#feeling soft again when after the horrors hit and you just got to take it easy again

[zeibei]

hold on

#mega man classic #megaman #megaman classic #freezeice shit #freeze man #ice man #mega man #iceman #freezeman #freezeice #feeling soft again when after the horrors hit and you just got to take it easy again

[dearmura]

right here

☆ cw. swearing, nightmares, crying, reader referred to as "girl" / "good girl"

☆ pairings. bf! riki × f! reader

☆ genre. angst, fluff, established relationship

☆ synopsis. when you wake up from a nightmare, he's always there to make sure you're safe with him

"god, y/n. you're so fucking irritating. nails on a chalkboard that's what you are. why did I even date you in the first place?" the boy scoffs as the bitter words slip from the lips you once kissed. ones that once reassured you that you were safe. ones that once whispered sweet nothings into your ear. ones that once gave love to every mark and curve on the expanse of your skin

it was only then as you tried cling to the boy, to try to snap him out of whatever the hell what going on. only then when he pushed you away and you tumbled to the floor, your vision blurring and breaths growing ragged as he laughed right at your broken state, a wicked smile on his face

"god, you're so pathetic, y/n"

only then as he revoked the one thing he promised to do for the rest of his days

"so pathetic to believe I ever loved you"

that you realized you never truly knew him at all

as if a force sat right on your lungs, you sprung forward, breath hard to find as you clawed at the sheets beneath you, struggling to breathe. with hot tears tainting your cheeks, you feel a warm hand rest utop yours, the boy coming into view with a face of utter horror

"angel, angel, breathe, please breathe for me" a hand comes up to support the back of your head, tangling its way into your locks as he buried you into his chest, your breaths quickening as the once familiar warmth of his embrace felt too suffocating, too burdening for you

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry please don't leave me please don't leave me please please" you grabbed at his shirt, thrashing around as you desperately begged him with all the strength in your body, every ounce of hope, desperation, feeling, pulling him impossibly closer to you, as if he would evaporate if you dared to let go. you only feel your stomach drop as your tears soak the cotton below your cheek, more guilt washing over you as you only seem to mess up over and over and over again

"shhh shhh shhh, angel. look at me look at me. I'm not gonna leave you, my love. I'm right here. I'm right here, princess" running his hands along the expanse of your back, he fights back his own tears as he slips his hands under the fabric, rubbing soothing circles on the skin below as he places soft kisses into your locks. he holds his breath and cranes his head back to stop his breath from hitching, not wanting to frighten you

"I've got you, angel. just breathe for me, breathe. that's a good girl" kissing away the tears from your cheeks, he gently pulls you into his lap, the contact alone causing a warm feeling to come over you, your breaths evening out as you let yourself melt into his embrace

"that's my girl. now whenever you're ready, you let me know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, okay, angel? take your time" he sweetly whispers into your ear, his warm breath hitting a spot on your neck that only makes a shiver run down your spine, your back arching into him, earning a chuckle from the boy as he grips you tighter by the waist

"I..." you try to speak but your voice only comes out pathetically shakey. craning your neck to stop your tears, he only gently takes your chin, letting your eyes meet his soft ones before his flicker down to your lips

"it's okay to let it out, angel. no need to be embarrassed, my love" he reassures you after sensing the hesitation in your voice. he knew you all too well, giving you just enough of a push to continue

"I had a nightmare...that you kept degrading me and saying these god awful things" you feel your vision blurring just recalling it

god, you're so pathetic, y/n

"and that you didn't love me. you never did. and I was just too dumb, too desperate to not realize it" you looked up at the boy with pained eyes, his features smudged into splotches of color, blurred by the tears glazing your vision over

so pathetic to believe I ever loved you

"oh, angel" he softly whispers, not stopping the tears from streaming down his cheeks this time, his hands shaking as they cup your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips

"you already know that's not true, my love" you feel the corners of his lips upturning as the meet your own

"god, I love you so much it hurts" he let himself pull away for a second, almost whispering to himself as he took a second to admire your tear-stained cheeks, still managing to look like a goddess even at your lowest

"angel, I know I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but god do you really think I'd be that dumb to let go of an absolute babe like you" he lets out a breathy laugh, interlocking his fingers behind your back, his hold on your waist never ceasing. you only laugh through tears at his attempt to flirt in a moment like this. hitting his shoulder playfully, you let your arms loop around his neck before grinning against his plump lips

"you're such a loser...I love it" you tease, letting his intoxicating scent hit your nose, making you let out a content sigh, feeling completely and utterly safe in his arms

"loser?" he scoffs, his voice deeply whispering in your ear, making a chill run down your spine as he places a wet kiss just below your ear

"you're lucky I love you or you'd get it" he lets out a deep chuckle, flipping you over so he laid on your chest, hands snaking their way around your waist. you were sure it was a obsession at this point with how they always found purchase there. giggling at his clinginess, you ruffle his hair sweetly, exchanging quiet 'i love you's into each other's ears until you heard soft snores from the boy

it was then as the boy held you tight in his arms, his heartbeat so close to yours, lulling himself to sleep to the sound of the soft thuds, that you realized he wasn't going anywhere

especially not from you

fin

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #nishimura niki #enha x reader #enha imagines #ni ki

[cordeliawhohung]

pet!au part 5 | ghoap x fem!reader

bath time, Bonnie

cw: overall theme of non-con, dark content, mean!simon

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Johnny lets you sleep after he’s had his fun with you. 

It’s odd how easy it comes. Your throat feels battered and bruised, and your head pounds from overexertion and dehydration with such pain that you never thought you’d get any rest. You swore you’d only be able to rest once you were dead, and yet you’re out before you even realize it. Exhaustion clings to you with unwavering nails despite it all, and grants you proper rest sometime after Johnny forced you to drink a glass of water. Well, as proper of a rest as one can get in your situation. 

Terrors plague you even with your eyes closed. You see a twisted fate before you, damned to relive the horrors already forced upon you, as well as those you're certain are soon to come. Just like you tried in real life, you rage against the unfairness of it all. Against the greedy hands and wet tongue. Against the blade on your skin and the fingers around your throat. And just like in real life, you fail. Even in dreams, you cannot escape the strange beast that calls himself Simon, nor his loyal pet.

When you finally wake and you're brutally forced back into consciousness, you are immediately aware of the hand resting on your head. It's heavy and firm as thick fingers gently glide along your skull. It almost feels comforting. The most comforted you have been since you were brought to that wretched place. You quickly realize that it's only a wolf in sheep's clothing when your eyes flutter open and you're met with Johnny's innocent grin. 

“You're so beautiful,” he whispers.

One would assume he was being sweet for whispering such a compliment to you, but you know very well that he is not. The way his cock abused your throat — and nearly your cunt — was far from kind, yet the lilt of his voice and the softness of his fingers as they wander to your cheek attempt to trick you. 

You say nothing in response to him as you continue to lay there, motionless. It feels wrong to accept a compliment from a dog such as him, but he doesn’t seem to mind your silence. All Johnny is focused on is the lines of your face and the softness of your skin as he continues to caress you. He’s a different person than he was earlier. Softer, almost seeming to care. It nearly lulls you into a false sense of security until you hear water running somewhere in the house. 

Your ears perk up at the sound, and you’re suddenly aware of everything. Not just the dull ache that permeates every cell in your body, but the lack of clothing on your legs, your still sticky and exposed thighs, and the booming footsteps that approach from the hallway. A heavy alarum rattles your senses, and you’re hit with that urge to run and fight again. 

“It’s alright, Bonnie. It’s just Simon,” Johnny says, trying to soothe you. 

It’s just Simon. He says it like you shouldn’t be afraid. As if he’s not the man who drugged you at work and brought you home to be used like a chew toy. There’s no time for you to correct him or voice your distaste before that lumbering beast is standing at the end of the bed. You want to close your eyes and pretend he isn’t there, but his presence is all consuming, and it’s not any easier to ignore when Johnny turns his attention to him with a grin. 

“Did you play nice?” Simon asks. 

“I did, I did what you told me, I promise,” Johnny says earnestly. 

The bed shakes as he shifts positions. He’s no longer laying beside you, and instead has crawled to the foot of the bed on his hands and knees like a dog. You watch with blank eyes as Johnny’s hands rest on Simon’s chest, a pitiful display of submission. Simon stares down at him for a moment before a hand reaches for his throat before giving his collar a small tug. 

“Good boy,” Simon praises. 

All it takes is another tug to get Johnny’s lips onto Simon’s, and you continue to lay there while they embrace one another. It feels wrong watching them like that. Simon shouldn’t be capable of such tenderness, and still the muffled sound of their lips separating with a sharp smack rings clear. You fear that he expects the same sort of greeting from you when he pulls away from Johnny and turns his attention to you, but you very quickly realize by the darkness in his eyes that is not the case at all. 

“C’mon, pet. Bath time.” 

There’s a deep shame that’s been plaguing you since the moment you first woke up that morning, and it only festers when you realize there’s no easy way out of this — of any of this. Simon is very patient with you as you slowly move your beaten body out of bed, and Johnny looks at you as if he’s watching a bird attempt to fly for the first time. Your teeth creak in your mouth as you try and hide your exposed body as best as you can, but Simon doesn’t at all seem interested in you being a prude. 

“This way,” he orders. 

Your feet slide along the wood floor as you follow behind him like a wounded animal. Much to your surprise, Johnny stays behind back in the bedroom, almost as if he suddenly cares about your privacy despite the fact he ravaged you for hours on end not too long ago. It doesn’t matter. Cut one head off, and two more replace it, and Simon — this freak of a man — has the strength of two jaws in one being. 

It isn’t until you reach the bathroom that you realize just how antiquated the house is. A beautiful porcelain tub, complete with a brass faucet, sits towards the back of the room, and though there are modern modifications and updates made with the toilet and sink, it very much still has that old charm to it. Everything is well taken care of, and completely spotless, but it still doesn’t do much to ease your mind about what’s about to happen to you. 

“Shirt off. Hurry up,” Simon prompts. 

Your shirt is the last piece of clothing protecting whatever dignity you have left, and you hate how easy it is for you to slip it up over your torso. Every other part of you has already been seen and explored — this feels like nothing. You don’t even mourn it as you toss it onto the floor. 

A lump threatens to choke you as Simon’s hand rests against the midsection of your back, and you nearly cry out when he presses you towards the tub. Thin wisps of steam rise on the mirror-like surface of the water, and when he helps you in, it almost feels nice when it envelops you. Despite the muscle-melting warmth, you don’t feel any less tense. You’re out of your element, you’re fully aware of that, and you try to keep your teeth from chattering as you avoid his gaze. 

He doesn’t speak as he retrieves a handful of toiletries from the counter before kneeling next to you by the tub. There’s no ledge for him to place them on, but he seems happy keeping them on the floor as he grabs some body wash. You almost move your hands up, expecting him to hand it to you, but he doesn’t. 

You quickly realize that he means to wash you himself. 

Cold gel presses against you, and you close your eyes in a pitiful attempt to pretend you’re somewhere else. Simon’s hands are firm as he begins to wash the entire length of your body. Despite the soap, it feels like he’s only ruining you; like his touch burns every inch of skin he comes into contact with. You hear him huff when he scrapes off a bit of Johnny’s dried cum off of your stomach, and you’re not sure if it’s supposed to be a laugh or not. 

“Johnny give you water today?” he suddenly asks. 

The swollen flesh of your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as you ponder his question. Johnny had nearly waterboarded you with his enthusiasm earlier, trying to give you enough water to drown an elephant. In a way, it was nice as it helped to soothe the drug induced migraine that had been plaguing you all day, and still… it reminded you that you are less than human now. 

You nod. 

“Can’t hear you,” he bites. His hand suddenly grows tense, firmly gripping your leg as he pauses his endeavor in washing you. 

“Yes!” you correct. “He did.” 

He hums in response as he continues to clean you, and though you hate to admit it, he doesn’t skimp. Legs, arms, torso, underarms — he’s scrubbing everywhere. With his bare hands, which is… less than ideal, but he’s not half-assing it. It’s enough to get you to let your guard down; not that your resolve was strong to begin with. Exhaustion festers heavily within you, and all you can do is sit there and wonder why the soap you’re being cleansed with smells so familiar. 

“Did he fuck you?” Simon then asks. 

Learning better from a moment ago, you verbally respond with, “No.” 

Simon’s hands pause for a short moment before fingers dig into your jaw. His grip is piercing and unforgiving, and it gives you no option but to look up at him as he contorts your neck backwards. The inside of your cheek digs into your teeth, and you feel your eyes begin to water with the sting. 

“Look at me. Don’t lie to me. I’ll know if you’re lyin,” he explains. “Did he fuck you?” 

Everything he said to Johnny that morning hits you like a tidal wave as he demands the truth you’ve already given to him. You vividly recall how he told Johnny not to have sex with you in fear that you might get pregnant. Worse, how he would have to get rid of you because of it. You remember how you begged Johnny not to fuck you as he nearly pressed his cock into you, how terrified you were to find out what getting rid of you meant. 

