#still really not feeling that well. no longer shaking violently and such but I still feel weird and weak much more than usual

[dudecunt]

little boy spasming on his mom's cock, cunt sopping wet and well-trained from years of being gaslit and raped shown the full extent of her love. his mom is harder than ever, wearing a vibrating cock ring so it buzzes against his plump clit with every balls deep thrust. she readjusts so she can fuck his cervix, cock ring steady on his angry little button. the expression on his face, completely void of any higher-level processing, eyes rolled back, drool streaking his chin and neck from the blowjob he gave her earlier -- she can't believe her own child looks like that. she's never gonna be able to not think about it when she's alone and stroking her clit.

she's glad she decided to set up the camera tonight. usually she uses her phone to film herself plowing his cunt, but with the tripod set up she can get her hands all over her boy while recording all of his cute, squirmy orgasms. he's been cumming so hard tonight too -- working that heart plug into his ass was a great idea alongside the ring. the kid doesn't know what to do with himself.

she's just grateful that she has the willpower to not immediately flood his womb with her load while feeling his drenched pussy grip her clit. still, she's struggling a bit the longer they make love -- each time he starts shaking and thanking her for another orgasm, she has to seat herself balls deep and stay completely still. the combination of the vibrations, his cunt having something thick and throbbing to suckle on, and his asshole clenching around the bejeweled plug is clearly distracting him enough from the break in his mother's pace, though. just to cover all her bases, she's leaned down so she can kiss him whenever she stops, and she switches to more of a slow grind once she calms down. he's definitely cumming more than he can think about it.

he's starting to choke on air, eyes totally white now, convulsing violently as his cervix struggles and slurps at her tip, and that's her cue to pull out to give him a break. she groans at the nasty, creamy noise of her cock sliding out, chuckling at how he squeals and squirts hard on her exiting length. they're still connected, his plump, young cunt fucked open obscenely. she really doesn't know how he's managed to take all of her over the months -- she's much bigger than most women. the kid's a natural-born whore.

"...mom," he manages, whole body shaking. she swallows down a strangled, short moan at the sight of cream drooling from his clenching hole, gripping her cock for a moment just to stroke its whole length right in front of his broken-in pussy. "yeah, kiddo?" she grunts, feeling her balls tighten up.

"why're you...why'm i getting fucked like this?" he whines, and she pauses, letting out a short, overwhelmed huff as she freezes, trying not to shoot ropes over his visibly throbbing clit at the words alone. holy fuck.

"'m sorry, baby," she says, feeling a little guilty, which is an emotion she admittedly doesn't feel all that often when she's dicking her boy down. but looking at his teary eyes, his puffy, teased nipples, how his lower half still trembles like she's still actively demolishing his boycunt...a tiny bit of sympathy creeps into her brain despite the delicious heat sinking further into her body. "mom's almost done. you think you can cum a few more times for me?"

she's already slipping back inside, not waiting for an answer. she sighs as she feels that incredible slide and her tip already squishing against his cervix. when he tries to open his lidded eyes, she can see how he's struggling to keep them uncrossed. "icann'tt," he attempts, but she's already forcing him right open, grinding her sensitive head into that tight pucker.

"doesn't matter," she mutters, angling her hips so he has nowhere to escape from the vibrator again, feeling up the soft peaks of his little tits. "take your breeding."

he frantically holds onto her forearms as she thumbs at his nipples, legs askew and kept apart by her body in between them as she digs deep inside him, and she rumbles in approval. poor fuckin' kid. the noises coming out of him are more akin to small, scared prey. it's incredibly erotic paired with the filthy noises coming from his traumatized conditioned happy pussy. she's so glad she decided to start raping spoiling her kid like this -- this is the best stress relief she's discovered in years. he clearly likes it too -- his underwear is almost always ruined when she does his laundry. he clearly can't get his mom's clit out of his head, even at school. even then, his grades are better, more consistent, and he's made far more friends this year than he usually does. her baby's been glowing. seems like he just needed some momcock to break him out of his shell.

he's already cumming when she bottoms out, a broken, pretty moan stuttering out of her as she feels her balls pulse hard against the cold metal of his plug. she grins, a breathy laugh spilling out of her when he wraps his legs tighter around her with every spurt of her fertile seed. a panicked, fucked-out mommyyy slips from his tightened vocal cords and a grunt escapes her, cock twitching with how hard he's clenching around her. maybe she...shouldn't enjoy this as much as she does, but that just makes it even hotter.

as she works her load into him, she watches him buck up against her with a tight grip still on her arms. the way he's looking at her is so maddeningly innocent, more than a touch of fear there, contrasted with his drooling, dominated pussy. he's practically daring her to keep fucking him full of cum. her cock jerks inside of him at the thought.

fuck. with the rate his breasts are growing...she's really gonna have to start wearing a condom soon.

#wow #4gepl4y #t4t ns/fw #t4t nsft #trans ns/fw #trans nsft #breeding k1nk #!nc3st #momcon #corruption k1nk #r4pepl4y #if i edited this after posting no i did not

[icewindandboringhorror]

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

#tumblr polls #hrmm... a little poll perhaps.. about a subject I find interesting.. since this image came across my facebook today #still really not feeling that well. no longer shaking violently and such but I still feel weird and weak much more than usual #They did say my markers for like infection or inflammation were elevated but that they werent sure of the cause so hopefully #it's nothing too serious. they did also say a lot of different things can cause that thing to be higher than normal but didn't go into spec #fics of what. maybe some of them are relatively benign or something. I still havent felt much back to normal since #I got really sick that one time though. I feel fine on and off but then little bouts of feeling weird and sick happen. hrmmm #ANYWAY.. looking for small ways to be productive. such as little doodles on evil ipad or editing game videos #or posting polls or cat pictures or some other like not very labor intensive things #I WISH I COULD FOCUS on writing HHRGGhh... I need to finish my game.. it would be so freeing.. a project that's been looming #over my head for like 5 years even though througouht that 5yrs I've probably spent a total of 3 months working on it lo.. ANYWAY #I still partially really cannot beleive that people CAN see stuff in their heads. There's always part of me that's thinking like. well mayb #e everyone DOES see the same exact thing but we just describe/conceptualize it so differently that we think we're talking about #different things when we're really not. But I have been assured by people I've talked to about it that they can GENUINELY really see #stuff in their heads like as vivid as an actual picture in real life or something. And the other senses are neat too. Like for exmaple I #can hear in my head much better than I can see imagery. I still CANNOT hear vividly like as if I were listening to actual music out loud.. #but I think it's developed more than my sight. AND interesting how this varies the creative process. a friend I was talking to on the phone #said they write by literally just watching stuff play before them like a movie. where my process is COMPLETELY different. AND that affects #the content/what details we focus on as well as our individual styles of writing have differences that can be traced back to that.. hrmm

[hyewka]

warnings; sub!beomgyu, dry humping, readers older, established rs

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beomgyu who's been good for you all week, not touching himself, holding out like you asked him to. it's torture but even worse when you decide to play with him a little, sending him teasing photos of you in a plaid miniskirt-- his favorite pair, showing just enough to get him spurred on but too little that he pathetically texts you for more. obviously, you ignore his request, instead warning him to not jerk off-- you'd know if he did, and he'd get punished accordingly.

the poor babys jittery the last few days, feeling like he'd lose his mind each passing hour. you know by now that he'd most likely give in, so you call him at night under the guise of just wanting to talk to your sweet boyfriend, but it's really just to tease him enough to stop him from giving up-- "you probably already jerked off, i know you gyu, you're too easy"

it's a little mean, but you laugh when you can hear him stumbling over his words promising you that he didn't, he swears he didn't. and that he isn't easy, that this challenge was soooo simple for him that you couldn't even imagine how fast this week went by for him. you laugh again, this time a little more fondly, a smile overtaking your face-- your boyfriend was so cute.

so when it finally comes down to it, the day beomgyu was allowed to feel your hands on him, he absolutely loses it. when you push him into your apartment, you don't waste time to ask him to pull down his pants, to reveal if he disobeyed you or not. usually he'd be shy, face flushed red from embarrassment, but this time, he's quick, immediately dropping his pants to the floor.

you pout as you examine his poor dick with a tilt of your head, swollen red, precum dripping down his tip-- oh he definitely followed through. what a good boy, yeah? so, why're you choosing to tease him more?

well, because it’s fun.

pushing the boy to his limit you ask, "how about one more day?" which gets his head to snap up, looking at you with such desperation and need, tears threatening to spill when he violently shakes his head. "no more, no more, please touch me." he grabs your hand, bottom lip trembling as he forces it on his dick, moving your rigid hand on his shaft, releasing a strained sigh of relief before you hiss, pulling your hand away, tutting at him. "bad boy."

you turn away from him, planning to go watch the premier of a season you and beomgyu have been collectively awaiting-- "tomorrow, i promise baby. i know you can do it." you say, reaching for the fruit basket ontop of your kitchen island.

mistake of yours, what a big mistake to tease beomgyu now of all times-- you don't even get to process anything before you feel him press against your back, his dick squishing in between your cheeks as his head falls to your bare shoulder, his hot breath so inconsistent and fast against your skin. "you're so mean to me noona..." his voice low, so contrasting to his usual demeanor, makes you bite down on your lips--fuck, what was up with the sudden switch up?

"yeah? you couldn't wait a little longer before having your dick against me?" you're already breathless.

you jump a little when his hands tighten on your hips, forcefully pushing it back, the fabric of your tights not doing much from preventing the feel of his hard dick rutting against your ass, slowly moving against you as muffled whines come from the back of his throat, feeling him salivating on your exposed shoulder.

so filthy.

you don't bother stopping him, instead helping him out with a slight push up against him, he earned it anyway. beomgyu doesn't last very long, a last breathy moan before you feel the expected warmth on your ass. you groan in realization. "beomgyu, these are expensive!"

you're still pressed against the kitchen island, and beomgyu's hold doesn't seem to loosen, his head still down on your shoulder, laying wet kisses and spit hickeys up your neck.

your second mistake was challenging that horny dog in the first place.

#and then he fucks you on the floor like the crazy man he is #beomgyu smut #sub!idol #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #🌷. rana thoughts

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Almost

Dean and (a little) Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Dean has to try to revive you when your heart stops after drowning. Can he do it in time?

“Can I come with you?”

Dean turned in his seat after parking the Impala.

“Why?”

“Why not?” You shrugged. “Please?”

Dean hesitated, but ultimately your puppy dog gaze won out.

“Fine. But you stay close, you hear?”

You nodded, grinning excitedly as you jumped out of the Impala.

“You sure about this?” Sam questioned as they walked ahead of you, just out of ear shot.

“We’re just talking to one of the families, we’re not going near ghosts, she’ll be—“ Dean cut himself off as you caught up.

“Can I go check for EMF?” You asked, already reaching into Dean’s pocket to remove the reader.

“Whoa,” Dean grabbed your wrist. “What happened to staying close?”

“I’ll just be over there,” you huffed, pointing towards a lake surrounded by a thin gaggle of trees that lined the side of the house.

“Alright, alright,” Dean sighed, releasing his hold. “Just don’t go far. And if you get any readings, you come get us.”

“Deal,” you grinned, snatching Dean’s EMF reader and running off.

“She’s gonna be the death of me,” Dean sighed again, shaking his head as the brothers went inside.

…

You started at the outside of the lake, walking along the thin layer of grass that surrounded the murky water. You were about to give up when the EMF reader started to beep softly, right at the edge of a dock.

You glanced back towards the house; you should get Sam and Dean. But the EMF meter wasn’t going nuts, it could still be nothing.

You turned from the house and started hesitantly down the dock. The old wood creaked under your feet as the EMF reader’s dial started going back and forth rapidly, the whining getting higher-pitched.

“Definitely something,” you muttered to yourself as you reached the end of the dock. You were just considering turning around to retrieve your brothers when something bubbled just under the surface right in front of you.

“What the…” you mumbled, kneeling down to get a closer look. The surface stilled, and again you considered going to get Sam and Dean. But as you put your hands down on the old wood of the dock to push yourself up, a hand exploded out of the surface of the water and laid an iron grip around your wrist. Before you knew what was happening, you were off the dock and falling.

The water was cold. It was all encompassing, and when you twisted to make an attempt for the surface, you were surprised at how quickly the spirit had managed to pull you deep—very deep.

You twisted, yanked, and jerked, but it was useless. The spirit’s grip might as well have been welded to your skin for the progress you made removing it.

You felt your lungs straining as your ears popped from the sudden depth. You tried, you really did, but when instinct took over you took an unconscious breath, water filling your lungs. You gagged on it, coughing over and over, but the water kept coming, invading your mouth, nose, eyes, ears, it was everywhere. You suddenly couldn’t tell if the darkness surrounding your vision was because of the murky water or the lack of oxygen.

That is, until the blackness spread. At first you panicked as your vision started to dim, but then you were vaguely aware that the pain was going away. Your chest no longer burned, your ears no longer ached, your eyes no longer stung. Relieved, you relented to the blackness, letting nothingness overtake you.

Just before it did, you could swear that the grip at your right wrist suddenly vanished, replaced by one around your waist. Your ears popped one last time as your direction violently changed, but it didn’t matter.

You couldn’t feel anything anymore, as the darkness took over completely.

…

“I’ve got her, I got her come on!” Sam took you from Dean’s arms, pulling you onto the dock while Dean hesitantly released his hold so he could climb up himself.

“No no no,” Dean choked. “She’s not breathing.”

Sam gave Dean a small amount of distance as Dean began the process of CPR.

“Come on baby,” Dean grunted. “I need you to breathe.”

“Dean,” Sam moaned after a long minute, in which Dean worked nonstop. “It’s…it’s not working.”

“It’ll work,” Dean growled, not stopping. “It has to work.”

At Sam’s tug, Dean froze.

“No.” Dean shook his head. “I-I can’t…”

But he let Sam pull his hands away. There was a long, awful, silent moment.

And then you let out a hacking cough that shook your whole body and sent water spraying out of your mouth, before a deep breath rattled your lungs.

When you breathed, so could Dean.

“Hey, hey,” he said as he reached a hand behind your back, lifting you so you could sit up. “Breathe, it’s ok, you’re ok I’ve got you.”

You didn’t speak, too focused on catching your breath.

“Take deeper breaths,” Sam instructed.

Your only answer was to shake your head; you were too busy trying to get any oxygen you could in, you couldn’t focus on how you were breathing.

“C’mere,” Dean’s hand at the back of your neck guided your head against his chest. You barely noticed at first, too intent on your breathing, but eventually you were able to make out his slow breaths and steady heartbeat. The gentle thumps calmed you as you slowly matched your breathing to his.

“There you go,” Dean breathed, and only then he noticed your shivering. “Here,” he said, pulling his jacket off and slinging it around your shoulders. “Do you want to try and stand up?”

You shook your head, burrowing closer to Dean to try to get warm. Now that your breathing was no longer the overwhelming concern, you suddenly realized how freezing you were.

“Ok, that’s ok,” Dean said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “How about this, we sit here for a couple of minutes, then me and Sammy can help you to the Impala. Then we can go back to the motel and you can get all warmed up. That sound like a plan?”

You still felt too weak to speak, so you just nodded.

“Ok.” Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Ok, then that’s what we’ll do.”

You and Dean sat on the dock for several minutes, you clinging to him for dear life while he rocked you back and forth soothingly. Eventually, Dean stood, keeping an arm around you to help you up and to Baby.

