft-spoken than before.

"Please, Master Kenjaku, please reward me with your cock for being a good girl.” Your hands clutch on to the ends of his shirt as you keep on pitifully begging for a treat from your master.

Kenjaku’s face slips, and he lets out a feral grin at your words, “Going off script? Hah….. I love it. Go on, keep begging me, my slutty puppy.”

He taps his cock on your cheek and you instantly start rubbing on it, not caring about getting your face even messier by doing so. “Please, please, pleaseee! Master, I listened to you so well. I need your cock so bad. It feels so good when you touch me and let me have it. I need, need, need it!”

You sneak in a couple of kisses and licks as you were rubbing on his cock, whining pathetically all in front of the camera. Your mind was not even comprehending the lewd and embarrassing words you were spewing out right now or the actions your body was doing, that small rational part of your brain was pushed all the way back. Locked away by Kenjaku’s voice telling you that this was the real you now, what you really craved, what you always wanted.

To serve someone, to have someone praise you for being a good puppy, a naughty slut…

It feels good to have Kenjaku pet your hair as he slips his cock back into your awaiting mouth, shoving it all the way in this time. Making you choke on the sheer girth of it at first before the length of it hits you in the back of your throat. Your cheeks were already feeling a little sore from how hard he was pushing, and you gagged a little when he tried to put your head down even more. He pulls your hair back away from his cock. You choke out a little bit of spit, coughing and sputtering.

Kenjaku wipes away the spit from your chin as he looks back down at you, sighing disappointingly, “I suppose you just aren’t ready for my cock yet.” He shakes his head, but he still keeps his phone lens on your face. “Guess we just have to move on…” He moves his other hand away from your head, and your stomach drops. You clutch on to his shirt, shouting out, “Wait!” Kenjaku hides his reaction from seeing your outburst, maintaining a neutral face.

“Yes? What is it puppy?”

You whimpered and tugged at his shirt; your lips quivered as you began to beg once more. “I-I can do it! I can take it all, please let me try again!”

Kenjaku’s lips twitch at your display, placing his hand back on your head, weaving his fingers in your locks, and tugging it back. “You sure, puppy? Are you sure you want this?” You nod your head instantly. "Speak, puppy, tell me that you want it again.”

“I want your cock, please! I can be good this time! I-I won’t choke, I promise!” You were desperate to please Kenjaku, who just shook his head at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and lovingly squeezing your cheeks together so your lips puckered in an ‘O’ shape. “It’s alright, my sweet girl. Choking and gagging are part of the process; I’ll just go slower this time. Let you get used to the shape of my cock, hmm?”

He pokes the head of his cock back on your puckered lips, squeezing your cheeks together one last time and placing his hand back behind your head as he pushes you down once again. Your jaw is still sore, but it helps, as you were getting numb to the feeling. You flatten down your tongue as his cock slides over. This time, Kenjaku holds your head in place, rolling his hips forward as he face-fucks you sluggishly, drool accumulating in your cheeks with each slow thrust. The lewd noises it was making were loud enough for the phone to capture. Kenjaku lets you choke on about half of his length for a while before trying to force it all the way in.

“Now close your eyes and breathe in through your nose for me…good girl…”

You did as he commanded, still gagging when he shoves your face all the way down to the base of his cock, his pubes tickling your nose, and just before you start choking on it for real, he pulls you back. Letting you breathe for air, taking a small break before he pokes his cock head back against your lips, and you open up for it once more. Going back all the way down, staying there for a bit longer this time, and then he lets you go. Repeating this process over and over again, his cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth.

Repeatedly hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, he had you stay down there for longer and longer until he was fully face-fucking you now. Kenjaku was letting his walls down a bit at this point as well, letting out deep groans and moans, cursing under his breath once he started to feel his balls tighten up.

“Fuck… that’s it, puppy. Take it, take my fucking cock like the good cock-slut you are.”

The hand holding the phone shakes a bit as he shoves his cock deep down your throat, way past your gagging point, but at this point, it doesn’t matter anymore. Not when his cock is practically about to burst, and you shouldn’t care about anything else but servicing his cock. You should be happy that Kenjaku was so willing to give you all his creamy cum directly down your gullet. With his hand gripping your hair tightly and one last groan, Kenjaku spills his cum in your slutty mouth, forcing you to drink as much of it as possible from the position you were in.

He slid his cock out of your mouth, your messy face covered in drool and cum. The recording light on the phone went off, and Kenjaku pocketed his phone with a happy sigh. Tugging upward on your leash as he brings you back to your feet, only then did you realize how much your knees were hurting from kneeling down for so long.

He wipes away the sticky mess on your cheeks with swipes of his fingers, praising you in a tender tone as you lean into his embrace. One arm around your waist to keep you from falling over as he finished gathering up any remaining cream.

“Say ‘Ah’, my sweet puppy.”

He smears the sticky mess on your tongue, making sure you clean up every single last bit of it from his fingers. Cooing at your obedience, once he was satisfied with your work, he rewarded you with a long and loving kiss on the lips. Tasting himself on your sweet tongue, you fully accepted it, arms thrown around his shoulders, letting your body sink into his. He chuckles at your actions, grabbing you by the waist, easily lifting you off the ground, and spinning you around. His lips never leave yours as he plops you down on the bed with him on top.

He tugs on your leash and pulls away, looking down at you, the back of his hand caressing your cheek in a fond manner.

“You know… It would be quite ironic if I were to fuck you in doggy style while you’re in this state...” He whispers, not talking to you, just voicing his thoughts out loud as you snuggle against his hand. Your eyes just glazed over at his words, barely listening, as you could tell this wasn't a command. His hand lowers down to grasp at your neck, barely applying enough pressure to his fingertips, so you know he has it there.