You can’t control the way your bottom lip begins to tremble, or how a single hot tear scorches your face. There’s a pitiful attempt to shake your head that’s halted by Simon’s iron-like grip, and another firm squeeze from him finally gets you to open your mouth. 

“He didn’t, he didn’t fuck me, I-I promise,” you babble. “H-He did other things, but not that, I swear!” 

Simon is impossible to read as he scans your face. Drinks in the way your body trembles and wets underneath his touch. He doesn’t say if he believes you or not, but he relinquishes his grip on your face before he stands.

“Good girl.” 

Simon dries you off with one of the largest towels you’ve ever seen once he’s finished cleaning you up. There’s no longer that layer of grime from sweat and cum that taints your body, but you know it’s going to take much more than plain water to wash away the shame that continues to haunt you. 

Once you’re fully dry, Simon faces you towards the mirror as he stands behind you. It’s the first time you’re able to see the marks Johnny’s left on you. Several angry, fat, and dark hickeys plague your chest and breasts, and there’s several light scratches on your hips. You’ve hardly been there a day and you’re already marked to hell, as if the man had been trying to stake a claim on you. 

You’re quick to learn that those silly marks are not the only claim you’ll have to bear. Quiet, metallic jingling sounds as Simon retrieves a collar out of his pocket. It’s simple, made of leather, and bears a single charm, just like Johnny’s. You try to stand as still as possible as he reaches around you and begins to fasten it around your throat — not hard enough to choke you, but firm enough to know that you shouldn’t take it off. 

You avoid his gaze in the mirror as he works, and you try to look anywhere else; the floor, the counter, your clothes—

Your clothes. 

A stark realization hits you as you notice the clothes on the counter. They’re folded with the utmost care, yet even through the creases you can make out that these are your clothes. The ones that had slowly been going missing in your closet throughout the last few weeks. And that scent on your skin? That body wash? It’s the same exact brand you’ve used for years. Wide eyes meet Simon once more in the mirror just as he finishes securing your latest accessory, and you swear you see him smirking.  Your abduction was not done on a whim. This monster had been planning to take you for a long, long time.

#ghoap x reader #ghost x soap x reader #pet!au #dead dove #f!reader

[bucketsofmonsters]

The Witch's Apprentice - Part 6

cw: demon summoning, prolonged isolation, size difference, body horror, forced transformation, self-inflicted injuries, more tags will be added as the story continues

male demon x afab reader

Word count: 3k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  Part 7

He brought you back into your room. Where else would he bring you? Your soundproofed, locked room that you had no way out of. 

You weren’t any less stuck than you were before. 

That wasn’t going to stop you, couldn’t stop you. You needed to get out. You needed to see Eden. 

You knew any attempt to reach her was pointless. She couldn’t hear you. 

It didn’t stop your desperate attempt to get to her in any way possible. You pounded on the door, the noise of your fists against the thick wood echoing in your ears and never reaching hers. 

You're not entirely sure how long you pounded on that door. It was hard to focus on anything. You weren’t seeing the door, you were seeing Eden’s face and her saving you from those god-forsaken woods and then Lucien doubling over again, hearing how his words got frantic as he tried to warn you about something he just couldn’t say and you’d start hitting even harder. 

An earsplitting, pained scream sounded and it took a second to realize it came from you. You hadn’t meant to scream but what harm could it do? It wasn’t like anyone could hear you anyways. 

You kept pounding until massive, gentle hands wrapped around your wrists. 

You looked down to find Lucien holding your now bloodied hands. 

His grip was soft. You could have pulled away if you’d wanted to, kept on trying to fight your way through a solid block of wood. 

You let him stop you. 

As soon as he realized you were done he released your hands and with that you collapsed to the floor, letting your head fall against the door. 

“You tire yourself out yet?” Lucien asked, watching you from above.

You glared up at him as you sucked in air. 

“I need…” Your voice came out nasally and wet. “I need to understand. I need to see her.”

“This is a bad idea.” He sounded resigned, as if he knew nothing he said was going to matter. You had to do this. 

“Says the demon I talk to every day.”

“Don’t do that. Not now. Not after everything.”

“Sorry,” you said with a sniffle. “You weren’t a bad idea. I think summoning you might have been the only good idea I ever had.”

As you spoke you felt something being pushed under the door into your side. You looked down to see a plate of food. Your dinner. 

You shoved it back out. At least that was something Eden could see, somewhere productive your frustration could go. 

You heard a huff through the door and you knew she was projecting her voice through. “Fine, if you want to be that way.”

“Can I talk to you?” you called out, knowing it was never going to work. 

You didn’t know if she’d left yet but it didn't matter. She never lifts it on your end, never tries to hear you. 

A heavy sigh escaped Lucien as he stared at you with sad eyes.

“As long as you’re dead set on this, do you want to do something really stupid?”

You nodded instantly. At this point, you’d agree to just about anything. 

He held his hand out towards you and waited. 

You took a moment to gather yourself as best you could. There wasn’t much you could do at this point to stop looking like a mess but at the very least you could try to slow your breathing and blink some of the tears out of your eyes. 

When you reached out to take his hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze before you were feeling the same sensation you’d felt when he’d whisked you back to his home. This time you appeared a few steps away, right through the wall. 

Eden’s eyes widened in fear the second Lucien appeared in front of her. She hadn’t even noticed you yet, her eyes locked on his imposing figure. 

As she stumbled backward, reaching blindly for something behind her, her eyes fell to you and that fear turned to anger. 

“What did you do?” she hissed out. 

“What did I do? How about I’ll tell you that when you explain the runes that burnt their way into his skin when he tried to warn me about you.”

You watched all the blood drain from her face. “What has he told you?”

“He hasn’t told me anything,” you shouted. “He can’t, you’ve stopped him. So now you’re going to tell me.”

You felt Lucien’s presence behind you, his hand ghosting over your back as a faint reminder that you weren’t here alone. 

Eden stumbled back again, coming up against a table this time. As she did, she grabbed a handful of the rosemary you always made sure she had on hand and threw it at the both of you, murmuring something under her breath as she did. 

You could feel the empty space where he’d stood before as she banished him. 

There was a manic look in her eyes as you watched her strategize, planning out what she was about to say to you. 

“He’s tricked you,” she finally settled on. “You think he’s on your side but he isn’t.”

“I don’t believe you,” you said, and those words seemed to strike almost as much panic in her as seeing Lucien did. 

“You don’t understand. He’s the one who made the forest, he’s the reason you're trapped here at all. I saved you from that, don’t you remember?”

And then everything clicked into place. “Oh my god, you made him do it, didn’t you?”

She didn’t need to confirm it, you could see it written across her face, across the face that you knew so well. 

She floundered and you just watched in horror as your best friend unraveled in front of you. 

“No, no of course not,” she lied. “I wouldn’t do that to you. It would take a monster to do that to you.”

You remembered Lucien’s confusion when you told him you couldn’t leave the woods. “All this time you could have let me through.”

“I did let you through, don’t you see? I let you through to bring you here and I’ve kept you so safe.”

You fought not to glance towards the door, towards the woods. To not give anything away. You could make a break for it and from there, it was his woods. Maybe he could save you before Eden could command him to do anything else. 

“Lucien made it,” you said again and Eden nodded eagerly You knew exactly what she wanted. For you to blame him, to act as if this wasn’t entirely her doing. 

He could save you, you knew he could. You could run and summon him before his creation managed to swallow you whole. 

Tears pricked at Eden’s eyes but they never fell. She would never let them fall. “You will not leave me.” 

She said it the same way she commanded Lucien, with absolute authority

You weren’t falling for it anymore. 

Your cheeks felt wet again and you reached up to find you’d started crying once more without even realizing it. “I would have stayed. If you’d just asked me I would’ve stayed in a heartbeat.”

“Then why does it matter?”

“Why does it… What do you mean why does it matter? You imprisoned me and you lied to me and I trusted you.”

She scoffed. “You know what? I tried so hard to be out here on my own. I conquered so much, escaped every other weak person who was dragging me down. But something was missing, something I couldn’t run from. And then you showed up, all bright-eyed and grateful and you fixed it all. I was weak and I needed people, needed you. I need you. Is that what you want to hear?”

It fully settled that she meant every word. She needed you here, needed you to keep the sickening loneliness that you were intimately familiar with away. 

And never once did it occur to her to think about that feeling in you. 

Why would it? You weren’t a friend to her, a companion, a person. You were a tool to stave off an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her gut. 

Before you could even process the fact that you were running towards the door you were falling. You hit the ground with a thud as Eden watched on from behind you, her shaking hands pointed in your direction. 

She muttered something under her breath and then you weren’t falling anymore. Instead, you were floating slowly but surely upwards. 

It took a few moments to realize that while you might be floating, your body wasn’t coming with you. It was lying below you, cold and so very far away. 

You looked dead. 

You felt dead. 

And then you were being made smaller. Matter was being summoned up where there was none before and you were being forced into a body that you don’t want to be in, one too small for you that felt far too fragile. 

You could feel bones and tendons forming, snapping into place as Eden held you aloft in front of her. 

Skin started to form over your new, unfamiliar frame and then something else. Were they feathers?

As unfamiliar flesh continued to crawl over the bones and muscles were conjured from nothing, you tried to fight, to move, to do anything in your new form. 

You managed to lift what looked like a half-formed wing and the numbness was replaced with searing pain. 

You felt like you’d been skinned and every feather that wormed its way out of you was like a needle through this new skin. 

Eden plucked you out of the air moments before you’d finished forming into this new shape. 

She held you in her hands and you’d never felt smaller. 

“It suits you,” she said as she looked down at you, the wings she’d forced upon you being pressed into your sides by her fingers. “You were always more of a pet than an apprentice anyways.”

Before you can so much as gather your bearings you were being forced inside a silver cage.  

Functioning inside the mind of a bird was impossibly difficult. You couldn’t hold onto thoughts anymore. The closest thing you had was the fear. That much the bird could understand. 

You did your best to make out what was happening outside your cage. It wasn’t that your vision was worse now, if anything it was better. It was like the things you were seeing were losing their context and gaining a new one. 

You saw Eden summon Lucien, saw them look down at your body as Eden said, “This is your fault.” You could see his breath catch in his chest, the way he doubled over on himself.

But you also saw predators, looming shapes that you wanted to get far away from. Their voices were too loud, you needed to leave. 

Then a voice sounded not from outside your new cage, but from somewhere inside of you. “You're not dead. I can feel you. Where are you?”

You heard the words perfectly fine, you just couldn’t process them. As soon as the next would come the word preceding it was lost to you. 

They were just sounds. Why were there sounds coming from inside your head? That’s not where they normally came from. 

A panicked attempt to fly away was thwarted by this small metal prison. You couldn’t go anywhere and there were sounds coming from inside you and the creatures in the room just kept getting louder and louder. 

The voice in your head wasn’t as loud as the creatures were, and yet you could hear it so much better. It spoke again and you could feel the voice trying to calm you. “...need you to summon me… can’t get to you…”

You could barely process the words before they left you behind. 

You caught a glimpse of your side. You were gray. You weren’t always gray. Were you? It seemed strange. 

You leaned back to straighten your feathers, preening restlessly as your mind told you to get away when you knew that you couldn’t. 

The panic felt familiar in a way you couldn’t place. You knew this panic. It wrapped around your throat and stole your air with a practiced familiarity. 

You were trapped. 

You remembered this. You understood being trapped. 

The sounds started making sense again, if only for a moment. Lucien and Eden were shouting at each other over your lifeless corpse and his voice sounded in your head, pleading with you. 

“Just summon me, I can’t get out on my own.”

But you couldn’t. You didn’t have long enough, didn’t have enough of yourself left. 

He’d known this would happen, had begged to take you away, for you not to do this. He had tried to save you, was still trying to, and you couldn’t get a hold of your own mind enough to help him do that. 

With your fleeting lucidity, you did the best that you could, praying it would be enough. You focused everything you had and with all your might sent him back one word. 

“Eden.”

It was difficult to parse what happened next. As far as you could tell,  it got very loud and everything moved very fast and then something exploded. 

You couldn’t tell where it came from. It was harder to place than the voices were. It felt like you’d exploded, like your insides had folded back apart just as quickly as they had formed but it just as easily it could have been the room around you, breaking apart as Lucien took revenge in both of your names. 

You probably wouldn’t make it out. You knew that much. You were stuck in an impossible body in an impossible situation in an impossible forest. You just hoped Lucien made it out, at the very least. That you did manage to free him. 

The next thing you knew you were lying in a strange bed in a strange room with Lucien looming nervously over you. 

You flexed your hand, your own hand, without so much as a single feather. It felt like a miracle. 

The first words you sputtered out were, “Eden… is she…”

You didn’t need to finish the question. 

He looked down at you, seeming like he was trying to figure out what answer you wanted. “She’s alive. I’d rather she wasn’t but I figured it should be up to you as much as it is me. Besides, I have her name now, she can’t make me do anything ever again. So I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” you said, a coughing fit overtaking you after you forced the words out. A gray feather escaped your mouth and you almost threw up at the sight. 

He graciously didn't mention it. “I really do.”