The ride to the motel was dead silent, and Dean was becoming increasingly worried that you still hadn’t spoken. He decided that it wasn’t the time to confront you yet, maybe you just needed some time.

Once you reached the motel, Dean practically had to pry you off his arm, gesturing towards the bathroom.

“You gotta get warm. Take a hot shower, ok?”

Less than twenty minutes later, you exited the bathroom in a pair of baggy sweatpants and Sam’s old, oversized Stanford hoody.

“You ok?” Dean asked. You nodded, making your way over to where he was seated on the bed and climbing up next to him.

“Alright baby, a verbal response would seriously put my mind at ease, cause you are starting to freak me out.”

“‘M ok,” you said finally as you glanced around the room. “Sammy?”

“He’s taking care of the spirit,” Dean explained. “You sure you’re ok?”

You simply nodded, scooting further onto the bed and curling into Dean’s side.

“Tired, huh?” He asked, wrapping an arm around you.

“Kinda dying will do that to you,” you replied, smiling faintly.

“Hey, not funny,” Dean grunted. “I was the one that had to bring your butt back to life.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was suddenly solemn. “I was about to come get you, really.”

“Just…” Dean sighed. “Don’t ever do that again. You scared us so bad. You almost…” Dean trailed off, looking away.

“I scared myself,” you tried to smile, but it didn’t meet your haunted eyes. “It…” your voice caught, but you took a deep breath and continued, leaning against Dean’s shoulder for comfort. “It re-really hurt. My-my lungs were on fire…I-I thought I was going to die.” You didn’t realize you were crying until the tears choked you up, and you couldn’t say any more.

“Hey, hey,” Dean’s arms tightened around you as he pulled you closer. “I’m never gonna let that happen, ok? Never.”

Dean stayed quiet after that, letting you cry against his shoulder for who-knew how long. Eventually Sam returned, but by then you had cried yourself to sleep, your fingers unconsciously clutching Dean’s shirt.

“She ok?” Sam asked.

Dean just sighed.

“Almost.”

And you were. Despite the horror and trauma of almost dying, you felt safe right here, in a dirty old motel with your big brothers.

And everything was almost perfect.

#dean winchester #dean and sam #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #supernatural dean #the winchesters #winchesters x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #winchesters x sister #dean winchester x little sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x sister #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #spn sam winchester

[heartfullofleeches]

Damsel in Duress

Yan Damsel + G.N Reader blurb

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"My hero~"

Closing shift was a drag. Cooped up behind the counter till dawn - the store watched you more often than not until you were "graced" with the chance of another living soul walking through those doors. Your saving grace from the monotonous life of a gas station cashier was a patron on the rise in frequent appearance.

A cosplayer, you assumed - from their style of dress and the whimsical way they carried themselves in mannerisms and speech. You got a good laugh out of seeing them weave through tiny, narrow aisles in those giant, puffy gowns they dawned. Damsel is what you called them which - by coincidence apparently seemed to be their name. Another reason for the title beyond their attire was they couldn't do a thing on their own. Asking for sliced apples when they were standing in the very same aisle fruits were stocked. Questioning the proper ways to use a fork and if you'd teach them with demonstration. To every task you helped them with they thanked you with the tagged on honorific of "My Hero" at the end. Getting into character was one thing, but sometimes it really did feel like they just popped out of the pages of a fairytale.

It's getting pretty late. You wonder where your entertainment is-

Bang!

Sharpened nails scrap across the glass doors still rattling in their frames. Blood red as the cloak masking their features; you watch as the hand welding the crimson talons yank the door's handle and flings their blood inside. It leans against the frame - barricading the doors as footfalls rebound in the distance. Expressionless- their eyes well with tears as they scan the store finding you where you always were.

"Lock it...."

You remove your headphones. "What?"

Their lips quiver, voice rising with a hick. "He's coming... Lock the door!"

A shadow creeps over the parking lot. Reaching for your keys, you volt over the counter as it runs for the door - crouching beneath Damsel as they apply all their weight against it to keep it shut as the handle shakes violently. You lock the door, keys knocked out of your hand as the figure throws himself against the door, and drag them away from it as you stand. Their face falls against your shoulder - the scent of copper flooding your nose.

"You fucking bitch! I'll kill you!"

Damsel shrieks, assaulting yet another of your senses as it drills through your ears. They latch onto your shirt.... Weren't their nails longer a second ago? They meet your gaze - face washed in fresh tears and bruises. "Help me.... please help me... I was on my way here when that man and his friend offered me a ride. I said no, but - they started to chase me and....and..."

Damsel breaks off in a quiet sob. You squeeze their shoulders reassuring, backing towards the back office eyes trained on the man pounding on the doors "Calm down. My phones in the back and the door to the other entrance only opens from inside. We'll hide there until the police arrive."

The man presses his face against the glass, the skin of his knuckles worn down as he beats the door. "What the hell are you doing? Get out away from that thing! It killed him. Dont belive anything it-"

Damsel tucks at your arm. You tear your attention away from the door and push them towards the office. Dragging them inside the break room you shove the coffee table against the door for good measure and fish out your jacket and phone from your locker. You throw the coat over their shoulders, dialing the police as you hand them some napkins to wipe their face.

"Breathe. We'll be fine in here. I'm calling for help now and they'll make sure nothing happens to you."

Damsel dabs at their eyes - faint smile dipping at your conclusion. "I'm not worried now that you're here... Guess you really are my hero aren't all, aren't you? I've never seen anything like that before, one second he was the kindest person and the next - he was like a rabid wolf."

"It's okay... You're safe now." You drape an arm behind their hood, consoling them as they hiccup and sob against your chest. You chalk the wind exiting your lungs as they latch onto you the ending results of your physical exhaustion, and retain a calm voice as you speak to the operator over the phone. Damsel squirms in their chair as you hang up.

"They're on the way... are you okay?"

Damsel fiddles with the strings of their hood. "I um.... have to go powder my nose."

"What?"

They bite their lip, face hidden in your jacket. "Use the bathroom? I know the only one here is outside so you don't have to come with me... It'd actually make me feel better if you stayed in here."

"Damsel, I cant-"

"I-it's alright, Y/n.... Long as my hero's safety is assured I'll be okay. I'm sure he's gone by now anyway. Do you mind if I keep your jacket?"

"...No... If anything happens - you scream and run, got it?"

"It's what I do best. I hope that someday there's something I can do to rewards your braver... For now...I'll leave you with this" Damsel springs from their seat and kisses your cheek as they pass. They push the table out of the way with surprising ease, looking back at you as they open the door. They smile - locking the door behind them and snapping the key.

Damsel steps out into the station. They walk past the bathroom and inspect the collection of household necessities your store had to offer. Could be better, but they'd made due. It grabs a pocket blade, ripping open the package and leaving it on the counter along with the exact bills and change for their purchase. The man is still there - eyes now wide fear. Damsel grins at him with a small wave.

"Oh!- Hello, glad to see your still here. I was going to let you go - but then you had to go and do a nasty thing and try to turn my hero against me. They're very brave - aren't they? I'm such a lucky traveler. Hmmmm.. so I'm the hood in this story and they're the hunter... What exactly does that make you? Mmm, I think I know...."

"The slaughter."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #tw yandere #yandere god

[sailor-aviator]

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Ten

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Ten

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of death, Language, Talk of mating rituals, Talk of potentially life threatening situations, Smut (oral, f receiving), Dirty talk, Confrontations. I think that's it, but please let me know if I've missed anything!

Word Count: 4k

Series Masterlist || Moodboards || Playlist || Jake "Hangman" Seresin Tag List

The rain was more of a mist in the following days, setting the mood that had fallen over the rest of the town. Seagulls cried off in the distance and the waves crashed almost dully against the drab beaches of North Island. It was like the life had been sucked out of the little town in a matter of seconds.

Had anyone liked Mandy? Not particularly, but the idea of someone you’ve known your entire life meeting such a violent and unexpected end was sure to make people feel some type of way. Maybe not overwhelming sadness, but perhaps a mixture of shock and fear. That could have been anyone after all.

You watched waves crash into the shore from your perch on some of the rocks outside the Floyd home. They had departed earlier that morning, dressed in all black and looking worn.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Susan asked you, her eyes rimmed red from the tears she had been shedding nonstop over the past couple of days. You had given her a tight-lipped smile.

“I’m sure, Susan,” you murmured, nodding slightly. “It wouldn’t make sense for me to go, anyway.”

There was no love lost between you and Mandy. In truth, she despised you, and you couldn’t say that you didn’t feel something similar towards her.

Still, the thought of her lifeless body laying there on the beach had tears springing to your eyes.

You had sobbed into Bob’s chest, shoulders shaking and fingers becoming stiff from clutching him so hard. It wasn’t until a pair of gentle hands rested on your arms that you opened your eyes, revealing concerned, familiar green staring back at you. You flung yourself into Jake’s arms, your tears and sobs starting anew as he held you tightly, stroking a hand over your hair as he murmured assurances into your ear.

You felt ridiculous for it, really. You hadn’t even known Mandy all that well, and there you had been, in hysterics as if you had while everyone else stayed strong for you. So, no. It didn’t feel right to attend her funeral, so you stayed behind, allowing those who knew her the chance to mourn her properly.

The mist clung to you, seeping down into your bones until a chill settled over you and you could no longer keep the shaking at bay. You trudged up the wooden stairs to the back of the house, the grey light casting a gloomy glow throughout the different rooms as you made your way up the stairs to change.

You had promised Nat that you would swing by Mrs. Cambroni’s shop to pick up the masks for the Moonlight Masquerade that weekend.

“I would go,” she had murmured, her face drawn and a distant look in her eyes as she spoke, “but I have to be there.”

“I understand, Nat,” you had assured her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help in any way that I can.”

So now you found yourself walking down the nearly empty streets toward the boardwalk. Most people were tucked away in their houses or in the various businesses that didn’t require one to be outside in the rain, and in some ways, you envied them.

You had expected this summer to be uneventful at best, spending time with Bob and his childhood friends while swimming and winning prizes on the boardwalk. It was supposed to be a fun, but overall underwhelming time spent with new and old friends before you went on to continue your studies with Bob.

Instead, you found yourself in the middle of a nightmarish fairytale filled with mermaids and murder. It chilled you to think of how many times you had been dragged beneath the waves and the one time you had. But, you wondered if all would be well now, as horrible as it seemed. After all, it was Mandy that had tried to kill you that morning by luring you into the water. Would it really be that big of a stretch to assume that she was behind the other murders as well? You supposed not, considering that seemed to be the line of thinking everyone had adopted. They tried to steer clear of that conversation for the most part, but you had overheard Nat and Bradley talking in hushed tones the day before about delayed claiming. They had stopped when you walked into the room, and before you could question them further, they had directed you out the door with the promise of ice cream.

They should have known by now that you wouldn’t drop it.

The bell above the door chimed to signal your entrance, and you shuddered as a wave of air-conditioned air washed over your still damp form. Why you thought changing would help, you weren’t sure, but it never failed to hope. The static laced pop song from the radio that sat on the counter filtered throughout the shop, feeling almost suffocatingly normal to you now.

You immediately headed for the display table near the front. An array of masks sparkled in the fluorescent lighting of the shop, and one in particular stood out to you. It was an off-white fabric that was embroidered with baby blue and pink flowers, different colored pearls embellishing the fabric. It amazed you how perfectly it matched the dress Nat had picked out for you, as if someone had known you’d need it.

“I was wondering when you’d stop by.”

You whirled around to meet the green eyes of Cole. He smiled as you placed a hand over your heart, willing the muscle to calm down.

“You startled me,” you groused half-heartedly, offering him a smile. He peered around, frowning when he saw you were all alone.

“You by yourself today?” He asked, brows pinching in concern. You shrugged, turning back to the mask and picking it up from the table.

“Everyone else is at the funeral.”

“Right,” he murmured, walking over to stand by you. “My aunt went to pay her respects.”

“You didn’t want to?” You questioned, earning a sigh from the older man.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to,” he hesitated, “but it wasn’t like Mandy was well liked, was she? I certainly wasn’t her biggest fan.”

“You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead,” you replied, voice almost a whisper as the gruesome scene that plagued your thoughts once again flashed in your mind’s eye.

“The dead aren’t here to listen,” he snorted, shoving his hands in his pocket. Your eyes flickered over to him before turning your attention back to the mask in your hand. The two of you stood in silence for a brief moment as you ran your fingers over the mask.

“Has anyone told you yet why we throw on the Moonlight Masquerade every year?” He asked, turning to face you.

“Isn’t it just another excuse for everyone to get dressed up and wasted?” You countered with a snort. Cole grinned, plucking the mask from your hands.

“We celebrate it,” he began, hovering the mask over his face, “to remind us that the sea people walk amongst us undetected. That they could be anyone, and we would never know unless they revealed themselves to us.”

“I suppose it’s great for the local businesses to make some money too,” you chuckled. Cole smirked, handing the mask back to you before turning and heading towards an accessory display a few shelves over.

“You know,” he drawled, casually running his fingers over the different necklaces before grabbing one off the line, “it would be a shame if your look was marred by that mark on your neck. Why don’t you wear this too?”

“The mark?” You balked, your hand flying up to reflexively touch the mark in question. It tingled underneath your fingers, and you couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran up your spine.

“Yeah,” he smirked, walking back towards you. “It actually reminds me of the claiming marks in the legends.”

“Does it?” You hummed. “You know, I’ve been hearing a lot about it, but no one has told me anything about it.”

The two of you stood in silence once again as Cole studied you, his face neutral and not giving anything away.

“What is it you want to know?”

“How does it work?” You asked, feeling excitement coil in your belly at the prospect of finally having your questions answered.

“Well,” Cole drawled, “let me see. You’ve heard the stories about the intention bites?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he continued with a nod, “well, the claiming bite is the next stage, the permanent stage. The sea people don’t give it without being completely sure about who they’re giving it to. People don’t accept it without being completely sure it’s what they want.”

“And why is that?” You breathed, leaning in closer, practically vibrating with anticipation. Cole smirked at you.

“Because it could kill you.”

You jerked back, eyes wide. “What?”

“The process can kill you,” Cole said as if he were talking about the weather.

“How?” You frowned, clutching the mask in your hand a little tighter.

“Well, it’s the whole process of it all, really,” he sighed, letting his eyes drift closed for a moment. “In order for a sea person to claim their chosen mate, they have to drag their partner down, down, down beneath the waves, cutting them off from air until they’re to the point of death. Then, they breathe life back into them, bringing their partner to the surface where the bond is sealed with a physical act followed by the claiming bite.”

You stood in shocked silence, processing what he was telling you. How had the others not told you any of this? Were they just going to let you walk into this blind?

“Are you okay, Skipper?” Cole asked, concern laced in his features as he watched you. You took a shaky breath before offering him a small smile.

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yes, Cole. Thank you. I should get going though. I promised Nat that I’d meet her later.”

“Don’t forget your masks,” he smiled, gesturing towards the table. You let out a laugh that was much too high pitched, wincing internally at how freaked out you sounded.

“Right,” you sighed, picking out a mask that you thought would match Nat’s dress, quickly scurrying after Cole towards the counter.

“I’ll see you around then, Skipper,” he smirked, handing you the paper bag once you had finished paying. You gave him a small wave before turning and all but fleeing the store, the bell chiming ominously after you.

Cole’s words lingered in your mind as you walked along the boardwalk with Jake a few days later, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you tucked yourself into his side. The sun hovered below the horizon, casting the last little bit of light onto the beach before the darkness of night took hold.

