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atlafan · 4 months

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20 & 28 from the prompt list pls!

20. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

28. “I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”

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“He did what?” Harry’s jaw fell open as his dear friend, Y/N, told him about why she was newly single.

“He accepted a job across the country and expected me to drop everything to go with him! He didn’t even tell me he was looking for other opportunities. I mean, it’s a big step up for him, but to assume I’d quit my own job to go play house with him??? My whole family is here. I’d be sick to my stomach knowing I couldn’t see my nephews as regularly as I do now.” She sighed heavily and looked at her friend. “Can I crash here for a few days? If I go back to my place, I know he’ll show up and try to convince me to go with him again.”

“So, it’s over, just like that?”

“Yup. I’m not sabotaging my own career for a man. We’re clearly on different wave lengths, I guess it’s better to find out now.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Of course you can stay with me. Stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you.” She wraps her arms around his neck and sighs. “You’re such a good friend.”

Harry’s been waiting for Y/N and her boyfriend to break up for ages. He’s not one of those guys who’s only friends with a girl because he wants it to lead to more. That would be shitty of him. But he and Y/N have been friends for a while now, and as years have gone by, he’s started looking at her differently. A tiny crush started to bloom. He noticed how her laugh made him feel and how her smile gave him butterflies. It was gradual, natural. But he wasn’t sure how to bring this up to her, and there was never a good time. She was in a relationship, and he assumed she was happy, so he never let on about his feelings.

But now, Y/N is single. Harry’s not going to pounce on her right away. He knows she’ll need time to grieve the loss of her relationship. He also doesn’t want her to think he’s taking advantage of the vulnerable state she’s in. So, he’ll continue being the good friend that he is, and when the time is right, he’ll tell her how he feels.

Y/N was never one to wear her heart on her sleeve. She didn’t cry in public. She wanted people to think she was fine at all times. But after a month or so of being single, she found herself moping around a lot. She thought about her ex all the time. She hated it, but it was hard not to think of him. She wanted to know how his new job was going because she still cared. But then she’d remind herself that he probably doesn’t care how she’s doing, and then she’d distract herself with something to do.

Then, on a random Tuesday, two months later, a mutual friend sent her a message saying her ex was in a new relationship. He was posting her on main, laughing and smiling.

And that’s when Y/N finally cracked. She cried. She cried her eyes out until they were swollen and puffy. She couldn’t sleep when she tried to go to bed, so she texted Harry and asked if she could come over. He said yes.

“I don’t even know why I care.” She groaned as she told him about the ordeal. “How are men able to move on so quickly? I think about him every day. He always crosses my mind. I’m not even doing it on purpose. He probably never thinks about me.”

“He probably thinks about you all the time and started dating again to fill the void. That’s what I would do if I fucked up as badly as he did.”

“You know what bugs me the most? I have confirmation that he’s having sex. Someone else is giving him orgasms when all I’ve had for the last three months are my own hands and my vibrator. I’m too scared to meet some random dude from an app. I’m losing my mind, Harry. I feel like a feral cat in heat.” She chugs some water and takes a deep breath.

“You’re that horny, huh?”

“You have no idea. Masturbating and watching porn is fun and all, don’t get me wrong, but after a while it’s not exactly exciting. Feels like a chore.”

“I’m going to propose something, and I really want you to think about it before you decide it isn’t a good idea.” He runs a hand through his hair. “What if we had sex?”

“We, like, you and I?”

“Yeah.”

“No offense, but the idea of being pity fucked by my friend isn’t exactly getting my panties wet.”

“It’s not a pity fuck. Don’t be mad, but I’ve wanted to have sex with you for a very long time.”

“Great, so you’ve only been friends with me-“

“Don’t even go there because it’s not like that. We’ve been friends for five years. The last two, you were dating that asshole. A crush sort of snuck up on me around the time you and him started dating. I felt weirdly jealous every time you’d blow our friend group off to go be with him. And when I really thought about why, I realized that it was because I liked you as more than a friend.”

“You’ve liked me for two years?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“You were in love with him. I didn’t want to get in the way of your happiness. I’m fine if we just stay friends. I want you in my life, I don’t care how.”

“Why didn’t you make a move right after we broke up?”

“Other than not wanting to be your rebound, I knew you just needed a friend. You were vulnerable, I couldn’t take advantage of that.”

“You’d really want to fuck so quickly? Don’t you want to take me out on a date first?”

“You’re not the only one who feels feral, Y/N.”

“I can’t believe how stupid and oblivious I am.” She slides her hands down her face. “You’re a great guy, I’d be lucky to date you. My family already adores you. We practically go on dates all the time as it is.” She facepalms, then looks at him. “You really would fuck me right now?”

“Yes. Do…are you even attracted to me…sexually?”

“Harry, you’re the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen. Of course I’m attracted to you.”

“How would I have known that?! I’m not a mind reader!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me, I’m sad!”

“You’ve been sad for three goddamn months.” He steps towards her, backing her up to the sink counter, caging her in. “And I’m over it. I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

“Oh, wow.” Her eyelids become hooded as she looks at him. “Yes.” She nods. “Please, I want that. I want you to fuck me, Harry.”

“Good. Jump.”

She puts her hands on his shoulders and jumps so she can wrap her legs around his waist. Harry’s mouth crashes to hers as he carries her to his bedroom. Y/N feels lightheaded as he lays her down, staying on top of her. Her fingers squeeze at his hair as she licks into his mouth. He tastes like mint, and it makes her moan. His hands slide up under her shirt, pawing at her breasts over her bra.

“Fuck, just take it off. Take it all off.” She whines, and he smirks down at her.

“Look who’s all eager all of a sudden.” He sits up and takes his own shirt off. Before he can reach for Y/N’s, she’s tackling him down and sponging kisses to his chest. Her tongue glides down over his butterfly tattoo. She inches further down until she’s nosing at his erection over his joggers. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Don’t care, want it.” She tucks her fingers into the waistband of his joggers and looks up at him. “Can I?”

“Yes.”

He lifts his hips to help her and she gets the garment off. She kisses him over his briefs and licks his tip through the material. She even takes it into her mouth like this, and it rips a moan from Harry’s throat. Her eyes snap to his, completely blown out.

“God, I should have known you were vocal.” She whimpers. She tugs his briefs down and wastes no time getting the head of Harry’s cock into her mouth. She runs her tongue over his slit and suckles on the blurts of precome oozing out. She wraps her hand around him and slides her mouth off. “Jesus, you’re so big. I’m gonna see if I can get it down my throat.”

“You don’t have to, what you did before felt great.” He runs a hand through her hair and whimpers again.

“No, I want to choke on it. I really like giving head.”

“That’s something we have in common.” He smirks.

She spits onto his tip and takes him back into her mouth. She doesn’t go slow, she goes down fast and chokes, then pulls off, spitting on him to make it wet and messy, then she repeats. She does it until her throat can handle keeping him there for a moment. She swallows around him a few times before coming off and pumping him with her hand.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow it?”

“Fuck, and you’re kinky?! Should’ve done this a long time ago, Harry.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes, I’ll swallow it.”

“Then go on and take it.”

She’s not pretty about it. She chokes and gags and sucks and bobs until Harry’s spurting rope after rope down her throat. He sits up after she pulls off and slots his mouth over hers. He grips the hem of her short and lifts it off. She unhooks her bra and lays back on the bed. Her back arches the second Harry’s tongue is circling her nipple.

“Best tits I’ve ever fucking seen.” He growls as he works his way to her other nipple. “So big and soft.”

“You don’t mind that they’re not all perky?”

“Why would I? A boob is a boob is a boob.” He sucks a good amount of one into his mouth, leaving marks from his teeth on her sensitive skin. He kisses down her stomach and hooks his fingers into the waistband of her leggings. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” She smiles softly. “And my panties too, please. I don’t like the feeling of sitting in my cold, wetness.”

“Heard.” He pulls both of the garments off and tosses them to the floor before splitting her thighs open. She’s glistening for him. He wells up some spit and watches it fall on and down her slit. “So fucking pretty.”

He spreads her lips apart, running his fingers through her sticky folds. His thumbs spread apart the top so he can find her clit. He taps on it with his finger, making her gasp.

“Did I find it, baby?” It’s rhetorical because before she can answer, his licking over it.

He wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, rapidly. He flicks the tip of his tongue over it, swirls it around, spits on it, then goes back to sucking. The sounds are wet and obscene. Y/N has a hand stuffed in his hair while the other clutches at the sheets. She moans out when she feels his middle finger sink inside her.

“So fucking tight.” He groans.

“I can take another, please, wanna feel you stretch me out.”

Harry grins and lets his ring finger join the middle. He works them in and out of her, wanting to prep her hole for what’s to come. Then he lets them stay deep inside and curls them to her front wall as he shallowly thrusts in and out. He gets his mouth back on her clit and uses his free hand to keep her thigh down and open.

“Fuck, just like that.” Her head rolls back and her mouth hangs open as she rolls her hips forward to meet his thrusts. “Harry, shit, you’re so good. Don’t stop.” Her toes start curling and her legs start shaking, and Harry laughs so sinisterly low that it makes her head dizzy. One of her heels digs into his shoulder blade. She’s panting and moaning and writing under him. “Oh, oh fuck.” She feels the coil deep in her belly about to snap. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, don’t stop.” The bed starts creaking and the headboard starts thudding against the wall. Harry’s rutting his hips into the mattress and moaning into her. “Harry, Harry, Harryyyyyy, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her back arches off the bed as she lets go. Harry fucks her through it, keeping his fingers deep inside her. He gives her throbbing clit a break, then slowly takes his fingers out when he hears her breathing evening out.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and his surprised when Y/N grips his jaw to pull him down to her. He takes his fingers out and replaces them with her mouth. They moan against each other, both relishing in the filthy kiss.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks.

“Are you hard again?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s some good stamina.” She smirks.

“Eating you out made me hard again. Taste so fucking good.” He reaches into his side table drawer and pulls out a foil packet. He sits back on his feet and rips it open to roll onto his cock.

“Do you mind if I play the role of a pillow princess? Kind of want you to just do what you want with me.”

“Yeah? Does being used turn you on?”

“Like this…by you…it does.”

“This might hurt a little since it’s been a while for you. If you need me to stop, just tell me and I will.”

“Okay.”

Harry lines himself up and slowly pushes inside. Y/N bites into his shoulder. The stretch burns, but the pain soon turns to pleasure once he’s all the way in. His tip is already nudging into her g-spot.

“Good?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you. You can move.”

He pulls out about halfway before thrusting back in. Y/N is so sweet for him, he slips out a couple of times before he can get a rhythm going. He sits up and throws her legs over his shoulders, pounding into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. She raises her hips and starts moaning uncontrollably. The angle is perfect. He thumbs at her clit, and her nails dig into the meat of his thighs.

“I’m getting close.” She twitches under him, wanting to close her legs to get some relief, but she can’t. “Please, don’t stop.” She whimpers up at him. “Feels so good.”

“Love watching you take it.” He grunts. “We fit so perfectly, your pussy was made for me.”

“Oh, fuck!” Apparently, that’s all she needed in order to come. She drenches his cock, which surprises the both of them. “Oh my god!” She cries out, a second wave of pleasure washing over her. It’s like the never ending orgasm. “Please tell me I didn’t just pee on you.” She sits up on her elbows and is mortified by the wet spot between them. “I had all that water beforehand-“

“You didn’t pee, Y/N.” Harry chuckles. “You just squirted a little. Well, a lot, but you know what I mean.”

“I’ve never done that before.” She blinks.

“Poor thing.” He pouts down at her. “Didn’t it feel so good to get a release like that?” He places his hands on the back of her thighs and pushes them down until her knees are on either side of her head. “Hm?”

“Yes, felt amazing.”

“I’ll make you do it again, baby, don’t worry. Gonna give it to you like you deserve. Hold your legs there for me.” He grips her hips and starts moving her on and off his cock. He watches as her eyes roll back and he laughs lowly. “Feel good?”

“Soooo good, oh my god.”

His fingers comes together and he slaps her clit, over and over and over until she’s panting and crying out and making a mess. He pulls out to move her onto her side. She sighs contently, happy to give her legs a break. But it’s not long until Harry is putting one of her legs over his shoulder and sliding back in, fucking her from the side.

“Christ, can feel you in my guts.”

“M’not hitting your cervix right? It still feels good?”

“Feels amazing, keep going.”

“Rub your clit. I wanna come at the same time.”

She slides her hand down and touches herself. She could honestly come from the sound of Harry moaning alone, but his cock beating into her g-spot is also a big help. She screams his name as she comes, making another mess. Harry grunts and whimpers and moans as he fills the condom.

He waits until they’ve both caught their breaths to pull out. Y/N rolls onto her back while Harry throws the condom away. The bed creaks as he lays back down next to her. Her lower half twitches every so often, her thighs still quivering.

“I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.” He turns onto his side and draws shapes into her belly.

“Shut up.” She breathes. “I can’t even feel them.”

“You should really come with me to Pilates more often.”

“Who needs Pilates when you’re going to be fucking me like that regularly?” She turns her head to the side to look at him.

“Oh, am I going to be fucking you regularly? I didn’t get that memo.” He smirks.

“Yes, generally, when two people start dating, they fuck regularly.”

“Are you serious?” He sits up, hope painted all over his face. “You can really see us being a romantic couple?”

“Yeah.” She smiles up at him and caresses his cheek. “I’d really like to give this a shot.”

“Oh, Y/N, that makes me so happy.” He moves to lay on top of her and buries his face in her neck. She holds him to her chest, content with having his weight on her.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being you.”

He moves to look at her and pecks her lips. “You’re welcome.”

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fiber-optic-alligator · 13 days

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Desperation vs. Domestication (Pt. 2)

Pairing: IDW Drift x Human Reader

WARNING: This story contains soft vore. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this story.

Word Count: 4431

Summary: Though you have been lulled into a deep sense of security by Drift's kindness and comfort, you still haven't completely lost the need to be free. A terrible nightmare refuels your desire for escape...but Drift isn't someone who wants to let you go.