You shook your head but you didn’t have the energy to argue with him right now. 

As you did, you took in the room around you. It was somewhere foreign, the walls of the room a dull gray with beat-up wooden furniture scattered about the room. 

“Where am I?” you asked as you tried to peek out the window that sat behind Lucien without straining yourself too hard. 

“An inn. I would’ve taken you back to hell with me but after everything you’ve been through I figured you’d appreciate being clear-headed. And besides, it’s easier to leave this way, in case you want me gone.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why would I want you gone?”

“I’m the reason you’ve been stuck in your own personal hell for years, you literally have nightmares about something I did to you.”

You shook your head again. “No, that’s not right. She made you do it, didn’t she?”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t change what happened to you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You pouting about it won’t change anything either. You’re not going anywhere, understood?”

He nodded as a faint smile graced his face. “Understood. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pay for the room. I sort of just poofed us into the nearest inn I could remember as soon as I got a hold of you. You’ll be alright on your own?”

You wouldn’t be. How could you possibly be alright after all of this, after everything you knew had been ripped out from under you? 

You nodded. 

He took you at your word, stepping out the door with a final look in your direction. He closed the door softly behind him as if he was worried if it made too loud of a noise you’d spook. 

You collapsed back into the bed, letting your exhaustion take over you. 

As you fell into a fitful sleep, you couldn’t help but wonder what sort of nightmares you’d have now.

#terato #demon x reader #demon x human #monster bf #monster boyfriend #monster x human #monster x reader #demon #the witch's apprentice #this is kinda short but it is Dense and I didn't want to clutter it up #I can't believe yall were suspicious of Eden #how strange I wonder where that could've come from #This chapter is me having my animorphs moment lol #I will NEVER pass up a good transformation #that is a promise

[nyxoz]

Halloween smut with Scream Eddie nothing else matters

life’s no fun without a good scare

ghostface/scream!Eddie x Reader

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: Horror themes, knife play, smut, thigh fucking, P in V sex, unprotected sex, mentions of CNC, mask stays on during sex, thick thighs save lives, dom/sub undertones.

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The final trick-or-treater of the night leaves with the last bit of your candy. A sweet little ballerina who did a pirouette on your front porch just for you. 

Your feet are hurting from being on them all night, so you decide to run a bath. As the water reaches the top of the tub, you strip your shirt and pants. As you reach for your bra clasps the doorbell rings. You sigh, must be a random trick-or-treater, you hate to have to tell them you’ve got no candy left. 

You turn the tap off on the bath and grab your robe, covering your panties and bra, and wrapping it tightly around your body. You walk out of your bathroom towards the front door and pass the TV in the living room that is playing the third horror movie of the night. You catch a glimpse of Michael Myers just as you reach the front door. 

You open it to reveal… no one. 

There’s no one there. You take a few steps out and look around your street to see it completely empty. Hawkins is eerie at night, especially with the added Halloween decorations covering people’s front lawns. The wind howls in the distance and you take one final look before turning to walk back inside. 

Just as you turn around something jumps at your feet. You gasp and bounce back, looking down to find eyes staring at you in the dark. You squint a little and soon see a black cat. More specifically your neighbour's cat. Bending down, you reach out a hand and scratch his soft head.

“You scared me, honey.” You coo. He begins walking to the opposite end of your porch and you walk after him. He jumps up onto the railing and you give him one final pat before he jumps off and back towards his house. As you watch him you hear the creak of the porch steps, you turn around to see who it is and again, no one is there. 

You shake your head and sigh. 

“Stupid scary movies.” You mutter as you make your way back inside. 

You make sure to triple-check the lock before walking back to your bathroom. As you enter the dark hallway you see something run from one bedroom across to another. You stop still in your tracks. 

“Hello?” You call out, “Is someone there?” 

When no one answers you decide that you just imagined it. You carefully go to walk past the bedrooms to the bathroom and as you do something crowds against you pushing you up against a wall. 

You scream as your back hits the wall hard and you feel the cool steel of a knife press up against your throat. 

You look up through thick lashes and see a white mask staring back at you. A mask that you’re all too familiar with. 

“Are you scared?” a deep voice asks. It almost makes you chuckle, hearing Eddie trying to hide his normal voice. 

“What are you gonna do, slit my throat?” 

A warm chuckle comes from the mask and he pulls the knife away a little to trace the tip along your jugular. 

“Nah, you should stand behind someone when you cut their throat. Too messy otherwise, you’ll get blood alllllll over yourself.” 

You lick over your bottom lip and flutter your lashes as you look at the ghost face.

“Well, what are you gonna do to me?” 

Eddie’s free hand, that’s covered in a black leather glove, comes out and grabs at the rope holding your robe together. He tugs on it till it comes undone and your robe falls open, revealing your bra and panties. 

“Hmmm,” he says, the knife comes to the collar of the robe and pushes it over your shoulder, “Dunno, haven’t decided yet.” The robe drops off both your arms and lands on the floor around your feet, leaving you in just your underwear. 

You stand there leaning against the wall while he towers over you in his disguise. Slowly, you sidestep towards the open door to your right and Eddie’s mask follows you as you go. 

You backstep into the room, and Eddie starts following you. You stand between your bed and mirror vanity, waiting for him to make the next move. 

He walks in front of you, and you can see yourself from the mirror in the corner of your eye. His knife comes up and traces between the valley of your breasts, over your chest and collarbone before it slides under the strap of your bra. You look down and watch as the knife turns so the sharp side faces up and he pulls the knife toward him, cutting the strap cleanly. 

A small gasp escapes your lips as the cup falls and exposes your breast. The cool air hits your nipple and it starts to harden. 

He quickly does the same to the other side looking down through his mask at both your round tits sitting perfectly in front of him. 

Reaching over his shoulder, you hear the sound of velcro pulling apart and the black gown he’s wearing slips down his shoulders and he lets it drop to the ground. It reveals a faded black band tee with the sleeves cut off, tucked into his classic black ripped jeans. His cut-off sleeves reveal his tattoos that scatter his arms, leaving no doubt in your mind that it’s Eddie behind the mask. 

“Face the mirror.” He demands. 

You do as he says and turn your body until you’re facing the mirror directly. Eddie takes a few steps until he’s standing behind you, his masked face in view over your shoulder. 

You take in the view; you standing there with your tits out and in just your panties, your bra a mangled mess still wrapped around your torso. Eddie fully clothed and standing behind you with his mask on and hair peeking out from the bottom. Your heart races at the image and you can’t stop your chest from heaving. 

Eddie’s leather-cladded hands land on your waist and you can’t help but jump a little at the coolness. 

He begins pushing you forward, inch by inch until your thighs are flush with the wood of your vanity desk. 

His right-hand splays over your abdomen and your tummy dips at the contact. Slowly he trails it down until his thick leather fingers are pressed over your cotton panties. He pushes against your slit over the material and you feel the warm wetness that has seeped into your underwear press back against you. 

He rubs small soft circles over your clit, making you moan breathlessly and lean back against him. You feel the soft line of his stomach press against your back and his crotch press against the top of your ass. 

“Look at you,” He whispers gruffly into your ear, his masked face pressed to the side of your head, “You’ll let anyone fuck you, won’t you? Anyone could just walk into your house and bend you over and you’d be a moaning whore for it.” 

At that, he slaps your clothed cunt and you moan out like the whore he said you were. 

He chuckles at the sound and slides both his hands up to your breasts grabbing at them harshly. He squeezes at the fat before tweaking and flicking at your nipples, shocks of pleasure shoot through you as he continues to abuse them. 

You’ve absolutely drenched your underwear. If Eddie didn’t have gloves on to feel it himself, you know he would taunt you for how dripping wet you are for him like this.  

Without warning, Eddie grabs at the back of your head with one hand and pushes you forward so you’re bending over the vanity with your face inches from the mirror. You look at the way your breasts hang and sway, nipples ravished and skin now bleeding back to colour from being squeezed. 

Eddie releases your hair and brings his hands down to undo his belt and jeans. He pulls himself out and gives his cock a few lazy tugs, you wonder what it feels like with his gloves on. 

One of his hands comes to land on your throat, making you have to stare right at the scene otherwise you’ll choke against his grip. 

He releases his cock and tugs your panties down to just below your ass before bringing his hand back and guiding himself between your legs. His tip slides through your slick folds and he laughs loudly at how soaked you are. 

“You’re practically dripping, sweetheart. Surprised there isn’t a puddle on the floor.” 

You look at his mask and try to look into the eyes to make eye contact, you push back against his dick, letting it trace up your slit and hit your clit.  

“Please.” You beg. 

“Please she says,” He mocks, “I could do anything I fucking wanted to you and you wouldn’t be able to do shit.” 

Your hole clenches at the thought of Eddie being so in control of the situation, at you being at his absolute mercy. You whimper thinking about it. 

“Y’know what?” He says, pulling at your throat so you have to hold yourself up a little higher to be able to breathe, “You need to earn my cock.” 

You whine and pout your lips at him in the mirror.

He smacks your ass sharply at the protest causing you to jump forward a little and bump your vanity. Bottles of perfume and lotion fall over but you couldn’t care less. 

Eddie’s foot comes up and pushes down your panties till they're at your ankles. He lets go of your throat and your hands quickly come forward to stop yourself face-planting into the mirror. 

With his now free hands he takes off both his gloves and you're disappointed to see none of his rings adorning his stubby thick fingers. He reaches forward to a lotion bottle that’s laying on its side and grabs at it. You watch as he pumps a generous amount onto his palm. Your eyes follow his hands in the mirror, they disappear behind you to his cock and you hear the slick sound of him rubbing some of the lotion on it. You gasp, startled, as he bends down slightly and his slippery hand reaches between you and rubs over your inner thigh before doing the same to the other side, coating your skin in the cool lotion. 

He straightens up and grabs at his cock, tapping it on your ass a little to get your attention. 

You look back up at his masked face. 

“I’m gonna fuck your thighs,” His husky voice says, “and if you’ve earned it, I’ll fuck that sweet hole, yeah?” 

You bite at your lip and nod slightly, agreeing to his terms. 

He stares at you for a second before guiding his cock between your thighs. As you feel his cock head slide against your inner thigh, you instinctively squeeze your legs together for him to create some friction. 

His dick slides between the fat of your thighs slowly, his pelvis hitting your ass. He lets out little groans as he speeds up and you tighten your thighs as much as you can, your knees knocking together. 

“Fucking hell,” Eddie says. 

The hands-on your hips are gripping tight, pulling you with him as he fucks his hips forward. 

He stands a little straighter and the line of his cock slides along your slit making you moan and drop your head between your shoulders. 

“Think you deserve it yet, sweetheart?” He asks. 

The tip of his cock hits your clit and you feel a shiver run through you. “Please.” You whimper. 

“What was that?”  

You lift your head and look at his masked face in the mirror, “Please.” You say louder. 

“So polite.” 

He slaps a hand down against your ass and pulls out fully, straightening up to his full height. His foot toes between your calves and push you to stand your legs apart further. 

His hand comes to your hair and grabs at it, using it to pull you upright. You feel the burn on your scalp and hit the hard line of his body as you stand up. His masked face hides into your neck just below your ear and you feel his cock trapped between your cheeks. 

“Look at yourself.” He whispers. 

Your eyes lock with yourself in the mirror and you take in your form.

As you watch yourself you feel his hand grab at his cock and he slides down your crack until he’s pushing at the entrance of your cunt. 

His knees bend a little to get the angle and he drops his head against your shoulder to look down at his cock disappearing. 

“Jesus.” He whispers to himself. 

He fully pushes into you and your mouth drops open at the pressure and the slight burn of being opened up by his cock. He bottoms out and looks back up at you from over your shoulder. 

You look at his masked face and nod slowly, silently begging for him to move. 

He laughs a little and does short, small thrusts into you. 

You drop your head back a bit on his shoulder, still looking at yourself in the mirror. 

Your bra hangs around your midsection and your tits bounce slightly as his hips fuck into you a little harder. His hand not in your hair grips at your love handle and pulls you into him. 

He pulls all the way out and pounds up into you, hitting you deep and making you yell out loud. 

“Oh fuck!” You cry, eyes squeezing shut. 

Eddie laughs again and his hand in your hair tugs a little. “Eyes open.” He instructs. 

You open your eyes and instantly land on the jiggle of your body as he fucks his cock into your pussy hard and fast. 

The hand on your hip inches around to your belly and splays over it, trailing down until he’s at the top of your slit near your clit. His thick finger slides between your slit and rubs over your wet nub. You sob out at the pleasure. 

The heat in your core grows and you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. 

The sound of skin hitting skin and the wet squelch of him fucking into your cunt echoes around the room. You hear his heavy breaths from behind his mask and look at him through the mirror. 

“Where do you want my load, baby?” He asks. 

You bite your lip and can barely get the words out as his fingers on your clit begin moving faster. 

“My mouth.” 

Eddie groans at your response. “Fuck yes.”  

You feel your orgasm begin to spill over as he hits your cervix in time with the rubbing of your clit. 