“Are you cold?” Jake asked, leaning down so that his breath brushed against the shell of your ear. A small shiver ran up your spine at the sensation, and you pressed yourself a little closer to him with a shake of your head.

“No,” you hummed, a content smile on your face as the two of you continued to walk. “‘m perfect, actually.”

“Yeah,” he smirked, green eyes sparkling as the two of you neared his home. “You are.”

You let out a rather unladylike snort as you trotted up the stairs and onto his porch. Jake grinned at you, trapping you between himself and the porch railing as he leaned in, arching an eyebrow at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you giggled. “You’re just really fucking corny, sometimes.”

Jake’s mouth dropped open in fake outrage, sending you into a round of giggles as he pressed into you further, his knee slotting in between your thighs as he did so. Your giggles cut off into a small gasp, eyes growing wide as he leaned in close enough that his nose brushed yours.

“You think I’m corny?” He challenged, a devilish smirk finding its way onto his lips. You let out a shaky breath, unable to tear your eyes away from his as you nodded slightly.

“Yeah,” you replied, cursing yourself for losing composure so quickly. You shifted, unwittingly brushing your clothed core against his thigh and letting out a moan at the pressure against your clit.

The change in Jake was instantaneous. His green eyes began to glow as he let out a low growl, hands gripping your hips slightly harder as he deliberately rolled them back down onto him. You cried out, hands flying to find purchase in his shirt.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, the smirk once again finding a home on his face. “You like when I rub you right there?”

“Jake,” you whispered, eyes hooded with lust as you attempted to move against him. He tsked at you, holding you firmly in place as he gave you an admonishing look.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, leaning in to hover his lips above yours, his breath washing over you in hot waves as you let out a needy whine. “Good girls don’t take without asking.”

His lips pressed against yours then, slightly chapped but firm against your own. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, and you immediately granted him entrance, groaning as his tongue licked into you, stroking against your own. After a moment, Jake pulled back, nipping at your bottom lip before looking at you expectantly. It took you a moment before you realized what it was that he wanted.

You leaned up, capturing his lips with yours for a moment before leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses from his lips, down to his jaw, and down the length of his neck.

“Please, Jake,” you whimpered. “Please make me feel good.”

“I don’t know,” he hummed, teasingly. “It doesn’t sound like you really want it.”

You let out a frustrated grunt as you once again attempted to roll your hips down against him, only to have him stop you. You nipped at the base of his neck, soothing over the bite with your tongue. Jake stiffened against you, and before you could ask what was wrong, his hands slid to grasp the underside of your thighs, hauling you up and through the screen door, lips moving eagerly against yours as he did so.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you let out a gasp as you felt his length press against your thigh. Jake made a beeline for the stairs, and looking back later, you were impressed with how easily he managed to get the two of you up the stairs without incident. Jake maneuvered the two of you into the room you had slept in just two weeks before, and you realized in that moment that it was his room.

Jake sat you on the bed, pulling away with short pants of breath as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

“I promised I’d take it slow,” he murmured, gaze searching yours, letting you make the next move. You reached for him, pulling him towards you by his shirt.

“I don’t care,” you said firmly, shaking your head as you pulled back to look at him once more. “I don’t care. Need you.”

Jake’s lips connected with yours once more as he laid you down on the sheets, running a hand up your side and underneath your shirt to lay just below your breast. His lips left yours, mimicking your actions from earlier and trailing his lips down from your jaw to your neck where his mark lay. He ran his tongue gently over the mark, earning a keening cry from you as you arched into him.

Jake quickly pulled your shirt up above your head and making quick work of your braw before latching on to your right nipple. His other hand came up to tweak the other, sending rivers of pleasure straight to your core as you writhed and moaned beneath him.

“Jake!” You cried out as he scraped his teeth over the pebbled nub before switching his attention to the other. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers curling in the soft, blond strands as his hand moved down to unbutton your shorts, helping you slide them down your legs and onto the floor.

He peeled himself away from your breasts, trailing his tongue down the expanse of your stomach as he settled in between your thighs, eyes trained on your clothed core where you could feel the wet spot on your panties. Feeling heat pool in your cheeks at his hungry gaze, you attempted to close your legs, but Jake caught each knee in one hand, prying them back apart and leveling you with a glare.

“Don’t hide from me,” he growled, leaning forward to run his nose along your covered slit, inhaling deeply. He let out a strangled groan as you let out another gasp at the action, chest heaving with anticipation. His nose pressed into you, nudging your clit and sending you arching into his touch. You were sure it hurt with how tightly your fingers held onto his hair, but Jake was too lost in the bliss of you, mouthing at your center and reaching a hand down to push your panties to the side.

“This all for me?” He asked huskily, glancing up at you with hooded eyes. You swallowed thickly, only able to manage a nod. You let out a yelp as Jake frowned, turning towards your right thigh and biting down just hard enough to leave an imprint.

“I asked you a question, sweet girl,” he warned, soothing over the bite with his tongue as he gave you another glare from the corner of his eye.

“Yes!” you cried out. “Yes, it’s all for you.”

“I made you this wet, huh? Did I make my pretty girl feel good?” He prompted, peeling your panties down your legs.”

“Yes,” you sobbed, arching into him, desperate for some type of relief, but Jake was firm, holding you down as he toyed with you.

He hummed, darting his tongue out to give an experimental lick at your dripping slit. You let out a strangled cry, pressing your face into the sheets as he repeated the action.

Jake let out a low growl as he dove in, tongue fucking you as his nose repeatedly bumped against your clit, his strong hands keeping you open and on display for him. Your breaths came out in pinched cries as he drove you closer to your high, the coil inside your belly pulling tight. You nearly sobbed as he added a finger, plunging it into your depths, seeking out that spot inside of you.

“So tight,” he whispered, almost reverently as he focused his attention on your clit, adding a second finger and hooking them until you let out a wail. You felt him smirk against you, and if he wasn’t making you see stars, you’d have smacked.

“Did I find that sweet spot, pretty girl?” He chuckled, honing in on that spongy spot deep inside of you. Your release was quickly approaching, and your hips rocked up to meet his thrusts your hands moving to find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin.

Jake let out a low groan as your walls fluttered around his fingers, the sting of your fingernails driving him mad as he chased your release almost more eagerly than you did.

“Need you to come for me, angel,” he murmured, sucking your clit back between his lips and adding a third finger. The stretch of his fingers had you keening, and he sped his thrusts up. “Look so pretty like this, all strung out for me. Can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock, this pretty little pussy milking me dry. I’m never going to get enough of you, I swear it. I’m gonna keep you nice and full, and you’ll feel me for days. Now come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers.”

And with a brush of his teeth against your clit, you were sent careening over the edge with a high-pitched cry, your eyes scrunching closed as the coil in your belly finally snapped. Jake lapped up your release eagerly, tongue licking up everything you had to offer. You trembled in his grip, thighs shaking from excursion and aftershocks as the blond licked you clean. You let out a shaking breath as he pulled his fingers from you, licking your juices off with a hum.

“So sweet,” he murmured, eyeing you up and down with a small smirk. You fought to catch your breath, reaching out clumsily for him. He leaned into your touch, allowing you to pull him into a lazy, lust-filled kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, moaning at the flavor and reaching a hand down in between the two of you to grip his length. Jake let out a moan before pulling back abruptly, pupils blown as he looked at you.

“No,” he said, shaking his head, and you frowned up at him.

“What?”

“No, I-” he paused. “I don’t want our first time to be like this. I want to do it right.”

You watched him for a moment, your mind still reeling from the orgasm he had just pulled from you. Slowly, you nodded, pulling him down into another kiss, your fingers lacing through his hair to massage his scalp.

“Okay,” you nodded against his lips.

Jake smiled down at you, repositioning the two of you so that your heads were up by the headboard, facing each other as he traced his fingers absentmindedly over your skin. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just basking in each other's presence. You allowed your mind to wander, and it inevitably drifted to what Cole had told you the other day.

“It could kill you.”

“Jake?” You whispered, peering up at him from where you were nuzzled into his neck. He hummed, one eye slinking open to look at you.

“Is it true that the mating bite could kill me?” You asked, and Jake’s eyes shot open. He sat straight up, leaving you scrambling to follow.

“Where did you hear that?” He demanded, brow furrowed as he watched you wearily. You frowned up at him, your own brow pinching together as you regarded him.

“So, it’s true,” you muttered. Jake shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he let out a heavy sigh.

“It’s true that the mating bite comes with its risks,” he conceded, chewing on his bottom lip. You waited patiently for him to continue, curling your knees up to your chest as you watched him. “It’s rare for it to kill someone though.”

“But it does happen?” You prodded, lips pursed. Jake glanced at you before looking down at his lap.

“Very, very rarely,” he admitted. “The process becomes more dangerous the longer someone goes without taking a mate.”

“Like you?”

Jake looked at you fully, a look of hurt mixed with desperation painted on his pretty features. He reached for you, and you allowed him to cup your face in his hands, his thumb running gently over the apple of your cheek.

“I would never do anything to hurt you,” he murmured, eyes pleading as they darted over your face. “Don’t for a second believe that I wouldn’t kill for you, Skipper. You are everything to me.”

You studied him silently, eyes tracing over the hard lines of him. Jake had never given you a reason to not trust him. Quite the opposite, in fact. The desperation in his voice had a part of you regretting even bringing up the topic in the first place. You smiled up at him softly, running your fingers over his jawline, his day old stubble rubbing against the pads. You leaned up to place a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, laughing lightly as he tried to chase your lips with his.

“I trust you,” you whispered.

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[antisocialties]

Late Night Calls.

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: in which you call matt late at night when things aren’t going so well.

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues, angst, and etc.

To say today had sucked would’ve been an understatement to say the least.

Today was just one of those days where the second you woke up you felt like shit and wished you simply wouldn’t have waken up in the first place.

You looked up at the plain white ceiling with a blank and stoic look on your face. It was almost pitch black in your room, the tv wasn’t even turned on.

You couldn’t help but hate being alone right now with every aching bone in your body, thoughts racing through your head at a mile a minute. At this point you were quite convinced your head would never quiet down enough to sleep before the sun came up.

You rolled over from your back, reaching for the sheets beside you which your phone laid upon.

3:46 am. You let out an exhausted groan after seeing the time on your lockscreen. There was only one thing you could think to do right now that would actually get you to calm down and sleep.

You instantly clicked on your messages, clicking on Matt’s contact info and clicking the call button before sitting up with the sheets still covering your cold legs.

It rang a quite few times before being answered, you felt bad; assuming you’d waken him up from his slumber since you’d previously facetimed him a few hours ago before he’d said he was going to lay down after filming a car video with his brothers.

“Everything okay, babe?” He asked with a groggy and concerned voice.

“Not really, I still just can’t shake the low feeling i’ve had all day. I don’t even know why i’ve been feeling this shitty all day, I just know it won’t go away and I can’t sleep.” You confessed while holding back tears.

“You wanna talk about it some more?”

“Yes please. I’m really sorry for waking you up, I love you baby.” You quickly let out before interrupting your words with a sob.

You felt an immense amount of guilt for putting something this heavy on him, especially just after you’d woken him up so late.

“Y/n stop, you’re okay honey. I love you, the last thing I want is for you to be apologizing for coming to me when you need me most. We’ve already been over this countless times, you never need to apologize to me for things like this.” He spoke in a soothing but troubled tone.

Anytime you apologized for confiding in him with your issues, he couldn’t help but feel his heart break more and more each time. He never wanted you to feel like a burden to him, he’d never forgive himself if he couldn’t be there for you in your times of need.

“I love you.” you hiccuped, struggling to even get the words out as the pace of your sobs only got quicker and more violent.

You tried to force more words out to describe the heavy and dreadful feeling in your chest, but you couldn’t even form the proper words and were only met with heavy aching sobs.

“Alright i’m coming over, you don’t need to leave the door unlocked i’ll just bring my key.” He stated, no longer being able to hear your cries and not be able to do anything about them.

“Do you want me to bring anything?” He asked sincerely.

“I’m not gonna ask you for anything, I already feel awful enough waking you up and making you feel like you need to come over.” You sniffled.

“So yes. I’m getting food and ice cream. You can either eat it or save it for later, i’m getting it regardless.”

You sniffled and smiled to yourself, knowing how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like him.

“Alright babe, i’m leaving now so i’m gonna hang up.” he told you as you heard his keys jingling, before the sound of the call ending.

Your apartment was pretty close to their house so it only took him about 20 minutes to get to you, normally it would be less time but he stopped by McDonalds grabbing food and mcflurries for you both.

Your sobs had slowed and calmed down to where they had pretty much came to a complete halt, tears still occasionally dripping down your face.

You got up slowly and turned your led lights and tv on, also deciding to light a candle since you were trying to set a calm vibe for yourself and for him to walk into.

A few minutes later you heard the sound of a key entering the lock of the front door and the knob turning as he opened the door and walked inside quietly closing it behind him.

His calm footsteps approached your room from the living room of your apartment, his face peeking into your already open bedroom door with a soft comforting smile as he met your puffy eyes.

“Hi baby.” He greeted you while kicking his shoes off beside your door and walking toward your spot on your bed with a drink carrier and a large bag of food.

“Hi.” you croaked scooting over so he could sit down next to you.

He placed the drink carrier with the drinks and mcflurries on your bedside table closest to him, setting the bag on the floor beside the bed and scooting over to you to give you a peck on the cheek.

You didn’t even exchange anymore words before he wrapped his arms around you and coaxed you to lay your head in the crook of his neck as you two pressed your backs against the wall behind your bed.

You deeply inhaled, stifling back a sob as you took in his scent and the warmth of his body against your own.

“Thank you for coming all the way over here, I love you and I appreciate you so much. You’re the love of my life.” you babbled, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Always, I love you more than you’ll ever know and i’m so glad I could be here with you tonight.” He told you in a soft voice before pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

He grabbed your remote and clicked on the Disney icon on your tv, putting on Gravity Falls for you guys to binge all over again for the millionth time. This was a show you guys both really enjoyed, and found yourself watching late at night relatively often.

He grabbed the mcflurries out of the carrier on the small table beside him and offered you yours, assuming it would soothe your most likely burning throat from your aggressive crying.

You took it, softly thanking him before you put a small bite of the ice cream into your mouth.

You guys finished your ice cream and ate all of your food in silence, him getting up to throw all of your garbage away in your kitchen and quickly returning.

He climbed back into the bed with you, laying down so you could get close to him again.

You laid your head on his chest, feeling his soft cotton t shirt on the side of your face while his chest rose up and down at a calm and slow pace.

You breathed in his scent while hearing the steady beat of his heart as he watched the tv on your wall in front of the bed. You looked up at his face, noticing the slight look of concentration on his features.

Eventually he noticed you looking up at him and returned your gaze, his eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before he leaned down to press a kiss against your lips.

There was nothing better than being in his arms and exchanging affection with him when you were feeling so miserable. There was nothing better regardless of your mood in all honesty.

Your heart swelled remembering all of the times you guys had been in this position before, cherishing every single memory like this one your brain had filed away.

“You feeling tired yet?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now too.” you nodded.

You snuggled into his chest while adjusting yourself again to get as comfortable as possible to sleep.

He noticed as you began to dose off, the show still playing at a decent volume in the background. He only knew you’d started to fall asleep because your breathing got deeper.

“I love you.” he voiced quietly as he rubbed your back, being cautious as not to wake you if you’d completely passed out.

“I love you too.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

He only smiled as he closed his eyes and continued to softly rub the small of your back.