“I think, though, since it's our first night together, one of many… I’d rather fuck you while you could look at me and remember this moment forever.” He rips open his shirt’s buttons, leaving you with a full view of his toned abs. His other hand wanders down as he positions himself in between your legs. His thighs pushing yours apart, giving him access to your still wet pussy. He snaps his fingers in front of your face and gets your attention.

“Puppy, I want you to do something for me now. If you want your Master’s cock to fuck you..." He emphasized the word “Cock” and slapped his hard length right on your pretty clit. Making jolt up and yelp a little at the contact. “I want you to take your cute little hands and spread open your pussy for me. Can you do that for me, puppy?” He rubs the tip of his length into small circles on your clit, making you mewl and buck your hips for more friction, but he holds your hips down with his hands and makes a disapproving noise.

It quickly stops your movement, and you whimper out an apologetic noise, your hands slowly coming down your body to not accidentally anger your master once again. Stopping right on either side of your pussy. Kenjaku nods at this, “Good… Good… Now, take your thumbs and spread it out for me and watch. Watch as I fuck you and take you as mine.” Your hands shake a bit as Kenjaku starts to slide his veiny cock down from on top of your clit, sliding right down the middle of your pussy, making you feel his throbbing veins as he pokes the thick head at your entrance. Your thumbs stretch out to the edges of your drooling cunt, doing as your Master commanded and spreading it out for him.

Kenjaku rolls his hips forward, his fat cock slipping past your entrance with each roll of his hips, rutting against your clit. Making you even more riled up than before, whining for him to fuck you already. His hands dig into the plush flesh of your waist to stop you from squirming at the sensation. Only when you felt like actually using words to beg him to do something else did he stop and fully slammed his length all the way.

You yelped and cried out at the sudden intrusion, scrambling backwards to get away from the abrupt burst of pain, only to be pulled right back in by your hips. Kenjaku’s fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. Smacking you on his cock, your slick and drool cover his cock, making it quite easy for him to keep ramming into you. The squelching noises got louder and louder with each harsh slap against your hips. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the pain and solely on the pleasure, but your head and body kept bouncing off the bed, making you a bit dizzy.

Your hands search around for something to grab hold of, to steady yourself on, but even trying to clutch on the bed sheet proved futile with how hard Kenjaku was fucking you. Your legs forcefully spread around his waist, his hands cupping your ass up in the air as he rutted inside you, bucking his cock up at the same time he was holding you down. Just nonstop bouncing on his length, your poor pussy had no choice but to stretch and fit to his size. Still, it felt like with each roll of his hips, he was reaching deeper and deeper inside your cervix.

Finally, Kenjaku seemed to take notice of your dilemma, or he just noticed how you were keeping your eyes closed and biting your lips. He let go of your ass and grabbed your wrists with one hand. Slamming them down beside your head, he kept up his rhythm, abusing your tight, needy cunt as he leaned down to face you.

His minty breath washes over you, his lips ghosting and his tongue softly licking at your chin and cheek. Wiping away your fallen tears, “Puppy.. Puppy… Open your eyes, I want you to look at me when I fucking claim you. When I mark this pussy as mine, do you understand? I want you to be present for every single moment your Master’s cock slides into your desperate cunt.”

He interlaced your fingers together with his tongue, lapping up the small dribble of blood leaking from the wound on your bottom lips. You were biting so hard that you didn’t even notice your wound until now. Kenjaku sucks on your bottom lips when you don’t answer fast enough for his liking, running his warm tongue over and over again on your bleeding gash. Your eyes blink away some tears before fully opening to find Kenjaku staring at you. His eyes open half-lidded, but his attention is fully focused on your cute face, your expressions, and the lost and hazy swirl of confusion in your eyes.

“Is my puppy ready to be taken? Are you gonna be my good girl and let me mark your insides?” He bit down on your lips and pulled back, making the gash even bigger, with more blood dribbling out. You whine and start to close your eyes again, but Kenjaku removes one of his hands to grab at your throat. Squeezing it enough to cause you to choke on a moan as he starts to move his hips again. Dragging his length up and down inside your walls, his hand squeezing harder each time he reaches your cervix.

“Eyes open, puppy.”

His voice drops an octave deeper, forcing your head to tilt back, a whimper stuck in your throat. You had to obey; this was a real command, one that promised severe punishment if you did not follow. You open up your eyes as best as you can when tears are still pouring out of them, and you manage at best to force a grimace on your face. Still, seeing you try and listen to his order made Kenjaku happier, with his hand leaving your neck, roaming down your plush body, and hiking up your knees to your chest.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders as he fully presses his weight on you, one hand pressing down lightly on the bulge in your stomach. At this angle, he was hitting your cervix even deeper than before. His thumb extended down to play with your clit as he kept pushing down on your stomach. Thrusting in and out of your wet and sensitive cunt, he lets loose freely, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in.

Your puffy clit suffered so much abuse that, with the addition of his thumb rubbing tight little circles on it, it made you clench down tight on his hard cock. Your eyes started to roll backwards as Kenjaku sped up his pace. Your body bouncing up and down on the mattress, your tits jiggling with each pounding you take.

“That’s it, puppy. My dumb fucking puppy, don’t think anymore…fuck… don’t think, just let Master’s cock do all the work for you.”

“You’re gonna let Master breed this tight little pussy, won’t you? Oh-hahh, I’d bet you look good with my seed spilling out of you.”

He used his free hand to shake your head up and down, forcing you to nod. Drool seeped out the side of your open mouth, coating his fingers, but he didn’t care.

You felt your stomach get tighter and tighter as his thumb kept on rubbing away at your clit, his cock slamming into your cervix, and your legs dangling uselessly over his shoulders. Your body just being used as a fucktoy for your master now, and you love it.