HEEHEEHEEHEE I REALLY WANTED TO WRITE A PART 2 OF THIS...so I did. It's because Drift is my all-time favorite Transformer and I absolutely LOVE putting my favorite characters through angst. If you enjoyed reading part 1, then I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Likes, comments, feedback, and reblogs are never expected, but always appreciated! Enjoy! :D

Here is the link to pt. 1 if you haven’t read it!

Also available to read on AO3!

Two months later…

You dream of Earth tonight.

There are fields; you are standing in one. Long Bermuda grass tickles your ankles with the gentle presence of the planet recognizing its own. The endless green is splattered with occasional droplets of color: pink poppies, yellow sunflowers, marigolds, dandelions. It is warm. There is a slight wind blowing, playing with your hair. You turn your face towards the sunlight and bask in the relief of knowing you are home.

All of a sudden, you hear a sound. Thumping. Steady, rhythmic. Loud. You feel the wind die down and suddenly the sun is gone, and there is only darkness. A massive shadow blots out all of the light. You see a figure looming over you, red-and-white with bright blue eyes that stare into your soul and make you feel terror.

You try to run, but find you cannot move your legs. There is nothing you can do when you watch a giant hand reach down in slow motion and pluck you up, holding you between titanic fingers. The monster’s mouth opens, and then you are tumbling down, right into an abyss of metal and isolation. The Earth melts away forever. You are trapped. You are alone.

Shooting forward out of your nightmare, you hear yourself scream. The squishy floor underneath you makes you lose your footing when you scramble upward in a blind panic and fall into Drift’s stomach wall. Everything moves, the organ grumbling unhappily at you being awake. Your hands scramble at the mesh cables. Little pink bubbles of cybernetic blood pop anxiously beneath their semi-transparent surfaces. The walls close in to squeeze, holding you in a secure hug, attempting to keep you still. But you cannot think. You are scared, and you feel trapped, so you desperately begin to thrash and fight against the stomach.

Drift’s voice booms above you, panicked. “Little one? Little one?!”

“Let me go!” you shriek. “Please, letmegoletmegoletmego!”

The walls loosen up, freeing you. You collapse into the fetal position, gasping while sweat beads your brow and your heart goes crazy.

Drift presses his hands over his middle. “Little one, little one, shhhh, shh, shh, shh,” he hushes frantically. “Safe, safe…safe, all is safe...no need for fear…”

Gradually, you calm down. Only when you are no longer trembling does Drift tentatively begin to squeeze you again. In and out, slow kneading, like he’s silently coaxing you to continue breathing at a healthier pace. “Little one…okay?” he asks.

Your voice quivers. “I-I’m fine. I’m okay. It-It was a bad dream. A nightmare.” You sit upright and lean into the stomach wall. Drift holds you close, the undulating muscle relaxing you with its constant massage. His biolights pulse and flicker, a clear sign of his stress. You woke him up with your screams. It makes you feel bad, so you snuggle his cables further. The robot’s stomach is not a big place, but Drift likes to be conscious of you. The support you provide him in completing this task is obviously appreciated, because he hums softly and pats his hand over where you are.

There is peace again. Peace and warmth. But you don’t feel the usual safety. There is a lingering pit of dread growing deep within your gut, foul roots clawing their way through your body, leaving you jittery, uneased. Your nightmare is the first one in months, and it’s a sure sign things are not right.

It has been such a long time since you thought of your possible escape plan. You don’t know how long, but you do know that you can’t be comfortable here anymore. Your mind is sending the signals loud and clear.

No more stalling, you think to yourself. No more being complacent.

You are not domesticated yet.

When Drift lets you out of here…you will go through with the plan to take an escape pod home. For real this time.

It takes you weeks to perfect your plan. And when you do finally have it all figured out, you come to the conclusion that things may end up being more complicated than you thought. Escaping a spaceship filled with giant alien robots is hard enough, yes. But then there’s the issue of what will happen when you return to Earth. You don’t know how long you’ve been abducted. It could be months. It could be years. What if all of your family and friends are long gone by the time you get home? What if things are so different that you’ve been completely left behind?

No. You can’t think like that. A sharp patting to your cheeks snaps you out of it. Keep it together. This is the moment you have been waiting for. Regardless of what awaits you on Earth, you will be there to face it.

You’ve packed everything you own into a small fabric knapsack your mech gifted you during your first days here (Who knew robots are such good knitters?). It’s not much, not much at all: snacks Drift gives you, strange pellets that clean your teeth, three cans of filtered water…but that’s all you really require for the trip you are going to embark on. You don’t believe it will be particularly long. The escape pods need to have some sort of device that allows them to leap through lightyears to their destinations. You believe this because you’ve watched the mothership do it from the observation windows Drift likes to bring you to sometimes. Hyperspace will occasionally be activated, with stars and planets blurring together into dazzling white paint streaks before coming to an abrupt halt in a totally new galaxy.

Now, do you know how lightjumping works? Absolutely not. Last time you were on Earth, no such human technology had been invented yet. So you don’t exactly know how you’ll get the escape pod to lightjump like the ship does. But you’ll find a way. You have no choice.

Now for the hard part: getting away from Drift long enough to activate the escape pod and blast away. He’s not going to make it easy for you. Drift doesn’t like letting you out of his sight if you aren’t in his room, and hardly lets you roam free. You’ve spent hours, both within his stomach and out, pondering how to go about this. It’s left you with the agonizing decision that you’ll just have to wing it somehow.

The door to his room slides open. You’ve been sitting on his berth with your hands beneath your head and one leg crossed over the other, thinking, thinking, thinking, that at first you nearly didn’t hear him come in. You sit up to greet him with more eagerness than you’d like to show. The nightmare didn’t stop your affection for Drift from rearing its persistent head.

There’s no waiting for him to give you his time today. When he enters the room, his focus is immediately on you with no prior distractions. Drift walks with a spring in his step, his finials perking up like an enthusiastic dog. You notice a small white box he holds in one hand, and think nothing of it. Drift’s room is decorated with countless knickknacks from other planets. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s brought some strange little souvenir home.

“Hey, big guy,” you murmur happily when he kneels down before you. He settles the box to the side and cups both hands behind you, humming his typical car engine-purr greeting. You hug him when he draws you forth so he can nuzzle his nose into your middle. “I’m guessing you missed me?”

Drift beep-boops excitedly. He gives you an affectionate tickle to your side, causing you to giggle. Your reaction delights him. He keeps it up, and pretty soon you are laughing so hard your stomach hurts. “D-Drift, s-stop! I-I can’t breathe!”

He gives you one last light prod, then ends the bout of torture with more cuddles. You recover from the laughter, feeling airy and light like nothing else matters except for the giant robot holding you.

“Little one,” he coos. “My little one.”

“Mhm,” you mumble goodnaturedly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m yours.”

He suddenly looks like he’s remembered something very important, and he straightens, chirping rapidly. You watch as he grabs the white box and, to your surprise, presents it to you. You glance at it, then turn to him. “For me?” you ask, pointing at yourself.

He chirps again and nods.

You take it from him and open it with a slight air of confusion, because he’s never given you something like this before. You think it might be a piece of jewelry, or some sort of charm. But what you see inside is neither of those things. You suck in a sharp breath of pure disbelief and go numb.

It’s a collar. A damn collar. Sleek and narrow, its solid red with a single white stripe circumnavigating it. On one side is a strange symbol of a boxy red robot’s face-the same symbol he has on his chest. These are his colors, you realize. He’s making us match. He wants the other mechs to know that he owns you.

Drift rumbles expectantly. When you remain frozen, unable to pry your eyes away from the collar, he gently pries it out of your now slightly shaking hands. With extreme carefulness, he clasps it around your neck. It fits comfortably and locks with a quiet click.

“My little one,” he repeats. “Mine.”

He’s not trying to scare you. You know he isn’t. Yet your throat is dry, and the snug weight of the collar makes you feel sick.

You need to get the hell off of this ship.

You spend the night feverishly trying to break the collar off, working yourself up like a caged animal driven mad by captivity. But no matter how hard you yank at it, it remains stubbornly fast around your neck. You refuse to eat the food given to you and cry yourself to sleep within a very concerned Drift’s belly, who can’t seem to console you no matter how hard he tries.

Drift doesn’t know what to do with you.

You’ve been moping ever since he gave you the collar. Over the next few days, any sort of drive to escape has left you. You're depressed and disappointed in him for what he’s done. You don’t want to talk to him. You don’t want to accept any of his gifts. Blanket after pillow after plushie-all made by him, with the crude markings of homemade love-are ignored. You shy away from his touch and reject his attention. When he swallows you at night, you give him no inclination you care. You sit like a stone within him and just…stare off vacantly, unable to ignore the collar around your neck.

He’s brought you to the ship’s doctor multiple times. On the first trip, the old red medic bot looked you over and finished his checkup with a shrug and dismissive chuff. The second time, he growled at Drift and waved him away. And on the third time, he didn’t even let him through the door. There’s nothing physically wrong with you. But mentally, how could they know? How could he know he’s hurt you? You trusted him to treat you with some level of respect despite your situation, and he had, until now. The collar was your breaking point. There truly is no way for him to ever see you as anything more than a pet, and it hurts you, because by god, you love him.

“…Little one?”

Drift calls out to you with a soft, sad tone. You huddle up tighter beneath one of your blankets and give no answer.

You hear him shift at his desk. There’s silence between the two of you that is not wanted. He heaves a low sigh and tries again. “Little one…please?”

Damn your heart, you can’t keep giving him the silent treatment when he sounds like he’s about to cry.

You push the blanket off of your head. Drift slouches in his chair, back bent like an old man’s. His finials are drooping, and the glow from his biolights is dimmer than usual. He’s obviously been letting his personal hygiene go for the sake of finding a way to help you, and it hurts to know he’s in this state because of your shitty attitude towards what he simply sees as a gift. The collar is a curse, but you can’t exactly tell him that, can you? This entire situation is all your fault.

It's the treacherous part of your mind which attempts to convince you of this. It partially works. Giving in, you sit up slowly, drawing the blanket tightly around your shoulders and tilting your head while giving him a questioning look.

He’s surprised by your action, like he genuinely wasn’t expecting you to respond to this extent. But he takes advantage of it. Drift offers you a hopeful smile and picks something up from his desk. He stands and walks to you, going slow. You don’t flinch when he crouches down to your level. The warm light of his eyes leaves a kind feeling on your skin.

Tentatively, Drift extends his hand. In his palm is a piece of chocolate, one of the many treats he has at his disposal to provide you with when he feels you are being especially good. It’s an olive branch. A reach in the right direction.

You hesitate…and then you think, Oh, what the hell. Staying mad at Drift when he has no clue he’s done something wrong in the first place won’t get you anywhere. So you accept the candy and take a small bite.

He sags with relief, exhaust whooshing from his nose as he watches you eat with a smile. When you're finished, he moves his hand closer, twining the palm around you and resting the tips of his digits against your head and sides. You hold his index finger, resting your forehead against it and closing your eyes as a sign of trust. But you feel guilty.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, knowing he won’t understand. But you say it anyway. “I love you. I love you so, so much. But you're destroying me. I can’t stay here anymore.”

A tear slips down your cheek. You don’t notice it until Drift gently brushes it away.

“I have to go.” Your voice breaks. “I need to leave. I hope you’ll learn why. And I hope you won’t hate me for it. I-I don’t think I could handle it if you did. Please don’t hate me. Please don’t think I hated you.”

Drift coos. His reply is indecipherable. You think he’s trying to comfort you…but you’ll never know for sure.

He doesn’t swallow you tonight. You don’t know why; maybe he thinks you need a break. Maybe he just wants to hold you in a different fashion this time. You stay awake hours after he falls asleep, your little form nestled in the crook of his neck while he snoozes on his stomach with his arms crossed beneath his massive pillow. You peer off into the darkness, listening to his quiet breaths.

For the longest time, you’ve thought of this room as yours and his. A space the two of you share together. Ours. It's fed into your delusional ideations of a future in which the two of you learn each other’s languages, where you stand on equal ground, you belonging to him and him belonging to you. A future where mechs and humans join hands and say “I see you. I know you. I understand you and you understand me. Neither of us is higher than the other.”

But it will never happen. The collar around your neck is physical proof. There is no future between the two of you anymore. If you want to be you again…you need to let Drift go.

You shuffle away from the bot’s neck and stand. The only parts of him that are lit up right now are the red symbol on his chest and the soft blue of his mouth. He’s so peaceful. This giant alien, who you know has fought in many battles from the scars you can see, is soothed by your presence. You, an insignificant little human being. The dynamic is honestly quite hilarious. You're like his very own version of a chihuahua.

You want to hug his nose, knowing you will never have another chance again. But Drift is a light sleeper, and you're testing the waters enough already. You can’t risk it. It pains you, but you drop your arms and turn away.

Using the metal ladder he made for you so you’d have easy access to his berth, you climb down and grab your knapsack. Quietly padding across the long expanse of the room, you make it to the door. It senses your presence and slides open. You force yourself not to look back when you walk out.

You wonder if he will cry for you when he wakes up and finds you gone.

The spaceship is ominous at night. The only thing you can hear as you traverse the hallways is your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. You're trying to be quiet; passing by multiple rooms with slumbering bots inside has you holding your breath and then letting it out in a forcefully slow, reedy wheeze. You are, after all, a mouse in a prison filled with cats; slow and steady and silent wins the race.

You survey the elevator when you get to it, at a loss of how you’ll possibly find a way to operate it due to how small you are. A miracle finds its way to you, however, in the form of a mech. This one you don’t recognize. He has a similar color scheme to Drift, but is noticeably bulkier, with a strange cannon sitting on his right shoulder and a blue eyepiece over the adjacent optic. All of his focus is on the datapad in his hands as he summons the elevator. You wait for the doors to open and for him to step inside before darting after him. Luckily he doesn’t look up fonce on the short journey. Your cover remains unblown when the doors part again and he heads off. You go in the opposite direction, because like hell are you going to follow the strange robot to someplace where there are probably more strange robots.