He cherished you just as much as you did him, maybe even more.

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[mochatsin]

WHEN MC HAS A STALKER

These past few days, you’ve felt like there are eyes following you everywhere you went. Each time you turn back, there’s always nothing behind you. Maybe you were imagining it? But it sure felt real and it’s making you very uneasy. So you go to one of the brothers for help.

TW: Creepy Stalking Behavior, Threats (towards the stalker!!), Implied Torture, Violence

If this kind of stuff makes you uncomfy after reading the tags please skip it! Mostly the violence is reserved for the stalker though uwu)

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Lucifer

You approached him one day while he was in the middle of doing his paperwork. Normally he doesn’t want to be disturbed, but you told him it was important so this was an exception. You explained how you felt like someone had been following you around town and he listened to every word.

There was a look of concern on Lucifer’s face. At first it sounded preposterous but seeing the unease on your face was enough for him to believe you. So he started making the necessary arrangements to make sure you’re never alone at all times. 

He basically made a schedule so there’s always one brother with you. Whether it's going to and from school, getting groceries, and other events that require you outside he sees to it that you feel safe and protected. 

During one of the festivals, Lucifer paid close attention to you as you went to the booths to play some games and win some prizes. He’s been scanning the crowd ever since you all got here and he’s noticed a certain demon always in the same area as you are. His eyes turned dark when his eyes landed on your stalker.

‘I found you.’

His aura became so intense and menacing but Lucifer didn’t want to cause an uproar and ruin the entire festival, not when you’re having so much fun. He didn’t need to speak any words, but he’s made his threat very known to that demon. 

His words echo in the demon’s head, voice full of malice “come near them one more time, I will pluck each of your limbs off you like a petal of a flower…” and it never stopped there. His threats became more violent and grotesque that the demon was practically shaking as they ran away. 

Knowing the face of the demon, they can no longer escape Lucifer’s radar. As soon as he can get his claws on them, then punishment will be done accordingly. He would force information as to why this lowlife was following you. Their answer will determine if they get to keep their life or not. But it’s Lucifer’s torture that would decide if it’s still worth keeping. 

He turns back to find you running to him with a big grin, holding the prize you worked so hard to get. The smile on your face was a reminder of how your safety should always be his top priority. 

“I can assure you that the ‘stalker’ has been properly dealt with. You should never feel unsafe in these streets, MC. As long as you’re with me, I’ll always make sure you feel protected.” Lucifer had his arm around your shoulder, holding you close and letting you enjoy the rest of the festival with him. 

You managed to win a matching pair of keychains. It was something so cute that it goes really out of place with Lucifer’s aesthetic. You insisted he use it and well… he can’t really say no to you can’t he? 

He never let go of the matching keychain you got him during the event. It’s dangling on his phone while he texts you that he’ll be late for dinner, there’s just some certain things that require his immediate attention. 

In fact, he was in the castle’s dungeons with your stalker. After he sends you that text, he turns to the demon chained up “now… where were we?” He grins. Lucifer’s hands were dripping with thick inky blood at the end of the night, the keychain being the only thing on him without blemish and stains. 

Mammon

You never had to tell him, Mammon already knows. 

When it comes to you, Mammon is aware of everything since he spends the entire day glued to your hip. Any chance he gets, he wants to spend it with you because he’s your first! And since you two have spent more time together than the others, he knows your tells.

For the past few days, mammon felt eyes following the both of you. At first he thought that maybe it’s one of the witches he owed money to that’s been at his tail. Though that feeling goes away when he’s alone. 

You’ve been looking uneasy lately and Mammon took notice. You insist that you’re fine, you just get this weird gut feeling that you’re being watched. It finally clicks in his head. It wasn’t Mammon that was being followed, but it was you. 

He tries to play it cool, but behind his shades his eyes are filled with irritation. Someone got his eyes on his human, how can anyone expect him to be calm?! Mammon tried to keep a close eye on you afterwards, and he never fails to find excuses to be with you. 

“OI! Where have you been? I've been waiting for ya!” “… Mammon I'm in class.” “That ain’t an excuse!!” Those are the kinds of texts you’ve been receiving from Mammon lately. 

There was a time you were out to get some supplies for an upcoming event and when Mammon came to look for you, he spotted a demon peering over the corner and staring at you. 

In an instant, his hand is by the back of that demon’s neck. “They’re a real treasure, dontcha think so?” Mammon smiles, a kind way too sinister it would send shivers down your spine. “Truly one of a kind, I’d even say priceless…” There’s a slight endearment in his tone when he talks about you, but his grip was getting far too tight. 

“If you’re tryna find a chance to get a grab, well you’re out of luck. Because I don’t plan on sharing.” He says between clenched teeth, claws digging a little too deep into skin. He is Greed after all. If he can’t even let his brothers, not even Lucifer, have time with you then he’s not going to be as patient and giving to lesser demons.

And then there’s a sickening SNAP!

You were carrying a box of supplies back to the House of Lamentation, too busy trying to focus on not dropping them to even notice when Mammon came by. He took it off your hands effortlessly and whined at how slow you are.

“Jeez, it’d be faster if I carried it for ya. After this, I’d say we should hit the mall. Dontcha worry, I got a few Grimm on me this time!” He says while proudly holding out a wallet you’ve never seen before. It was definitely not his. 

Levi

It came up randomly with Levi. Since the demon was always alone in his room, you asked him if he ever felt like something was watching him, if he’s ever felt eyes always following him. 

Levi was bewildered and wondered if you’ve been watching too much horror anime’s because that sounded really creepy. He didn’t think about it much and you dropped the subject as you both continued to play games. 

He didn’t completely brush it off though, because sometimes he noticed you looking behind your back whenever you’re both outside together, or when you enter the house. 

Levi left you for a moment while he went to check out the latest merch line in one of his usual go-to stores. He was on his way back when he heard the sounds of clicking nearby. 

When he turns to one of the alley ways, he finds a demon with a camera at hand as they take pictures of you. You were patiently waiting for Levi to come back as you sat by a bench, unaware of the demon documenting you for reasons unknown. 

Just before they could take another picture, Levi’s tail whipped the camera out of their hands and crushed it so easily. “What the hell were you doing?” He snarls, his hand grabbing the stalker by the throat to keep them from running. 

He’s never confrontational like his own brothers, but it’s always different when it comes to you. You’re his first friend, his Henry, and being the Avatar of Envy… Levi doesn’t take too kindly to anything or anyone that can take away what’s his. 

With a simple Water Creation spell, Levi filled the demon’s lungs. To drown without any body of water… It was a clean and quiet method to get rid of the stalker. His bad mood and irritation was short yet overwhelming that dark clouds appeared in the area.

It started to rain and just when you were about to search your bag for your umbrella when Levi walks up to you with his pink frilly Ruri-chan umbrella. 

“Sorry I took too long! There was this stupid normie getting in my way” Levi whined. There’s a hint of color in his cheeks before he speaks, “w-we should share an u-umbrella though! I don't want you to get drenched!” (Even though the rain was his doing)

You agree to share with him, saying that you’re glad he brought an umbrella since you forgot (while you hide yours in your bag). If your shoulders ever slightly brushed together, Levi will start turning as pink as the umbrella in his hand. What would’ve been a storm became a light drizzle with your presence around.. 

Satan

It happened while you two were reading in his room. Both of you were so focused on your own little worlds until you asked him “how would you know if you’re being followed?” and the question got him concerned. 

You tried to play it off as something that’s currently happening to the character in your book, and Satan wanted to pry but he didn’t want to force you for answers directly. So he listens to every word you say whenever you try to explain it while avoiding your name. 

He knew it was about you, he can tell from how nervous you looked when he picked you up from the library once. You brushed it aside, but he can never pass this off as nothing. Not when it comes to you. 

Satan is always tagging along with you afterwards around school. He never stops making excuses to be next to you and if he can’t be around, then he’ll ask one of his brothers to accompany you in his stead. 

There was a time he left you by the table to pick up a book from the shelf that he needs so he can teach you the materials for class better. While he was doing so, he found a demon that’s been staring at your table for quite some time while hiding behind several bookshelves. 

Without hesitation, he grabs the demon by the collar and shoves them by the wall before leaning close, fangs bared with the intent to kill. To maim.

“The only reason why I’m not killing you right now is because I don’t want them to see how easy it is for me to rip your throat off your neck. I could gauge out your eyes for following them. For watching them.” And each threat made Satan’s grip on the demon’s neck tighter, but he let them go. 

You watched from your chair as a demon started sprinting to the doors outside, as if their life depended on it. Satan appears with his usual smile and a book on his hand “let’s continue studying shall we?”  

You never felt those eyes following you again, and Satan made sure of that because after bringing you home from your little study session, he mentions that he forgot to ‘take care’ of something back at the library and will be back late. “Don’t wait up for me MC okay? Get some rest” 

He only comes home the next day, with a dark and satisfied smile on his face. ‘I told them it was easy…’ Satan thought to himself as he cleans up the blood off his hands, not a fingernail stained in sight. He always wants to look presentable to you after all.

Asmo

You and Asmo were having a little fashion show in his room since he insists on preparing a perfect outfit in advance for an event at the castle. You couldn’t seem to focus on his clothes and the demon was quick to take notice so he asked what’s so important that you can’t even pay attention to such a beautiful dressed up Asmo. 

Taking this chance, you told him that you weren’t feeling very safe whenever you’re outside. It’s like there was someone following you around everywhere you go and you’re not sure what to do about it. 

“Darling, are you sure it’s not just my dumb brother Mammon? He can never seem to stay still without you around, maybe it was him” You wanted to say that you doubt it, but you dropped the topic since he didn’t seem to believe you and instead listened to Asmo talk about the latest fashion trends. 

Even though Asmo didn’t mean to dismiss it, your words never left his mind. So he decided to keep a low profile today and see for himself. Trying to stay hidden was so hard when it’s part of his nature to stand out but he did his best, and his efforts paid off when he found a demon following you around while you were shopping for clothes. 

Thank Diavolo for the shades covering his alluring golden eyes, for they were blazing red with anger. How DARE some creep just follow you around like that shamelessly?!

You went into a store to try out a new outfit in their dressing rooms and before the demon could even follow you any further, their shoulders were grabbed from behind. No one expected someone so high profile as Asmo to be in such a small store like this, and he did not look very happy. 

“Lay a single filthy claw on my MC and I will make sure you will never have a private life again. Unless you don’t want to end up as that demoness that disappeared months ago, I’d suggest you leave.” people had rumors about Asmo making a high celebrity disappear after she threatened his precious human, at least this one was smart to run.

Asmo dusted off his hands with disgust written all over his face, as if he held something so unclean, while he watched the demon scram. He reverts back to his happy usual self when you come out of the dressing room, surprised to even see him here. 

“MC! Are those the clothes you chose? Oh I bet if you threw in this blazer or maybe these accessories it would look even better!” He’s now filling your cart with more clothes than you intended to buy. Don’t worry, it’s his treat!

Asmo did spoil you a bit too much for today, but that’s his way of apologizing for not believing you about your stalker. Though you did find out about it when he drunkenly admits what he did while you were in the dressing room. Barbatos overheard his little confession and decided to deal with the stalker for you. 

Beel

Beel is not too observant, but he’s always the first one to notice if you haven’t been eating enough. He’s heard that humans can lose their appetite (which he finds absurd) if they’re stressed enough, so he turns to ask you if you’re okay. 

You know you could be honest with Beel so you tell him everything. You’re feeling uncomfortable wherever you go because you feel that something has been following you but you don’t see anything when you turn around. 

By the time you finish your story, Beel has this sad look on his face before he moves to hug you. It’s comforting to be held by this giant with puppy eyes. “I didn’t know this was happening… I'll walk with you to school from now on. Is that okay with you?” And who could say no to him?

He’s always by your side after classes, looming over everyone that dares to come near you like a big guard dog. “MC, that person looks suspicious.” “Beel, that's just my classmate…” 

Whenever he’s too busy for Fangol practice, he sends over his twin or any of his brothers to be with you. It doesn’t matter who’s with you because what’s important to Beel is that you’re not alone for a single second. 

One day, he asks the brothers for help in practicing his throws for his next Fangol match the park, and you come along to watch Beel as he tosses the ball over to Mammon. Since the second born was the fastest among the brothers, he was in charge of catching the ball for Beel. 

It was going fine for the first few throws until he spotted a demon hiding by the trees, their gaze on you while you were cheering for Beel. His eyes darkened and without hesitation, Beel reels his arm back before throwing the Fangol ball with full force. Straight towards the demon. 

The amount of force was enough to snap several branches and twigs, and it even ran a hole into a thick tree trunk. The ball missed the demon’s head by a few inches but they knew that they were standing a bit more to the left then it could’ve been their head. Beel did that on purpose, as a warning. 

“OI! Beel what the hell is that?!” Mammon yelled but Beel paid no mind to his brother as he stared directly into the stalker’s eyes, full of killing intent. “Next time I won't miss.” He says, and the stalker ran for their life while they still had the luxury of keeping it.

He hears your cheers from the distance, impressed by the strength of his throw and in an instant, all of that murderous intent was gone. He has this happy look on his face while he lets himself enjoy your praises. 

It’s only later on after practice did he actually tell Lucifer so that he can deal with it, and you two decide to celebrate with a few snacks and drinks while the oldest was out there torturing the poor demon by the castle’s dungeon.

Belphie

“How long are you planning to lay there like a log…” Belphie murmurs, voice heavy with sleep. He noticed that you haven’t been sleeping, always too lost in thought even when he’s cuddling with you. “What’s keeping you up?” 

You tell him about your worries, that for some reason you always feel that there’s something following you wherever you go. Belphie would’ve joked about ghosts, that you were probably haunted or cursed. The dread in your tone is what stopped him and made him take you more seriously. 

Belphie put in more effort to try stay up more than usual when he’s with you. He’d play it off as an excuse to spend more time with you, but in reality he was trying to figure out the cause. If he was determined to do something, he would stop at nothing until he gets what he wants. And Belphie wants answers. 

Despite his half-open eyes, he was vigilant of his surroundings until he finally was able to figure out where this mysterious presence was coming from. It’s been following you both from the House all the way to RAD from a distance, but the youngest was able to trace the direction. He’s had enough.

The demon continued to stalk you from behind at a safe distance when you were going home, though when they blinked, Belphie appeared in front of them and completely blocked their view. 

“Sleep.” He commands as he places a hand over the demon's eyes. In an instant, they fell into a deep slumber with Belhpie’s magic.

In their dream, the demon found themselves chained up in an empty room with Belphegor looming over them. “You’re not waking up until you pay for what you’ve done,” He says with a playful smile. With a swift kick on the leg, the demon’s bones shatters. And then their arm, their other leg… It was an endless nightmare.

The pain was real and agonizing, but their actual body was fine. That nightmare served as a demonstration on what Belphie was willing to do should the demon try something like that again. 

Belphie stared down at the demon’s real body that was asleep, looking bored. He knows that the poor thing was being mentally tortured by him in the nightmare, but right now Belphie could care less and left them alone in the dark alleyways.

He has his arms around you as soon as he gets home, asking you how you’ve been doing lately. After you tell him that the weird feeling you’ve felt last week disappeared, Belphie is already dragging you to the nearest bed before you could expound any further.

“If that’s the case then it’s good enough for me. Come on, let’s go take a nap.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 29

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

“I should go,” you get up as Cole comes back in the back office, “I’m so sorry about today–”

“Go? Where?” He asks as he stands in the door. “Back to that maniac?”