“Oh god, oh god.” You yell as your orgasm overcomes you and you squeeze around his cock. 

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He plays with your clit a little more to milk your orgasm from you as he slows his thrusts to a stop. 

Eddie pulls out of you as you catch your breath and you dazedly turn around and take a step to the side to drop to your knees in front of him. 

You look up at him as he stares down at your masked face, the scary disguise only making your pussy flutter a little bit more. 

He jacks himself off as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. 

“Fuck you’re a goddamn dream.” He says. 

He fucks his fist faster and soon he lets out a muffled groan followed by a stream of hot come that hits your tongue and chin. 

His head is still dropped down looking at you as he drops his cock and catches his breath. 

You swallow the load that lands on your tongue and your hand comes up and your thumb scoops up the rest that landed on your chin before you suck it clean. 

You stand up slowly and come face to face with the mask. You can only guess how fucked out your face looks right now. You reach up and grab at his mask and he lets you pull it off his head. 

His hair flies up with it and sticks everywhere as you drop the mask to your vanity desk. 

He’s smiling dazed as he looks down at you, his face flushed and sweaty. 

“Hi.” He says. 

You smile and lean up on your tippy toes, a hair away from his lips, “Hi.” 

Eddie leans forward and presses a sweet to your lip before pushing his tongue against you to lick into your mouth and taste himself on your tongue. 

“Mmmmmm.” He moans into you before he pulls away. 

His hands are holding your face and pushing your hair back as he stares into your eyes. 

“Happy Halloween.” He says. 

You laugh through your nose and roll your eyes, “Happy Halloween.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #ghostface eddie #oz writes #oz writes eddie munson #nxyoz

[maladaptivebb]

Alone time (Benny Weir x Reader, NSFW, My Babysitters A Vampire)

9pm 

Wednesday 

A school night 

Ethan was helping Rory with his chemistry homework, Sarah had picked up another babysitting gig, and Erica didn’t hang out with the two of you. Not Benny at least. His grandma was out, some magic party with other seniors from neighboring towns. You had the house all to yourself tonight, or at least until his grandma came home around 2 or 3. But that felt like forever for the two of you. You had been dying for just a prolonged moment together, no one knew, yet. 

The tv was blaring, some straight to film horror movie from the 80s. Benny only put it on as a joke but then it actually turned out pretty interesting, that was, until the thought of his mouth on yours became the only interesting thing in the whole world. An empty pizza box and half drunk cups of soda mingle on the table in front of the tv, while the two melted together on the couch. 

He was warm and soft, you hadn’t gone beyond a small make out session when you could sneak it in from all the chaos of being in this town, but tonight you two had already been tasting each other for 30 mins. 

Soft moans escaped your mouth, which only encouraged his ego to hook your leg around his waist. The movements were slow, achingly slow, but the two of you hadn’t had slow like this. You knew fast paced tongues and lip biting just so the other would have to explain themselves somehow to the rest of the gang. You knew hot breath mixing with cold air before parental figures could see the other sticking out of the window. Quick squeezes of whatever body part their hands happened to land on in between battles with ghouls. But tonight, the squeezes were soft and long, and oh did it drive you crazy.

His hands weren’t limited to over the clothes either, which didn’t stop him from having one buried in your unbuttoned jeans, gently squeezing your ass with one hand while his other was buried in your hair.

It would never escalate beyond kissing and maybe feeling each other up. But oh did both of you crave for more. Tacky screams rang through the house as the cheerleader was hunted onscreen, a loud moan escaped your mouth at the same time. Hips rocked together, first disguised as subtle repositioning, but then neither of you cared. 

There you were, dry humping on Bennys living room couch, his tongue deep in your throat. You had waited months for a moment like this with him. As the kiss got faster and more heated now that you both started grinding on each other, Benny quickly changed positions to end up on top of you. His head ducked down to nip at your neck and collarbone, you wrapped your legs around his hips, which only encouraged him to go faster.

The sounds he made were beautiful. His breath hitting your ear, slowly turning from soft moans to something more desperate. The movie kept playing, the pizza box continued to sit on the table, and Benny pushed his hips into yours on the couch. Profanities starting to leave his mouth, you had never gotten this far with each other before. With your fingers tangling into his hair, you pulled him into another slow kiss, which only slowed down your hips into a gentle pace, not ready for any of this to end. 

But that didn’t stop him from going any further, as he pulled your pants down far enough for him to stick his hand inside. Another scream from the tv covered up a loud moan. You decided to return the favor, unbuttoning his pants and gently slipping your hand in his boxers. Lips found each other again as your hands worked magic on each other. 

“Benny” 

You whispered in between kissing and he hummed in response, you were close and so was he. Hands sped up, kissing got sloppy, though not any less desperate. Another loud scream. But this time the two of you moaned loud with it. After a few more seconds of sloppy kisses, hands were back at each other’s sides, heavy breathing and clouded thoughts causing you both to take a second for some much needed air. 

The movie kept playing, somehow not over yet. Benny watched it as he fixed himself and caught his breath. He grabbed some napkins from the table, complimentary from the pizza, and offered you some as well. Once you had stood up and fixed yourself as well Benny pulled you close to him again, hand tight on your waist, making sure your body was stuck on his. He kissed you deeply, his tongue stayed in his own mouth, to tired to start anything again. 

“We should do this more” he finally said after breaking away from your lips 

You playfully scoffed “As if we ever have this much alone time on a regular basis”

“I mean we’re alone now, maybe we can uh you know..?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, earning a laugh and a small hit to the arm 

“We just did you dork, and from the looks of the sensor light your grandma installed over the garage, we have some visitors”

Benny frowned “good visitors or bad visitors?”

But before you could speak, you both heard a loud crash, Ethan immediately getting onto Rory for whatever stupid thing he thought Vampire ninja could do. 

Bennys head dropped in a sigh, he loved those two, but sometimes they could be too much. He was sure it was mutual for Ethan, maybe not Rory ever, but Ethan always let him intrude, so he let his hands leave your body before heading to the door.

You smiled and grabbed the remote, looking for something else to put on while Ethan and Rory barged in with even more pizza. 

#my babysitter's a vampire #benny weir x reader #benny weir #mbav stuff #Benny weir fanfic #Vampires #mbav #ethan mbav #rory mbav #ethan morgan #rory keaner #We need more MBAV fanfiction so here I am #Requests open

[elliespuns]

Quiet the Winter Harbor

Summary: After Ellie experienced horrors beyond her comprehension and was forced to do what was necessary, it completely broke her. Not knowing whether he was still alive or not, she slowly started to lose all hope of seeing Joel ever again. Terrified, helpless, and lost—that's how he found her when he appeared and took some of her pain away.

Pairing: Ellie & Joel, father-daughter

Wordcount: 1.5k

Tags/Warnings: canonverse, angst, comfort, fluff, found family, platonic relationship, father-daughter, soft Joel, baby girl Ellie, Joel POV, Ellie POV

Note: This one-shot of a 'story' is based on the actual TLOU game events; on a scene where Ellie kills David and Joel comes to take her away. Ellie & Joel mean so much to me. Writing them into fluffy scenarios will always make me happy. Hope this silly little 'scene' can make you happy too.

Rushing away from the burning building that's slowly tumbling down as the flames lick the air, Joel's arm is wrapped around the little girl's petite back as he's leading her away from the danger. She's trembling. She would never thought that she'd ever go through something like this. Ellie has killed people before, but this? This was different. He was trying to—was he? He definitely was. She keeps replaying the last few moments before her eyes, sobbing softly. She had to do it. She had no choice. She didn't want any of this to happen. Yet it still did, and it absolutely broke her.

The young girl who needs him right now is falling apart right next to him, and he has no idea what to do or what to say. The man Joel wishes to torture to death was trying to hurt her in ways no girl should ever experience. She's so young, innocent and fragile. There are no right words to empathise with something like this.

Instead of opening his mouth to say something that would only make her feel worse, he just gives her shoulder a gentle, loving squeeze with his hand and pulls her closer to him as the tears keep running down her freckles and leaving salty taste on her lips.

She's quiet. He is too. He feels miserable. If only if got there sooner. The anger, the frustration, the helplessness that suffocates him knowing he can't turn back the time to do something, and her little, quiet sniffs are not making this any easier on him. All Joel wants to do is to bring that motherfucker back to life, only to torture him and make him suffer in an agonizing way. Make him experience evil—evils that he had the nerve to put Ellie through.

And even after all this, he still can't believe what a brave and courageous kid she is. Hell of a fighter. He had never seen so much strength in a person before, let alone in a little girl.

When he arrived at the scene and he witnessed what she has done to the man, he knew that he would've done exactly the same thing. Except she's a kid. She shouldn't know what this feels like. Having her clinging to him tighly as she cried, embracing her, he finally realized that she must have gone out of her way to save his life. In that moment, he regretted everything he said to her back at the farm house and from this moment on, he decided to make his life's mission to dedicate his all this kid.

He should do something. Say something. He owes her so much. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have been here right now. Feeling helpless, with nothing but love inside his heart for her right now, he can't take this deafening silence any longer. He stops and crouches down in front of her, putting them at eye-lever with one another. The freezing, snowy path sends an icy cold feeling through his entire body as soon as his knee hits the ground and his hands reach for hers, having her lift her red, puffy eyes on him. "Listen, Ellie. I er… I have no idea what to say because, honestly, there is nothing I can say or do to take away what you've just gone through." He says softly, his voice deep but full of endearment and understanding as he caresses the knuckles on her fists with his thumbs, warming her extremely cold hands.

"Joel, I don't wanna—" She sobs, her words stuck in her throat, her teeth chattering from the cold.

"You don't have to say anything. Just know that I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for everything. For every damn mean thing I said to you. I didn't mean any of it." He says, regretting the harsh words that left his mouth at the farmhouse before everything went down so fast and he has come to realize that he hurt her. "You deserve so much more." He assures her, his huge palms covering her fists.

"Joel, can we just—"

"No, listen. Listen, Ellie…" He stops her by cupping her wet, icy cheeks that are somehow burning up, wiping her tears away with his calloused thumbs as her sad, pained eyes peer into his and her lower lip quivers. "You are the bravest fucking kid, do you understand?" He says, his voice trembling as if he's on the verge of crying himself. "And you saved my life. No one else would care enough to take so many risks to do that for someone like me." He adds and smiles, his cold hands sticking to her cheeks as he's refusing to let go. "And you still did. You matter, okay? You matter to me. I should've never left your side and—"

It's when his words are cut short as the frail girl in front of him throws herself his way and wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his jacket and weepeing softly. "I was so scared, Joel. I was so fucking scared that I lost you." She mumbles into his neck, searching for comfort in the smell of his shirt and coat.

It was as if his heart stopped beating for a second the moment she clung to him. His arms are suddenly taking on a life of their own when they instinctively wrap around her and pull her closer before one of his hands comes up to caress the back of her head as she keeps sobbing, leaving wet traces of her tears in the crook of his neck.

They never embraced each other like this before. Freezing on the cold ground, Joel's knee that's buried deep in the snow to keep his balance steady for her starts getting numb. But he doesn't mind. He doesn't care. It's the warmth of her heart that's softly beating through her chest right against his as they keep hugging tightly, quietly, and affectionately. If it weren't for the howling of the wind, he could have sworn he heard it too.

This girl means everything to him. How did this happen? He has no idea. But he curses himself for all the time he made her life a living hell by constantly rejecting her charming, beamy, and at times, ridiculously goofy personality. She might be the best thing that has ever happened to him after Sarah, and all he has ever done till now was be an asshole. Now he's going to do better with her.

Carefully breaking the embrace, he cups her cheek again. "You don't ever need to feel like you have to talk to me about what happened there, okay? Just remember… if there's ever going to be a day when you feel like laying all this burden out on me, don't hesitate." He pays her a smile. A smile so warm and full of love it made her heart flutter.

She's devastated after all that happened, but this? This smile on his face? Smile that he never gave her before? Smile that says, 'You'll never be alone ever again.' She can't help but nod and crack a tiny smile too, wiping her tears with the sleeve of her jacket. "Okay." She sniffs, her voice trembling as she's doing her best not to cry anymore. She doesn't know how, but Joel is making her feel better. He wouldn't take away the horrors she's still replying in her mind over and over again, but it means a lot. She's never thought that one day this stranger of a man would be someone that she deeply cares about. Someone whose love would mean the world to her.

"Okay, kiddo. I don't want to spoil the emotional moment we have here, but… you're going to need to help your old man." He chuckles, trying to loosen up the tension by using humor—the one thing he knows always wins with Ellie. "I think my knee got stuck to the ground, and I also can't feel it anymore."

Ellie smiles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand before she reaches for his. "You're such a dumbass." She shakes her head and lets a few little giggles out, helping him on his feet.

Slapping the snow and filth off his jeans, he reaches behind him to grab something that appears to look like Ellie's backpack. "Here. I believe you have a few valuable things in this thing." He hands it to her, watching her eyes beam at the sight of her pack that she thought she'd never see again.

"You might be old and helpless sometimes, but you're not totally worthless." She jokes, grinning at him before she flings the pack over her shoulder.