You slip in and out of sight, staying far away from any mechs who are awake. They do not see you, which means you are doing this right-though there are some alarming instances where you think you’ll be caught. One such occurrence happens when a tall, thin blue mech with a chest like the front of a helicopter nearly sees you duck into an open storage room for quick cover. Its single orb ominously scans the darkened room. You watch from beneath a large shelving unit, terrified out of your mind. You don’t move, nor do you make a sound, keeping a shaking hand over your mouth.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the mech stomps away. You let your head fall forward respitefully.

You know you're nearing your one-way ticket to Earth when you see bright yellow signs plastered on the walls with loud black alien words telling you to hurry left with the help of large arrows. Escape pod symbols, accompanied by a funny little robot mascot, are the giveaway. You feel a sort of giddy euphoria swell up within you. You're almost there. You're going to escape. You're going to go home. It all seems far too good to be true; sure, you’ve imagined this scenario happening over and over again, but you never really did believe it would happen.

You pinch your arm multiple times just to make sure you aren’t dreaming. This is not in your head. This is happening. You really are going back to Earth.

Your collar suddenly vibrates. And then it starts to screech.

You nearly jump out of your own skin. The alarm is loud, piercing, and undeniably going to alert someone to your presence. You slam your fists against it multiple times, but it doesn’t let up. Your heart sinks when the realization of what's going on hits.

Shit. He put a tracker in it.

You need to run. You shove yourself forward into a full-on sprint, dashing down the last remainder of this hallway, then turning the corner and seeing the numerous escape pods all lined up in the wall. You choose the first one, grabbing the edge of the circular door and pulling with all of your might. The tendons in your neck strain as you grunt and slowly bring the door back with you. Clamoring in, you give it one last heave before it shuts on its own and seals you inside. You hear the lock click into place. The entire cabin flickers to life, with the lights on and the control panel booting up. As you expected, everything is far too big for you to reach. But it seems you won’t need to. A loud robotic voice emanates from the central console, speaking to you in the native mech language.

Your collar is still going off. You don’t have a lot of time.

“I-I can’t understand you!” you yell over the din. “I’m a human, from Earth! I speak English!”

The voice pauses. Seconds later, to your amazement, it talks, and you can understand. “Language notifications made. Destination updated. Scanning…” A panel on the ceiling pops open, and a blue light filters out, washing over you. “Scanning complete. Species: Homo Sapien. Homeworld: Earth. Milky Way Galaxy. Status: Critically endangered. Suggesting immediate travel to Earth.”

You clap your hands. “Yes! Yes, that’s it! Earth, set the destination to Earth!”

“Destination set. Awaiting command to launch LOST LIGHT LIFEPOD 01.”

You are about to give the order when something slams against the door. You whirl around, your heart stuttering when you see who’s there. It’s Drift. He’s made it. And he looks horrified. With trembling fingers, he yanks on the handle. When the pod remains fastly shut, he pounds on the circular window with so much force the entire thing shudders and you think he’s going to rip it right off of its hinges. “Little one!” he screams, voice muffled beyond the barrier of glass. “Little one! Open…!” The rest of the sentence comes out as sharp metal shrieks.

You stand there helplessly. The pod once again inquires for your command, yet you can’t find it within yourself to speak.

Drift is doing everything he can to get to you. He’s like a rabid beast, clawing at the window, teeth bared in visible frustration. His biolights are going mad when he roars and sends his whole body into the door. This time, it does give a little. You can see some dents in the gray metal.

This…is a side of Drift you have never seen. It is desperate, vicious. And it terrifies you. You stumble back to the opposite end of the pod and curl up, hugging your knapsack to your chest like a child squeezing their favorite stuffed animal. Drift continues his futile attack on the door, but pauses when he makes eye contact with you. His face falls. His fists relax and slide downward to press palm against the glass.

He’s quiet as he seems to reflect on how he just presented himself front of you, then whispers heartbrokenly. “...Sorry.” Tears stream down his cheeks. His hot vexation melts away and exposes his remorseful center. “Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Little one. Y/N.”

Oh my god.

All noise ceases when you register what he just said. Your name. He said your name. He’s never done that before. You didn’t think he knew your name.

He learned to say it. For you.

Drift whimpers like a kicked dog, moving to crouch lower. “Y/N. Y/N, please. Stay. Stay with me. Please don’t go. I love you.”

You’ve changed his life. You don’t need to be told this. You know you’ve brought him a sense of joy he hasn’t felt in years. You didn’t come here of your own free will. But you freely chose to love him. You gave yourself up and became his everything while he became yours. Isn’t he your home? Isn’t he the one who saved you? Can you really leave someone who cares about you so much?

Your legs move on their own accord. Your heart beats with his and you take tentative steps towards the door. Drift twitters and gives you an encouraging nod, gesturing for you to keep walking.

Why do you want to leave him so badly? Why would you want to throw away this perfect life?

Your little human hands come to rest right over his massive robotic ones. You two are separated, but you think you can feel the warmth coming from him. Drift bonks his forehead against the window anticipatingly. “Come on,” he whispers. “Come on. It’s…okay. You're okay. Please.”

Your hands are human. You will never see another pair again if you return to him.

Your life is not supposed to be perfect. A human’s life is messy, and disastrous, and chaotic, and beautiful. His life is too, but not in the same way as yours.

“Goodbye, Drift,” you murmur, voice breaking. “LOST LIGHT LIFEPOD 01…take me to Earth.”

The escape pods hums and rumbles. “Command accepted,” it announces. “Preparing ejection in three…two…one.”

The last thing you see and hear before the pod lurches forward and rockets out of its dock is Drift’s agonized expression and his wrenching wail.

Your vessel speeds away. You get a fantastic view of the ship in all of its stunning glory. It felt so gigantic when you were inside, but from out here, you can fully comprehend its overwhelming proportions. You watch it rapidly shrink as you gain distance from it, until it's just another speck of light in the universe. And when you can’t even see that anymore, you allow yourself to collapse against the floor eagles-spread. You gaze up at the ceiling, feeling surprisingly hollow. There is no victorious sense of triumph, no excitement to return home. You don’t even know where home is anymore. Somehow, after everything you’ve gone through, you’ve come out even more lost than you already were.

The waterworks start shortly after the escape pod jumps into hyperspace. Heaving sobs, messy tears, you lie there and weep to the stars, not noticing when your collar finally stops beeping.

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cafelattaes · 4 months

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death by a thousand cuts | njm

summary : in which you find yourself watching as jaemin gradually becomes out of reach; forcing you to confront the painful reality that your story is heading towards an inevitable end, even if you’re not ready to admit it.

pairing : jaemin x fem! reader

genre : college au, angst

word count : 2.5k

playlist : the last time, you’re losing me, sad beautiful tragic

in your dimly lit room, the blue light from your phone screen cast a cold hue as you stared at the last message you received from jaemin. you had been seeing the same words for what felt like an eternity, as if they were mocking you, each repetition intensifying the sense of heartache and resignation you felt.

'i’ll be right back'

you let out a heavy sigh, carrying the burden of disappointment and frustration. a week had passed in the blink of an eye, and his silence felt louder than ever. you were stuck in a cycle of waiting, hoping things would change with each passing moment.

jaemin’s words had become an echo of broken promises. it wasn't the first time, but the disappointment still hurt. you glanced at the screen, feeling a mix of emotions. the exhaustion of always being the only one begging for effort and acknowledgement bore down on you. with a heavy heart, you set your phone down, facing the reality that you needed to let go of the relationship that no longer served you.

paper cuts had turned into gashes. the resentment over small things, continuously dismissed thinking they weren't significant enough, had boiled over, sending you to your gradual demise.

FIVE MONTHS AGO

'hey jaem, are you doing something right now? i miss you :('

‘i’m sorry, baby. i'm not done with my cases and research yet. also we’re studying for upcoming exams’

‘oh, okay. no worries! make sure to get enough rest when you’re home.’

‘you too, love’

a twinge of sadness and disappointment crept into your heart. while you understood the gravity of jaemin's aspirations and the difficult nature of dating a medical student, the challenges of your on-and-off relationship lingered. this was the longest you had gone through with jaemin without breaking up. resisting the urge to let past grievances resurface, you chose to keep most of your emotions to yourself, knowing that voicing them out was not going to make anything better and would only add to his stress. you didn't want to burden jaemin with your feelings or ignite conflicts during a time where his focus needed to be on his studies.

you busied yourself by scrolling through your phone and randomly navigating your friends' instagram stories. jeno's post grabbed your attention, featuring a group picture that included your boyfriend. however, your focus shifted when you noticed eunbin among the faces. her connection with jaemin as his childhood friend, as well as her evident feelings for him even before you entered the picture, weighed on your mind. you felt a bit uneasy thinking about the situation. you wondered if her being around might bring back unresolved feelings or make things even more complicated for you and jaemin.

you tossed your phone on the bed, redirecting your attention to something else to shake off the sudden drop in mood. even though you didn't want to feel jealous of eunbin, it was hard not to. she liked your boyfriend and confessed to him before you got together. despite his reassurances and the clear boundaries he set, a pang of jealousy still remained. you had to accept eunbin's role as one of his closest friends, a constant presence in his life. there was not much you could do to change it.

after a long day of busying yourself to focus more on your academic life, you felt your phone buzz with a text message from jaemin.

‘hey! are you free today? let’s go on a date :) i miss you a lot.’

‘sorry, im too tired to go out these days. i just want to rest after spending so much time studying’

‘oh no baby :( it’s fine. do you want anything? we can just stay and laze around all day in your place instead. but only if you want to’

‘okay’

an hour later, you heard a buzz at your door, and there was jaemin, wearing a smile and holding some of your favorite snacks. you took them from him as he settled into your place. while you prepared the food, jaemin came up from behind, giving you a hug and planting a gentle kiss on the back of your head. he then rested his chin on your shoulder.

"we don't see each other a lot these days. i missed you so much," your heart tightened, a sudden rush of longing and sadness enveloping you. you missed him a lot too. since you got back together, you've been suppressing a lot of your thoughts to avoid another breakup. however, the past few months have been challenging, and you felt like even the smallest thing might cause you to break down emotionally.

“i missed you too,” you whispered in reply.

jaemin was not clueless. you've been together for more than two years and he could easily sense if there was something off about you. he noticed that you began to distance yourself from him. your responses to his messages were brief and dry, picking up on the growing disconnection. he, too, was afraid to bring it up, opting to ignore the underlying problems that had been bothering both of you for a while. he would rather pretend as if everything was fine than risk a conversation and face the possibility of losing you again.

he feared that if you two were to break up once more, it might truly be the end. a sharp stab of pain coursed through his chest with that thought.

THREE MONTHS AGO

you were starting to fall asleep when your peace was suddenly interrupted by your phone ringing. noticing it was a call from mark, you answered.

‘mark?’

‘hey, y/n, sorry to bother you. can you pick jaemin up?’

‘huh? where?’

‘we’re at a bar right now, i’ll text you the address. i can’t bring all of us home and i also drank a little. hope you don’t mind.’

‘yeah, it’s fine. i’ll be on my way.’

‘thanks y/n.’

you left your place once you received the address from mark. you arrived at the bar a little later, scanning the place for the familiar group of guys. you spotted mark, struggling to separate himself from haechan's grasp.

“hey.”

“oh, y/n, you’re here.” jeno waved at you. “jaemin, your girlfriend’s here.” jeno shook him violently, prompting him to get up.

“y/n, did you know? jaemin said that you’ve been-“ haechan groaned in pain as mark slapped his back to stop him from talking.

“you guys should go. jaemin is dead drunk, he almost fell asleep on the bathroom.”

“alright, we’re off. you guys take care on your way home.” you bid farewell to them as you held jaemin for support.

the night air was cool as you stepped outside, hailing for a cab. after some effort, you managed to get him inside, settling into the backseat. jaemin was mostly asleep on the ride home. despite some difficulty getting him out and bringing him to your place, you eventually managed to settle him on the couch. you took off his shoes before getting a damped towel and offering him a glass of water.

“jaemin, do you need anything?” you asked him quietly while wiping his face with the towel. he was silent for a while as you helped him into a more comfortable position.

“you’ve been spending a lot of time with eric,” he murmured. you raised your eyebrows in confusion. you’ve only seen the guy twice this week for some club related-activities.

“stop seeing him, or he might get the wrong idea.”

oh.

jaemin had mentioned before that he didn't like eric, claiming that whenever you two took a break, the latter guy saw it as an opportunity to make a move on you. however, jaemin misinterpreted eric's intention, being one of your friends who comforted you during your breakups. while he hinted at liking you at some point, he respected your boundaries and never attempted to cross the line. all your friends knew that jaemin was the center of your world, even at times when you were supposed to forget about him.

“we’ll talk about that tomorrow when you’re sobered up. you need to get some rest now.” you said, standing up to get him a pillow and a blanket. however, he held your wrist, pulling you back to sit on the couch.

“you’ve changed…” he uttered out of the blue, and a sigh escaped your lips. jaemin had a tendency to ramble when he was drunk. it seemed best to let him express whatever was on his mind.

"you used to make time for me, no matter how busy you got. you always found a way for us to spend time together, even when i was swamped with tasks. but now... you're not as affectionate as before and it feels like you love me a little less. you don't get mad, and you don't seem to care even when i try to ignore you on purpose to get your attention. are you getting sick of me?"

your breath shuddered at his sudden confession. it seemed like the first time jaemin was the first to address your situation while being completely honest about his feelings. it never even crossed your mind that he was ignoring you intentionally. up until now, you had always been the one initiating the difficult conversations. every time you bared your soul, hoping jaemin would make things right, it often ended up having the opposite effect. despite his attempts to take your feelings into consideration and provide solace and affirmations, the impact seemed to fade after a few days, leaving you feeling unheard. eventually, you started to question yourself if you were maybe asking for too much. so you stopped trying, which was the turning point that led to your last breakup.

when jaemin asked to get back together, you couldn't bring yourself to refuse, just like all those times you had taken him back before. despite of the emotional turmoil in your relationship, your love for jaemin remained unwavering. being with him, even with the fights and his occasional neglect, felt a thousand times better than not being with him at all. but now, you weren't sure if you could still bear the pain that came with loving him. a sense of uncertainty settled heavily in your heart, feeling a lump formed in your throat.