You tried to mumble out something to let your master know you were close, but it all just came out in jumbles, whines, and whimpers. Luckily, your master knows exactly what you were trying to say, and he could feel your cunt start to clench more and more around him.

“Yeah, puppy? Hmm? You want to cum? You want me to cum in you?” You rely with a long whine at Kenjaku’s mocking tone.

“Yeah? Does my sweet dumb puppy want her master to cum inside her?” His hand shakes your head up and down again, whimpers, and drool coats your lips. Remembering his previous command, you struggled but managed to open your eyes back up, and that was the tipping point for Kenjaku. Seeing the fucked-out and dazed look on your pretty face made his ball tighten up and his cock twitch heavily inside you. He made sure to bury his cock deep inside your womb first before giving you the sweet treat you've been craving.

Spilling all his sticky seed inside of you, his thumb and forefinger pinched at your clit. Pushing over that edge once more, your cunt and legs are both spasming around him. With a high-pitched whine along with Kenjaku’s guttural groan, you both finished, your scent and juices mixing in with each other, becoming one. Kenjaku’s hands slither up to your face as he leans down to plant a gentle smooch on both your cheeks, letting your eyes close down softly.

“You’re mine now… sweet puppy…”

His words echo in your ears as the last of your energy is spent barely holding on. He sets your legs down and shuffles down next to you, petting your hair and resting your head on his chest, still whispering near your ear.

“Don’t worry though, I’ll keep you around, but I won’t break you… too hard.. I know how much Yuuji and Choso like you, heh.”

“Next time, I’ll introduce you to them as the new..family..pet ♡”

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circe69 · 1 year

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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦 - Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

narrative: you get kidnapped by graves, and ghost rescues you (in a very aggressive/sweet manner) warnings: violent, blood, injuries, kidnapping, manhandling tags: cleaning wounds, soft ghost, solving mysteries, being babied honestly, touching, sweet things amidst gore. a/n: as always, lmk if this is something you'd like a part two for! love you guys! part 2

A set of strong hands grabbed your two biceps and threw you to the ground, your body slamming against the wet pavement. You groaned in agony, blood soaking your ripped shirt around your sleeves, whilst your ears rang, and vision blurred. Someone leaned down, you weren't sure who, and pulled you up by your hair.

You screamed, "G- ugh, Get off of me!" Graves let a chuckle escape, making your stomach churn. "You tell whoever is unfortunate enough to pick up your rotting body that it was me who was merciful, letting you leave alive when you deserve nothing but a coffin too small for your corpse.”

He dropped your hair, making your head strike the ground.

"Let's go, boys. Oh, she'll be fine, grow a pair!" You heard his eager voice fade out and heavy boots walk away, followed by a metal door closing shut, the rust falling on the doormat.

All the sudden, you heard a flashlight click. It was quiet enough to almost be unheard, but your senses had been heightened, you were aware of everything.

"Who's there?" You whispered, not trying to. You tried to be as loud as you possibly could, but it wasn't until this moment you realized how scared you were of being caught.

No one answered, but you could feel someone's presence. You stumbled to your feet, bracing yourself on the side of an empty tank before standing up straight. "I know someone's there!" Nothing.

Sighing, you took a few more steps towards where you heard the click, almost hoping that someone was there listening to you. Your hand slid against the wet metal of the tank, and the other trying to locate where you were hurt the most and holding pressure to where you guessed.

A gun cocked. Your head turned in every direction, trying to see everything at once. I'm about to die, you thought. This was the end. There was nothing else for you to do but accept that you would never see any of your family again, none of your friends.

You walked a little more, almost giving yourself up to whoever it was, and you almost turned back around to hide in the unused tank before wet arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a wall of a body.

Your screams filled the air, harsh groans were coming from the person behind you in response to your thrashing. "Put. Me. Down!" Kicking your legs in any way you could, but it didn't do anything. "Calm down, woman, I'm not gonna hurt you." The body turned around and started jogging towards a running vehicle. There was a man in the front, one you didn't recognize, but before you could scream anything else, you were thrown into the back of the car, and a huge man followed you. Your body hit a leather seat, and he was positioned in front of you, buckling your seatbelt as if you were a helpless child.

"Got her, Johnny. Move out," the man trapping you in a seat said. He said the terrifying sentence with gauze between his teeth, ripping a few long pieces off of a large roll and setting it back in the console. The driver wasted no time in throwing the gear in reverse at his command, and the dog tags on the rearview mirror jangled against themselves as he slammed on the gas.

You couldn't breathe, your head was spinning, and you weren't sure if it was from the loss of blood or sudden fear that you were going to die.

The man sitting in front of you was wearing a few things you deemed as strange: a cream skull-face mask on top of a black linen face covering. His vests and gear were anything but simple, you feared if he'd move the wrong way, he'd set off a bomb somewhere.

His hand reached up to turn on the dinky car light as the driver took a harsh turn. "Could you drive a little slower, mate?" His voice was aggressive, too deep for his own good. It was a weapon in and of itself. Orders that he made were automatically wishes that had to come true.

"Ghost," he said while opening up a few bandages and uncapping a tube of disinfectant, not even looking up at you. "Crazy man in the front is Soap."

You felt tears brew in your eyes as he talked to you in such a casual manner. There was no underlying threat in his words, even as scary as he was. A few heavy droplets slipped and audibly landed on your seatbelt, causing Ghost to look up at you.

Once he saw you crying, he sighed, not out of exhaustion or annoyance, but of something else. You weren’t sure what he was feeling, or why he did things he did. You weren’t sure anyone ever knew. He reached his gloved hand up and turned off the light, continuing to work in the dark. He'd be cursed for the rest of his life if he had to watch you cry.

A woman he'd never met, never even known existed, until that very afternoon.