"There she is." Joel chuckles and is head over heels for his baby girl's smile, which he thought he had lost too.

The end.

Author's note: This is not an actual attempt at a fic or a story that has a continuation. This is just a silly little one-shot I wrote for myself, and the nice people here helped me overcome my fear of oversharing my privacy, so I finally posted some of it. If anyone else already wrote fics based on this scene, just know that I got inspired by the scene itself, not by any of the stories related to it. Anyway, I hope it's not that terrible, and keep in mind that English is not my mother language. Typos are possible.

#my fic #ellie williams #ellie tlou #joel miller #joel tlou #ellie and joel #joellie #fluff #fanfiction #father & daughter #tlou #the last of us #tlou fic #the last of us fic #joel and ellie #ellie and joel fic #elliespuns writes

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drawn Together 11

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, spanking, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Take her to the room, son,” Sarah’s voice crackles like ice, “and don’t let her out until she’s earned it.”

“Yes, mother,” he answers as he squeezes you tighter.

“Don’t let her ruin this,” she turns on her heel and struts around, “this is a very nice home, I think the two of you would be very happy here. If she doesn’t spoil it all.”

“She won’t, ma, I promise. I can teach her–”

“You better,” she spins back to him and jabs her finger in the air, “when I return, I expect a warmer welcome than I’ve had today. Do you understand?”

“Mother, yes, I do,” Steve avows.

“I’m not talking.” She takes a step, “to.” Closer. “You”

You blink at her futilely. You can do nothing but murmur into Steve’s hand. She shakes her head, her disapproval ticking in her cheek. The shadows set angles on her face in a way that reminds you of her son.

“She will understand,” Sarah looks above you, “you will make sure, won’t you?”

“Yes,” Steve shudders against you, “I’ll show you out–”

“No, I can see to myself, do not delay. And do not be soft.”

She waggles her finger at you before she tilts her chin up and strides away promptly. You watch her take her purse from the console table as she approaches the banister. She pauses to glance at you again. 

“I will lock up so you do not need to worry,” she dips her head down in a dismissive nod, “goodbye, boo.”

“Bye, ma,” Steve chimes back, “love ya.”

“As I love you, my special boy.”

She descends without further pretense. Your heart blazes in horror as you writhe and kick down your feet. Steve huffs, you feel his chest heave, and drags you backward. You reach out, trying to catch the wall but he’s too strong. 

“Sweetheart, all you had to do was be good,” he sneers as he pulls you into the bedroom, “I really like you but ma, she’s got trust issues. She won’t give you another chance.”

He turns and kicks the door shut behind him. He marches you to the bed and tosses you forward. You stumble and land on your stomach against the mattress. You roll over as he clicks his tongue.

You sit up and watch him unlash his belt buckle. You whimper and push your knees together as you stretch your hands over the bedspread.

“Steve,” you squeak, “please, I’m sorry–”

“Shhh, no, that’s not yet,” he says as he pulls his belt free of the loops, “apologies are after. That way, I know you mean it.”

He nears as you cower away from him. You wince as he drops the belt beside you. You let out a quivery breath as he stands before you. He crisscrosses his fingers between each other and cracks his knuckles. Is he going to hit you?

You raise your hand in a measly defense and he grabs it, shoving it down.

“No, I wouldn��t– not your face,” he sniffs and unbuttons his sleeve, then the other.

He methodically rolls up the pressed white fabric, folding it just above his elbow. His forearms bulge beneath the layers of ink, tendons and veins standing out as he furls and unfurls his fingers. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, shaking out his hands.

He pivots slowly and sits beside you. You tremble as his touch crawls up your back. He pulls you close and puts his lips to the shell of your ear.

“Get on my lap,” he growls.

He eases you back to look you in the face. Your eyes glisten in shock. What is he going to do to you?

“Pardon?”

“Ah, first, remember, it’s sir. Say it.”

You gulp and quaver through the well brimming behind your eyes, “sir…”

“I gave you an order. You say ‘yes, sir’ and do as I tell you.”

You look him in the eye. You pout and reach for his hand, one last plea, “please–”

He snatches his hand away, “don’t make me tell you again.” He slaps his thigh, “on your stomach.”

You peek over at the door. You could never outrun him. Besides that, you tested your luck and the front door isn’t budging. As stupid as you are, you nailed the windows down and trapped yourself.

You move slowly, as if in a trance. Your limbs are dull and heavy as you awkwardly position yourself across his lap. You sniffle as he pushes you flat, running his hand along your back, following the curve, and over your ass. He lingers there, groping you as a ripple courses through him.

“This is how you have to learn. If you can’t listen, I have no choice. I don’t want to do this, sweetheart, but I have to.”

You drop your head down and hide it in the crook of your elbow. You bite down in anticipation. You know what he means to do. He lifts his hand and you hold your breath.

He lays down a smack so hard it stings. You squeal in surprise, ready for the strike but unprepared by the sheer force and the quick succession that follows. He doesn’t pause, doesn’t let up as he brings his hand down over and over, so fast you can’t even count.

You whine and whimper, raising your head as you bite back the pain. Your body wracks as you fight the swell of agony that radiates from his contact. You clutch the bedspread in your fist and dig your knees into the mattress.

“Ow, please, please, I’ll be good.”

He stops, keeping his hand on your ass. He waits silently. You shake, waiting. He snarls.

“I’ll be good, sir…” he drags his hand down your leg and back up, pushing up your skirt.

You wince and squeak again. He pushes the fabric above your waist and hooks his fingers in the ribboned trim of your underwear. He wrenches them down as you jolt. The cool air touches your hot ass, adding to the sear in the tortured flesh.

“You.” He brings his hand down without warning, “have,” another, “to.” Slap,” learn” crack, “your,” smack, “manners!”

“Ow, ow, ahh, please,” the tears spring out as each spank is harder than the last, “please, sir, I promise–”

“I have to go all the way,” he puffs as he reaches back with his other hand, “you made me do this, sweetheart. You did.” He pulls the belt off the mattress and the belt tinkles in foreboding, “you insulted my mother. I can’t allow it.”

“No, I didn’t–”

“Shhh,” he hushes you again as he lifts the belt, “be a good girl and be quiet. The louder you are, the more you’ll get.”

He folds the belt and holds it against your ass. You murmur and bring your hand back to bite into your knuckle. The leather rises and you sink your teeth in. He swings and strikes your ass. The belt’s lash razes your flesh and sends a vibrant bloom of pain up your back.

Tears spring as you try not to make a sound. As he hits you again, you can’t withhold the pathetic mewl that escapes your lip. Your face wets with the unyielding flow that comes from the pain scalding your skin. 

Your shoulders rise and fall as you try to measure your rampant breaths. You sob as he whips you furiously, the sharp lashes licking down your thighs. You can feel the welts lining your ass, burnt into the flesh by his rage. He keeps his free hand on your lower back as he carries on, over and over until your delirious with the pain.

You weep into your arm as your knuckles slip from your mouth, the teeth marks throbbing as you lay limps and defeated. Please, stop, stop, stop. You can’t take it.

It isn’t until his rough palm grazes your ass that you realise it has stopped. That you hear your own babbles, crying out your thoughts weakly as you shake uncontrollably. He rubs you gently and coos, “it’s over now, sweetheart. Shh, please, stop crying.”

You can’t stop. The tears leak out and the sobs coil around your ribs, squeezing out your grief. He pulls your panties back up, the fabric causing the heat to pulse in your ass. He fixes your skirt and moves you slowly.

You wince and moan as he lifts you off him and angles you onto your side, pulling you up to lay your head on the pillow. He bends over you, a shadow skewed in your haze as he touches your shoulder, “sweetheart, do you understand why that had to be done?”

You nod as your tears gush out and you cover your face.

“Tell me.”

“S-sir?”

“Tell me why?”

“B-because…” you gulp and hiccup from behind your hands, “because I have… to learn… my manners.”

“Mmm,” he thumbs as his thumb rubs your shoulder, “yes, and?”

“And?” You pull your hand down slightly and bat your lashes at him, “sir, I don’t… know.”

He gives a soft smile and bends over you, bringing his hand up to your chin, “you wore the wrong dress. I want you to remember that I didn’t punish you for that.” He trails his hand up to caress your cheek, “next time, I will.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead and reluctantly draws away. You watch him move around, taking the belt off the bed where he left it. You notice how he rubs it against the front of his pants, a bulge beneath the fabric. You hide once more and curl up tight, the fiery pain thrumming beneath your tailbone.

“I will give you time to think,” his footsteps cross to the door. You say nothing and wait for him to leave. You can do nothing else as you're paralysed by terror and torment.

#drawn together #drabble #steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #dark drabble #dark!drabble #au #tattoo au #series #mcu #marvel #captain america

[slptkns]

New Roommates

[Poly!Sleep Token x GN!Reader]

Summary: After your old roommate left, you were immediately greeted with four new ones, and the realization that your apartment is not big enough for five people.

A/N: Some suggestive themes at the end! Mostly just fluff.

Word Count: 1,270

A/N: Hi, it's me again, obsessing over some masked men. I saw @faithghoul (hope you don't mind the tag!) had some headcanons for like different powers the guys would have and I was struck with an idea of like mundane life mixed with those! I didn't go too in depth but i would love to if y'all are interested in my take on things!! Also, this is sorta a Part 2 of [this], but can read as a stand alone!

You groaned as you tried to make your way through your tiny flat. You just knew after your roommate moved out that you'd have enough room for yourself. You were mistaken. Horribly.

“Ves!” You yelled out once you finally reached the kitchen. “What the fuck? Don’t you guys have a place to stay?”

Vessel made his way towards you and you crossed your arms at him.

“You were practically begging for them the other night, and now you barely even want me here?”

You blink at him, before finally sighing and putting your hands up in defeat. “Look, you’re right. But, how the fuck am I supposed to watch TV?” You motioned towards the television, which was surrounded by II, III, and IV. “I mean, I love having you all here! But it’s-”

You’re cut off when III turns towards you and his eyes hit yours. He didn’t say anything, as usual. He didn’t have to speak, not aloud anyway. You look at Vessel and furrow your brows.

“He said if you want to watch TV they’ll move for you.” Vessel was grinning.

“But, what’s the condition?” You’re deadpan. Arms cross again. Vessel let out a loud laugh and II, III, and IV are all turned towards you now.

“Why does there have to be a condition?” Vessel cocks his head at you.

“What’s the condition?” You turn towards III. There is no answer. Not verbally. You, for a moment, were sure he wasn’t going to answer, period. Then you felt an intense brain fog. Your mind clouded, all outside noses were gone, until suddenly you heard his voice, “You have to sit in my lap.”

Your hand moved to your head immediately and you let out a soft groan as your eyes shut. A hand grabbed for you, Vessel’s. He steadied you and you looked back up at them. “I’m unsure I’ll ever get over that feeling…” You grumbled to yourself, “Okay. I need to sit in someone's lap after that.”

Vessel released you and you walked back into the living area. You grabbed up the remote for the TV and ushered the guys to the couch. You handed the remote to Vessel and settled yourself in III’s lap. His arms wrapped around you and his head rested on your shoulder.

“What do you want to watch?” Vessel questioned you.

“Whatever you can find,” You leaned back into III’s chest and closed your eyes, “My head hurts now, but I don’t mind sitting in here with you guys.”

III nuzzled into your neck and you heard him huff. And, for the first time in a while, he spoke to you out loud, “Sorry.”

His voice sounded strained and hoarse. It sent chills down your spine. You mumbled back an ‘it’s okay’ and nuzzled yourself back into him.

It wasn’t very hard for you to go to sleep once you got settled in. You knew there was some supernatural help with the resting, as Vessel had turned on some horror movie. No way you would have been able to go to sleep on your own to some loud screams.

You woke up the next morning in your own bed, cuddled up to a pillow and you sighed. Your eyes looked around the room and there were no signs of anyone else in there. You pouted and stood up. You walked towards your bedroom door and began to exit your room. As you were rubbing your eyes, and walking from the room, you bumped into something. Or someone rather.

A scream rips from your mouth and you jump back. Your deep sleep had you forgetting your apartment wasn’t really only yours anymore, you hadn’t expected to bump into someone while leaving your room.

Once your eyes opened all the way and you saw it was only II, you sighed. His hands were up, his eyes were wide, and he looked at you in confusion. You grabbed your chest and sighed out. “I thought you were- I’m so sorry-”

II shakes his head at you, hinting that there was no need to apologize. You nodded back at him and noticed something was in his hand. You cocked your head and motioned towards his closed fist.

“What’s that?” You had an idea it was for you, as II loved bringing you things that reminded him of you. At least that’s what Vessel had told you.

He lit up when you asked about it and was quick to show you what was in his hand. His arm outstretched towards you and his fist faced upwards. He opened his fist to reveal a gold chain, a bracelet by the looks of it.

“II!” You gently grabbed the bracelet from his palm and you could see him light up even more. “I love it!”

You pulled him into a quick hug and placed a kiss on his mask, before pulling away and asking for help to put it on.

“You don’t want to know where it came from?” A voice came from your kitchen.