“you can’t blame me for getting tired when it feels like i’m the only one trying,” your tears began to flow freely, feeling overwhelmed as all your frustrations and hurt hit you all at once. “you keep saying you love me, but your actions say otherwise. i’ve grown sick of showing my love while not seeing you put in the same effort as i do. sometimes, i want to ask if you still love me the way you once did. because if there’s anyone who changed, jaemin, it’s you. you stopped trying the moment our relationship became too comfortable.” you wiped your tears, the sound of muffled sobs echoing in the silence.

“you have no idea how much i’ve been bottling up my feelings. the pain that has built over these years of being with you is suffocating. i want to let out my frustrations, scream at you, and demand your attention, especially when you seem to have time for everyone else but me. even though i know how busy you can get, i can't help but find it unfair, because for you, i would drop everything. i’ve been keeping count of all the times you claimed to be too occupied to be there for me when i needed you the most, only for me to find out that you were hanging out with your friends. your world doesn’t have to revolve around me, but i just want to feel that i still hold a place in your life.”

jaemin's glassy eyes remained fixed on you. even in his intoxicated state, he became acutely aware of all the things he had done wrong in the relationship and the impact it had on you. he had always played it safe, choosing to overlook the signs and letting you suffer on your own. he didn't realize the gravity of the damage he had inflicted on the person he claimed to love. it broke his heart taking in how far he had allowed things to go. with tears streaming down his face, his hand reached out for you.

“i’m so sorry i made you feel that way… i’m sorry for everything,” he whispered in remorse, drawing you into his arms. closing his eyes, he kissed your forehead tenderly as a silent plea for forgiveness. his chest felt heavy with the weight of regret as the painful reality sank in. he wished he could shelter you from every mistake he had ever made.

“i don’t want your apology. i just want us to go back to the way things were before.” your words carried the weight of longing for the happiness that once defined your relationship.

but the air was thick with unspoken truth. you both knew, that no matter what happens now, the two of you can no longer return to how things used to be.

PRESENT

three weeks had passed since the last time you and jaemin spoke. despite sharing tears together that night he got drunk, not much had changed. jaemin became cautious, and you were left wondering whether he would do something to alter the state of your relationship, considering you already said your piece. yet, it appeared that both of you had silently acknowledged the reality that there was little you could do, having allowed things to reach a point beyond saving.

you found yourselves in a tug-of-war, each waiting for the other to end the relationship. however, you hoped he would be the one to pull the trigger this time, because he never made an attempt to ask you to stay. if you were the one to do it, you feared weakness might overcome you if he were to return again. so, you wished for him to take the decisive step to allow you to truly feel that everything was over for both of you. yet, deep down, a small part of you remained hopeful that he would defy your expectations and fight for what was left.

but even when it came down to it, jaemin couldn't muster the courage to call it quits. in your mind, you were begging him not to leave you like this. after everything you had been through together, he couldn't possibly walk away without saying anything.

but as the hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, the truth of the matter set in; you must move on to the next phase of your life without reaching a conclusion to the final chapter of your story. until the very end, jaemin couldn't find the words to cut the ties that bound you. instead, he chose the easy way out, one that was hard only for you, leaving behind a heartbreak that time alone couldn't mend and abandoning you to tend to the pieces of your shattered self.

you were left with no choice but to miss him for the rest of your life, each passing moment a reminder of the void he left behind.

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mouschiwrites · 6 months

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HI POOKS!! So like this idea popped into my head so if it's alright with you could you do hc's for Ninjago where the ninja have a s/o who gets brain washed during a mission and is forced to fight their partner. (one of the ninja) To make it interesting, when the reader is brainwashed they say really hurtful things but the ninja have to keep it together because they know the reader doesn't mean it. At the end, when the reader is back to normal the ninja of that scenario tells the reader about everything(and what they said) and the reader feels guilty which leaves the ninja of that scenario telling them that it's fine and they're just happy the reader is safe. Hopefully that made sense thank you so much pookie!!❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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Anyway teehee here you go!!

Ninjago - Ninjas When You Get Brainwashed

Kai

When you attacked him, he thought you were just being playful

Bad timing, considering you were on a mission, but not exactly alarming

You guys love to play fight and banter, so it took him a minute to realize that something was wrong

It was the look in your eyes that gave you away; there was no humor, no affection, nothing but rage behind those e/c irises

"You hit like a toddler! And you look like one, too, with that stupid spiky hair!"

Kai felt his heart twist at each insult

Knowing that you weren’t joking around made the words lose their hilarity

It also made him hesitant to fight you back; he didn't want to exacerbate whatever was going on here

So he just tried his best to dodge, blocking the blows he wasn't quick enough to evade

He asked you what was wrong, but only received more degrading remarks in response

Your incessant attacks with no acknowledgment for anything he said or did clued him in on the true nature of your behavior

Realizing you were brainwashed, he refocused his energy to thinking of a way to snap you out of it

Only one idea came to his mind; it was stupid, it was risky considering you were trying to kill him, but it was all he had

He stopped dodging you, letting you lunge at his throat

As you dove in, he grabbed your collar and pulled you in for a kiss

At first he felt you resisting, but he held on, and gradually you melted into his touch

When you pulled away, the hatred in your eyes had disappeared

You put your hand over your mouth, disgusted at your actions

“Kai, I’m so sorry! I think I got brainwashed—I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Don’t worry about it, my flower. Nothing I haven’t seen from you before, right? I’m just happy you’re in your right mind again.”

You smirked at his remark, leaning in to peck his cheek

He took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles

“Come on, we’ve got a mission to finish.”

Jay

Jay shrieked when you pounced on him

He knew right away that something was wrong

You’d never do this; not to him

And the words you used… completely out of character

You and Jay were always sweet to each other, even when you were teasing

So your sudden barrage of insults and blows was much more than strange

Being a science fiction nerd, he guessed that you’d been brainwashed first try

He wasn’t serious when he thought of it at first, but he quickly realized that this was the only logical explanation

He couldn’t think of anything else that would cause you to act like this so suddenly

Mostly because he was preoccupied running from you and trying not to cry as you degraded him

He refused to lay a hand on you; no matter how brutish you were with him, he was determined not to hit back

So he just ran

Eventually you backed him into a corner

Your taunts were just getting annoying at this point—now that Jay had processed that it wasn’t really you, they just seemed redundant

You walked closer, slowly, talking all the while

"Tch, look at you... I can't believe I ever agreed to date you! Look at how pathetic you are!"

Jay’s hands balled into fists as he only got angrier

When you got within range, his body moved on its own

He clocked you on the side of the head, hard

You stumbled to the ground, and Jay gasped as he realized what he had done

“Y/n! Y/n, are you okay? Oh my stars, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“…Jay? Oof, what ha… oh. Oh no. Jay, honey, I’m the one who should be apologizing! I didn’t mean any of that! Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?”

You brought yourself up to a sitting position, cupping Jay’s face in your hands and examining it with concern

You knew that he could be sensitive, and considering what you just did… you were on the verge of panicking

He just closed his eyes, leaning into your touch with a soft smile

“I didn’t listen. I knew it wasn’t you. You’d never do that to me. I’m so glad you’re back, Y/n.”

Cole

Your relationship with Cole is fairly stable; you rarely have disputes because you're both pretty easygoing, which means you're willing to accommodate/compromise before any conflict arises

The minute you attacked him, screaming hurtful words, he knew that something was up

He tried asking what was wrong, but only got a kick to the shin in response

Luckily he’s a pretty sturdy guy, so he stood his ground, blocking your attacks while trying to speak to you

“Y/n! Just—ow—tell me what’s wrong!”

He was really trying to be patient with you, but it was a little difficult with each new soon-to-be bruise planted on his body

His waning patience combined with the knowledge that you were on a mission eventually motivated him to restrain you

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pinning your arms to your sides and lifting you off the ground

“Let me go, you… piggish brute! You unlovable barbarian! Release me!!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!”

He squeezed tighter with every insult, eventually forcing the breath out of your lungs

You went quiet for a few moments, and that’s when he finally decided to put you down

You stumbled, having almost just fainted, but he caught you in his arms

With your body in his lap, Cole brushed a strand of hair away from your face

“Can you please tell me what’s going on now, my love?”

“Cole… I think I was brainwashed. I’m sorry, I… I can’t believe myself—”

“Not another word. That makes sense, actually. I’m just relieved that you weren’t mad at me or something. And I’m glad that you’re safe now, of course.”

He kissed your forehead, lifting you bridal style, making you giggle

He planted you on your feet and interlaced your fingers before nodding forward, urging you to follow him to complete your mission

Zane

You hadn't even said or done anything and Zane was able to detect that subtle difference

He didn't know what it was at first, so he prepared himself for anything as you ran at him

Judging your behavior, he quickly determined that you must've been brainwashed

The only trouble now was figuring out how to bring you back to reality

There were a hundred ways he could think of to un-brainwash someone... but which one would work?

"I don't know why I ever thought I could love you. You're a robot! You try to act human, but you'll never be like me. You'll never be enough for me."

This particular insult shook him out of his thoughts

The pain in his heart stunned him just long enough for you to pounce, pinning him to the ground

But as he fell, he reminded himself that this wasn't really you; the words that fell from your lips weren't your own

Now that pain bubbled into rage; you were being controlled, and you didn't deserve that

"Get. Out. Of. Their. Head!"

With a sudden burst of strength, Zane launched you off of him, switching your positions

Now, having you pinned, Zane glared into those hateful eyes

You entered a staring—no, glaring—contest

Gradually, as Zane squinted harder, gritted his teeth tighter, he saw your eyes soften

Eventually they fluttered shut for a moment, and when they opened again he knew you were back

His face immediately lit up, and he beamed at you

You smiled back as it all returned to your memory

"Thank you, Zane. I hope you know I didn't mean anything I said."

"Yes, yes. I'm only glad you're safe."

"Good. ...Uh, can you get off me now?"

Both blushing furiously, you scrambled to your feet

Zane awkwardly (but much to your relief) changed the subject by prompting you to return to your mission

Lloyd

You and Lloyd always talked things out when you had problems

You never took to petty insults during these talks, either

So when you came barreling at him, cursing him like an evil sorcerer, he knew something was up

At first he tried asking you what was wrong, but seeing that his words didn't register, focused instead on dodging your attacks

As he jumped around, avoiding your mechanically fast-paced blows, he noticed a strange look in your eye

It was as if a mask of hatred had been plastered on your face, and the real you was trapped behind it

Keep in mind this was a very slow realization; Lloyd had to divide his attention between dodging your hits, blocking out your words, and trying to figure out what was going on

In the time it took him to figure this out, you had worn yourself out quite a bit

Your breathing was heavy and ragged, and your form was becoming sluggish

Lloyd was losing energy too, but not quite as quickly

He decided to keep dodging until you wore yourself out

When your punches became slow and weak enough to bear, Lloyd stopped his agile movements and planted himself square in front of you

At this point, you were so tired that your punch to his chest was a mere touch, a brush of the knuckles against his green gi

"You... worthless... wannabe..."

He cupped your face, staring deep into your eyes, trying to get a glimpse of the real you inside

"Y/n."

The sound of your name stirred something in those dull, disdainful eyes

He said it again, softer now, and the mask broke

"Lloyd."

"Y/n. You're safe now. It's okay."

You slumped against him, murmuring apologies into his shoulder as he smoothed your hair

As much as he wanted to let you recover, he needed your help to finish the mission

He held out his elbow, earning a smirk from you as you placed your hand in the crook of it, allowing him to escort you forward

Nya

She was NOT having it

The very first insult you spat sent her into a rage almost rivaling yours

"Still can't believe they let a girl like you on the team. I mean, talk about a weak link!"

"Excuse me?!"

Her rage blinded her, and she fully engaged you in combat

You were both fighting with everything you had, making quite the commotion

Insults and fists flying, you'd never guess that you guys were actually dating

The thought occurred to Nya only after she had bested you, pinning you to the ground with her knee on the back of your neck

Still angry, she demanded to know why you did it

The fighting had disoriented you, shaking the effects of the brainwashing for just a second

"Nya, I... Gah! Get off me, brat!"

It was brief, but she saw you fighting to get out

Realizing at once what was going on, guilt flooded Nya's conscience

But she didn't let you go just yet

"Come on, Y/n! Fight it!"

"Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid—stupid brainwashing..!"

"Y/n? Is that you?"

"Yes. Yes, it's me. Oh, Nya, I'm so sorry..."

"I think we should both be a little sorry. I shouldn't have jumped you like that without thinking. But I'm glad you're back; you're a fighter."

You smiled at her when she offered her hand to help you up

Still holding her hand, you pulled her into a quick kiss

"We both are. Which reminds me... Shall we get back to the mission?"

Thanks for reading! And thanks to the sweet anon for this request! Take care loves <33

(divider by saradika)

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calibabii21 · 3 months

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|| desperate || j.ww

pairing: gamer!wonwoo x gf!reader

genre: smut

warnring(s): blowjob, very light face fucking, dirty talk, light degradation, masturbation (f)

wc: 571

n/a: here's a lil sumn sumn for mi bebe @jenoslutie, welcome to the diamond life nabs🤭

He’s been playing for hours- which is nothing new, of course, but his baritone mumbles of what his eyes caught paired with the nimbleness of his fingers has you in a state of restlessness. “No- no nO NO!!” his voice raises, though rather than alarming you, it further pushes you toward acting on the intruding thoughts. “Sorry you guys that was my fAULT??”

Looking down below the desk, Wonwoo reassures his fellow players everything is fine. As he adjusts his glasses he looks down at you, giving you nothing and expecting an explanation. But you, also, give him nothing. Only opting to go straight for what you want, pulling his less than semi hard cock out. You didn’t mind that he wasn’t fully erect, that’s part of the fun after all.

You hear the keys being clicked again as you stroke him, gently sucking him into your mouth. To your dismay, he doesn’t even react!! This is no longer just fun for you, but a challenge. There’s no way I’m losing to a damn game. You begin teasing his hardened dick with kitten licks and suckles on the tip, until he palms the back of your heady and forces himself down your throat.