"Sit down, men." Price said from the corner of the room, uncrossing his arms and walking away from his stance against the wall. "We've got places to be, people to save, Graves to fill." A few young newbies snickered at his joke; the rest stayed quiet. The captain circled the large table, passing out beige files and black masks to everyone sitting down. "Kate, the TV, please." Laswell clicked a black remote, pointing it at a flat screen and waited for a picture to pop up.

A young women appeared, maybe early 20's. Mid-length hair with eyes that could kill. Her license picture, as intimidating as you'd think it be to look into the eyes of a missing woman, it wasn't at all.

Her smile was beautiful, completely clueless at what the terrible world had to offer. What the terrible world had become. She was nothing but happy, just happy to be wherever. No one said anything, but they were all lost in the picture, not sure if what they were feeling was frustration or admiration.

"This is Y/N L/N." Price cleared his throat before continuing, "I used to work with her father, he's a good man. I owe him my life; I'd give him anything."

He made his way to the head of the round table, "Y/N's missing. He's given us the substantial responsibility of finding her."

Gaz spoke up after raising his hand for a few seconds, "Do we know where she is?"

"Well, where do we always find ourselves treading off to when we get any sort of call?" Price said in a sarcastic tone, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head.

"Graves." Ghost and Soap spoke in unison, the man in the ghost mask cleaning his knife off with a dirty rag, and the one in with the mohawk stirring some sugar into a mug of tea.

Laswell and Price nodded in agreement to their guess, and everyone else sighed audibly, some out of relief and others in annoyance. Graves was never the best option, but lately it's been seeming like the only option. Soap stood up from his seat, groaning as he scooted his seat in. "Well? Let's get on it."

"You'll be fine, luv. Swear it." Ghost said to you as he trailed his fingers along your head gash, feeling for the cut before using his other hand to pour isopropyl on a cotton round. He suddenly remembered the picture from earlier, the innocent face that's now bloody and bruised thanks to one of the men he's spent years trying to destroy.

"It'll sting," he whispered, and Soap in the front seat breathed through his teeth sharp. "Ooh, I know that smell. That's the smell of pain." You felt your mouth upturn slightly, inhaling the rubbing alcohol as well and leaning into the childhood memories that rushed into your brain. Ones of you falling down on the playground, scraping your elbow on the asphalt and running towards the nearest teacher.

"You okay?" Ghost checked in as he stuck a bandage on your head, and you hummed in response, taking a deep breath in as you leaned back on your head rest. "There she is," Soap said while looking in the rearview mirror.

Arriving back at the base, you felt your eyes droop open and closed, feeling comforted at the feeling of Ghost's thumb rubbing against the side of your jeans, trying to nurse you back to health to the best of his ability. Soap parked the car, slowly pressing on the brake to appease Ghost's previous request.

"You got her, Simon?" Soap asked as he took the key out of the ignition and quietly grabbing his backpack from the front seat. Ghost grunted in approval, and waited till Soap got out of car and shut the door before figuring out what to do with your tired body.

"Should I carry you?" He whispered, bracing himself on the armrest of your seat and bringing the other hand up to the side of your face, balancing your head on his palm as you tried not to fall asleep. You whined in response, not truly being conscious enough to reply properly. "Right then," Ghost said, looking around for things to clean up before heading up to the base.

He got out of the car first, jumping down onto the gravel and reaching across your lap to unbuckle your seatbelt. "Let's go, Y/N."

"You know my name?" You said sleepily as he picked you up with an arm underneath your legs and the other wrapped around your waist, squeezing gently to signal you jump into his arms.

"Course I do, you've been the talk of the town lately."

"Wow." Rubbing your eyes sleepily, it caused Ghost to look down at your in his arms, distracting him altogether from his mission. All the sudden, your waterline started to fill with tears.

"What, what is it?"

"I couldn't even fight back." You started to cry, your eyes pouring out on your face, something Ghost tried so hard not to watch but had to.

"It's alright, bug, not many of us can get a rile out of Graves anyway, that's reason enough for an award."

You chuckled at the sentiment, and at the fact that he cared enough to attempt to cheer you up. Even if his humor was the corniest you'd ever been around, it was enough to lift your moods a little bit.

As he walked you into the base, a cold chill hit your bare arm, you felt the dried blood crackle as you shifted. "Brr, am I right?" Ghost tried once again to make you crack a smile, walking you into the closest guest room. It was a quaint area, just one cot with a few cream-colored sheets and a dusty quilt that someone had definitely donated from years past. There was only one overhead light, and after Ghost gently set you down on the bed, he walked over to flip the switch.

“This okay? Is your head hurting you?” He asked considerately, walking back over to look into your pupils, making sure you weren’t concussed. “Not too bad,” you responded, rubbing a dry hand on your face, and pulling it back only to find it was covered in blood. Your eyebrows furrowed and you frowned at the sight, feeling ill knowing there was still remnants of your attack.

“You’re still quite bloody, I couldn’t see very well in the dark car, but someone else will-.”

“You could’ve kept the light on,” you interrupted him, sitting up slightly and leaning your head on the metal bed frame.

“What?” Ghost whispered, knowing good and well what you were implying, but not wanting to act it.

“You turned the light off, in the car, but you could’ve kept it on to see me better. Why didn’t you?”

He exhaled, slightly clicking his tongue against his teeth. “I know, I- I just couldn’t-" He paused to regain control over his stuttering, “I hated seeing you cry.”

Ghost walked over to a small sink, turning one of the knobs and dampening a rag before walking back over to you. He stopped a few paces in front of your bed, just to stare at you. The entirety of your body, nothing left unscathed. Your jeans were torn to shreds, red liquid lacing every stitch. The shirt you wore was drenched in rain and blood, and it ripped in the front, allowing cleavage to poke through, making Ghost’s eyes close abruptly when he saw it.