II, helping you put the bracelet on, did not seem phased by the question. You, however, very much did care that the question was asked. You looked over towards Vessel as he exited your kitchen, your cat in tow.

“One,” You put up your finger, “Why is he letting you hold him? And two,” You put up another finger, “I’ve learned to not ask. It’s better that way.”

Vessel’s head rolled back and he let out a soft laugh, “I see. You’re learning… And your cat loves us. I’m unsure how he acts when he’s around you,” -since he was never around you when they were around- “but he does seem very fond of us.”

You turned your nose up to him, “My cat loves me just as much as he loves you!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“That would be you,” you gave him zero expression. You could see II tense as you and Vessel begin to bicker and you froze. “Sorry, I’m not mad!” You reassure II, “Just- Just messing around.”

“He said don’t do that.” It’s Vessel’s turn to give you zero expression.

You looked over at II and he shook his head. You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend and nodded. “Okay, sure, if II said that I would never mess around ever again.” You rolled your eyes at Vessel.

He tensed immediately at the defiance, “But not if I said it?”

“II is so lovely, Ves, and I feel like-”

“And we aren’t?” He was quick to come to his and the other’s defense.

You couldn’t help but smile, “Ves, I’m just messing around! Of course you’re all lovely. But you don’t bring me presents like II does.”

“Oh, it’s the presents.”

You couldn’t see it, but you knew II was smiling under his mask. You gently nudge II with your elbow. “Yeah, we have a special bond, he gets me.”

“He doesn’t eat-”

“Okay!” You let out a loud yelp, “That’s enough of that! I’m done messing around! Don’t you, like, have… business you need to tend to or something?”

“I think we all have business that needs tending to.” He took a step forward, a shit eating grin on his face. Your eyes widened as you saw III and IV stood up from the couch and II was bright eyed beside you.

“I said I was done messing around!” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “I just woke up, damn!”

You weren’t sure what was being said between the four of them, but you were sure you were about to find out.

#sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token vessel #vessel #vessel iii #vessel iv #vessel ii #vessel x reader

[fallenwhumpee]

A dear mutual showed me • this • a while ago, so here I go. I hope you like it ( sorry for taking this long and writing short)

"Just do as they say."

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Forced to hurt, electrocution, superpower whump, intimate whumper, drugging.

Leader looked up, struggling to focus, but Teammate knew they understood what this was about partly.

Teammate gulped.

"Just do as they say," Leader's voice came, weak. Whumper slapped them to shut them up. Leader swayed, and Whumper's hold on their collar was the only thing keeping them up.

They wouldn't be in this situation if Teammate was more careful. If Teammate had been better. Their had no control over their power, despite Leader trying to help them.

They would either fry Leader or just cause a light itch.

If Leader had been conscious enough, they could break free. Leader's telekinesis could get them out. There was no way to block it if not for the drugs kept them apart from reality.

Or think of a way out.

Teammate couldn't do that. They couldn't even stay calm, couldn't assure Leader that it was going yo be okay. Couldn't do even a bit of what Leader had done in the last few hours.

"What are you staring at? Do it, or I will decide on another experiment. One I will enjoy even more~" Whumper chirped.

Teammate had a feeling they would do it anyway.

"Are you waiting for me to stop their heart?! Do it already. I will leave you alone for the day. Isn't that what you want?"

Leader's eyes met Teammate's, a silent plea for trust and understanding. Teammate knew that Leader believed in them, even when they couldn't believe in themselves.

With a shaky breath, Teammate desperately focused on their own powers. A swirling vortex of electricity began to crackle around their fingers, the raw energy of their abilities sizzling in the air. They had to time this just right to ensure that Leader's heart would stop temporarily, but not permanently.

They had never thought they would think something like that.

Teammate sent a controlled surge of electricity towards Leader. The jolt hit Leader's chest, and for an agonizing second, everything seemed to stand still. Leader's eyes widened in pain, and their body went limp in Whumper's grasp.

Teammate's heart was in their throat, but they couldn't let fear paralyze them. They forced their powers to work once more, sending another surge into Leader's body. This time, it was to restart the heart that had briefly stopped.

Leader gasped for breath as their heart jolted back to life. Teammate's hands shook as they gasped with the horror of what they had just done.

Whumper, seemingly satisfied with the cruel experiment, stepped back, dropping Leader.

Leader breathed as they rose on their arms, trembling. Teammate rushed over them, helping them to lean back to the wall. Leader patted their shoulder before letting their head fall to Teammate's shoulder.

Their rescue was late but fast. Despite the chaos and the frantic voices of the others, their only focus being Leader. After everything, Leader told over and over again that it wasn't Teammate's fault, but Teammate just couldn't not notice the way Leader's writing got worse. The way Leader hid their hands every once in a while, the way they dressed thick even if it was warm, the way they winced sometimes with no reason.

And when Teammate came for a confrontation, with their heart bleeding to be told it was all their fault and broke into tears as they yelled, Leader held them with the kindness they didn't deserve, striking their hair with a trembling hand and asking for Teammate's forgiveness for forcing Teammate to do such thing with a soft whisper.

#whump #whump writing #electrocution #superpower whump #intimate whumper #tw drugging #leader whumpee #leader whump #well im in mood for fluff now and avoiding studying with writing #...if one could call this fluff

[reds-skull]

Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

This one was really difficult for me, had to cut out a whole page and restart at one point, still not 100% happy with it. Gonna go start the next one to see what needs to be fixed.

Ghost was in Limbo, the vast emptiness feeling… off. He couldn’t see a single unfortunate soul, the void a vacuum, taking away his breath. It was… quiet.

He takes a step forward, and the splashing at his feet attracts his attention.

Despite how Limbo is quite literally nothing, Ghost always compared it in his mind to an ocean, vast and unrelenting, hiding horrors underneath its surface.

Limbo’s ocean is made of blood now.

He continues walking, with no end and no beginning. The air warms slowly, a low light emanating in the distance.

“Ghost?” a voice whispers to him. Something bright ignites in his chest, and he quickens his pace.

A silhouette covers the light, a man, several holes shining through his torso.

“Ghost?” it calls to him again, Ghost now recognizing the words are coming from the man.

Blue eyes, candle-light fingers, soft smile. A fire to warm his freezing being.

Ghost looks down.

Broken body, missing limbs, oozing wounds, blood, blood, blood-

“Ghost!” 

He shoots up, breathing heavily. Ghost looks around, his hands wrapped around another’s. Flames lick his fingers. Johnny.

He lets go of the Sergeant’s hands, and shifts backwards until his back hits the wall.

Soap takes a step back, “sorry, thought ye had a nightmare…”

Ghost takes a deep breath, the first since he woke up, “I was.”

He blinks rapidly to try and focus on the digital clock in the room. They slept for barely 2 hours before Ghost’s mind decided to torment him.

“Did I wake you up?”

Johnny exhales and runs a hand through his messy hair, “no uh… thought something grabbed my- never mind that” He looks back at Ghost, with more concern than he knows what to do with, “ye wanna… talk about it?”

“No.” 

“Aye, I figured…”

Soap lifts the blanket Ghost didn’t realize he kicked off in his sleep and places it back on the bed, slowly smoothing the creases. Johnny’s warmth is still present after he returns to his own bed. Ghost gathers the fabric close to his heart.

He holds tight onto it until the blanket cools completely.

The next day brings with it a mountain of work, preparations for the capture of El Sin Nombre. Laswell and the Vaqueros are working on finding an opening to catch him alone.

Sin Nombre’s gang is home to many revenants, including himself. They rather not face them all at the same time.

As it were, they need to be prepared for anything. It’s all hands on deck for this one, the entire 141, which is composed of the strongest revenants in the British army, the Los Vaqueros, with immense experience fighting against El Sin Nombre, and Shadow Company, bringing in tech Ghost have never even heard of.

After a few days, they find a lead - one of Sin Nombre’s Lugarteniente has a son, whose hosting a birthday party in 10 days. The party will be a meeting place for El Sin Nombre and one of his clients. The soldiers will split into two teams: Bravo will create a distraction at the party, making El Sin Nombre flee, and Romeo will catch the man before he reaches transport.

It’s far from perfect, about a million things could go wrong, and it hinges on the fact that none of El Sin Nombre’s gang members have abilities that surpass theirs. But it’s the best they got.

Just gotta live with the shit hand they were dealt.

Alejandro is especially fiery today, shouting commands for his soldiers to clear one of the training grounds for them.

Both him and the Captain agreed it would be best for the teams to train together using their powers in preparation for the mission. Ghost couldn’t agree more - last thing they need is confusion on field.

He watches the soldiers clear the grounds, waiting rigidly at the sidelines. He notices Garrick staring at him from above.

The Sergeant was extremely surprised when informed of the newest revelation on Limbo. Ghost could see how hard it was for him to hold his tongue and not ask questions.

He himself has many, the majority of them boil down to ‘how will visiting Limbo affect Soap?’. For now, it appears as though nothing changed, Ghost keeping a close eye on the Scot.

He used to be worried when the Sergeant was sleeping underneath him, far from his sight, where inky hands could drag him away and he’ll be oblivious.

He worries less every morning Johnny greets him with a grin.

They’re watching Rodolfo freeze the entire field in a blink of an eye, creating ice sheets from sheer air, when Soap jumps next to him shrieking, “fuckin’ hell LT! The fuck’s that?!”.

Ghost looks at what his Sergeant is pointing at, and watches the inky hands grasp at his shoes. He automatically stomps them before stopping.

“You can see them?” his eyes widen.

Soap huffs, “clearly, sir. Gave me a hell of a scare.”

Price looks over to them, “what’s the matter between you two?”

Ghost takes a step back, “no… that’s not fuckin’ possible.”

“Simon.” Price frowns, talking to him privately using his powers.

Ghost locks eyes with him, “Limbo changed him.”

“... Ghost?” Johnny looks at him concernedly.

Price calms him, “he’s not hurt. Even if he’s… different now. Don’t panic.”

Ghost sighs, filing his concern for a later point. “Eyes up, Sergeant, learn from the others.”

Soap obviously catches his attempt to deflect, but obeys regardless, “aye sir.”

Alejandro certainly knows how to put on a good show. When a firing squad stepped up and lined their guns at him, Soap and Gaz quietly stiffened. Price was calm, bastard already knew what will happen. And as for himself, well, he had a sort of morbid curiosity.

Alejandro commands them, “FIRE!”

A hail of bullets slices through the air, their destination Alejandro’s body. They miss their mark, however, and pass through him as if he’s made of air.

Alejandro rushed ahead and swiftly disarms his soldiers. Rodolfo chuckles next to Gaz, “show off.” he smiles fondly.

Garrick turns to ask him, “how did he die to get that power?”

The Vaquero dims, “got captured and locked in a cell.” Rodolfo clears his throat, “won’t happen a second time, that’s for certain.”

None of them will die again from what killed them once, their Reapers made sure of it.

“Alright Kyle”, Price pats Gaz’s shoulder, “showtime”.

Garrick groans, “how on earth am I supposed to top that…”

When it comes to Soap’s turn, Graves and a couple of his Shadows join the spectators. Ghost mentally sighs, and hopes the American will keep his mouth shut for once. 

“Who’s about to go now?” Graves asks Price. There goes his hope.

“Sergeant MacTavish.”

Graves laughs, “heard he was just on defusal teams for years. What’s he gonna do, show how immune he is to black powder?”

Ghost glares at the tosser, but doesn’t say a word. Johnny has enough power to surpass the American’s biggest guns, he’s sure of it.

Soap has asked Alejandro for a defunct tank from their training grounds. The sight of Gaz literally carrying it on one hand was quite amusing.

His Sergeant searches the crowd, until their eyes meet, and he gives him a small smile.

The explosion following not a minute later is so powerful it shakes the earth, making a few soldiers stumble. Ghost turns to examine Graves’ reaction, smug and proud of Johnny.

Graves looks impressed, but there’s a shred of something that unsettles Ghost. 

The American’s eyes are wide with hunger.

The Vaqueros around him cheer and laugh, but he’s far too occupied with the emotions passing over Graves’ features.

They left him for last, and now he stands alone in the field, the wind teasing his clothes.

Price gives him the go ahead, and he blinks.

Limbo bursts out of him in a wave, slowly taking over the rest of the world.

The residents of Limbo walk towards him, lift their arms to the light wisps that circle him. They’re calm today, Ghost muses.

His victims always chase his light, trying to steal it for themselves, as if that will bring them any solace.

He’s about to return to earth, when they all snap their head to one direction.

The dark, inky figures stare at whatever attracted their attention before howling and running at it, away from Ghost.

He rapidly severs Limbo from the real world.

He wonders what the fuck they were after as he blinks away the inky realm. The ground under his feet is painted black, and several footprint trails go away from him…

Straight at Soap, who backed away and barely avoided the dark earth.

“No one ever went into Limbo and left alive…” He thinks of what he told Soap yesterday.

It appears that Limbo isn’t happy that one fated victim escaped it…

Johnny won’t survive a second visit, Ghost realizes then. What happened that day cannot repeat itself.