“Well, I…” you swallow and let out an exasperated sigh, “yeah, I have to–”

“You don’t have to,” he insists, “you shouldn’t. Someone that angry can be pretty dangerous.”

“I know, it’s just–” you have no argument, no excuse, just the truth, “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“You don’t?” He wonders.

You shake your head and grab your jacket from the rack, “I’ll be fine. I’m sure he’s calmed down. I shouldn’t have lied–”

“But you did. For a reason. If that’s how he reacts… you never mentioned a boyfriend,” Cole shifts on his soles.

“Boyfriend?” You almost laugh, “no, not exactly.”

“It’s complicated, got it,” he nods, “well, you were wrong, you know?”

“About what?” You take your pure of a lower hook on the rack.

“That you don’t have anywhere to go. I’m just putting it out there,” he raises a hand to rub the stubble along his jaw, “if you need somewhere to stay, er, my parents’ could spare a guest room.”

“Oh, Cole, no, I couldn’t. That’s too much. I’d hate to impose on your family like that.”

“Uh, you definitely wouldn’t be. My mom would love to meet you,” he lets himself smile, “I brought home some of the extra treats and she loved them. She’s a baker too.”

“That’s— that’s sweet,” you shrug and look away, “I just don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“I wouldn’t suggest it if it wasn’t,” he insists, “but I really don’t feel great about you going back to a man like that. I’m big enough to defend myself, but you…”

You know he’s right. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen Lloyd get violent and just like with Johnny, it’s only inevitable that it turns on you. You’re not exactly excited to go back to that house.

“All my stuff…” you begin, arguing with yourself as much as him.

“My ma has some stuff she can lend you for the night,” he offers, “as long as you don’t mind flannel. And I’m sure you could use a nice warm meal.”

“Cole,” you rub along your jaw evasively as you look away, “I just… I feel so bad about putting you out. Your parents too.”

“You’re not. You know, I think you surround yourself with the wrong people. The sort that make kindness seem like a debt to be paid back. You don’t owe me anything. I’m just being decent, like anyone should,” He turns his hands out. “But if you say no, I’m not letting you walk out of her without my phone number. And you have to promise to call me if anything goes bad.”

You frown and look at your feet. Lloyd could use the night to cool off just as much as you. You cross your arms then force them straight. He’s entirely right. You’re letting all those others people who bargain courtesy like currency colour your doubts. Why should you begrudge him the action of others when he’s only ever been nice?

“Did you ask your parents? I don’t want to be a surprise,” you chew your lip.

He smiles, “I texted ma but I’ll give a call before we go. Trust me, you’re more than welcome.”

☕

The drive is longer than you expect, but not. You should’ve figured that the farm would be out in the country. At the same time, you never factored in the time it must take Cole to commute each day. It whittles another ounce of appreciation out of you. He seems too kind for his own good.

That generosity sees you in his passenger seat. You left your car behind at the cafe to save you gas and the trouble of driving. You didn’t fight too hard. You want to be in one place and still.

He steers down a long dirt road and as the moon disappears behind a thicket of trees, the land turns desolate. Your chest sinks just a little but as the silver light breaks free again, you let out a breath of relief. Ahead you see the yellow windows of the farmhouse and dark colossus of the barn not far behind it.

Cole pulls up behind a big red truck and shifts into park. The motor cranks slightly before he turns it off. You can’t help but wonder how someone like him came to own a cafe in the city. Maybe after so long in the rural desert, the urban sprawl must be alluring chaotic.

He gets out first before you muster your strength. He comes around, startling you as he opens the door for you. You thank him, the gentlemanly gesture almost jarring. You’re so unused to kindness, it unsettles you. That should tell you something. It’s a ringing cry for change.

“Are you sure…” you begin the same question you’ve asked every five minutes for the last hour.

“Sure,” he interjects firmly, “really, ma always cooks too much and my sister’s off finding herself. Again. She’ll be happy to have you around.”

You nod and climb up the wide porch steps beside him. He pulls back the screen door and waves you in ahead of him. A fragrant aroma draws you in; roast beef and roasted veggies. The homey glow embraces you, welcoming you without a word.

“Here,” he tugs on the back of your jacket, “I’ll get this.”

He hangs his own coat as you undo yours and hand it over. He puts it over his own then beckons you on. Hesitantly, you follow his direction, walking down a walnut trimmed hallway to a dining room decorated in faded florals and pine.

“Ethan,” a woman calls through before she appears in the doorway across from you, a large dimpled glass dish in her hands, “oh! I thought you were your father– eee! This must be her.”

She rushes to the table and sets the steaming dish on a potholder. She still has her oven gloves as she sweeps around the room, “Beverly,” she introduces herself, pulling you into a hug, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Uh,” you gulp as she squeezes you, only releasing you as Cole clears his throat. “I’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“Really?” She nearly squeals, keeping you at arm’s length, “he didn’t say you were so pretty.”

Your eyes round and you let out a nervous giggle. Cole groans under his breath and brushes his hand over his sandy hair. It’s kind of cute when your own parents were never so excited to see you.

“Thanks, that’s too sweet,” you smile, “erm, thanks for having me.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” she titters as she lets you go, “Cole always had a soft spot for those in need.” She turns to him and touches where his cheekbone is still red from his scuffle with Lloyd, “and look at him, my knight in shining armor. How many times do I have to tell you not to fight? You never were very good at it.”

“Ma,” he urges her away from him, “I’m fine.”

A ding chimes from the kitchen and she springs back, “oh, that’s the dumplings.”

She spins and hurries off, leaving you off balance. You slowly face Cole and put your hands on your hips, “so how much did you tell her?”

“As much as I know,” he rubs his neck sheepishly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want her to freak out when she saw my face and– it wasn’t anything that makes you look bad.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. I don’t want to be a charity case,” you cross your arms.

“Trust me, you’re far from it,” he assures you, “really. I want you here.”

You don’t know what to say. You don’t trust your own judgment. Whether he means it or not, it hardly matters. You’re just grateful to have a night away from it all. Some time might be just what Lloyd needs to grow some common sense.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #cole turn #drabble #series #au #ghosted #the gray man #carpe noctem #the club

[awoogayanderes]

chapter six : you did as you were told

➪ sypnosis : you’re much more aware of things than what the doctor believed you were

➪ other notes : hi guys :3 here’s a new chapter, i didn’t like how it turned out but this is also kinda like a filler chapter that builds up afterwards, need reader with some trauma. also reader might seem a bit dramatic BUT PLS REMEMBER THAT SHES LITERALLY 13 IN THIS.

➪ warnings : manipulation, MORI IS A HOE !!!! ( as always )

➪ prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six

you didn’t have anything to do, boredom often consumed you. so, on most days when your chores were completed, you pass your time outside. maybe even wandering on the outskirts of yokohama, memorizing the path back home easily. mori didn’t really care, well he didn’t notice much when he was caring for the old man you no longer saw.

you hummed quietly as you returned home, picking up a newspaper from a trash can. “rise of the armed detective agency” blah blah, “more violence on the streets” blah blah, “the sheep strike again.” now that interested you. how shameful it is that such a violent group is named after a docile animal.

shaking your head, you throw the newspaper back into another trash can. when you get to the doctor’s house, there’s a slight hesitation when you place your hand on the door knob. nevertheless, there was no other place for you to go. the door creaks, the hinges on their last life. when you walk into the kitchen, you can see the doctor surrounded in papers.

“how was your day, dear ?” the doctor asks as he looks up. “fine, how was yours ?” you ask, already wondering why he was home. “same old, same old,” he says. “why are you here early ?” your thoughts become dialogue. “he wants to be alone,” mori says, knowing what you’re indicating. you hum in response.

“can he can think properly ?” you ask. the doctor shakes his head, “pity isn’t it ?” a scoff leaves your lips by accident. “he should still be able to be conscious of his thoughts, he’s not schizophrenic,” you say, furrowing your eyebrows. mori parts his lips before giving you a smile, but there was an uncomfortable curve of his lips that made you shut your mouth.

“my, my, how lovely it is to see you pay such attention to keen details,” mori says. you don’t say anything, you felt, almost scared. no, not almost, you were scared. “what are you doing to him ?” you quietly ask. “me ? nothing,” he says, a calm tone on his words. “how much longer does he actually have ?” you ask.

“a month,” the doctor sighs. your lips part as a small gasp leaves your lips. “you’re destroying his brain…?” you ask, almost hesitantly. you knew that the doctor wasn’t…well not a good doctor but all doctors save lives don’t they ?! “he asked about you the other day, he believed you were his daughter,” the doctor sighed, still not answering your question.

“you told me…you have told me that death comes naturally, that doctors should never be the cause of death,” you say, courage taking over you. “but you’re who’s killing him, my dear, you’re the one who supplied the medicine, you started the process,” mori says, standing up, and that’s when you freeze.

you ? a soon to be murderer ? but you just did what you were ordered to do in your time with him, give the boss the same medication every day. the doctor grabs your hands, holding them in his own before leaning down. “his blood is on your hands.” he whispers, meeting eye to eye with you. not realizing you’re shaking, the doctor lets go of your cold hands and stands up to his normal height, still in front of you.

“you did as you were told, but you are still at fault here, you are the reason he will die,” mori says, looking down at your smaller frame, yours eyes wide. you feel your heart in your throat, you only wanted to comply with what the doctor said, nothing more, nothing less. yet you were to blame, yet you ARE to blame.

“have a pleasant rest of your evening, my dear,” the doctor says, leaving you in the middle of the kitchen, in the same position with your hands out, it was as if you were frozen. you could only see the sun slowly droop and the night sky reigned, as you thought to yourself in misery. you only did as you were told.

#written by terra #sincerely terra #bsd #bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #bsd manga #bsd x reader #bsd manga spoilers #bsd dazai #bsd anime #dazai bsd #bsd mori ougai #bsd mori #bsd spoilers #bsd fic #bsd imagines #bsd angst #bsd hurt comfort

[mehbzz]

do you think the boys would be into period sex? billy i can see being kinda weirded out at first but easily swayed by all the blood. stu… well, you know hes down, but they’d both have to hide just how much theyre into it

(also pardon me if you’ve talked about this before n im misremembering!!)

18+ Period sex/oral, dubcon toeing the line of noncon, anal sex, toxic relationship

Stu x Billy and Stu x Billy x F!reader.

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The desk was smacking against the wall almost violently, and Stu felt an odd twisted sense of glee that his mother would probably notice the damage. The wood was warm beneath him as Billy fucked him over it, papers and pens still clattering to the floor with every thrust. Stu had lost the chase but he couldn’t really find it in himself to be disappointed about it.

“Caught you fair and square,” Billy panted. He kept a hand firmly planted on Stu’s back, nails digging into his skin and keeping him pinned down against the desk. “Thought you knew how to survive a horror movie?”

Stu clenched his teeth biting back the whimpers that threatened to escape his throat. It was too quick, too much, with not even close to enough prep, but Billy’s needling about him failing to escape was hurting him more.

“Even bunny lasted longer than you,” Billy’s breath was heavy, his voice strained. “But gotta admit I do like your ass better.”

Stu choked down a whine as Billy’s hips pressed hard against his ass, cock pressing deep, too deep, his nails scratching in to the varnish of the desk.

“Shame I dropped the knife, really want to mark you up right now. Did I tell you I fucked her with it?” Billy leans down, his chest flush against Stu’s back as he whispers and Stu feels his balls tighten and throb at the memory. “came around that fucking knife like she’d never had anything better.”

“Fuck Bill,” He knew, of course he did. Billy had recounted the story to him numerous times, the first time he’d heard it Billy had his cock buried so far down his throat he’d nearly blacked out.

 “So quiet baby, you not enjoying yourself?” Billy pulls back and thrusts forward hard. “rather be on your knees? Want me to make you choke on it instead?”

“You talk too much,” Stu groaned, his breath was quickening just at the thought of it. “Monologuing while getting fucked is kind of a turn off you know?”

Billy didn’t seem to appreciate that, a series of abrupt thrusts forcing a cry from his throat.

“Aw there we go. You moan so pretty for me,” Billy’s hand smacking hard across his ass at his displeased sound. “You lost the game. If this had been real you’d been gutted and bleeding out right now.”

The moan Stu let out was loud, his momentary annoyance lost at the thought of it. Caught, covered in blood, bleeding out while Billy fucked him, his cock throbbing painfully with the image.

“You cheated.” The lack of control is starting to niggle at him, as is Billy’s smugness at catching him. Stu slips one hand between his legs, half expecting Billy to tell him to stop, the relief when he doesn’t sending shivers down his spine. Forehead dropping to rest against the desk as he stroked his hand up and down his cock, closing his eyes as he jerked himself in time with Billy’s thrusts.

“Cheated? You ran upstairs dumbass,” Billy’s thrusts turning slow and so deep that Stu felt like he could feel it in his stomach. “Stupid mistake, I’m embarrassed for you.”

“Totally my plan,” Stu pants, nails scratching deeper into the varnished desk as he tries to control his breathing, the slow deep roll of Billy’s hips starting to cross the line into genuinely uncomfortable. “Had to get you active. You've been moping after bunny all week. It’s boring.” There's a touch of genuine bitterness to his words that he's a little annoyed with himself he couldn't hide.

“You don’t miss her too?” Billy asks and Stu shakes his head automatically before the question truly registers. “Really? You don’t miss our pretty pliant little bunny? The way she squirms and whimpers?”

“Fuck-, shut up,” Stu’s cock jumps and twitches hard at Billy’s words. “Miss that pussy maybe.” He forces himself to answer, although he doesn’t sound as convincing as he’d like. Because he does. He does fucking miss you and he hates it. Even breaking in to your house and railing Billy in your bed had done nothing but make him miss you more. He wants to bend you over his knee and spank you for every day you’ve been gone, force you down onto his bed and eat you out until you scream for him. His spiraling thoughts about everything he wants to punish you with pushing him close to the edge too fast and too hard, his hand tightening around his cock, squeezing himself tightly and forcing himself to calm down.

“You sound a little bitter,” Billy sighs, words breathless and almost slurring together in that way that Stu knows means he’s getting close. “You jealo-,”

“I’m not jealous.” He answers too quick, the words tumbling out of his mouth before Billy’s finished speaking. He's not jealous. He’s just a little annoyed at the lack of attention he’s being getting, that’s all.

Billy slows even more, his pace faltering and shallow. That annoys him even further because he doesn't want Billy to notice how he’s actually feeling.

“Tired out already? Need me to take over?” He tries to fuck back against him but Billy grips his hips and pulls slightly away.

“You don’t need to be jealous,” Billy drags his fingertips down Stu’s spine. “you're mine Stu,” digging his nail into his skin to scratch along the faint white B that lived at the bottom of his spine. “You’re marked as mine.”

Stu wants to respond, wants to snap back but all that leaves his throat is a desperate moan. It’s embarrassing how quickly that word can unravel him, and he’s pretty sure Billy knows it too. As Billy’s hips start to move again Stu’s mind goes blissfully blank, the pleasure finally reaching snapping point and his back arching as he came, hand tight around his cock and shooting white ropes across the carpeted floor.

“Fuck me.” He mumbles, he feels shaky, a slight tremble in his legs that has him glad Billy hasn’t pulled away from him. “Jesus Bill.”

“All right?” Billy murmured, in that soft oh so quiet tone that Stu loathed and loved in equal measure, the tone that seemed to be reserved for him and bunny alone.