“You don’t even know me, Ghost, why would it bother you so much?” You adjusted yourself so your legs hung off the side of the bed, your shoulder facing where Ghost stood. “I know, but, I know of you.”

He continued, “Your father, he worked with Price, yeah? Price said your pops gave him the job of finding you.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, but before you could say anything, you were interrupted.

“Oi, Lieutenant, you’re needed. Price says it’s an emergency.” An unfamiliar voice yelled from the hallway, before a few loud knocks at the door.

“I’m takin care of the girl, Gaz,-"

“Nope, Price said now.”

He frustratedly stood up, tapping his foot a few times before turning to you again.

You spoke first, “It’s fine, really, someone else will come along and clean me up.”

Ghost nodded, crossing his arms across his chest. “You sure?” You nodded your head as well in response, knowing that he wasn’t just some soldier, he was Ghost, a Lieutenant, a leader.

A killer.

“I’ll be back in the mornin, I swear it. With coffee and everything.” With that, Ghost left the room, his large boots and velcro straps with keychains hanging from them rattling and filling the room before fading out.

You were terrified, there was no other way to put it. And at this point, could anyone even be trusted? Sure, Ghost seemed nice enough, he wasted his time to tend to you, and Soap was eager to help as well, but it all seemed too strange, too strategic. How was Graves connected to the 141 Task Force? Why had Ghost mentioned they had been affiliated before?

You pulled out a locket from underneath your shirt, a small medallion that would be worth thousands if you had offered it to a trader, but the thought never crossed your mind. Inside was a picture of your father, someone you hadn’t seen in years. How in the world would he know you’d gotten kidnapped? He wasn’t even in the same country, let alone care enough to keep tabs on you. He was a terrible man, someone you told yourself and many others to stay away from. There had to be something else going on, something beneath the surface and even if Ghost didn’t know of it, he was still a part of it.

As much as you didn’t want to trust Ghost, you feared he was all you could lean on. You promised yourself once he’d get back in the morning, you’d discuss it with him; how Price talked to your father, and if it was even your father he was talking to? Hopefully, he'd have the answers, and if not, you'd at least have someone to talk to.

Plus, it didn't hurt how attractive he was.

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lxvebun · 1 year

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whisper of the heart

synopsis: genshin boys voicelines about you!

content: Kaeya/Ayato/Xiao/Heizou/Gorou/Arataki/Zhongli x gender neutral reader (so they/them pronouns used) Fluff! Mentions of kissing. Slightly possessive Ayato and Zhongli (but still healthy ofc) English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

dark blogs, k¡nk and ed blogs do not interact or lose all your 50/50s and I will also knock your teeth in<3

Kaeya

About y/n:

"Ah so you've met the lovely Y/n already. I'm not surprised they're quite hard to miss. Such a radiant smile and kind heart. I've had to fend off many people that were ready to throw themselves at them. Why? Well, because they are with me of course! What, you into them as well?"

About eyepatch:

"Y/n is one of the few people who have seen me without my eyepatch. Hm? How did they respond? Well, they didn't. I appreciate that. It makes it a lot more tolerable to walk around without my eyepatch knowing that what's beneath doesn't make a difference. What's beneath it? Wouldn't you like to know"

About vision:

"Did you know our visions are in tune with our emotions? There are plenty of fingertips and footprints scorched into the walls and floors of the dawn winery hehe. I sometimes unintentionally freeze parts of items I'm holding. Now that we're talking about it, it always happens when y/n enters my view...how strange"

Ayato

Possessive ayato? Possessive ayato

About y/n:

"Y/n? Did Thoma tell you about them? I'm not surprised. If Thoma is not around the estate you can be sure he's feeding the stray dogs and cats with Y/n. I wish I could join them but alas I'm needed elsewhere most of the time. If you'd like, I can ask y/n to go feed the dogs and cats with you sometime. But remember as lovely as they are, they are indeed my partner, so don't get any ideas"

About free time:

"As head of the kamisato clan, free time is not something I have an abundance of. Once I finished one pile of papers, Thoma is already handing me the next *sigh* It can be tiring but my dear y/n is able to make those long days a little easier. Just seeing them smile energizes me. I often request them to stay with me a little while longer when I finish some papers. I wouldn't know what to do without them"

About vision:

"Visions are indeed in tune with our emotions, though it's rarely visible to others since they're not quite spectacular. I have noticed I subconsciously start creating little water flowers on y/ns skin whenever we have some sort of physical contact. Many times when we are holding hands, they start building up along their arms. Im glad Y/n doesn't mind, they are quite pretty and I can't say I hate it when I see them walk around Inazuma adorned with my flowers.

Xiao

About y/n:

"Y/n? Yeah what's with them? Do I know them well? I do they are, ,,they are my partner. Don't look so surprised! I can't believe I'm deserving of them either."

Kiss him rn:(

About flowers

"Y/n and I often go flower picking through Liyues mountains. While I don't know where they get the energy to race from mountain top to mountain top, as long as it makes them happy, I'm happy. That said, the flower crowns they make are quite beautiful. Do I wear them? Of course."

About vision:

"I've learned to control most of the elemental energy originating from our visions but, as embarrassing as it is to say, i've lost control of them multiple times around Y/n. there have been multiple occasions of anemo whisps dancing around them or *sigh*, dashing into them when I desire physical contact. They think it's sweet but...nevermind, I suppose that makes it alright.