They got lucky once. It won’t happen again.

He hurriedly walks back to base, ignoring the others attempts at calling him back. 

Show’s over.

He wonders about for a while, after Price orders him to clear his head.

Easy to fucking say, for a telepath. He thinks of what his Reaper said, not for the first time today. If Soap is supposed to bring his demise… why does it seem like Ghost is destroying him?

Ghost’s heart sours. Could his Reaper been wrong?

He almost runs into a man while lost in grim thoughts. The soldier tells him, “easy, hermano. All good?” and Ghost recognizes him as Rodolfo.

He stops and nods slowly. “You seem to have a lot on your mind, Fantasma” Rodolfo looks him over, “care to share?”

No, Ghost thinks. But the genuine look in Rodolfo’s eyes makes him consider. With the amount of revenants in Las Almas, perhaps the man knows of a case like his.

Ghost inhales, “you’ve seen what happened in training today.”

The Vaquero nods. “Something changed… in Soap.” Ghost crosses his arms. “My powers affected him somehow. Do you know if that happened to anyone else before?”

Rodolfo lets out a breath, “can’t say I do…”

Of course, why would he have something useful-

“But I could ask my Reaper.”

Ghost raises his eyebrows, before realizing the motion is hidden, “you can summon it?”

Rodolfo chuckles, “mine is a little more… chatty? Than most.”

“I’d… appreciate it.” He murmurs.

The Sergeant Major smiles, “was wanting to make it up to you, since what I’ve said in the car. I truly didn’t mean to offend you, hermano.”

Ghost tilts his head. Why would he care? “Water under the bridge, Rodolfo.”

“Call me Rudy”.

They both walk to mess when they pass by some Shadows training, running in almost unnerving synchronization.

“Something’s off about the gringos…” Rudy glances at them.

Now that he’s been thinking about it, Ghost hasn’t talked to a single one of them, beside their commander. They act more like robots than humans.

The group continues running, kicking up dust.

The two of them continue on their path.

Rudy excuses himself after they finish eating, telling Ghost he’s going to talk to his Reaper.

Soap takes the sit next to him and stares at him for a moment before talking, “something’s wrong, isn’t it? With Limbo.”

Ghost looks around to check no one is paying attention to their conversation and leans in, “it’s not Limbo, Johnny. It’s you.”

He continues, “I don’t know what yet, but I swear to you, Soap, I will fix it.”

Guilt weighs heavy on him and his Sergeant’s gaze heavier. The Scot lifts a hand, and hesitates before patting Ghost’s bicep. The contact burns through his clothes.

“I trust you.” He smiles beautifully.

Why, Ghost wants to ask. But he’s too enchanted by those blue eyes to voice his confusion.

The burn moves across his chest, as Soap gets up and sprints into Gaz, making him stumble and hover precariously mere inches above the floor.

Sometimes he worries his heart might be malfunctioning near Johnny.

Soap is changing >_> for the better or for worse?

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod ghost #cod soap #cod gaz #cod price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #phillip graves #revenant au #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #cod fic #cod fanfic #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #originally something more weird happened in Limbo #but I decided to push it back story wise #i added the last scene with soap bc i thought 'damn i didnt have them talk alone for the whole chapter' #Completely forgetting the entire start

[ohtobeleah]

Single dad fanboy is in desperate need of help because bubs is sick, and so he calls Hyde for help and Hyde shows up with all the necessities, and after bubs finally settle they may or may not finally have their first kiss

It’s like the one Friday night you have off in months and you decide to spend it in, eating pizza, watching whatever new true crime documentary has come out on Netflix’s.

But when Mickey is calling, his caller ID illuminates your phone screen beside you, it’s hard to even hear the TV over his panicked voice.

“What’s—?” You don’t even get to ask.

“Logan’s sick! He’s got a fever that won’t break and he’s screaming and I can’t get him to settle and he can’t tell me what’s wrong because he can’t fucking talk and I don’t know what I’m doing and—“ It’s very clear to you that Mickey is in the middle of a full fledged panic attack because he thinks he’s not good enough to take care of his son.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll be over.” You only lives a few blocks away. And so that’s exactly what you do, you don’t even bother getting changed out of your pyjamas, and you take the pizza with you because you know Mickey probably hasn’t eaten tonight.

“Shhhh—“ It’s the sight of you nursing the little boy with curly hair just like his dads to sleep that really does it for Mickey. He’s standing in the doorway of his sons bedroom watching you walk around gently rocking the small human to sleep. “Much better isn’t it?” You hum to yourself as you tap his back and wait for him to settle to a point where you can pop him down in his crib. “Dad just got a little scared didn’t he? Yeah—but we’re okay, just getting some teeth.”

Mickey watches you with love filled eyes, he’s been trying so hard to refrain from falling for you because he’s so sure he’ll end up alone again. But he can feel himself walking closer and closer to where you’re standing before he knows what his body is really doing.

“Should be alright now.” You whisper. “You’re a good dad Mickey, he’s just fi—“ before you can finish your sentence Mickeys lips are pressed softly against yours. It takes you by surprise but soon enough you learn into the kiss that doesn’t take long to heat up.

Mickeys hands cups your cheeks gently as he begs for more, wondering if you’ll let him explore your mouth as much as he wants you to explore his. Your tongues dance like they were made for one another, soft moans and gently whispers fill the nursery until your back hits the wall and Mickey sees a flash of his dead bloodied wife.

She’s in the car, looking at him with dead eyes. So Mickey pulls away from you with a frightened look of disgust and horror.

“What’s wro—“ You don’t get to finish asking the question as you wipe your mouth on the back of your sleeve.

“You need to leave.” Mickey hissed as he runs his hands through his hair. “Now.” He pivots on his heels and heads back to where his son is sleeping, the sim who isn’t yours, the son who’s mother he killed. “Leave Hyde!”

Mickey can’t do this, he can’t love you.

You can feel the tears welling in your eyes and the burning in your chest, but you do what Mickey says and you hightail it out of his home. You don’t look back and you certainly don’t let him see you break down in your car. To the point where you can barley see what’s in front of you as you drive.

#single!dad fanboy

[estrophore]

Signalis Post (barely coherent thought vomit)

So I finished signalis on Monday and i think ive just about recovered enough for me to make a gush post about it on tumblr dot com, which i think i have to do cause i dont think any other game has really hit me as hard as this one. Spoilers obvs.

Being pre-transion, with that associated depression and closing off from oneself, ive always found it difficult to get out my feelings, even in private with just myself, and yet signalis has filled me throughout with its beautiful romantic melancholy and left me genuinely sobbing for the gay robot and her space girlfriend (almost worried that if id played this game on estrogen it might actually have just killed me on the spot). the only other times i can think of where i really cried were playing We Know The Devil near the beginning of the year, which really fkin hit the part of me that struggles to accept myself, and that time i rewatched the last episode of she-ra after reading the ‘Word War Etheria’ fanfic, which brings the characters so much more to life i fell for them all over again.

Signalis is a game that calls back to a lot of classic horror like resident evil and silent hill, which i havent got round to playing any of yet, but i think nostalgia works both ways sometimes and i’ll be playing them sooner now. sometimes horror gets stereotyped as all death and violence, some games fill themselves with skulls and corpses, and big ugly monsters and basically shout ‘DEATH!’ in your face repeatedly and it all just comes off as a bit garish and ridiculous and not actually very scary really. Signalis sits at the other end of that scale (with some of my other fav horror games like soma, cry of fear) where its environs are most usually just… quiet. Still. Muffled. Sad. just as often as theres tension or creeping fear because of this i find theres a strange kind of comfort too. Maybe its just that in most other genres of games theres so much of music, UI elements, pickups and interactibles with vibrant design. Here, theres room for your mind to just occupy the space. A soft fog. A dimly lit room. An empty train. Snow out a window. Liminal spaces that dont expect anything from you.

Signalis is a game thats just simply, unapologetically gay, and i dont think i would have been quite so invested in Elster and Ariane’s relationship if they were a straight couple. Its why representation is important, if art’s way for us to explore our emotions then its important to have media that we can relate to. Even Adler’s role isnt typically masculine. Our replika characters are manufactured, designed for certain roles in the base. Notes from the tough Stars and Storchs in the shooting range, the dollish Eules with the fairy lights and music player in the dorm. I couldnt help but think of groups of Eules sat around chatting, together, and im yearning for that feeling of togetherness, of understanding a friend that closely. I somehow missed the couple in the mineshaft (next playthough, ill find you v_v ). Despite the harshness of life in the Eusan nation (especially for the gestalts) the characters in it are defined by their feelings of belonging and hope. With the obvious parallels to east germany, i think of posters of cosmonauts and space travel from the time. Propaganda, sure but also made with the genuine belief in something greater. When the events of the game take this away, well, we find the last Kolibri, whod rather lose herself than lose her [ah. Im not sure theres a word here to properly describe the relationship they embody]. Its a game defined by loneliness.

We dont lie up at night scared by some corrupted android. We arent stuck with horror at the flesh everywhere, not on its own. We lie awake thinking about Elster and Ariane’s love for each other, the horror of their decline, the futility of trying to hold on forever. Its existential horror done perfectly. It shows an ending postponed and stretched far beyond its limits, and so squarely reminds you that you do, in fact, have to die one day. You’ll break down. One day you’ll say your last words to the people you love and you wont even know you have. Ariane’s final few diaries arrive with the full force of the narrative behind it, like a spear through my heart. For the record, I got the promise ending. Im still sad. It's a game about raging desperately against an unfair ending. I might think about this game for the rest of my life. I would sincerely say its an artistic masterpiece, by the sure definition of video games as art.

I like that the story leaves a lot open and abstract. I think it makes the emotional themes takes centre stage more. And i havent had nearly enough time to sift through it and come up with my own takes, we’ll need a few more playthroughs for that. And theres so much more to say that cant go in just these few paragraphs! Signalis is a game about two girls who had to run away from everything to find someone they belonged with. The universe may be cold and bleak, but you have to try, you might just find something beautiful, even if it doesnt last forever. I think if anything, we should all have the chance to find love and happiness like that, and we shouldnt have abandon a world that doesnt work for us to do it.

#signalis #lgbt #lesbian #long ass emotional ramble post #fuck im nearly crying again #horror #liminal #signalis spoilers #elster #ariane yeong

[russosafehaven]

I’m Here For You

Series Title: I’m Here For You

Chapter Title: Part One - Nightmares In Morning

Song: Family Line - Conan Grey

Pairing: Familial Frank Castle x Teen!Reader

Content: PTSD, Nightmares, Soft!Frank, Teen!Reader, The Three F’s (Father Figure Frank), powered!reader

A series of drabbles with father figure Frank healing alongside a teenage runaway with PTSD. Set around the start of season 2 when they’re at Madani’s apartment

POV: Second

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Shooting up out of the bed you had almost hit your head on the frame. Amy was still sound asleep next to you. Reluctantly you had agreed to share the bed with her as she insisted and so had Frank. Despite protests that you could sleep on the floor just fine they both seemed firm in their position.

Carefully crawling out of bed you tiptoed out of the room. Making sure Amy didn’t wake up. You stalked through Madani’s apartment like a cat, light and quick on your feet. It reminds you of your days of stealing to survive. Except now you’re in a place of luxury. Upon reaching the kitchen you grab a glass and fill it with ice cold water. Taking a sip you let it rush down your throat. Feeling it all the way to your chest.

“What are you doing up kid?”

You whip around unintentionally sending a blast of energy at the person. They block it with their arm but it still leaves a nasty mark. Upon realising it was Frank, the man who had found you on the verge of death you hastily apologise.

“No need to be sorry, I shouldnta scared you”

Heavy footsteps made their way to your side and Frank took the glass from your hands. He just have noticed that you’d been shaking uncontrollably.

“What was it this time?”

You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes as you remembered the horrors. Without having no time to reach Frank pulled you into his arms. Rubbing your back gently in a comforting nature. It surprised you that he was still so gentle and fatherly after what he’s been through.

“It’s okay, cry it out”

Cry you did, leaning into his touch. You’d only known Frank for just over a year. He’d found you just before he left New York. You were on the streets cold and alone. Once you had been separated by your friends you couldn’t survive. It was harder alone than in a group. Frank had seen you and taken pity, so he took you under his wings. You’d travelled through states together and become more like family than you had expected. He had found himself fond of you something he hadn’t expected. Due to the life he lived he didn’t think he would ever get attached to a kid again, yet here you were.

“I miss them so much… I miss all of them, Karolina, Nico, Molly, Gert, Alex and Chase. Fuck it hurts so much… why’d I have to get separated from them? Dad it hurts missing them. Every single night I wake up and I think I’m back with them but I’m not…”

In your emotional state you hadn’t even realised you called him ‘Dad’. Not until you watched as the violent vigilante froze up. Rigid and unmoving, his once comforting firm grip become stiff.

“Frank…? Fuck I’m sorry I didn’t mean to it just slipped out and fuck I’m sorry”

You pulled out of his grasp and ran out of the kitchen. In a haste you looked around for your shoes pulling them on and grabbing your bag. As you made you way to the door Frank had grabbed your shoulder.