“Take it.” The command could have not even been for you, but eager for the attention and initiative he took, you obey and attempt to take him in further. A raspy groan rumbles in his throat. When you moan against him, he looks down at you- one hand squeezing and massaging the nape of your neck while the other continues executing attacks on his monitor, “Does it taste good?”

Your nod in response causes his tip to rub against the grooves of the top of your mouth, eliciting a louder groan than before. “Fuck, I died.” He now holds your head between both of his hands and leans back in his chair, slightly thrusting into your mouth, “Look at you giving me your best support.” He lets his head fall back to rest against the seat, “So desperate for your mouth to be full, hm?”

The words calling you out, audible to even his online friends, makes you moan as you suck him with more intention. He looks down at you from a high position, with glasses resting on the edge of his nose, “Your pussy's so needy it couldn’t wait?” You squirm and speed up the circling of your fingers on your clit. He’s right. You couldn’t even wait until he finished to be touched.

Your desperation began to overflow as you insert two of your fingers into yourself and rock back and forth on them. His eyes watch you intently. Your hips grinding on your own hand as your mouth power sucked him. “I’m close baby.” There was nothing he needed to add. How he came- more like where he came, was entirely up to you.

Wanting him down your throat, you prepare a breath before gradually taking all of him- the feeling of your gulps and hums causing his seed to spill out. Your fingers curl as you, too, reach your peak and clumsily grind it out on your fingers. “Good, girl.” He wipes a few stray tears from your face before tucking himself back in and starting a new round of his game. “Give me ten more minutes.” All you can do is shake your head and make sure you have plenty of condoms ready.

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razorblade180-heated · 11 months

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A Talk

Jaune:Weiss, I would like to discuss something with you.

Weiss:*reading* I’m listening. You find another mission to take?

Jaune:Nah. I…wanted to talk about our sex life.

Weiss:….*slowly puts down book* What?

Jaune:We never really discuss it. We just go with the flow. Like if I’m satisfying you.

Weiss:*blushes* I promise you that I’ve never once faked a noise with you. Wait, am I slacking!?

Jaune:N- well…no. I wouldn’t say that.

Weiss:I don’t like that hesitation! What exactly does that mean.

Jaune:My hips have been getting a little tired.

Weiss:…Ah, I see. So you wanna do it less?

Jaune:Interesting how you’re not bringing out topping as a solution!

Weiss:Look! I…sigh it’s a little embarrassing at times.

Jaune:How is it any more embarrassing than anything else I do to you?

Weiss:*crimson* It’s hard to keep focus….

Jaune:*red* I don’t know how but you made that response kinda cute.

Weiss:Hush!

Jaune:Anyways, I didn’t start this conversation for that specifically. I wanted to know what other ways I could do better or try.

Weiss:What brought this on all of a sudden.

Jaune:To be honest, it’s still a little surreal you and I are together to begin with. *rubs head* I wanna do my best for you.

Weiss:(And he calls me cute…) First, I hope you realize I’m not the kind of person to lose interest just because the sex isn’t as phenomenal as it could be all the time, or even occasionally. There’s a thousand other reasons why I adore you Jaune Arc.

Jaune:That’s nice to hear. Not that I doubted there weren’t any. Still, I’d like to know you better. I won’t judge you.

Weiss:….*looks away* Well, I wouldn’t be upset if you were more aggressive or even strict. I’m not as delicate as I look; you know that.

Jaune:Aggressive how?

Weiss:You know…desire wise. I don’t mind if you’re a little impatient or brutish. *bright red* I could handle that just fine. *looks at him* You better actually give me advice too! It’s frustrating saying all of this.

Jaune:I like it when you’re honest.

Weiss:That’s even more embarrassing and frustrating!

Jaune:But you’re so beautiful when you’re like that. *smiles* It feels good knowing you’re loving it.

Weiss:Well you could also stand to be more confident, hmph! You literally have me in bed. Trust me, the difficult part is over. I can tell you overthink at times; though I guess that’s kept you alive in life.

Jaune:Anything in particular you wanted to…experiment with?

Weiss:Jaune!

Jaune:Like I said, won’t judge. I’m open to ideas.

Weiss could feel her face heating up. She slowly stepped toward Jaune and took his hand. Weiss raised it up for her cheek to rest in. Weiss looked at him with need as she gradually dragged his hand down to her neck to gently squeeze.

Weiss:I’m only going to say this once so you better pay attention.

Jaune:….

Weiss:…..Own me. Make me want to do nearly anything. I don’t need control; not when I’m safe with you.

Jaune:Weiss….

Weiss:I know that might sound a little much but-

Her heart leapt out of her chest as Jaune pulled her in quickly with a rough kiss that silenced her. His right arm kept her waist against his while his left held one of her wrist. A brief separation allowed her to catch her breath and clear head as he went back in for another.

Weiss:T-Timeout!

Jaune:Hmmm?

Weiss:Good start; amazing even. But I have to go to lunch in like fifteen minutes.

Jaune:Yang is always late.

Weiss:It’s with Winter.

Jaune:…That’s a little bit more serious. *rests head on her*

Weiss:Heh, sorry. What happened to this being a talk?

Jaune:I wasn’t expecting you to say something so…honest. How could I not want you right now?

Weiss:*flustered*…Well, we can pick up after I get back? Maybe try and show some of the things we’re interested in.

He was trying not to look pouty, which Weiss found adorable. His arms reluctantly left her body to both of their dismay. Weiss saw her blushing boyfriend lean back in. As she tilted her head up to meet his kiss, a tiny squeak left her lips when Jaune chose to bite the crook of her neck instead, gently kissing the newly made mark afterwards. Weiss instantly covered it, stunned from the surprise move as Jaune started to fix her collar and put her braid over her shoulders to cover it.

Jaune:Can’t say I entirely understand what you mean by “owning” but consider that proof you’re mine.

Weiss:…*inhales* Okay.

Weiss:*hurries out the door*

Jaune: *covers face* (Maybe that was too much?)

xxxxxxx

Weiss:(AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH) *reaches restaurant*

Winter:Weiss! *waves* Trying something new?

Weiss:Hm!?!

Winter:*points* Your hair.

Weiss:Oh, yeah. *inhales*…Yeah

#rwby #weiss schnee #jaune arc #winter schnee #rwby whiteknight

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meaispunk · 5 months

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(in your arms I find solace) — satoru g. ! angst + comfort

CONTENT ౨ৎ depressive themes⸝⸝doubt of self worth⸝⸝platonical best friends⸝⸝ brief of s2 spoilers

WORD COUNT ౨ৎ 1.8 k

satoru is tired, not the usual tiredness of a long day or dealing with curses, but just tired. every day seems the same. the routine starts to become too repetitive. wake up, go to mission, exorcise curses, go home and sleep. wake up, go to mission, exorcise curses, go home and sleep. wake up, wake up, think, stay in bed, and stare up at the ceiling lost in thought. he thought he could smile his pain away but you could see your best friend was losing an internal battle with himself.

he always brushes other people’s concerns and plays off whatever’s bothering him as a joke, he doesn’t want to burden them with his problems. they have enough on their plate so why should he add more to theirs? he’s the strongest, the strongest shouldn’t crumble down, be vulnerable talk about their problems, and become a burden.

he’s the strongest right? then why does it hurt so much? that’s how he found himself in your arms, “I feel terrible… almost empty” his voice small and barely auditable. your silence was oddly comforting, your solemn silence being a sort of comfort for Satoru’s troubled mind. “… I know” you whispered holding onto him, your voice matching his small one. “I know you are satoru..”

“wanna talk about it ?” the invitation was so warm and inviting, of course, he wanted to talk about it. he was to break down into your arms and cry about the void inside of him, how it’s all becoming so repetitive, how tired and exhausted his body is. he just wants to break down and never leave your arms, but he just can’t. something inside him is holding satoru back from saying he needs help and that he’s not fine, he never was.

he wanted to say something but just groaned in vexation burying his face into his pillow. his body was hot and slightly trembling, he was fighting back the urge to cry. you frown when nothing satoru’s trembling shoulders and the sharp inhale he takes to calm himself down. slowly yet gently you wrap your arms around his body pulling him into your arms, rubbing his back as well as placing a small kiss on his temple.

without saying a single word, he reached back to place his arm around his best friend in return — satoru tried to suppress his tears as he buried his head into your shoulder. the tension in his body gradually faded till he could finally rest and give in to his feelings. he silently cried, finally expressing the bottled-up emotions.

you held onto him tighter bringing your hand up to his hair, comforting him with small circles, and the other hand holding onto his back, both of your legs tangled up together. kissing his temple once again, resting your head on his, you whispered reassurance and comfort into his ear.

tears slowly stopped flowing as his emotions stabilized at a leisurely pace thanks to your comfort — he remained in the comfortable position, feeling a soothing sensation every time your fingers ran through his hair, lighting massaging his scalp — the warmth of your lips on his temple was a welcome distraction to him.

despite being comforted by your presence, satoru’s expression remained solemn. he turned his head to look at you, your foreheads touching with the tip of your noses facing each other. his gaze was full of affection, but also one that sought understanding. his ocean-colored eyes held so much depth, as if he’d been stuck with this void for a long time and carried that burden like a heavy rock.

satoru’s lips parted to release a sigh, "I want you to know..." he whispered staring into your eyes. “yes satoru? what is it ?” you asked while your own eyes were filled with understanding and warmth. "there’s so much that I want to tell you... I'm so tired of pretending that everything is alright." he paused for a moment before continuing," and.. I'm... so .. I’m lost.. all the time," he confessed, his voice was barely audible, even with you close to hear him. he continued, "I'm just... so sad. it’s all repetitive.. and I’m tired of it.”

gently lifting your hand to caress his cheek you shush him quietly, “shh … shh.. I’m here..” you kept your gaze on your best friend knowing he’s so close to breaking down again. after the events of riko, the fight with toji and losing suguru; not noticing his spiral, the village he burned, the blood he spilled, his other best friend was now gone and just a memory.

“I'm here for you, Satoru... I’m not going anywhere.” your voice was filled with reassurance hoping to ease his troubled thoughts and emotions. opening his eyes, his voice trembled, "I need you..." he was growing more vulnerable now his walls crumbling, he hesitated before uttering into his ear, "I don't want to lose you." while a tear ran down his cheeks as he spoke.

the white-haired teen was genuinely afraid of losing your friendship, especially after so many people already left his life. “promise me you'll stay with me ... even if everything goes wrong. promise me... we'll both be together.” his eyes were desperate, and his heart ached to want that reassurance from you.

slowly you lean up to kiss the tip of his nose and forehead before nodding, “always.. in the bad and good .. I’ll be by your side satoru” That was a promise between the two of you, in the comfort of each other’s arms and inside the room. satoru’s lips twitched before giving you a small smile. it was his turn to kiss you back as a thank you for the comfort, first, he started with your forehead, then went to the side kissing your left temple, both of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally one on your chin; “thank you..” he whispers out hugging you once more. he found solace in your arms and the promise you two made. together in the good and bad …

#. ( six eyes mark )#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen angst #satoru gojo angst #jjk angst

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oftenwantedafton · 4 months

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Night Shift - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Mike Schmidt x Female Reader

Chapter 2

Rating - Explicit

Warnings for dub con, graphic sexual content, bisexual characters

Also available on AO3

Your eyes stare sightlessly at the television screen, Mike’s voice a low rumble in the background.

“Babe, did you hear me?”

“I’m sorry.” You shake your head, your gaze focusing on the brunette seated next to you on the couch. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to go to the movies on Saturday.”

“Oh, yeah sure, that’d be great.” You smile distractedly, glancing down at Abby who’s lying on the floor on her stomach, coloring with crayons.

“You’re okay, right?” He repeats, his gaze following yours to his sister before he looks back at your face, the hand draped around your shoulder squeezing gently.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You’re not, but you don’t want to talk about it with Mike. After the incident at the pizzeria with the career counselor, you both have been very carefully avoiding the subject. You haven’t been intimate since, reluctant to trespass into that territory again after what had happened.

You know your boyfriend feels guilty but you don't blame him. It was a shitty position he’d been placed in; you could hardly expect him to give Abby up, or worse, be incarcerated. And you’d volunteered to help, after all.

The problem wasn’t that you were traumatized by the event; the issue was you couldn’t stop thinking about it because you’d enjoyed it far, far more than you should have been able to. The instant you start remembering the feel of Steve’s mouth on yours or—God help you, your pussy—you heart pounds and your cunt throbs. He’s so different from anyone you’ve ever been intimate with before. You like the dominance, the praise, the dirty talk and alternating rough and gentle touches. Mike is sweet and caring and you feel affectionate towards him, but you’d be lying if you said the older man hadn’t left a mark on you.

You struggle to remove him from your mind, snuggling closer to Mike. It was just because it was still recent. The memory would fade in time, surely.

Your eyes slide closed and you hear Steve’s voice rasping against your ear, imagining the feel his lips feather stroking along your throat, and you know it’s not going to be that simple.

***

You task yourself with cleaning the house after Mike leaves to drop Abby off at school, beginning with the breakfast dishes in the kitchen and then gradually moving from room to room, tidying up as you go. You lift a pair of his slacks from the bedroom floor and a small object flutters from one pocket, landing on the bedroom carpet.

You bend to pick it up, freezing when you realize what it is.

It’s a business card from the career counselor, his name, title, and phone number embossed in navy on an ivory background. You stare at the letters and numbers, heart pounding. It’s just a coincidence. You should toss it out, pretend you’ve never seen it.

If you change your mind about that offer, Mike knows where to find me.

Fuck. Now you know where to find him, too.

***

“I’m here to see Steve Raglan.”

The receptionist glances at you above the rim of her glasses. “Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but…”

“Then I’m afraid he won’t be able to see you. You’ll have to make an appointment and come back another time.”

“I can’t do that.” You’ll lose your nerve. It had taken so much just to make yourself come here today. “I’m certain that if he knew I was here, he’d want to see me.”

The older woman sighs, setting down her clipboard. “I’ll inquire, but I’m telling you it’s a waste of time.”

“Thank you.”

You follow her down a corridor until you see a door left open, the light from inside spilling invitingly into the hall.

The secretary knocks on the wooden slab, informing the man seated inside the office that there’s someone to see him.