Heizou

About y/n:

"Ah yes Y/n! They are quite lovely don't you think? You know, the first time I met them something inside of me just knew they were my soulmate, and unsurprisingly I dreamed about them that night! Once I finally managed to talk to them we immediately felt the spark. We've been together ever since :)"

About cases:

"Although I'm good at solving cases, if I do say so myself, I do like requesting Y/n to help me. Of course, I’d never take them with me on dangerous cases, but the more ahem peculiar ones such as " a certain Oni has been seen walking around Hanamizaka challenging children to onikabuto duels' ' it's fun to bring them along. "

About visions:

"Ah yes, every user's vision is in tune with their emotions. Mine are a little more controllable than most users. Sometimes little puffs of air flow from my fingertips, Y/n enjoys it when I'm stroking my hand through their hair or giving them a gentle breeze on a hot day. Gotta be careful I don't accidentally make the flow too strong tho"

Gorou

About y/n

"Oh you have met Y/n? Well, what did you think of them? They’re sweet right! They told you about us? No no I don’t mind! I just didn’t expect them to be so open and excited to tell you. I know it's wagging Stop looking at my tail!"

About headpats:

"Though many try, I don't let anyone touch my ears, or my tail,,,except for y/n of course. Many times in the past, when I was younger, people always tugged on my tail or pinched my ears so I was really nervous when Y/n wanted to touch them. I'm glad I let them. They're always soft and delicate with any pets and it feels good to know they like me for me and everything that I am. They also know the exact right places to scratch!"

About visions:

Shirou is the lil dog with gorous skill btw

"Lets not talk about that. There have been an embarrassing amount of times where I had to hold back shirou from pressing a plethora of kisses to y/n's face. He only does that when I'm holding back on affection. Not because I don't like it! more so because I get nervous, but now it's either breaking through that nervousness or getting a leash for shirou.."

Arataki Itto

About y/n:

"Haha I see you’ve met my number one! They’re great, they are always up for onikabuto fights, they get along great with granny even the gang adores them? Jealous? Why would I be jealous? The gang, no no they wouldn't try anything, I mean yeah y/n is great and sweet, kind, admirable, strong…..perhaps I should have a meeting with the gang, just to be sure ya know"

About being an oni:

"Hey hey hey what do ya think about my horns! check it out freshly painted by the lovely y/n haha!! Yeah, y/n always paints my horns! Sometimes I just let them decide what color they're going to be, even walked around with pastel pink ones for a while. Im glad that they're so comfortable with me being an oni. the differences in size, strength and well the horns of course can scare quite a few people off or archons forbid make them start throwing beans AGH. Not my dear y’n though! even if I accidentally poke them with my horns sometimes, they still press a kiss to them each moring:))"

About visions

"Sometimes, I think Ushi likes y/n more than me. I know right! They’re always cuddling together which I mean they should be doing with me but anyways, or Ushi is sitting on their lap which is also my place....... but I like that they get along so well. Ushi has been my rock for a long time so it's nice to see them together.

Zhongli

I couldnt think of a vision one :(

About y/n:

"Oh you want to know more about y/n and me? Of course, i’d love to tell you about our story. My dear love y'n and I go a long long way back. Come sit down I will brew you some tea as I tell you about them"

About Morax:

"Though I have walked around in this form for a while now, some old habits are quite hard to shed, more specifically the hoarding and protecting of treasure. But I also think it’s a normal response to want to protect whats yours no? As you can see our home is decorated with little shiny trinkets that I found during my many years in Teyvat. Here! this a very special crystal I found a millenia ago, Dug it out of the ground myself. Of course you can touch it. The protectiveness? Oh that only happens when y/n is around"

Dragon!zhongli? Kiss me.

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3 I hope you liked it!

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Savior

Daryl Dixon x Savior!Reader

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject.

CW: Non-con, forced impregnation.

You stood at the sidelines as you stared at the truck coming back from a supply run.

Except those weren't supplies in the truck bed.

You almost wanted to say it was a monster.

You quickly learned, by the horrible sounds all night and day, that it was some kind of beast. Its howls and roars had you barely sleeping and wandering the halls until you caught Negan's voice. "And why are we snooping around at night?"

You had rounded a corner and walked into him and his high rank buddies having what seemed to be an important conversation.

"Apologies, Negan. I'm having a hard time sleeping with that think you brought in making so much noise." Negan stepped up to you, his red scarf taking up most of your vision before he bent down and placed a hand at the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Come by the room tomorrow after breakfast time. Got a job for you. And I'll show you what I caught. Win, right?"

That disgusting smug look of his haunted your mind every time you closed your eyes. You didn't trust him, but not showing up would mean your slow, painful end. And you couldn't say you were at least a bit curious about the captured thing.

So the next morning you made quick work of your breakfast and headed back up to your floor and to the appointed room, where two of Negan's henchmen already kept watch at the door. "Negan will be here soon. You can wait here."

Ugh. Always the friendly talks with these guys.

"Well good morning to you, miss." The chuckle that left him sent shivers down your spine. "You're even earlier than me! That excited to see what you're gonna do?" He brushed past you, shoulders grazing as he made his way up to the door and unlocked it.

You were the last one to enter the room, waiting your turn as all the high ranks came before you always.

You were backed up against the wall the second your eyes found the source of the noises that kept you awake.

A giant wolf like beast, dull brown fur with greying spots, the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen and also the most terrifying set or teeth and claws. It was massive as well, tied down and clearly drugged as it weakly trashed against its restrains.

"Thanks for showing me, s.. sir. I'll go do that job now."

The second you spoke, the henchmen took place at the door and Negan handed you a large plastic beaker. "Good! Go jerk off the big dog. Give him a nice rub." He pressed the beaker against your chest. "And don't spill anything or I'm having you do it more than once."

You looked over at the beast and took the beaker in hand. It had given up the struggle to get loose. "Boys. Help the lady roll him over."

With a couple simple moves the beast was moved onto his back and the men surrounded you with guns.

"Well? Go on! Better do it now before he wakes all the way up."

You stared at the beast's nethers where its fur thickened and moved your hands to rub at the spot. With your hands in his fur his body twitched, a low noise escaping his maw but you had to continue. You stroked the are in the hoped you'd coax his member out and after a bit it finally started to show.