Shut up. Shut up is what he wants to say but he just grunts, burying his head in his hands. He shifted his hips and winced, somewhere during his mind blinding orgasm Billy must have cum too, he feels wet and sticky, even though Billy is still buried deep.

Billy murmurs something softly again as he pulls his cock out slowly, although he doesn’t move away completely, keeping his pelvis flush against Stu’s ass as his thumbs stroke idly across his hips.

“Still can’t believe you ran upstairs.”

Stu shrugged, not bothering to try and stand up from his bent position, lifting his head to rest on his palm with a sigh. “Panicked.”

“Panicked?” Billy sounds incredulous, he moves away and Stu bites down the urge to drag him back, instead turning his head to watch as Billy leans back against the desk, close but not quite touching him.

“Plead the fifth,” Stu mutters. He doesn’t want to talk anymore and Billy doesn’t push it. He stands slowly, stretching his arms high above his head with a groan. He can feel Billy’s gaze on him and he’d be lying of he said he didn’t flex, just a little. Tilting his head and cracking his neck, definitely not showing off the smooth column of his throat as he does so and defiantly not enjoying the definite hitch in Billy’s breathing as he watches. The one place Billy so desperately wanted to mark up and the one place he absolutely couldn’t. Neck and collarbones. A weakness in Billy that he took great joy in teasing and tempting him with.

“Wanna shower with me?”

Stu doesn’t answer, the sudden invading thought of what would his mother think if she came home and found the two of them naked in her office making him pause, his gaze lingering on the mess he’d left on the carpet. Billy would never let that happen, but the chaos that would ensue would be fascinating to witness.

“Stu?”

“Yeah, sure,” He kills that thought before he feels too tempted to try and let it happen, turning his head so he can look at the mask lying in the corner of the room where it had been haphazardly thrown. “And next time you’re leaving it on.”

The sounds of voices from your kitchen takes you a little by surprise. You recognize Stu’s voice immediately, dread pooling low in your gut. You weren’t supposed to see him or Billy until later that evening, and You had  long ago made him promise not to turn up unannounced. You really should have known better than to trust he’d stick to that promise.

You take a deep breath as you enter your kitchen, stopping as you see Stu chatting animatedly with your dad. your gaze lingers warily on the open can of Jolt sat next to him, seems like the lazy afternoon you were hoping for was not going to happen.

Your dad looks disinterested and is focused on the paperwork in his hands with a barely concealed look of annoyance that Stu seems oblivious to. perched on the edge of the kitchen stool with one knee bouncing quickly up and down, he seems filled with more hyper energy than usual, making you wonder just how many of those drinks he’d actually had.

You both want and don’t want to interrupt the conversation, in all honesty you want to cancel your plans with Stu and Billy and just go to bed, even though it had been a week since you’d seen either of them, and you know full well that they are going to be sulky about the fact that you had to work on your first morning back. You shift awkwardly, gripping your keys a little harder as another cramp tugs and pulls low in your abdomen. Your period had taken you by surprise this morning during your shift, having no choice but to use one of the cheap uncomfortable pads from the women’s restroom. You take a deep breath, entering the kitchen and your heart skipping a beat in mild alarm as Stu instantly swivels in his seat to look at you.

“You kept in touch?” Your dad asks, he hasn’t acknowledged your hello and you try to not let that sting, the conversation you’re interrupting apparently one about your recent trip. “She was only gone a week.”

“I had one phone call.” Stu’s gaze is fixated on you, and you don’t miss the blatant disappointed emphasis he puts on one.

“Oh good.” Your dad is obviously disinterested in the whole situation, already focusing back on the papers and files in front of him.

“Yeah she rang pretty late, but woo boy was she-,”

“Sorry I’m late, we should get going right? The others will be waiting.” Embarrassment flares, your face heating to an unbearable degree as it dawns on you what Stu is talking about. The need to get him out of your house overriding your desire to make yourself more comfortable first.

“Aw but I was just telling your dad what-,”

“He’s busy, and we'll be late.” You tug at his arm and he immediately tries to intertwine your fingers with his. You pull away quickly, giving him a small shake of your head as you glance back at your Dad, who thankfully is still riveted to the paperwork in front of him. “I’ll be back late ok?”

Your dad gives you a distracted wave goodbye and thankfully Stu follows obediently behind you.

“You dick.” You smack his chest with the back of your hand as you pull the front door closed.

“What?” He rubs his chest before his hands are reaching out for you again, skimming down your sides to hook into the waistband of your jeans. “Just wanted your dad to know how sweet it was.” 

“Can you stop with the touching?” You bat at his hands again, sighing when he ignores your request.

“Can’t control my hands,” He tugs hard on your belt loop, pulling you back into his chest and leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. “You’re looking foxy as hell right now.”

It takes an immense amount of willpower to pull away from him, but the first lick of his tongue across your skin does make you move. “We’re outside,” You dodge his attempt to touch you again.  “And what was sweet?”

“You being away but still thinking about me. How you missed me. And my di-,”

“You better not have said that to my Dad!” You glare at him and he laughs.

“C’mon it was hot, hearing you get off like that. I could hear how we-,” He trails off with a grin as you hiss at him to shut up, giving him the finger over your shoulder as you start to walk down the road. “Fine fine.” His arm snakes around your waist, hand dipping into the back pocket of your jeans and giving you a quick squeeze. You don’t immediately pull away this time. It’s risky but it does feel good to have him touching you, to have him so obviously wanting you. “Glad youre back though bunny, Bill been driving me crazy with his moody ass.”

“He’s always moody,” You tease but Stu just shrugs, and you smile drops slightly. “Did something happen?”

“Yeah, you left us.”

You blink, a little take a back. “I didn't leave you, I went on holiday.”

“Left, holiday, Whatever,” He waves his free hand in the air, dismissing your words. “You left, he crashed. He's gone all tortured artist, sulky, wont play with me, reading shit about men turning into bugs.”

“I- what?” You frown. “Bugs?” 

“I mean it's hot, it suits him but fuck it’s boring.”

You don't know what to say, concerned and confused in equal measure, but Stu doesn't seem to care .

 “So you gonna tell me about this Trevor?”

You frown up at him, the angle a little awkward with him so close, a little thrown off by his abrupt subject change. “What about him?”

“Curious who my babygirl hangs out with.” There’s a hint in his voice, something that sounds a little annoyed, even jealous as he speaks. “Your dad said you spent a lot of time with him.”

“You’re not serious?” It hits you the wrong way, and adds fuel to something you’d been noticing for a while, Stu’s seemingly growing possessiveness. Possessiveness you didn’t think he deserved to voice considering he was the one with the girlfriend. Hypocrite you think but don’t say it out loud. He looks disappointed when you step away from his side, the groping of your ass getting a little too over the top for walking in public. “Werent you just worried about Billy?”

“Bun bun,” He pokes your cheek, making you flinch. “You’re back, he’ll get over it, so tell me all the gory details.” His teasing tone feels a little flat, the shortened version of your nickname also only making an appearance when he was upset with you but trying to be subtle about it.

“Don’t do that Stu,” You swat his hand away as you fight to keep your tone calm but it doesn’t quite work, frustration lacing into your words. “There’s no details to share. He’s practically family.”

"Not actually family though."

You sigh, wincing as another cramp stabs at your insides; you thought they had finally eased. “No, not actually.”

“So? What did you to get up to?”

"Are you really being serious right now? He's my Uncle’s friend.” He nods but doesn’t comment, his raised eyebrows letting you know he’s expecting more. “He gave me a ride a couple of times, he came to family dinner. Family dinner. Because he is family.”

"I bet he wanted to give you a ride alright," Stu waggles his eyebrows. It feels wrong. His attempt at teasing you not matching the glint in his eye. It feels vaguely threatening.

“For fucks sake," You fight to keep the annoyed tone out of your voice. You don’t want to deal with this. You want a hot shower aand to curl up under a ton of blankets.  “If I want to hang out with someone then I will thank you very much.”

“Two dicks not enough for you anymore?”

"Wow, ok,” His words hurt, you can’t tell if it’s an ill judged attempt to tease you or if he’s actually accusing you of something. “Fuck you too. You’re not seriously jealous?" The accusation escapes you before you have time to think it through. “You really want me to spell it out for you again? He’s family.” You finally snap, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say. He shuts his mouth with a look of surprise at your outburst.

“Jeez relax, overreaction much? I’m only teasing,” His eyebrows raise and you can tell he’s trying not to roll his eyes. “Sorry for taking an interest.”

“Interest? You were just accusing me of-,”

“I wasn’t accusing you of anything,” Stu shoves his hands in his pockets, his eyes wide. “I was only asking what you got up too.”

“You-, whatever,” You wave your hand dismissively, trying not to wince as another cramp makes your insides twist painfully. “I had a good time, I’m glad to be home, let’s just drop it ok?”

It lapses into silence again, and you try not to make eye contact with him but you can feel him watching you intently, his surprised look replaced by that carefully blank mask that Billy is so good at. You hate it on both of them.

“You ok bunny?” He pokes at your cheek, grinning wide when you swat him away. The sudden flip in his attitude throwing you for a second. “You seem a little grumpy.”

“Fu-,” You click your tongue. “I’m fine. Can we just go? I want to see Billy.”

Stu stares at you for a beat longer before he shrugs. “Sure,” he bows low, arm sweeping out in front of him as he holds that infuriating grin. “Lead the way.”

“You’re early.” Billy rubs a hand over his face as he sits up from his place on the bed, rubbing his palm across his face as he scoots to the edge of the bed. He looks exhausted and his slow clumsy movements hit you with a sudden rush of affection. You smile softly at him as you come to stand between his knees. Billy glances up at you with slight tilt of his head, he doesn’t look particularly happy to see you and a little knot of guilt starts to form in the pit of your stomach.

“I wanted to see you,” You falter slightly when he doesn’t respond. “How’s the bug man?”

“What?” The look of confusion that flits across Billy’s face has you biting back a laugh, his eyes narrowing at you before he glances over to Stu. “What have you been telling her?”

“Nothing man, not a thing, just you know, about the whole Eric Draven vibe you’ve had going on.”

Billy tenses.

“I missed you.” You cup his face, drawing his attention back to you and interrupting their bickering before it can escalate. You did miss him but his reserved welcome has thrown you off a little. You lean down and kiss him on the cheek, but it doesn’t get the reaction you were hoping for, moving to press a tentative kiss to his mouth instead. “I missed you a lot last week.” It seems to work, his hands finally reaching up to rest on your waist with a soft sigh.

 “I missed you too,” Billy murmurs. His tongue darts across your bottom lip before dipping slightly into your mouth. Its an odd kiss, feels more like he’s tasting you than kissing you, but you let him do what he wants. Humming contently as he flicks across your bottom teeth, he tastes like beer with a hint of cigarette smoke. You grimace slightly but bite down the urge to tell him off fro obviously smoking when he'd promised you he wouldn’t anymore.

"I missed you so damn much," He repeats, the kiss switching into something a little rougher as he nips at you, his hands tugging at the hem of your t-shirt, a move you try to stop before it goes too far. You break the kiss, gently pushing against his arms, straightening up and moving slightly out of his hold. The argument with Stu has left you feeling a little bitter, has soured your mood and reunion with them more than you thought it had. Billy picks up on your unease, he always does, and his face shutters, going blank as he shifts his weight, giving you no choice but to take a step back from him.

“I didn’t get that kind of welcome,” Stu moves up behind you and loops his arms round your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder and one hand dipping under your t-shirt to rest over your ribs. “Where’s my kiss?”

“Don’t,” You grip his wrist, stopping him from touching you any further.  The cramps were getting worse; you didn’t want things to escalate, you just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Sure looked like it. You’re so snappy today,” Stu huffs into the side of your neck, annoyed at your reluctance, even Billy looks a little offended. “Is it that time of the month?”

“You’re just annoying.”   

“See, snappy.”

Billy’s gaze briefly flickers over you, you know him well enough to know that he’s perceived your reluctance to go further than kissing him as a rejection, his gaze a little cold before he focuses on Stu. “What did you do?”

“Hey, I did nothing. Our moody girl here jumped down my throat,” Stu rest his chin on your shoulder, one hand trying to dip inside your panties and you dig your nails into his wrist in an effort to stop him. “I was only asking her about her holiday.”

“You were not-,” Your look at Billy makes you pause and the guilt flares in your chest, he looks hurt and tired and you just want to start this whole day over. “Ok fine I’m sorry for jumping down your throat. Can we drop it now?” You wince as another cramp hits you, body curling back against Stu like you could move away from it. “And you know what? Yes. I am on my period and it fucking hurts ok?”

It’s silent for a few seconds, for some reason expecting them to withdraw from you but Stu’s grip tightens rather than lets you go. “You’re in pain?” He sounds a little too excited as he asks you that. “Orgasms are supposed to help with that you know,” He takes your momentary surprise to slip his hand out from your grip to press tightly against your abdomen. “I could make you feel better?”

“No.” He gives in to your attempts to escape his hold, letting go of you only long enough to grip you hips and spin you round to face him.

“C’mon, I missed you,” He presses a kiss to your lips that you refuse to return. “And you snapped at me. You hurt my feelings bunny.”

“Because you’re a jealous asshole,” Your words are muffled against his mouth but he hears you, nipping sharply at your bottom lip in retaliation. Hard enough for you to jerk back out of his hold and straight into Billy’s chest.

He grunts softly as he loops his arms round your waist, holding you firm against his chest.  “Don’t be mean, she’s in pain,” Billy mumbles as he speaks, you can tell how tired he is but you can feel how hard he is too, pressing against you as he holds you tight.

“Can we take a time out?” You thread your fingers through Billy’s but he seems less inclined to let you go than Stu had. “I am in pain and you’re making me a little uncomfortable here.”

“Uncomfortable?” Billy repeats dully and a little weight of dread drops in your stomach. “You were all over me a minute ago.”

The atmosphere is off. It’s not the ‘welcome home we missed you’ meet up you’d been hoping for. Between Stu’s amped up hyperness from earlier and Billy’s coldness, they seem unhappy with you and its putting you on edge. Stu softly grips your jaw, guiding your chin up to look at him before you can explain yourself. “You’re really bleeding?” Stu keeps hold of your jaw but lets his free hand rest against your hip. You nod reluctantly. “That’s what a period means genius.”

“Explains your moodiness.” Stu mutters, sliding his hand across your abdomen, and tugging at your jeans zipper, you move quick, latching onto his wrist with a firm grip that he ignores.

“Can we stop now?” You arch a little against Billy’s hold, freezing when you brush back against his cock. “Seriously I don’t-, I don’t like this.”

“I missed you though,” Stu pauses in his exploration of your zipper. “and I want to make you feel better.”

He tugs at your jeans again and you let go of his wrist, against your better judgement, trying to ignore the alarm bells going off in your head and the little voice that was helpfully pointing out that you were outnumbered here. hoping that maybe when he sees the unsexy sight of your old underwear that he’ll give up.

It doesn’t, he looks completely fascinated as he lets your jeans pool at your feet, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and you squeeze you legs together before he can pull them off too. “Don’t.”

“It’ll help. Let me help you,” Stu’s fingers tap impatiently on your thigh. “It’s been a week, a whole week without you. I really really need you right now.”

“It’s ok. It’s just a little blood bunny,” Billy whispers into your ear, his hands sliding down your thighs and pushing gently, encouraging you to spread your legs. “Let Stu help you out, it’ll make you feel better.”

You don’t want to, but the want to not upset Billy further has you giving in. You can’t look at Stu as you reluctantly relax your legs, letting him pull your panties down your thighs and letting them fall to the floor. It looks wrong, and you feel so embarrassed as Stu kicks them away but neither of them seems to pay your underwear any further attention.