“Hey, none of that, you ain’t running away again. Sure it’s been a rough ride for both of us but if you see me as your dad that is the highest fucking honour alright kid? I ain’t got to be a dad since they died and it hurt like hell, but you’ve changed a lot of that”

He pulled you back into his chest, taking your bag and dropping it the floor. Frank walked you over to the couch where he was sleeping and dropped you down on it. As he pulled a blanket over you he joined you, cuddling you like a mama dog and her puppies.

“Just rest kid, you’re safe here. I ain’t leaving you”

#frank castle x gender neutral reader #frank castle x reader #frank castle x y/n #frank castle #frank. castle comfort #frank castle fluff #frank castle comfort #the punisher imagine #the punisher

[you-opened-my-case]

Child Reader Goes to the Factory

Reader is twelve or thirteen in this. Reader’s parent is also gen neutral, but reader refers to them as both ‘mom’ and ‘dad’. Parent feels really empty and overly formal.

- Today was supposed to be Take Your Child to Work Day, but after last year when you accidentally walked in on the other night guard putting on a bloodstained bunny costume, you decided to opt out.

- After your dad left for work, you decide to explore their room. You find an unopened package with a tape and a letter inside.

- You knew that your mom worked there (Mostly because they complained about how they got fired a week in because they missed a day), but not much beyond that. You glance at the well-loved Playtime Co. toys sitting on your dresser. You’re always down for some adventure, and maybe you can finally get a Poppy doll to complete your collection...

- By the time you get to the factory, your legs are burning and you don’t want to look at another bike for a year. You force your way inside the building and immediately take note of the blood everywhere.

“...This is gonna be that damned pizzeria all over again, isn’t it?”

 - Deciding to keep a look out for potential murderers, you grab a too big grabpack, enter the main building, and see...

Huggy Wuggy

- You run up to Huggy and give him the biggest hug you can- manage.

- Holy crap, he’s just as soft as your own Huggy! Oh, and you remember when yours was still this blue. You want nothing more than to hug him for the rest of the night!

- But alas, you came here for a reason, so you let go of Huggy so you can go fix the power.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, partially as a joke. “Don’t go anywhere.”

- Of course, you freak out when you realize he’s gone.

- Throughout the night, you keep seeing glimpses of Huggy. On the one hand, it reminds you of when you were little and pretended to hide from your toys in Hide and Seek. On the other, you’ve seen enough horror movies with your friends to know that you’re probably going to die tonight.

- The chase eventually ensues and you jump into the vents like there’s no tomorrow. You almost take a few wrong turns but you manage to get away from Huggy. You see a large crate sitting above you and try to hit it with your grabpack.

- You miss by a mile, and Huggy slams through the vent door and races towards you. You scream as he grabs you, but you calm down when you realize you’re still alive.

- Once you’re calm, you look down and see a series of catwalks. You ask Huggy if he wants to come with you, but he points back at the vents. You’re unsure if he’s telling you to leave or that he can’t come with you.

- You do eventually get what he’s trying to say and promise to come back for him. But in the meantime, you ask him not to kill oh god has he been killing people or just roughing them up so they’ll leave hurt anyone who comes into the building, just in case your dad comes, too.

- After Huggy leaves, you find a door with a giant Poppy flower painted over it. The warnings around it worry you, but you didn’t come so far just to give up now.

- Eventually, you find a glass case, and inside of it is...

Poppy Playtime

- When Poppy first sees you, she’s confused. The factory has been closed for years, so what’s a kid doing here?

- Originally, she had planned for whoever came back to help her stop The Prototype, but now she wants to get you out of here before you get yourself killed.

- At some point, she hears you say that you’ve always wanted a Poppy doll. She’s worried that you’re going to take her home and treat her like a normal toy. When you find out, you wholeheartedly assure her that you think she’s just as much a person as you are.

“Yeah, it’d be nice to have a Poppy doll to complete the gang, but that’s not what you are. You’re my friend, and you’re just as real as me or my dad.”

- And just like that, you’ve become Poppy’s favorite person. You were already in her top five for freeing her, but you just became number one.

- She tells you about all of the reject toys and you both laugh over some of the silly things she’s seen Huggy do.

- Simply put, she’s your buddy, and you promise yourself that you’re not leaving without her. You’re still not sure how you’ll explain her and Huggy to your mom, but your sure you’ll come up with something.

- And when Poppy is snatched up, you jump into the pit after her without a second thought...

#poppy playtime #platonic poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime x reader #huggy wuggy #poppy the doll #i was gonna add mommy but it felt weird to have just her and not the other game station toys but i didn't want to post something that long #so they'll get their own post #i just realized that i did reader's pov for huggy instead of his own pov #fuck #i might do a short third one that's exclusive to huggy

[sluttyminghao]

kinktober drabble five

pairing: vampire!junhui x human!afab!reader w.c.: 1.8k rating: 18+, smut warnings: sexy vampire jun, blood mentions and u know... he's a vampire so he gonna suck u blood, edging/orgasm denial, they semi-fuck in a cemetery, spooky mentions ig? a/n: I hope u enjoy the next instalment for kinktober! feedback is always appreciated <3

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The town of Crasmere had always been known for good food, great wine, and rumours of vampires. Growing up, there were only three rules within the town; the first rule was to always pay respects to your elders. The second rule was to make sure that everyone was inside by 8 pm every night. The third and final rule was to never, under any circumstances, visit the cemetery on the north side of Crasmere.

Since you were young, you had always been curious about the cemetery no one was allowed to visit. No matter how much research you tried to conduct, no matter how many people you tried to talk to about it, no one could give you a straight answer or just instantly turn pale and walk away from you.

It took everything in you to not enter the cemetery, despite the gates always being open and the gardens looking lush and well looked after. You stood outside the cemetery for a few hours one day, in an attempt to figure out what was so dangerous about it. Sure, you got some odd looks and some even scoffed at you, but you figured that if anyone was going to step foot in the cemetery and work out what was wrong with it, it would be you.

Sitting back in your apartment later, you try to build up the courage to walk back out into the inky depths of the night and into the cemetery. Your heart is racing at the mere thought of what you might find out there, and if you were completely honest, you kind of wanted to see if the vampire rumours were true.

You pack a small bag with essentials; a torch, some snacks, a water bottle, and a blanket just in case you got cold. A long sigh leaves your lips as you once more contemplate breaking the rules and going outside after curfew, but younger you would want you to do this. Standing from your bed, you carefully make your way outside and hope that you won’t get caught.

It’s eerily quiet once you start walking towards the cemetery, only hearing the soft rustle of the leaves on the trees and the occasional bat flying over your head softly. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself as you near the cemetery, and you feel your heart beginning to pound against your ribcage.

The black wire gates of the cemetery are extremely daunting as you stand in front of them, the spikes on the top of them glinting menacingly under the dim moonlight. It almost feels like you’re in a horror movie, and that scary music should be beginning to play softly any minute now. The thought alone has shivers cascading down your spine.

Shaking off the feeling, you push the gates open and step inside, suddenly feeling small and out of place. You take small steps inside, eyes darting from gravestone to gravestone. You’re too distracted to take notice of any of the engravings, but your eyes are drawn to a small hill with a tiny gravestone, surrounded by bunches of flowers about 100 steps away from where you stood.

You make your way towards the gravestone, eyes narrowing on it when you suddenly feel a cold wind brush past your left side. You gasp and stop briefly, attempting to locate the source of the sudden temperature change, but to no avail. You continue walking, only to feel the same cold breeze hit your right side moments later.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Your voice comes out shakier than you had hoped, and you tuck your hands into your pant pockets, hoping for some warmth to return to your body. When you don’t get a response, you continue your walk through the cemetery, albeit much slower than previously.

“You shouldn't be here, you know,” a voice startles you and you stop dead in your tracks once again. You swivel around on your heels and feel your blood run cold when you see a tall man standing a couple of feet away from you. You couldn't quite get a good look at his face, but the glint of his fangs in the moonlight had your eyes widening and you begin to slowly step backward, attempting to get away from the stranger.

“Who are you?” You question, hands turning into fists in your jacket pockets. The man moves forward and manages to grab your elbow, and your pulse quickens. You try to shake him off, but he just grips tighter and walks you over to a bench not far from where he had initially startled you. 

He sits down and encourages you to sit, but you hesitate. Why is this stranger wanting you to sit with him? Is he a vampire? There are so many questions flooding your mind and the man in front of you clears his throat so that your attention is brought back to him.

“Come sit with me, please? I haven't talked to anyone in so long,” he sighs, and somewhere inside of you, you feel bad. You sit beside him, still keeping your distance, however, while you see him visibly relax and turn to face you. 

He’s attractive, that much you can confirm. His dark hair is falling across his forehead, and he’s dressed casually enough, but the almost knee-high boots and long black coat give you enough suspicion that he’s not exactly from around here. He also had a black beret perched atop his hair, giving him a kind of elegant aura that was beginning to draw you in.

“So what’s your name?” You blurt out, surprising the both of you before he’s laughing and slinging an arm over your shoulders. He composes himself and informs you his name is Junhui, he’s 26 and has lived in this town his whole life. You’re stunned upon hearing this information, but then again, if he was a vampire like you suspected, he would be keeping to himself most of the time anyway.

You make small talk for a while, but there was still a small cloud of doubt and worry hanging in your mind that you couldn’t shake off until you were absolutely positive.

“Junhui, are you a vampire?”

He stares blankly at you, before bursting into a fit of laughter. You stare at him with a confused look, before you’re expression is altered to one of surprise when he opens his mouth slightly and exposes his fangs again. Why is your heart suddenly beating faster? Why do your panties suddenly feel soaked? 

“Does that answer your question- are you okay?” Junhui’s expression turns from smug to concern when he sees you squirming on your seat, thighs pressing together. You feel your cheeks heat up and nod, but he sees right through you and raises an eyebrow at you.

Junhui doesn't blink, but he does move a little closer to you and lets one of his hands land on your thigh, squeezing the flesh slightly. The contact makes you tense up, and you’re sure that if he truly was a vampire, he’d be able to pick up on the fact that you’re extremely horny and soaking through your underwear.

“So…darling, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Thinking about anything in particular?” His voice has a teasing lilt to it, and your thighs press together again as he scoots closer to you again, his nose brushing against the skin of your neck lightly and sending shivers down your spine. 

“N-nothing,” you manage to stutter out, and he can only click his tongue at you. At this point, you can feel his hand sliding to the waistband of your pants, and teasingly running his fingers under the fabric. When he sees you relax and your legs spread slightly to give him more access, he smirks and lets his fingers wander.

You can feel his fingers teasing you from outside your panties, and it sends electricity sparking through your legs, up your spine and it numbs your mind. Any coherent thought was now turned to mush as he circles your clit agonizingly slow, your moans sounding like music to his ears.

“God, you sound so fucking hot,” Junhui murmurs into your neck, and your pulse increases when you feel his fangs brush over the flesh, right near a large vein. He quickly slips his hand under your panties and chuckles when he feels how soaking wet you actually are.

A loud moan escapes you, and you immediately clamp your hand over your mouth and grip Junhui’s wrist, still teasing you agonizingly slowly. You glance up at him and your eyes widen; his eyes have shifted from black to a blazing red, and his fangs seem even more prominent than they had previously. 

“Can I bite you? You smell so fucking sweet and I need to feed,” he groans, feeling his cock begin to strain against his slacks. You nod vigorously without thinking too much about the situation at hand, and you feel his hand come up and move your hair aside, finding the perfect place to bite you on your neck.

He bites you just as he lets a finger slip into your soaking cunt, and your mind goes completely hazy. His fangs pierce your skin and it truly feels like you begin levitating, even more so with his fingers working you up. You didn't even feel ashamed of how much noise you were making anymore, you let your moans grow louder and louder.

“F-fuck, Junhui…” you could hardly finish your sentence as you begin to grow lightheaded, stars beginning to dance across your vision. His mouth is warm against your neck, and you can feel him sucking like his life depends on it. He can sense you're close; your blood is beginning to taste sweeter and your moans are getting significantly louder. The knot in your stomach is growing tighter, you would say your orgasm was approaching rapidly.

However, he doesn't want this to end so soon.

He pulls his fingers out of you and moves them back to your thigh. This results in a whine ripping from your chest, and tears welling up in your eyes at the loss of contact. You had been so close to reaching your orgasm, only to have it violently ripped away from you by this sexy vampire who had now pulled his fangs out of your neck and was smirking at you, blood tinting his fangs and lips.

“I was about to cum! Why did you stop?” Your voice is hoarse and the man next to you only chuckles as he wipes his mouth clean and fixes your hair. He covers the bite mark on your neck with some strands of your hair and stands you up, holding your waist to keep you steady while you recover from the loss of blood in your system.

“I stopped because I would much rather have you underneath me while I fuck you when you cum, and not in some dingy cemetery.”

Your eyes widen and you feel your cheeks heat up again. A smile grows on your face as you grab his hand and walk with him towards the exit of the cemetery, excited for the night to come.

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