Fuck it was huge. About the size of your lower leg and so red.

But you really had to get to work. Negan hated waiting.

So you wrapped your hands around the beast's length and stroked, earning more noises and twitches that weren't stopping this time. With every rub you noticed the base of his length swell, the thickened part being seemingly even more sensitive than the rest.

"Make it fun to watch for us. Give it a lick, pretend to have fun at least." Negan's voice spooked you so much you squeezed particularly hard and earned what sounded like a whine from the beast. Shit, was it waking up? You really had to hurry.

So you lowered your mouth to kiss at the beast's tip, open your mouth as far as you could and suck at it, licking at it like your life depended on it. Which it did, really.

You were getting more and more responses from the drugged monster at your fingertips indicating it was gonna come sooner rather than later.

You moved one hand to squeeze the swell at the base as your other hand held the beaker at the tip. You rubbed and licked, trying to keep a steady hold on everything as the beast picked up his trashing again, mewling out loudly as his hips jerked and stilled. Thick spurts of cum filling the beaker, its load bigger than any you had ever seen.

Once the beast stilled it seemed to have worked through its tranquilizers and started waking up, growling and turning.

The men closest to you grabbed you and the filled beaker aside before you'd get kicked in the face by a still woozy monster.

"Well look at that!" Negan had snatched up the beaker and sat it on the desk, rummaging in the drawers for something.

"And now for the fun part. Take your pants off." He waved Lucille at you, motioning to hurry up and in fear of your life you complied.

With shaking fingers you unbuttoned your pants, trying to ignore the gawking eyes of multiple men.

"Panties too, sweetcheeks. Can't do anything with those on can you?" Negan had showed up behind you and snagged the waistband of your underwear only to smack it back against your ass. His hand was on your waist in a second to lead you to the desk, pulling the panties down your ass and gesturing for you to take them off and take a seat. On the desk.

His hands went to rest on your thighs and spread them wide open as he stood in front of you with his signature grin.

His hand went to reach for something and held it out in your view. "Go ahead."

"This little thing here." A syringe filled with the just acquired beast semen dangled from his fingertips. "Goes in that pretty little pussy of yours and you're going to empty it entirely."

He pressed the syringe into your hand and stepped back and out of the beast's way.

It stared up at you and you stared right back, hands trembling around step two of your job.

The eyes on you made you feel small and fear was clouding your mind as you stared at the beast before you, your hands ever so slowly moving down your body as Negan had grabbed hold of Lucille as a warning.

The point made it to your slit and the beast gave a growl in protest but you had to continue. You gave him a sorry look as you pressed the syringe past your entrance, all the way to the ends and pressed the plunger down as far as it could go. He roared in protest, fighting his restraints but with his paws bound and the IV in his back he couldn't do anything but watch you spill his seed inside of you.

You were guarded and monitored every single day and were losing an awful lot of sleep thanks to that absolutely horrible song playing on loop to torture some prisoner.

Dwight was the one escorting you today. He brought food and vitamins on pickup for your daily checkup and he looked uncomfortable.

He stayed at your side for the whole appointment and walked you back to your room. His orders included making sure you ate and took the provided vitamins so he accompanied you.

"I'm sorry for what he's making you do." His words caught you by surprise, hoping he wasn't just making you lower your guard around him so they can hurt you more. "Look. I overheard Negan talking about his plans. If you're a success he's gonna do it to others, and Sherry's at the top of that list."

Sherry. You knew her, she's his wife and went through a lot of shit with Negan ready. He probably plans to get back at the both of them this way.

"I'm barely sleeping because I'm so scared. What if this kills me after he's done it to all the other women?" It struck a cord of fear within him as you said it, not knowing what he'd do if Negan ended up killing his wife.

"I'm getting rid of his stash, so he can't hurt anyone else and take the beast's IV out so it can escape. I know it won't do anything for your situation but it's all I can do."

You agreed with his plan and told him to be careful. You didn't like him much but he was helping you so you didn't want to see him hurt.

And only a few days later, just as you had gotten the official yes on being pregnant, chaos ensued.

Outside your room you heard stuff breaking, people screaming and heavy thuds and roars of the beast moving around. Dwight succeeded

And then it got quiet.

Really quiet.

No more cries and howls of torture, and no more of that shitty song on loop.

You could finally sleep, so sleep you did.

It wasn't long before Negan summoned you for interrogation but you kept up the lie of knowing nothing and it worked great, now that you had the only offspring of the monster growing inside of you. You were sent back to your room to be a prisoner again, constantly monitored for an entire month, kept away from all the mess between Sanctuary and the other communities until the war truly broke out.

You stopped getting your daily vitamins delivered but now got a week long supply each time, and were allowed to, with one of your guards, to head downstairs for free food. You felt a bit more comfortable with two women at your door now, they understood your condition and showed some care at least. And Negan had needed all the men he could get to fight so they were the only option.

Eventually one of the women came inside the room to keep watch over you, informing about the communities having arrived at Sanctuary and things getting ugly. You sat together and waited. Talked about all kinds of things, trying to keep the topic off Negan's plans for you and to your luck, just before running out of conversation material someone came running through the door.

"We lost. Negan's gone and they took over. They fucked with our weapons." And with that she left again, slamming the door behind her on the way out.

Your guard had gotten up and moved out the room. "You stay put. I'm gonna check it out."

With you being alone and not even wanting to leave the room you laid back down in bed and waited for someone to come back with news. You had enough supplies here to last you a few days and you knew your way to the doc's place if you really needed something.

Not that you made it that far when you went out, because with five steps in, you heard someone call out.

"Ey, you. C'mere, where ya headed?" You didn't recognize it so you knew you were fucked.