You hear Raglan’s clipped, impatient tone as he snaps at her that he’s already booked solid with clients, his voice trailing off when you ease yourself inside the room, tucking neatly behind the other woman to get his attention.

“…Actually, yes, I have time for this one. Thank you. And close the door on your way out.”

She shakes her head, muttering but acquiesces, pulling the door closed behind her.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise.” Steve rocks back in the padded leather office chair, looking over the skirt and blouse you’ve chosen to wear. “Very pleasant.”

You rock uncertainly on your high heels, waiting to be invited further into the office. The room smells like coffee, the yellow shaded lighting making it feel cozy.

“Have a seat.”

You sit down on one of the mustard colored vinyl seats placed in front of his desk, folding your hands in your lap.

“Coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

“How’s Mike?” He lingers on the M in his name, his lips twitching in amusement around the sound.

Your breath hitches. “He’s fine. I don’t…I don’t really want to talk about him.”

The bearded man blinks, his thumb depressing the end of the ballpoint pen in his hand with a sharp click. “Why not?”

“I’m not here about him.”

“I didn’t say you were.” The pen clicks again.

“I can’t stop thinking about what happened.” The words come out in a rush.

“And?” His flat expression disarms you, and, quite frankly, irritates you.

“And…nothing.”

He clicks the pen again. “Well, if that’s all, thanks for stopping by. If you’ll excuse me, I do have paperwork and another client coming in soon.” He scrawls a signature and turns the page, repeating the process.

You stare at him in disbelief. “That’s it? You have nothing else to say to me?”

“Nothing in particular, no.” He’s still focused on the paperwork in front of him.

You rise, smoothing your skirt, glaring at the seated figure.

“Why don’t you just say what’s really on your mind instead of staring.” He reaches up and pulls off his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose. “What else do you do besides think about it?”

You hesitate. “I…I don’t know what you mean.”

He sighs heavily, replacing his glasses. “You’re disappointing me. And wasting my time.” The pen clicks again, over and over in rapid succession while he meets your gaze.

Something about the sound infuriates you. “Will you stop that?!” You step around the desk and rip it from his fingers, tossing it across the desk.

He swivels the chair so his body faces you and you can’t help but look at those long legs, the way the pants strain over his thighs, your eyes veering shyly when your gaze nears his crotch area. “What else do you do besides think about it?” He repeats the question from earlier, his voice rough gravel.

“I touch myself.” You close your eyes, too ashamed to see his expression after this admission.

“There it is.” You hear him stand, your eyes fluttering open to find him towering next to you. Your body is instantly aflame, quivering, willing him to make some sort of contact. You’ll burn from that touch, you know it, but you still want it so badly.

“Please don’t tell Mike I said that. I don’t…I don’t want to hurt him. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“There’s a price to pay for silence. You should know that better than anyone.” His breath is hot as he bends to your ear to whisper.

“I know.”

“I was gentle with you the other night. I let you cum twice. I’m not going to be so lenient next time.”

You swallow and nod, trembling with anticipation of his next touch.

But it never arrives. The warmth against your face vanishes and you hear the chair creak as he sits back down.

Your mouth falls open, surprised.

“What? You’re acting like you’re entitled to something. You’re not.” He smirks. “You’re going to beg before I touch you again.”

“You arrogant prick. You can go fuck yourself.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What’s that? You want me to give Mike a call? Or better yet, the owner?”

You bite your tongue, remaining silent.

“That’s better.” He folds his hands and rests his chin on them.

You hate how pretty they are; how long and elegant those fingers that have violated you and taken you apart are; detest how much you wish he’d drive them inside of you right now, cheeks flushing at the thought of bending over his desk.

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? I can read you like an open book.”

“Get fucked.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he replies, with a soft chuckle.

You hate this sound too; hate how his rough, nasally voice chafes your core, igniting you.

“So when are you and Mike going out again? I’m sure you’ve made plans for the weekend by now.”

Your eyes narrow. “Why?”

“I’d like to tag along. Or, you know, ‘accidentally’ run into you.” He draws the air quotes, cheeks dimpling when he sees your reaction.

“Absolutely not. I told you I don’t want Mike involved.”

“You’re forgetting he’s already involved. You don’t get to dictate how this plays out. You’re not in control of the situation here, sweetheart.” His hand reaches for the receiver and you chew your bottom lip.

“We’re going to the movies Saturday night. 9 o’clock show,” you mumble grudgingly.

“Aww, how romantic. A dark theater sounds positively delightful.” His fingers hesitate over the phone until you tell him the theater name and what movie you’re attending. “See? Was that so difficult?” He rocks back in his chair, grinning. “I’ll see you both then.”

***

Time seems to slow to a crawl as you both long for and fear what will happen on Saturday night.

It eventually arrives and you take your time getting ready, admiring your reflection in the mirror when you slip into your new lingerie. You refuse to admit you’d purchased it just to impress Raglan, insisting it’s for Mike. The v neck black top clings flatteringly to your figure, just long enough to kiss the waistband of your matching skirt. Your hand shakes when you attempt to apply your makeup and you force yourself to regulate your breathing, trying to blot out the image of the older man on his knees in front of you.

“Wow. You look amazing.” Mike smiles appreciatively when you exit your apartment a half hour later and slide into the passenger seat of his rusted sedan. You brush your lips against his cheek, wiping off the lipgloss smudge apologetically before indicating you’re ready to leave.

You arrive at an old fashioned movie house, less popular than the more modern theaters with the higher tech sound and picture quality but you don’t mind, both relieved and anxious to find the room devoid of any other patrons.

“Looks like we have the place to ourselves. Where do you want to sit?”

“Um…I don’t know, I’ve always felt more comfortable being in the back.” You point to a row of four seats clustered to the right of the entryway and he nods, sliding into the seat nearest to the wall and you tuck in beside him. Mike becomes occupied with popcorn and soda and you lose track of the conversation, your eyes darting to the doorway frequently, hoping it isn’t too obvious.

The lights dim and a sequence of movie trailers begins. You squirm restlessly in your seat, wondering if Steve is going to fuck with you and not show up. It sounds like the kind of thing he’d enjoy; getting you all worked up and then failing to show.

You’ve just about convinced yourself that this is the case when a tall figure enters the room, momentarily letting in some light from the hallway into the darkened theater.

You immediately look away, eyes locking onto the screen. You can smell Steve from here, emanating from whatever fragrance he’s splashed on his throat, feeling heat waft from him as he settles next to you.

“Well isn’t this a coincidence,” he murmurs.

Mike glances over, the fingers clutching a cluster of popcorn kernels instantly freezing. “Oh, fuck no.”

“Hi Mike,” he greets cheerfully, his eyes pulling yours towards him, his voice dropping an octave. “Hi, honey. So nice to see you again.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What are you doing here?”

“Catching a flick?” He answers without even sparing your boyfriend or the screen another glance, his gaze tracing your body. “You look gorgeous.”

“Listen, fucking sit somewhere else. I’m not dealing with this bullshit again,” Mike growls, jostling the waxed paper cup slotted in the cup holder as he leans across you towards the older man, spilling some soda over the sides.

“I’m perfectly comfortable here. And furthermore, I have every right to stay. This is a public building, Mike.”

“Yeah okay, fuck this, we’re leaving. Come on.” He gestures for you to stand, rising to his feet.

“Sit back down.” Any trace of amusement evaporates.

“Excuse me?”

“Sit…the fuck…back down.” He emphasizes each word, his tone instantly halting Mike mid motion. “Unless maybe you want to lose custody of your sister.”

“We’re not doing this again,” Mike hisses.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just here to watch a movie. Isn’t that why you’re here, sweetheart?”

Your mouth goes dry. You nod woodenly, willing Mike to sit back down before he gets hurt or does something he regrets. You touch your boyfriend’s forearm, braced on the seat in front of him for balance, a silent warning signal that he grumbles over but ultimately surrenders to, pushing the folded seat down and sliding back into place.

“Excellent. I’m sure the trailers will be done soon and we’ll be able to enjoy the film.”

The young man’s arm curls around your shoulders protectively, pulling you further away from Raglan.

True to the older man’s prediction, the movie trailers eventually finish and the opening credits flash across the screen. Your heart slams against your chest and you already feel the familiar tingling ache between your legs. All you can smell is the job advisor, his scent both cloying and hypnotic, his counterpart’s protective touch further heightening your frustration at not being pressed closer to him.

Steve casually places a hand on the knee closest to him, quickly gathering the hem and sliding slowly upward, his attention seemingly still focused on the images on the screen but you know better. Mike notices, already reaching to remove his hand when the career counselor’s head pivots, the pale eyes behind the glasses glaring. “Abby?”

The name instantly makes your boyfriend rock back, the reaching hand wiltering in defeat.

“That’s what I thought.” He switches hands, turning so he faces you, growling appreciatively when he makes contact with the lace fabric of your panties. You whimper when his fingers deftly slide beneath the waistband, stroking past your sensitive button and streaking through your slick. “She’s so fucking wet already, Mike.” His voice is low but not so faint he can’t be heard over the volume of the film. The security guard’s jaw clenches. “Have a feel for yourself.”

The younger man drags a hand through his hair, clearly agonized.

“She can handle a couple of fingers at the very least. After all, she stretched pretty well around my cock.” He withdraws his saturated fingers and sucks them slowly. “Go ahead, Mike. I’ll let you go first.”

“I fucking hate you so much.” Mike ignores the grin Steve offers him in reply, turning your face to his. “I’m sorry…” His hand snakes beneath your skirt and the material clinging damply to your cunt, easing one finger inside of you.

“Give me a kiss, sweetheart.” You turn away from your boyfriend, your mouth parting for Steve’s tongue obediently. The older man’s hand returns to your body, adding another finger to your drooling canal.

You moan into Steve’s mouth, the feeling of both men’s fingers advancing and retreating making you sloppy wet. You’re spilling more fluids over their fingers, your hips driving you back over them each time they attempt to withdraw, eager for more contact, desperate to be violated again. Your head snaps back when you feel a third finger inserted, not even sure who it belongs to.

“Stick out your tongue,” the career counselor instructs, the fingers of his unoccupied hand knotting in the hair you had so carefully arranged earlier, tugging your head back further. He spits on the offered muscle, a thick wad of saliva pooling against pink flesh. “Don’t move.” He glances at Mike. “Suck it.”

Your boyfriend hesitates but obeys, his lips capturing your tongue and sucking the fluid off of it. You don’t even remember reaching for both men’s cocks, massaging both clothed erections simultaneously.

Mike’s tongue is still sliding across yours when you feel Steve’s stab back in from the corner of your mouth impatiently, colliding with the younger man’s. Your boyfriend instantly withdraws but Steve releases his grip on you and traps the other man instead, clutching the closed cropped mane of brown hair and invading his mouth. Mike struggles, protesting at first, attempting to pull away, finally resorting to biting to attempt to get the older man to stop but it only encourages him. You can see the moment the younger man surrenders, the features displayed right in front your own face with the illuminated screen providing a contrasting blend of light and shadow. You hear your younger lover moan and the fact that he’s enjoying the kiss makes you lose it and you cum, gushing over the fingers spearing your sex.

The two men break apart, gasping. “Christ,” Mike curses, startled when Steve frees his hand from your panties and thrusts the fingers inside of his mouth. He doesn’t even need to guide him to the next perverse action, Mike immediately lapping at the offering, lips tightening around the pairing, sucking and sliding over the digits in a mock blow job.

“Switch seats with me,” Steve orders against your ear and you comply, your body pressing tightly against his as you make the swap.

He’s scarcely seated before he begins working on his belt, unfastening his pants and pulling out his cock. You hadn’t really gotten to admire it last time given how you were positioned, and now you’re unable to take your eyes off of it, appreciating the length and girth of it, tracing the patterns of veins and the fat crown oozing a thick drop of precum.

Your mouth waters, jealous when Steve guides Mike’s mouth towards it first. You’d had no idea your boyfriend was bi; if this was something he’d always secretly desired or if it was just some wild obscenity that Steve seemed to bring out of both of you, completely senseless in the heat of the moment.

If he resists the guidance, you can’t discern it, staring fascinated as the young man’s mouth engulfs the older one’s erection. He keeps a hand knotted in Mike’s hair, raising his hips slightly and you thrill at the moist sound when he collides with the back of Mike’s throat. Your pussy throbs, the recent orgasm already fading, your body becoming ready for another round.

“Don’t be rude. Share with your girlfriend.” He pulls Mike off his dick and gestures for you to take a taste. You dive down, licking the tip and teasing along the shaft before you swallow him. He threads his other hand through your hair, alternating between the two of you, letting one work his cock and then pulling a head back to allow the other to suck. Steve’s knees are mashing against the back of the seat in front of him, the long limbs far too much real estate for the narrow space but he’s seemingly oblivious to the bruising he’s enduring, sliding down further in his own seat, hips snapping up lazily, enjoying the feeling of two mouths warring for his prick’s attention.

His fingers relax their grips and you’re both free to move on your own, not that you need any further guidance. He uses one to unfasten the button of Mike’s jeans, dragging the zipper down and shoving his fingers into his boxer briefs, expertly manipulating the guard’s leaking cock, making him moan over the other man’s dick. The other finds your sopping wet cunt again, curling around your flesh and punching inside. You leave Mike to finish Steve’s cock, grabbing his tie and tugging his mouth back to yours.

The career counselor’s hips grind his cock deeper into Mike’s throat and he cums, spilling hot seed on his tongue. The younger man’s cock surrenders to Steve’s ministrations and he explodes, dumping an impressive load of thick sperm over the older man’s hand.

“Cum,” the older man commands beside the corner of your mouth and you shudder, muscles tightening and spasming over his probing digits, waves of pleasure wracking your body.

He continues kissing you, no longer frantic, gently placing his lips on your forehead and then straightens up in his seat, adjusting his clothing. Mike is slouched beside him, just staring at you, his breathing still hoarse. His lips look swollen and there’s a trail of saliva and cum leaking from one edge of his mouth.

“Well, that was enjoyable. We’ll have to do this again sometime. You know, for your sister’s sake,” Steve grins wickedly at the younger man, then pats the knee still exposed by your hiked up skirt, indicating you should move so he can exit the theater.