Turning around you raised your hands to show you were unarmed, and the man's crossbow dropped the second your eyes met. "Infirmary. I ran out of meds." With your hands up you pointed down at your stomach, only to realize you wore loose clothing that hid your small bump. You went to grab for the hem of your shirt when the man's crossbow rose to take aim again. "I swear I'm unarmed." One hand stayed raised while the other ever so slowly went to pull up your shirt and show him your stomach. "I need the vitamins."

The crossbow dropped again as he walked up to you, stating you were going together. "Can't have ya gettin' shot on sight by our people."

The two of you made your way to the infirmary and you found a big stash of prenatal vitamins and pocketed them all while the man dug around to make inventory. "So, what's your plan with us? The ones who just live here?" You couldn't help but be scared out of your mind now that the other communities that Negan had been torturing for so long had taken his down, sure they'd want revenge.

"Ain't sure. M'not the boss. Just checkin' the area." He rummaged through a cabinet and pocketed some random stuff before turning his attention back to you. "M'takin' ya home to Alexandria. Can't have ya bein' alone with them pups in ya." His words had you almost trip over air as you paced the room and whipped your head in his direction. You tried to find the right response but your silence spoke even louder. "Look," He got closer so you couldn't run, but you just watched him and waited for him to continue.

He didn't speak, but right before your eyes he opened his mouth in which sharp fangs appeared and his eyes glowed.

"Holy shit, you." You looked him over once, twice and matched up some of the beast's features with the human in front of you.

"Wait." You pointed at him, then at your belly and stared to which he nodded his head. "Yeah. S'why 'm takin' ya home with me." He held out a hand to you and you carefully shook it, slowly starting to feel okay around him as you exchanged introductions.

"So, what now?" You didn't even know what you were asking about. Now-now? 'Home'-now? What about those apparently pups-now?

Daryl took you back out of the building after letting you gather your important belongings and met back with the ones from his community who had left behind, and you talked the whole way.

About how you wanted none of this and while you were thankful for Dwight getting rid of the leftovers and made sure no other women suffered your fate, you still somewhere wished it never took in the first place. Daryl could feel your hurt, and felt responsible for you even if he was just the donor. "I wanna help ya be comfortable. We didn't choose this but I think we can work sum'n out."

Yeah. You never wanted this to happen to you, but neither did Daryl and now you were both forced into being parents.

But you believed his words, you weren't sure if it was because you were connected now, but you were almost excited to go see where Daryl lived.

"I'm staying with you, right? They're not gonna make me live with strangers? I.. I don't think they'll trust me and--"

"Yer with me." His voice was stern, as to prove a point. "They ain't sayin' no to ya, ye'll be livin' at mah place. Wanna keep an eye on ya." He sounded almost ..excited?

"C'mon, we're leavin'. Ya should be restin'." Daryl helped you pack your stuff in the car with a man named Aaron and then took you to his ride.

A motorcycle you had seen Dwight on before. Now that you looked at Daryl better, you had seen Dwight in that vest too..

It took a moment to get comfortable behind Daryl on his bike, unsure where to hold onto and not wanting to press your belly against him and make him uncomfortable.

Once you and your stuff was all safe behind the walls of Alexandria and tucked away in your new house you allowed yourself to breathe.

Breathing quickly turned to crying, tears hidden under the warm shower while Daryl stood at the other side of the door. Your overwhelming negative outburst worried him and came to find you only to be stopped by a closed bathroom door. Not that it was locked, but he would never invade your privacy like that unless it was a life or death situation.

All he could do now was wait for you to be done in there and talk to you afterwards. He slumped against the wall beside door and listened to your muffled cries until they died down.

When you had scrubbed all of Sanctuary off your skin and your hair smelled of conditioner again you dried off and dressed in fresh, comfortable clothes and left the room only to find Daryl asleep next to the door. He sat propped up against the wall, his head lolled to the side and soft snores coming from him.

You tried to carefully wake him but he jumped up in attack immediately, dropping his hands and relaxing the moment he realized it was just you. "Shit m'sorry. Still ain't doi--" "It's okay, really. They hurt you pretty bad." Daryl took your now clean and relaxed self in, staring you up and down but hovering at your midsection. You had swapped the oversized hoodie for a tighter longsleeve that hugged your newly acquired curves perfectly. When you looked up at him he was still staring. It was really sweet how the admiration was visible even though he'd never admit it.

Your hand reached forward to take his and slowly placed his palm flat against your stomach. "You're their father, Daryl. You're allowed to touch."

Daryl's eyes shot up to yours, a whirlwind of emotions going through him as you spoke again.

"If you're up for it I'd like you to be their dad, too. I know we didn't choose this but we can choose now."

Daryl gave it a thought and yeah, you were right. What they did to both of you was nothing shy of traumatic, and while for Daryl it was technically over now that he was home again, you were still in the middle of it. "Yeah," he started. "Wanna try'n be their dad." You smiled up at him and he happily took in the loving look in your eyes.

"So ehh.." you couldn't help but shy away a little at the thought of your question. "You maybe.. wanna sleep with me tonight?" The deepest red ran up Daryl's cheeks as he avoided your gaze, but did stammer "Yeah."

Oh he was so cute as a human. So shy like this, unlike his ferocious beast side you heard killed some folks on his way out of Sanctuary.

So you pushed a bit, stepping against him so your small bump pressed against his stomach as your arms wrapped around his waist. "Can we do some pretend babymaking too? To make it feel a bit more real, please?" The last words were spoken an inch away from his lips, batting your eyelashes at him and pouting your lips.

It was like you had found the secret code to shut off his brain as he just stood there frozen until you backed off and laughed. The sound seemed to wake him up, seeing him think up an answer.

"Yeah. I think I'd like tha."

A/N: This idea had been making its rounds in my head for a while so now I finally wrote it.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead #twd au #werewolves #werewolf #human x monster #human x werewolf

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