He glances at the screen briefly while you adjust your disheveled garments, standing shakily in the narrow aisle. His hands steady you as he brushes against you, unable to resist stealing one final kiss, his lips heavy beside your ear. “See you soon, honey.”

Then the older man is gone, the doors swinging back and forth with his passing until they eventually settle back together, leaving you and Mike staring at each other speechlessly.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x reader #fnaf fanfic #fnaf movie #steve raglan #william afton #mike schmidt

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 1 year

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Grishaverse characters rated on my opinion of their ability to pull off an earring/earrings

Kaz - 5/10 I feel like he’d look good with one earring, he loses points because I don’t think he could pull off gold only silver, and also just because he could pull it off doesn’t mean I think he’d get one

Inej - 8/10 yeah I can see her with two small studs, probably has some big, gorgeous traditional Suli earrings somewhere that she doesn’t wear in Ketterdam but looks amazing in, can’t decide if she’d look better in silver or gold

Nina - 9/10 she defo has her ears pierced, this is a woman that can freely switch between silver and gold and they both work with anything she wears, feel like she’d be into big earrings because she doesn’t have to be in too close proximity to fight so they wouldn’t be in her way

Matthias - 3/10 he could maybe pull it off but I just can’t see it, I love him but no

Wylan - 4/10 same as Kaz in that I think he could maybe do it but he would choose not to, he would only wear gold, I think he’d have one in each ear, but yeah I just can’t quite see it

Jesper - 11/10 man has multiple in each ear, he can switch between silver and gold but I reckon mostly gold, and honestly I thought for a while that him having a piercing was canon but apparently I was wrong so there you go

Zoya - 9/10 she can totally pull off multiple piercings, silver more than gold but that’s fine cause it goes with her Kefta, starts gradually wearing more traditional Suli earrings over time, but also probably has one of those cool chains from the cuff to the lobe (I love those)

Genya - 10/10 defo has piercings, I think gold, let’s face it she just suits everything

Alina - 7/10 I can see her wearing one lil gold stud in each ear, probably in a cute shape, only loses points because she’d only ever wear the same pair and that just seems like a rejection of potential

Nikolai - 10/10 I just KNOW he has at least one piercing, I get the vibes of him having two or three in one ear but none in the other, and they’re defo gold

David - 4/10 I can’t see it, but if he did it’d be one silver stud, I don’t think he would though it just doesn’t match his vibe for me

Tamar - 8/10 massive gold hoops, gorgeous, she pulls them off perfectly, like she does literally anything

Kuwei - 5/10 it’s a maybe, but if he did they’d be gold

Tolya - 6/10 I can see him with one piercing, probably a small gold hoop, I’m open to it but I’m not 100% convinced

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fruityfroggy · 5 days

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I don’t know what I’m doing but FUCK IT *chucks oc x canon fanfic into the distance*

Warmth Amidst the Rain

- A hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on in these dark moments of mine. I didn’t know I needed you more than ever.

Pairing: Lilya x Verdigris

Word Count: 795 (apparently)

A/N: This is my first fanfic, so it’s not the best. Read this as self insert if you want. I’m also bad at dialogue writing (and decided to write most of this at 2am), so bear with me if you can, okay? Anyways, I think this counts as light angst, since the actual angst supposedly happened in the scene before the stuff that takes place here. Sort of a more vulnerable side of their dynamic, y’know?

Rain. It just doesn’t quite sound right when it’s gradually starting to ascend from the damp ground in droplets. It was growing eerily quieter with each passing minute, with small, plopping sounds echoing wherever she went.

That was what worried Lilya, as she rushed down the rippling sidewalk. She had to find Verdigris soon, the sand of time is growing uncomfortably shallow now.

After a few moments of searching, the muttering of a familiar voice in the distance snapped her out of her thoughts, just in time for her to notice a figure by the edge of the forest nearby.

“Mantén esto a salvo por mí... por favor, Berillus…”

Lilya instantly dashed in the figure’s direction, a slight breath of relief escaping her as she skidded to a halt behind the woman she was looking for. But concern clouded her mind the second she got a closer look at her. She sensed that something was wrong. Very wrong.

Verdigris’ hair and clothes were drenched with rain water, clinging tightly to her skin as she looked down at something in her hands. Flinching momentarily with uneven breaths, it was as if she was a blighted flower in the wind. It was clear that she was indeed, out here this entire time.

Lilya wanted so badly to kick herself in that moment for not noticing her disappearance sooner, but it wasn’t the time for that. Instead, she carefully placed a hand on the brunette’s shoulder. She felt freezing cold to the touch at that point.

“Verdigris…” There was a beat of silence between the two, the sound rain filling the air around them. She didn’t know what else to say. Lilya’s never really comforted anyone that often, but she wanted to comfort her. Effectively.

“Victor…” Verdigris finally spoke up, but her words came out hoarsely. “He’s gone…they’re all gone now…leaving only pieces of them behind…inanimate pieces…” She didn’t look up from her hands, but Lilya could feel a sense of loneliness and melancholy without even seeing her face. “I’m sorry…he was a good man…” she replied gently. No, no, but that wasn’t good enough of a response, was it?

Suddenly, she remembered the rain-soaked sleeve against her fingertips. A bit hurriedly, Lilya took off her jacket and wrapped it around the arcanist in front of her, giving her shoulders a light squeeze before reluctantly letting go.

Verdigris immediately turned to look back at her, her usual “concerned expression” tainted with something more…sorrowful that she’s trying to bite back. “Lilya, don’t be like this. I’m going to get your clothes wet. You really don’t need to-“

“Shhhh…” the pilot shut down her worries for a moment. She took off her gloves and stuffed them in her pocket, before carefully shifting the hair from Verdigris’ face and wiping away her tears. “I’ll be fine, Verdie. You need this more than me. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, alright?”

Her hands were warm on Verdigris’ face like a beam of sunlight cutting through the dark clouds. She instinctively held onto them with her own hands in hopes of holding that warmth even closer to her. “Am I not cold against your skin? Aren’t you uncomfortable holding me like this?” Verdigris asked softly. “No,” Lilya replied like it was a very obvious thing. “I’m comfortable as long as you’re alright. I…we can’t lose you, okay? It can’t be you…”

Something about those words had struck Verdigris harder than expected, and tears started to well up in her eyes again. She let go of Lilya’s hands and pulled her into a tight embrace, receiving a small surprised gasp in return.

“Вы слишком добры ко мне... как мне заслужить..... все это?”

It was too hard to hold it in anymore, it’s unclear how long it’s been there all these years. But Verdigris couldn’t help but break down in tears against the pilot’s chest in that moment. She’s said those words before, but she’s never been on the receiving end of it, and that felt very different.

Her trembling body felt so delicate in Lilya’s arms, scarily delicate. In that moment, it felt as if one wrong move could shatter the brunette completely. So she held her gently, wanting to hold her tighter, but deciding against it. She lightly caressed her the back of her head comfortingly. “Не волнуйся, я здесь... я всегда буду рядом, когда тебе это понадобится... все будет хорошо, дорогая…” she cooed.

Amidst her blurred vision, Verdigris felt herself being lifted, a firm but warm grip on the side of her knee and shoulder. Was she a child again? Being held and carried home by her father…like old times? It was hard to tell in that moment, but all she heard was “Hold onto me. We’ll be safe soon, солнышко”.

#Lilygris nonsense✌️yuh #dividers are by cafekitune #maybe went a little wild with the dividers cuz they’re pretty #I don’t read enough fanfiction to write this sort of thing #and did I read more to take inspo?#no #we’re winging it as usual #I definitely didn’t project my lack of comforting skills but still having the desire to comfort the people I love trait onto Lilya a little #it was also definitely not a tactic to avoid having to write much dialogue either #oc x canon #verdigris r1999 #I’m not tagging her cuz I’m scared #Lilygris nonsense

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artiststarme · 1 year

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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Feeling a little evil for this one. I'm sorry guys (but also not really). Warning for migraines and a minor panic attack. Enjoy the angst!

I think I tagged everybody that wanted to be tagged. If you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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Steve missed home and he missed working with Robin. It was a busy Monday morning at the coffee shop and he had served many an unhappy patron. If he were working a shift at Family Video, Robin would have noticed his shaky fingers and squinted eyes as signs of an oncoming migraine. She would have ushered him into the back room for a nap or sent him home early while he could still drive to rest. But he was in Chicago and Robin wasn’t here. She didn’t even know where he was. So, he tried to ignore the pounding in his skull and the gradual feeling of losing control over his own body as the migraine crept in and threatened to hit him full force.

Betty, his boss and the owner of the shop, noticed him struggling with even the most simple of orders and questioned him in her firm but gentle cadence. Steve admitted to getting migraines due to some head trauma over the years and told her that he was fine to do his job. He saw her discreetly glance to the scar circling his throat and then to the growing line of customers over his shoulder. He doesn’t know what kind of conclusion the kind, old woman came to but with a determined nod, she gracefully shoved him away from the brutish horde and into the back bakery. For the remainder of his shift, he pulled the decadent pastries from the oven and watched muffins settle on cooling racks. Even with the dings of the oven sending troves of pain through his head, Steve felt safe and peaceful in the kitchen surrounded by warmth and the smells of baked goods.

Meanwhile, Betty and the other barista that Steve didn’t remember the name of dealt with the horde of customers ordering coffees and pastries. Betty didn’t mind helping Steve on one of his very clearly rough days. When she had seen him sitting at the counter near the window perusing Help Wanted ads with a scar blemishing his throat and a fearful look in his eye, she knew she had wanted to help him. She herself had once been a terrified youngster all alone in a big city. When he told her about looking for a new job and place to live after leaving his parents’ house, she had read between the lines. She had somewhat-incorrectly assumed that his parents were abusive and had kicked him out for being gay. Who someone loved never mattered to her and she hired him on the spot. Who wouldn’t hire the kind-eyed and soft spoken boy wearing a polo unironically in a coffee shop downtown?

Once the rush had settled, she took her break and helped maneuver Steve into the unit she rented him upstairs. She settled the boy in his second-hand bed and placed a cup of water and a Tylenol next to him on the nightstand she had gifted him. Betty glimpsed at him in sadness before going back to the shop. She would check on him tomorrow morning.

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Unfortunately, it wasn’t unusual for nightmares to accompany his migraines.

Steve was torn from sleepiness with a nightmare so brutal, Eddie’s bloody form was still stained on his brain even with his eyes open. Steve panted and choked off a shout as his arms flailed and his feet tripped in the blankets. He didn’t even recognize that he was stumbling to the phone in the small kitchen until he was brought back to awareness with a groggy, “Hello?” coming from the phone.

“Hello?” The voice asked again. “If this is a prank call at 3:32 in the fucking morning, I’m gonna…”

“Eddie?” Steve whispered.

“Steve? Steve! Are you okay?” Eddie shrieked loudly and full of concern.

It registered to Steve that it was too early in the morning to call someone, much less someone who didn’t like him. Shit, he shouldn’t have called. As if any of the Party needed more ammunition to use against him. But he always felt a little more vulnerable and alone while in the denouement of a migraine so he supposed it could be forgiven this once.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called. Eddie, I’m sorry. I’m gonna go…” Steve said and made a move to place the phone back in its cradle.

“NO! No, no, no Stevie, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Eddie practically screamed into the receiver, his voice pitchy and shrill.

Steve sighed. If Eddie was keeping him on the phone to talk, surely he wouldn’t mind a few moments? “I had a nightmare and wanted to make sure you were still… okay. I’m sorry for bothering you. I didn’t realize what time it was.”

Eddie breathed in a sigh of relief and, unknowingly to Steve, placed a hand against his chest to calm the concerned fluttering of his heart. “That’s good, that’s alright. You find a place, then?”

Steve nodded his head before realizing that Eddie wouldn’t be able to see it. “Yeah, my new boss is letting me rent out the apartment above the coffee shop. It’s a nice place, I like it.”

“Good. Um, we went to your place to talk to your mom today. Her and your dad went on another business trip. They didn’t seem too concerned with finding where you went, the assholes. So we-”

Yeah, Steve did not want to talk about his hasty exit from Hawkins or his current whereabouts, especially to the guy that initially instigated everything. He angrily huffed into the phone, “I don’t want to talk about that. If you’re just going to keep-“

Eddie backpedaled, “hey, hey, hey, Harrington. We don’t have to talk about that. Do you want to hear about the campaign I’m planning for the kids?”

Steve let out a breath of relief, he could do that. “Yeah man, tell me about your nerd game.”

They spent the next hour near their phones. Both of them sat on their kitchen floors, phone in the crook of their shoulder. One nodding off and the other spouting unintelligible nonsense about an upcoming DnD campaign.

Once Eddie was out of details to add, he stuttered. “H-Harrington? Can you call me later today, please? I won’t ask where you are anymore. We can just talk. Please?”

Steve woke slightly from his dozing state at the pleading tone. Maybe it would be good to talk to someone, even one that disliked him at best. He was getting so lonely and Eddie was offering. Well, Steve wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Sure man, I’ll call you later.”

Eddie let out a huff of relieved laughter, “Cool, I’ll talk to you soon then Harrington.”

Steve nodded, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight Stevie.”

If Wayne walked into the kitchen after his shift to find Eddie sleeping on the floor with the phone cord still wrapped around his finger, no one else had to know.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20: Epilogue

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#yep I gave steve gay vibes and I don't regret it #steve finally called Eddie! we're getting somewhere #are you guys okay? all the comments say you're sobbing and i'm concerned #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steddie #fanfic #I still hate writing dialogue

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hrokkall · 2 years

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As autumn colors fall...

Week III: Crossover [x]

(Concepts + bonus sketches under the cut)

I had a LOT in my brain on this one but I’ve been busy pretty much all week. I highly doubt I’m the first to have this idea but hey, here’s my take on it at least.

Leshy takes the role of the Beast. He’s a lot more “neutral” than the Beast we see in OGTW canon, but is motivated by self-preservation all the same. Not so much in terms of living forever, I don’t think he can really “die” in this AU because he sort of embodies the Unknown as much as it embodies him (he’d still be there, but would be without a physical form... not really ideal). But he definitely wants things to stay the way they are, which was going just fine until Luke Carder decided to waltz in and “help”.

On the topic of Luke, he’s pretty much the same as in canon. Maybe he originally had a Halloween costume like the brothers do in the show, but chances are it was either some last-minute “pun” costume or something equally simple and Horribly impractical to run around the woods in (i.e. a sheet ghost), so he loses it pretty early on, leading him to stick out like a sore thumb in the otherwise lost-in-an-antique-shop feel the Unknown seems to have. I’m not sure how he got there—didn’t think that far ahead—but we’ll go with he was lured there (for whatever reason) under the pretense that he’d finally get closure regarding his sister’s death. (He’s not going to, of course—at least not literally, the Unknown isn’t really an afterlife, more of just a “crossing over”—but let him keep thinking that).

That’s all well and good for Leshy; depressing, sure, but he can just subtly shift the trees to redirect Luke’s ass home before he starts inadvertently causing trouble by prodding around (though he can keep him around for a little bit, at least. Just to see what he does, not to trap him forever; he doesn’t exactly have a lot of company in the Unknown that aren’t immediately deterred by his presence). That is, until he stumbles across a group of animals pleading for help only an outsider can give and Leshy’s plan immediately begins to crumble.

The other Scrybes pretty much serve the same role as they do in Act 1 as talking cards, or otherwise fill the same niche as Beatrice in OGTW proper. They weren’t originally animals, but they weren’t human either like Beatrice was. Instead, they were cursed by Leshy (who wasn’t too keen on continuing to share his forest with a gaggle of other supernaturally-inclined assholes) and his Woodsmen to take on their current forms. I can’t see them having been traveling together all this time, so they all individually come to Luke desperate for help and are thrilled (/s) to see the other two have done the same. But hey, they’re pretty desperate for a way out and the previous human who came through actively made things worse for them, so it’s pretty much a last-ditch effort at this point. Cue hijinks.

The previous outsider to pass through was, of course, Kaycee, who arrived in the Unknown via near death experience like OGTW canon seems to imply. Being in the Unknown for long periods of time (assuming you’re not just born there) isn’t kind to the human body; if they don’t immediately start sprouting branches, one can expect lowered body temperature, a slowed pulse, gradually not needing to blink or sleep or eat... just generally weird shit that can’t be healthy. Kaycee’s been through all of that and then some; it’s a stretch to say she’s still alive, really. She’s not really the Woodsman; she opted to befriend the beast instead and now they’re pretty much inseparable (both because they’re genuinely buddies and because it’s mutually beneficial: Leshy ensures she’s not completely consumed by the Unknown, and Kaycee ensures Leshy gets to keep his form by bringing him animals and whatnot. Win for both parties). I’d imagine she’s also the only one who refers to him as just “Leshy” and not some sort of intimidating alias (Stoat, Stinkbug, and Wolf excluded, all of which only use his name when they’re being petty).

The lantern is more of just a thematic convenience here, it’s not actually tied to Leshy’s being. Instead, he has his camera: taking pictures of creatures (or people) with it traps their own life force within the film and therefore allows him to persist for longer. The pictures themselves don’t really do anything special, nor does getting rid of them, but Kaycee probably has a room where she develops pictures anyway, if for no other reason than Luke stumbling into a room lined wall to wall with antique photographs and asking his animal companions to find themselves would be both nerve-racking and a little humorous.

Kaycee is the only other person allowed to use the camera; a little bit of a weak point for Beast!Leshy. Sure, she’s strong too (she lives in the woods mostly on her own, carries an axe, and just generally has had a ton of time to train herself up) but not nearly as much as someone who can quite literally command the trees to kill you. Probably Luke’s best chance to defeat Leshy would be to go through Kaycee, assuming he goes that route (probably not... I don’t know how this AU would “end” though).

Again, Stoat, Stinkbug, and Wolf weren’t human + are similarly unkillable so they’re a little bit of a special case. Getting their visages captured just weakened them, allowing someone else to finish the job and solidify their respective “curses”. To return them to normal... it’s also kind of a Beatrice situation, giving Luke plenty of room to run around the forest in a wild goose chase. Stunted Wolf needs his other eye back, Stinkbug needs her wings plucked, and Stoat... I don’t know what Luke needs to do with those wire cutters, but he’ll figure it out (snip its whiskers, maybe?) He waits to get all three back before returning them to normal, both out of equity (much to their disdain and/or relief) and because... honestly, I don’t think he trusts them 100%. They may be tiny, but these guys clearly still have some sort of ulterior motive, even Luke isn’t blind to that.

Anyway that’s all I’ve got. I guarantee I missed something though. Feel free to send an ask if there’s any glaring issues/places that just need elaboration (or I might add on later unprompted anyway if I have the time). Thanks for reading my massive text walls; here’s a Stoat with my favorite Beatrice line.

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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another warprize!hob au au for you: warprize!hob and vampire king!dream. hob's always been told when going into battles with vampires that it's better to die than be captured but, well... it's hob, he's not about to take that option. so when his side loses the battle and he and a handful of other men are captured alive, hob fights -- but once it's clear he's not getting away, he decides to cooperate and bide his time and wait for his opportunity to escape.

the other soldiers he was captured with are all fed on during the trip back to the castle, but not hob, he's left alone. and when they finally arrive at the castle he's separated from the others, bathed and groomed and dressed in fine silks and gold shackles and chains, and presented to the king. privately, hob thinks this was an awful lot of effort to go through, getting him all dressed up just to be the king's meal, but, well. with any luck he'll be taken back to the king's chambers to be played with before he's drained, and he's heard enough about the king to know his chances of excape certainly aren't good, but he has a better chance of getting away from the king alone than getting away from the king and an entire hall of armed guards.

except... that's not what happens. he's pulled into dream's lap right there on the throne, and he's held tight and bitten, but dream stops after only a few mouthfuls of blood. hob hadn't been fed since he was captured, so the blood loss still leaves him lightheaded enough that he can't bring himself to fight when he's maneuvered off dream's lap to sit at the side of his throne.

and for days, that's all that happens. hob's fed and bathed and dressed like a prized whore, but dream doesn't touch him beyond briefly drinking from him every day. hob doesn't understand, but waiting is becoming its own torture, so he asks. and dream tells him that he'll be using his new toy to the fullest, of course. but not yet. he won't touch hob until he begs for it. hob scoffs and tells him that'll never happen, of course.

but hob doesn't know that vampires have a kind of venom, a slow-acting aphrodisiac, and by briefly feeding from him every day, dream's ensuring it builds up in hob's system. he doesn't feel anything yet. it might take weeks, dream's being very careful to keep the process slow and gradual. but sooner or later, hob will be desperate for dream -- and only dream -- to fuck him. he'll be addicted to dream's bite. and then dream will prove himself a very kind master and give his pet what he wants. dream plans on keeping hob for a very, very long time.

(the less-dark version of this would be that by the time the venom really kicks in hob's falling for dream all on his own, and he gets to enjoy the game of holding off as long as he can as he starts feeling the aphrodisiac kicking in. the full non-con version, of course, is that when hob finally begs dream to fuck him, dream removes hob's shackles and tells him that if he walks out the door he won't be followed. he'll be allowed to go. but by then hob doesn't want to leave. all he wants is for his master to finally, finally fuck him.)

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Mmm this is very yummy!! Almost as yummy as Hob’s blood, I guess.

I’m very very obsessed with Hob slowly, surely becoming intoxicated with Dream’s venom. Each day it builds inside him and he’s never really sure if what he’s feeling is his own genuine emotion, or the drug starting to take effect. It’s terrible and confusing, and Hob is losing just enough blood each day to feel rather woozy and stupid anyway. He just wants to rest his heavy head on Dream’s thigh and be petted… but each day he’s also feeling just a tiny bit more needy. He wakes up hard and he isn’t allowed to see to himself, so he spends the whole day slightly aware of unsatisfied arousal. As the weeks pass he begins to react more to Dream’s touches and he also takes more time over his appearance. He’s unconsciously trying to make himself more alluring, and of course Dream notices and smirks at his poor horny pet. He knows that it’s only a matter of time. Hob’s blood is sweeter each day with built-up need. He’s like an overripe fruit, just on the cusp of falling in Dream’s lap.

And of course, for all his stubbornness, even Hob eventually succumbs to the need that is literally clawing at his insides. He crawls into Dream’s bed like a supplicant, already on his knees. He knows that what he’s begging for will seal his fate as Dream’s plaything forever, but… he’s gone beyond the point of being able to think rationally. Besides, Dream isn’t such a monster. He likes to play mind games, but he’s no worse than the human lords Hob has served in the past. He’s much better, in fact. Attentive, intelligent and beautiful to look at.

And so Hob begs. Dream laughs at him - not cruel, just genuinely amused. He undresses Hob for the very first time and touches him curiously. Like Hob is a fascinating meal that he can’t wait to devour.

“The door is not locked.” He whispers, afterwards. When Hob lies ravaged and panting against the sheets. “One last chance, pet. It is only fair: if you leave tonight, none will harm you or bar your way.”

Hob thinks of blood and venom and the stirring arousal already waking up in his body. He spreads him legs a bit wider, maybe. And in the morning he lies curled up in Dream’s arms, ready to be used all over again.

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw dubcon #cw blood #warprize hob

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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kinktober day 3: anal.

pairing: vampire!eddie munson & catholic!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: anal, obviously! also some dirty talk and mentions of virginity.

a/n: instead of combining the two concepts this time, i decided to just use one concept for day three. enjoy! credits for this prompt go to the-purity-pen!

also, as in the first one, reader is 18+!

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

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“shit, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart. you’re doing such a good job.”

tears were leaking down y/n’s cheeks from both pain & pleasure, her ass clenching around his cock as she tried to adjust. he hadn’t started thrusting yet, wanting her to be comfortable before he even considered it. despite all the prep he did with her beforehand, and the amounts of lube he used, she was still in a small amount of pain. he had wanted to stop altogether, but she assured him that she was fine. as she adjusted, he pressed gentle kisses to her back, his fangs carefully scraping her skin with every kiss. he was caressing her hips as he held them in both hands, seeing in her head that she was enjoying the pain that this was causing. he smirked, tsking playfully as he gave her ass a soft slap.

“what a depraved little whore you are, y/n,” she said, giving a shallow, experimental thrust as she gasped sharply. “don’t try to deny that you aren’t enjoying this. i can see your thoughts right now, and i’ll bet if i reach around to that nice little pussy, i’ll feel that you’re soaking. i can smell it, baby.”

“eddie…” she breathed, whimpering as he continued to slowly thrust into her ass. “feels so fucking good…”

“i know it does,” he said, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her back flush to his chest. his lips touched her neck, his movements gradually gaining speed as she moaned delightfully underneath him. “who would have ever thought that the good girl would be such a filthy slut? letting me in your ass before you ever let me fuck your pussy? i thought this was just as much a sin, baby.”

“i-it is,” she managed, her eyes rolling back as he began to slam into her tight hole. “oh f-fuck, that’s…”

“still doing okay?” eddie checked in, brushing his other hand over her breast as he pinched the nipple between his fingers. “do you need me to slow down or stop?”

“no, p-please…please don’t…” she begged, holding herself against eddie as he kept a tight grip on her. “i like it. i’m okay now, i promise…”

“just remember what i told you before,” he said, thrusting at an impossibly fast speed for a moment before slowing down a little. “if it hurts too badly or gets too intense, tell me.”

“okay,” she said, turning her head to look at him. his red-hued eyes were intently on her, his fangs visible over his lower lip as he smirked at her. she pulled him in for a messy kiss, tasting her blood on his lips from earlier when he’d bit her. her body was covered in bites, most of them extremely shallow, and all of it felt so fucking good to her right then. “eddie, i…i…mmm…”

“tell me what you need, baby,” eddie breathed against her lips, drawing away to hold onto her hips. he slammed her onto his dick, and she was moaning filthily as he drilled into her. he pushed her against the mattress, pounding her into it before leaning down to lick a stripe between her shoulder blades. he could see what she desired in her mind, but he wanted to hear her say it out loud. “don’t lie to me, either. you know that i already know.”

“i’m just thinking about…about how you said anal is technically not…mmm…losing my virginity to you,” she said. “but it kinda is, if you think about it. virginity is the first time, right? i’ve never done anal before, and…and i’m losing my virignity to you in a way right now because of that.”

“that’s a good point,” eddie considered, grinning wickedly as he slapped her ass even harder. she moaned filthily, clenching her ass around his cock and rutting against him for more. he could see in her mind that she was LOVING this, and he delivered a harsh smack to her opposite ass cheek. “but that isn’t all you’re thinking about. i wanna hear what you want done to your pussy.”

“wanna fuck myself on a dildo while you fuck my ass,” she breathed, and eddie tugged her up again as he railed into her at an inhuman speed. “want all my holes filled right now…”

“ask and you shall receive, pretty girl,” eddie said smugly, slowing down enough so that he could grab the purple dildo lying on the bed. he held it up to her, grinning as he did so. “here. put it inside of you, y/n. nice and slow; i want you to tease yourself first.”

she took it, and he nearly stopped altogether so that she could use the toy. she cried out as the dildo pushed slowly inside of her, her pussy accommodating the new item as her tight walls hugged it tightly. she started thrusting it shallowly, matching the rhythm with eddie’s as he began fucking into her ass again. as he did so, he pushed two of his fingers into her mouth, and she groaned around them as he fucked them against her tongue. she felt like she was in heaven, all three of her holes being fucked at the same time, her lashes fluttering as the ecstasy threatned to drown her. it was so overwhelming, but in the best possible way, and she could think of nothing better. eddie drilled her ass at an inhuman speed again, and the painful pleasure that coursed through her almost sent her to her third orgasm of the evening. but eddie, it seemed, had other plans.

“i want you to ride me,” eddie whispered in her ear, pulling his fingers from his mouth as a wide bridge of spit followed them. “i want my cock deep in that nice ass as you bounce on my cock. what do you say, baby? want me to teach you how to ride dick?”

“god, yes,” she breathed, the very thought of it driving her absolutely wild. “i couldn’t ask for anything better right now…”

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