“Stu please,” Your plea descends into a quiet moan as he circles your clit with his index finger, sliding further down against you and you panic, squeezing your legs tightly shut before he can do what you think he’s going to do. “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” He pauses, fingers still against your skin.  “Don’t what? Use your words, baby bunny, otherwise I don’t know what you don’t want.”

“I don’t want that. It’s-, I’m on my period.” You feel a bit foolish saying it again, but the need to stress that you actually are bleeding is too strong to ignore, embarrassment making you feel like maybe they don’t quite understand that fact. Billy sighs, and you can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes in the sound, his breath against your neck making you shiver.

“We know. Open your legs sweetheart,” The pet name takes you by surprise, murmured softly against your ear as his fingers stroke over your hips and across the tops of your thighs. “I want you to feel good, alright? I don’t like you being in pain. Open them for me.”

You shiver; his soft whispers sending goose bumps over your arms and down your spine and you’re obeying him before your mind registers the movement, Stu wasting no time in sliding his hand back between your legs, his index finger slowly stroking up and over your clit where he rubs gently before he slips two fingers inside of you easily and makes a sound low in his throat that sounds a mixture between a groan and a whine. “Fuck bunny, you’re wet.”

“Does your stomach hurt?” Billy asks.

“Yeah,” you whisper, not bothering to correct either of them before you screw your eyes shut, your insides clench, a wave of cramps so hard that it makes you want to cry, head falling back against his shoulder. “Everything hurts.”

“Want him to stop?” It sounds like a sincere question but even as Billy asks it Stu shows no sign of stopping. You want to say yes but don’t want to be proven right, but then Stu crooks his fingers, thumb stroking over your clit and the brush of pleasure is all you can think about. It does feel good, and it does seem to be helping. You watch Stu’s face as he glances down at his fingers as he pulls them out of you, and his groan is enough to have your insides clenching hard in need rather than pain. You could see the fascination written all over his face as he slowly dipped his fingers in and out of you.

“"I'll be really gentle bunny, I will make you feel good,” he whispered, slipping his fingers out of your cunt and holding his hand up to show Billy. “What a fucking mess.”

Billy’s quiet groan in your ear makes your breath hitch.

“Let me take this off.” He tugs at your tshirt and this time you raise your arms obediently.  A small murmur of approval in your ear as Billy lifts and removes your shirt as Stu slides his hand back between your legs, cupping you tightly before moving upwards, smearing your blood and wetness up over your hip. You feel torn between revulsion and desire, your breath hitching in alarm when you catch Stu’s gaze, his eyes are dark as they lock on yours in a way that feels borderline predatory. “Need you to lie down.”

“No.” You speak without thinking but before you could continue or backtrack Billy has a hand curling softly around your throat.

“No?” he squeezes gently, “Bunny. Don’t say no,” sliding his hand down to cup your breast. “So pretty,” he murmurs.  “Do they hurt too?”

“Yeah," You suck in a sharp breath when he teasingly pinches your right nipple. “They’re sore.”

“Yeah? Stu’ll make it feel better. Come lie down with me.” Billy shifts to your side and you reluctantly follow him back to his bed, conscious of the way Stu is watching you like a hawk.

“I-,” You shift awkwardly; they don’t seem to be taking your reluctance seriously so you try a different tactic. “Probably gonna make a mess of your sheets you know. How about we swap roles?” Billy just smirks; drawing you into a kiss as he gently pushes you backwards, following you down onto the bed.

“Wanna swap Stu?” Billy keeps one hand on your shoulder, as if he’s expecting you to try and bolt as he turns to look back at him. You watch as Stu shrugs off his jeans, his eyes never leaving your blood smeared thighs as he starts to crawl up over your body, giving you no choice but to lie down.

“No fucking way,” He grins above you, leaning down as if to kiss you but moving at the last second to bite down on your earlobe. “I’m going to eat you out.”

You glance cautiously between him and Billy at your side. “Stu that’s- it’s-,” What you really want to say again is no, but it doesn’t seem to be working. “Messy.” You finish lamely.

He ignores you as he begins to kiss and nip his way down your body, his fingers tugging at your bra strap but Billy’s little whispered Leave it on has him moving on to sucking little kisses down your stomach. His mouth lingering on your hip as he nips gently at you, your body arching into him just a little and making him shiver. he would never get over how eagerly you reacted to him, especially when you obviously didn't want too. His tongue soothing over the bite before he positioned himself between your thighs.

“You’ll feel so much better bunny,” Billy was sitting patiently beside your head, hand idly stroking your hair and for one brief second it’s what you had actually wanted this morning. A soft, affectionate gentle reunion, but then Stu dips his head and licks his tongue through the wet folds of your cunt, making your head fall back with a loud moan.

“You taste like blood,” His voice was hoarse and strained and as you looked down at him, you could see him stroking his cock with his free hand. “So sexy, bunny.”

You opened your mouth to respond with something sarcastic but the words died in your throat when he buried his face back between your thighs. You hissed at the contact but couldn’t move away from him even if you were brave enough to try. Billy shifted closer, his attention seemingly fixed on Stu’s head between your thighs.

One finger stroked through your folds up to your clit, gentle and testing. It was slow, gentle, so unlike what you were expecting from Stu. The barely there stimulation was a kind of torture, leaving you squirming and eager for more. But it feels good, warm building pleasure easing the pain slowly.

 "Stu," you gasped, arching your back. "Please." 

 "Please? You want it now?" His smirk was clear in his tone, even as he teased the very tip of one finger into you.  

"Stop teasing," you grumbled. “Thought you were going to help me?”

“I am helping you.” He sighs, alternating between greedily dipping his tongue inside you and sucking gently at your clit.  His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers, hips rocking up into his mouth. He shifts one hand from your thigh to press flat against your stomach, holding you still as he fucks you with his tongue.

“Is it helping?" He eases off, two fingers slipping into you with a lewd noise and without even thinking about it, you attempted to close your knees, shrinking a little in embarrassment.

Billy murmurs your name in warning. “Don’t.”

You force yourself to relax, Stu pumping his fingers steadily, thumb grazing over your clit. 

"Fuck," you breathed, arching your back and rocking your hips down onto his hand. You squirm and Billy sighs as he strokes his thumb across your forehead.

"Stay still," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal.  "He’s trying to help you bunny, just look at me ok?”

Stu’s nose brushes your clit as his tongue delves inside of you and you cry out, your back arching as you break Billy’s gaze, eyes squeezing shut as you feel sparks of pleasure running all through your body.

"Stu, please.”

“Look at me,” Billy repeats, his fingers grasp your chin, pulling your face towards him. He wants your attention and you’re not giving it to him, you can tell he’s amused and a little annoyed by your inability to keep eye contact.

"You like it like that?" Billy asks as Stu crooks his fingers, rubbing up against a spot that had pleasure rising embarrassingly quickly. "Slow and gentle? You gonna cum for me?” 

“For me,” you can feel Stu’s breath across your skin, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh as he speaks. “I’m the one doing all the work here.”

“I-yes-,” It’s all you can manage as he sinks his teeth into the tender skin of your inner thigh and you hissed, arching into him as you clenched and fluttered around his fingers, thighs tightening around his head as you ride out the slow warming wave of pleasure. You felt uncomfortably wet and sticky between your legs and thought of the mess you must be making on Billy’s sheets briefly crossed your mind.

Stu slows as your moans turn into whimpers, his tongue lapping over you softly once more before he sits up. It’s hard to look at him, blood smeared all over his lips, chin and nose, somehow more but not as much as you were expecting, but the way he is staring at you makes you shiver. He looks scary, feral, but he's also got a shit eating grin on his face because he knows he made you feel better. “Gonna fuck you now.” “Greedy.” Billy finally speaks up and Stu freezes. Something passes between them; a brief silent conversation that you know you’ll never be a part of but whatever was said Stu was obviously getting his way, as he moved his hips between your thighs.

“You’re going to be a good slut and suck him off while I fuck this bloody little pussy.” He stroked the head of his cock along your cunt and you heard him swallow hard as he watched your blood coat the head. “Fuck that’s hot.” he shuddered hard as he let his cock rub against your cunt, nudging your clit and teasing you as he glides through your wet folds. He moved to kiss you and you tilted your head, trying to avoid his mouth and he tuts, obviously displeased with the movement. “I want my kiss.” It’s a sulky, childish complaint but the puppy dog eyes and pout he gives you looks terrifying combined with the blood smeared across his face. You don’t want to but you don’t move away when he leans into kiss you again. Grossed out by the taste of your blood on his lips, coppery and sticky, you forced yourself to relax as Stu grips your jaw hard, holding you still and digging his fingers into your cheeks until you open your mouth for him. He swipes his tongue in to your mouth once and then pulls away with a low groan. Your chin felt sticky but Billy was quick to grasp your wrist tightly as you tried to wipe your hand across your mouth, Stu poking you on the nose at your grimace.

“Don’t ruin it bunny, let Billy fuck that bloody mouth of yours.”

You nod your head in defeat, biting back a moan when the head of his cock presses at your entrance, your breath stuttering as he begins to push inside. The stretch of him is unfairly divine, and you try not to think about the messthe two of you are going to make.  “Fuck, look at that.” He draws out slowly, not even half way inside you, his pupils blown wide as he stares between your legs. “You’re beautiful, bleeding all over me.”

Billy murmurs your name, his patience at being ignored obviously run out as he tugs your hair to draw you attention back to him, his cock hard and ready in front of your mouth. You open slightly reluctantly and circle your tongue lightly over the tip, but he inhales sharply, a breath that turns into a needy plea when he abruptly pushes forward.  "Just a bit more, bunny."

He starts slow, letting you accommodate to the intrusion, and then slowly begins pushing further down your throat, forcing you to take him until you retch, but before you can pull away his hand grips the back of your head, holding you in place.

“Hold it there for me, breath through your nose.” His fingers wind into your hair and Billy shudders, groaning appreciatively at the sight before him. Your eyes are swimming with tears as you try not to choke. The look of adoration he’s giving you is making you want to try your best to please him, but its difficult trying to forcing yourself to breathe through your nose without panicking. “Fuck, bunny, been thinking of this the whole time you were away. You choking on my cock.”

You hum in response making his breath hitch but a sudden thrust from Stu makes you jolt, makes you gag hard around Billy’s cock, instinctively reaching out one of your hands to press against Billy’s stomach as you tried to push him away, to give you some breathing room.

“Don’t.” One of his hands quickly finds yours, giving it one you think is supposed to  be a reassuring squeeze but it feels vaguely threatening instead, but he still takes pity on you, drawing back just enough to give you some breathing room. “relax.”

You try, but although he’s encouraging you to relax he’s not stopped moving, his hips unable to stay still as he thrusts slowly into your mouth. "That's it. Fuck-"

Encouraged by his praise, you try to take him deeper, swallowing around him as the tears started to slide down your cheeks. you must look a mess but Billy glances down at you with such adoration it makes your heart soar.

"Are you crying?" Billy groans, a thumb swiping under your eye. "Cute."

There’s a hum of approval  from Stu, his pace not slowing for a moment as he slid his hands up to your breasts, brushing  his thumbs over your nipples as he leant down, biting and sucking hard at your skin with each roll of his hips. It was all overwhelming in the best and worst way. Delicious pressure was curling low in your gut, and you couldn’t stop your hips moving in time with his thrusts, chasing after your release. Stu groaned at the movement, reaching a hand between you to push his thumb to against your clit.

 “Come on, baby, you can do it,” he stutters out. “I know you can cum for me.” You were close, your orgasm creeping up on you quickly, but you could tell from Stu’s faltering thrusts that he was close too.

"m’close," Stu mumbles against your neck, tongue wet and sloppy over your skin as he strokes over your clit. “I can feel you squeezing my cock, bunny. Come on, come on."  He shudders, sounding a little desperate but his frantic fingers slick and clumsy against your clit gives you just the right amount of stimulation to do as you’re told. Another slow roiling wave of pleasure that draws a strangled cry from your throat as Stu fucks you through it. You could barely breathe as Billy started to fuck your mouth harder, his own moans getting louder as he watched your back arch.

Stu hissed, the feel of you spasming and clenching around him and the sound of you gagging around Billy’s cock enough to make him reach his own peak. His hips bucking into yours one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go as a flood of warmth settled in your belly and he came with a low hoarse moan.

Billy’s movements become rougher as he curses, dragging your face to his pelvis and holding it there as he bottoms out, cumming down your throat with an eager moan. Stu’s fingers fluttering across your throat as you swallow and Billy withdraws from your mouth, leaning back on his hands with a contented sigh, eyes closed and heaving chest as he catches his breath. You’re coughing hard, retching almost, cum and saliva dribbling down your chin, and Stu wipes his fingers through the mess, rubbing it into your skin as he continues to trail his fingers over your throat.

“Missed you.” Stu whispers. He’s still inside you, his cock twitching and softening sending little pleasurable shivers through your body.

You don’t bother saying anything, just wince as Stu finally pulls out of you, the rush of fluids immediate and all three of you stare at the redness coating his cock. He swirls his fingers along his shaft in fascination, coating his fingers in the mixture of bloody fluids. “Shit,” he sounds dazed, and there’s a soft grunt of agreement from Billy as he slumps down beside you, a hand resting across your thigh as you  both watch Stu stroke himself. It is hard to look away from, even in your exhausted state and you feel yourself zooming out as you watch, lulled into a dreamy relaxed state as Billy’s fingers trace up and down your thigh.

Stu’s hand tapping against your jaw makes you jump, forcing yourself to look up at him. His thumb brushes gently across your cheek as one hand still languidly strokes his cock.

“Clean me up?”

Billy can't help the gentle smile as he glances at you over the curve of Stu's shoulder. Curled almost against the edge of the bed, half covered by the blankets and the hot water bottle Stu had found you held tight against your abdomen even in sleep.  Your hair is damp still and he knows for a fact you're going to be annoyed about that in the morning. Annoyed further when he tells you how adorable you look. It had taken him quite a lot of effort to tempt you into the bath with him earlier, which had surprised him, and hurt, but you’d caved eventually, you always did.

He hugged Stu closer, letting the sting of hurt disappear with the warmth of Stu’s skin  before giving into the temptation to press a flurry of soft kisses across his shoulder blade. “You awake?"

It’s quiet for a minute, long enough that Billy thinks he might actually be asleep until Stu shifts with a sigh.

"No," Stu said slowly, sleep making the word more of an inarticulate grunt.

Billy tightened his arm around Stu’s waist, pulling himself closer until he is flush against his back . Stu makes a noise that he interprets as probably irritated, a noise he ignores and instead slides his hand up Stu’s hip and over his ribs.

"You doing?" Stu mumbles.

“Touching you?” Billy’s breath is warm on his skin and Stu shivers when another kiss is pressed to his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, and Billy’s roaming fingers reach higher up his chest, only pausing when Stu still doesn’t respond. "You want me to stop?"

"No. kinda." Stu whispers, trying his best to keep his breathing even, failing completely when Billy scratches a nail lightly over his nipple, only just catching hold of the whine that wants to escape. "sleep."

"Oh." Billy’s amused huff sends goose bumps down his spine. “Sleep.” 

It’s tempting. Very tempting, to let his fingers roam over Stu’s chest. A few more tweaks and caresses over his nipple and he’d give in, he knows it. It’s one of Stu’s major weak spots but instead he smooths his hand down Stu’s torso, letting his nails scratch teasingly over his skin before relenting, wrapping his arm around his waist and smothering his face into Stu’s back. He smells like you.

#scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #poly!ghostface #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #scream

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Valentine's Day

Summary: Valentine's Day just hasn't been the same for Enid Sinclair for a very long time.

Warning: Very sad, like just so much sad

Valentine's Day. It's meant to be a day about love. A day about spending time with that special someone or someones who just make your heart feel full. Right now, there's probably thousands of people that are doing just that, just embracing the time they're blessed to have with the ones they love.

But... there's one woman who isn't. Enid Sinclair.

Enid is spending today in the Addams Family graveyard. She's always hated graveyards, she still does, really. Though now, for entirely different reasons. Back then, when she was younger, they just creeped her out.

But now…

…

They remind Enid of her.

Now, Enid sits by that gravestone. How lonely it looks, Enid thinks, like it shouldn't be there yet and there's something, someone missing.

It's strange, almost. Enid used to be so chatty. She could hold entire conversations with anyone, even herself. Finding the right words was never all that hard for her. So, of course now, the werewolf struggles to find her own voice. What can she even say? All the things she wants to say, they'd all go unheard anyway. The only person she would ever speak those words to, she's gone now. Forever.

Enid reaches forward and touches the stone for a second, only a second, and yet, it breaks her entirely. She collapses forward as sobs wrack through her body, not a sound escaping her beyond a pained squeak, giving away her true despair. Enid lies on the cold, hard dirt, weakly pounding the tiny patches of grass with her palm, and she continues crying. The ground beneath her grows wet with the tears and saliva and snot falling from her face as she sobs violently. The blonde can feel her body growing weak from exhaustion, though her crying doesn't slow.

As Enid continues sobbing, she can feel her consciousness fading, and her vision begins to darken. As she passes out, the last thing Enid sees is,

Here Lies Wednesday Friday Addams

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When Enid wakes up, she’s no longer on the cold ground. Instead, she's in a warm, familiar bed. Opening her eyes, it takes a moment for the girl to recognize the surrounding room, but soon realizes where she is. The guest room of Yoko and Divina's house. When Enid pulls away the blankets, she sees she's not in the same clothes as before, instead now in fuzzy warm pajamas. Enid looks toward the window and sees it's now dark outside.

Enid gets out of the bed and puts on the slippers she spots by the door before she leaves the room and heads toward the joint living room/dining room. She sees her friends sitting at the table, drinking tea. There's another mug of tea at an empty spot on the table, still steaming.

Yoko sees Enid enter and smiles sadly, her best friend's disheveled state reminding her of the agony she's been through. "Hey pup," Yoko greets softly, "Did you sleep well?"

Still groggy, Enid rubs her eye and mumbles out, "What happened?"

Divina answers, "Morticia found you passed out by- she found you and brought you inside. She called us, said it'd be better for you to get away from the house for a bit."

"Oh, right," Enid responds sadly, "And how'd I get in these?"

"Oh uh, that was me, actually," Yoko says awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck nervously, "Your clothes were covered in mud and your hair was too a bit. So I changed you while you were asleep and cleaned out your hair as best I could. Sorry, I just didn't want you to wake up uncomfortable."

Enid shakes her head and sits down, taking a sip of the tea, "No, it's alright... thank you, Vamps."

Yoko smiles sadly again and responds, "No problem, Wolfie."

Silence sits heavily over the three women, no one having any idea what to say. They all know what's wrong, to ask would be pointless and would probably only hurt them all more. Yoko and Divina weren't that close with Wednesday, not as close as Enid was at least, but they still are feeling her loss just as heavily. Yoko especially so since Enid has been her closest friend forever. Seeing her best friend so distraught is practically tearing the vampire apart by the seams, even more so knowing that she can't do anything to rid her of this pain.

Eventually, Enid looks up at the couple and sighs, she breaks the silence, "I just- I miss her."

Enid's voice cracks and then the dam breaks once again, she's in tears again. Enid covers her face with both hands as sobs once again wrack painfully through her body. Yoko and Divina quickly stand and rush over to comfort Enid. There's not much they can do, they know that, but they hold Enid close between them and let her cry. The only way for her to get through this is by feeling everything she's going to feel.

Enid has no idea how long she cries for this time, but it barely feels like a few seconds. Slowly, her breathing slows down and her tears begin to dry. And after a moment, she laughs softly. Only a short chuckle, but it worries her friends for a second before she starts talking, "It's funny, Wednesday was always so dark... and yet, all that time I knew her, those were the brightest years of my life." Enid laughs again. "Oh gods, if she heard me say that, she'd probably kill me," Enid jokes and it brings laughter to the three women, all of them remembering fondly the short girl's pessimistic attitude.

It's a short moment of bliss that unfortunately goes past them far too fast. Enid looks at both her friends on either side of her and smiles weakly and tells them they can sit again. The room falls into silence again, the only sound being tiny sips of tea now and then. Enid breaks the silence once again when she whispers, "I don't know how to live without her."

"You don't," Yoko says simply.

"Wh- what?" Enid says, taken aback for a moment. She trusts her best friend, but she's not sure about where she's going with this.

"Don't live without her," Yoko reaches to take Enid's hand and smiles softly, "Keep Wednesday with you, in your heart. Take her with you, everywhere. Take her to the store to buy groceries. Go watch a movie with her. Eat Chinese takeout with her, I don't know, anything! Just... don't leave her behind. Don't ever forget Wednesday Addams, okay?"

Enid begins tearing up at Yoko's words and she nods, "Okay... okay, you're right. You're right. I'm not gonna let her go, never. I love her, Yoko."

Yoko nods and moves to hug Enid again, "I know, babes, I know. And you know she loved you too. You were everything to her, Enid. And wherever she is, she'd much rather be with you."

Enid nods and hugs Yoko tightly. Once they separate, Enid looks at Yoko and Divina seriously and says, "I think- I want to go back, there's something I need to do."

Divina stands and rests her hand on Enid's shoulder, "Whatever you need, we've got you, Enid."

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After making a short trip to the store, the three women finally arrive back at the Addams Mansion. Enid sits in the back seat of Yoko's car with a bouquet of Black Dahlias in one hand and a raven plushie in the other. Taking a deep breath, she straightens out the non-existent wrinkles in her beautiful black dress, one she had bought years ago for another Valentine's Day, but never got to wear. Until tonight.

Divina notices Enid's fidgeting and gets out of the car and walks around, opening the door closest to the blonde. Holding out a hand, the siren helps Enid out of the car and gently grasps her shoulders, "You look beautiful, Enid. It's okay, she's gonna love it. I promise."

Enid nods and thanks the couple for helping her. She gives Divina a hug and walks off towards the graveyard, heading directly towards Wednesday's tombstone.

The werewolf stands nervously before Wednesday's grave before she finally steps forward and lays the flowers and plush down against the stone. Enid kneels down, careful not to dirty her dress and she smiles sadly. "Howdy roomie," Enid whispers, "Happy Valentine's Day."

End <3

#valentines day #wenclair #wenclair angst #very sad #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #divina wednesday #yokovina #wednesday fanfic #wednesday series #my writing

[seat-safety-switch]

Once again, I am tested by my circumstances. The local animal shelter was looking for someone to drive some dogs to their various appointments. That responsibility fell to me, a drivers-license-having individual with a community service requirement with an “exponent” symbol in it in Microsoft Excel, to truck them there. Nobody else wanted to do it, possibly because some of the dogs have what medical experts are calling “the terror shits.”

Naturally, I couldn’t do this in my own car. Not only is the Volare incapable of holding any passengers due to the structural rust issues, but I like to keep the car clean. That’s why there’s the big holes in the floor: any dropped candy wrappers, stray strands of hair, or spilled coffees will just run out when I lift the floor mat on the expressway. No: the animal shelter was very insistent that what I would receive is a 2005 Chevy Express van, white-on-white.

This van was, well, a van. For some reason, everyone I met was apologizing to me about “how old” it was, and how they had “no money” in the budget with which to upgrade it. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that it was several decades newer than anything I’d ever operated, and I was a little bit intimidated by driving something that could go forward and backward, without having to turn the engine off and push it a little bit first.

Still, after a few minutes on the road, I immediately saw what they meant. It didn’t have any soul, this new automobile, being enormously competent at virtually every task. It didn’t shake violently on the highway, all the doors stayed closed, and it could go around corners without the windshield falling out. Soon, I was going an integer multiple of the posted speed limit, still feeling it was too slow because the sensation of danger was no longer prickling its way up my spine. I was practically falling asleep, and when I arrived at the vet’s office an hour away nearly 45 minutes ahead of schedule, I decided something had to be done for the safety of my canine charges.

While the dogs were in the shop, getting their tires rotated, I decided to do a little bit of work on my own. I had been stuck behind a slow-moving BMW SUV on the off-ramp. It was now parked outside a realtor’s office, taunting me with its copious reserve of compressed air and torque. I decided that if they weren’t gonna use their turbocharger, then I should rightfully be entitled to it. After all, it’s for the public good: who would deny these dogs an efficient, comfortable ride? Using the BMW’s toolkit and a piece of parking lot rebar as a lever, I soon had the turbocharger worked off of the engine, dropped out the bottom, and swaged into the van’s induction system. To test it out, I jumped in and pinned the throttle a few times, hearing the delightful whoosh of at least a hundred more horsepower. Yeah. This would do nicely.

All I’m legally allowed to tell you about what happened next is two things. One, the van really was less boring after all this work. The little V8 sang with the joys of forced induction, and the tires smoked well through however many gears this magic future transmission had in it. Two, it was a good thing I was going to the dog groomer’s next, because none of these animals were in a presentable shape. It turns out dogs afflicted with the terror-shits don’t like to pull a deep thirteen-second quarter mile, which is definitely something they should have told me before they gave me the keys.

Not every day of volunteering is going to be perfect. Next time I go back, I think I’ll cut a hole in the floor instead. At least that will make the cleanup easier.

[yuulina-vre]

No fun

Summary: Steve comes down with a cold, but is it really just a clod?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Masterlist

Y/N walks through the ankle-high grass, looking forward with a soft smile as her eyes gaze over all the pretty and colorful flowers. The smell is wonderful. Fresh and flowery. Soothing.

The only thing that’s a little annoying is the chill of the breeze. Goosebumps spread over her skin, and a small shiver runs down her body. And this sound. What is that? It’s a bit dull and faint, but it doesn't sound good. Could it be coughing? While she tries to listen, she turns and turns around, trying to find something. Someone!

The flower field slowly fades, but the coughing sound just gets stronger, louder. It takes a few more seconds for her to really start to wake up, but by the time her eyes slowly flutter open, she hears the coughing loud and clear. She blinks a few times and rubs her eyes to be able to focus on their dark bedroom, then she turns on her back and sits up a bit, eyes focusing on Steve lying beside her. He’s on his side, back to her, but his body is shaking and rocking with the violent, deep, and wet-sounding cough that sounds like they hurt and burn.

“Stevie?”

“D-Doll…” He stops answering for another round of coughing which lets Y/N’s mind ring with alarm. She sits up straight then, her right hand holding her up while her left hand gently strokes over Steve’s back. “That sounds nasty.” She tries to soothe him a bit, to get him to calm down and comfort. It takes a few more minutes, but then Steve settles down exhausted as he rolls on his back. His eyes are half-lidded as he pants. “Stevie, that isn’t just a cold anymore.”

“No, I’m fine. Probably swallowed wrong.” He coughs again, but it doesn't sound nearly as bad as before. “Sorry, I woke you up.”

“I’m not bothered by that, Steve. But maybe we should get you to a doctor? Let you get checked over. This cough sounds like it hurts.”

“Nah, ‘M fine.”

“Steve.” Y/N sighs, wants to say more, but Steve gifts her with a small droopy smile and pulls weakly at her hand. That alone is a sign that he’s not feeling well. He’s never rough with her, always paying attention that he’s as gentle and soft as he can be, but right now, he’s too weak even to attempt to pull her in. “Need cuddle, that’s all.” With worry on her face, she obliges his weak tug and lies down beside him, cuddled up to him with her head on his shoulder. “Stevie, you’re pretty warm. Are you sure you’re okay?” The heat emitting from Steve is enormous. More than usual, even. His shirt feels clammy against her cheek. “Yeah, ‘s just from coughing.” He clears his throat a few times and starts running his hand up and down Y/N’s side. She can hear the rattle in his chest, the slight bubbling sound that starts to worry her. She knows that this is no longer a common cold but something way more serious. Let’s make a deal, yeah?”

“Doll….” Steve’s eyes are closed, exhaustion written all over his face with a soft sheen of sweat. His brows are furrowed, and Y/N has the feeling that he’s concentrating, not to cough again. She sits up a bit more to have a better look at him.

“Steve. I don’t think this is just a normal cough, and if you’re still like this, with this rattle in your chest”, she pokes his chest right in the middle, “Then I’m taking you to a doctor. Okay?”

“Doll, that really not-”

“Are you arguing with me, captain?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, which makes Steve snort with a short following cough. “No, Mrs. Roger. Wouldn’t dream of it, ma’am.”

“Good.” She smiles and shifts down a bit to press a lingering kiss against his forehead. “So, you agree?”

“If I agree, does that mean you come back to cuddle me again?” She gives him a deadpan look because he knows the answer already. She would cuddle him anyway. Just as he knows, she’ll drag him to a doctor as soon as he’s awake, if he agrees or not. “Yeah, okay. Now come back here.” He presses a kiss to her forehead as she settles again. For Y/N, sleep doesn't come for the rest of the night. She stays awake, intent on listening to his chest, the little coughs, and the occasional wheezing.

Two days later, Y/N stroll through the sliding door, flowers in hand and a bag slung over her shoulder. She greets the woman behind the sign-in desk and skips right to the elevator. She trolls through the halls until she meets room 305. She knocks softly and enters without waiting for an answer. Steve lies in his bed, breathing mask on his face and eyes closed, though he perks up the second she enters the room. A lazy smile builds under the mask, and his hand comes up to pull it down. “Hey, baby.” His voice is slightly raspy, but that’s to be expected. After all, he managed to get pneumonia. “Hey, handsome.” She walks up to his bed and presses a soft, quick kiss to his lips. “Brought you something as cheer up and…” She rummages through her bag to pull out some pencils and a new sketchbook. “I brought this in my way here. Thought you might be glad for some distraction.”

“Thank you.” His eyes light up, and he makes grabby hands at her to pass the things over. With a soft laugh, she settles the flowers in the vase at the table opposite Steve and throws the old ones into the trash. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“Yeah?” She walks back over and settles in the chair that she has been occupying for the last two days. “Didn’t sleep well?”

“No.” Steve sighs and stets the pencils and sketchbook on his lap after inspecting it. “Been coughing a lot, barely slept at all.” Y/N’s brows furrow in concern, a hand shooting up to rum bis chest. Steve hums and his hand shoots up to grab her wrist before he brings it up to kiss her palm. Then his head falls back onto the pillow with an exhausted sigh. “Want to try and sleep now?”

“Can’t.” Suddenly his body is shaking with a round of hacking coughs, leaving him wheezing for air. Y/N jumps up and rubs his chest in hope of releasing him from some pain. It takes a few minutes for Steve to settle again finally. “Man, that sounds so bad. Should I get a nurse?”

“Nah, was here right before you came. It’ll be fine.”

“Doesn’t sound find t me, though.” Steve smiles lazily, still panting and trying to catch his breath. Y/N takes the mask from around his neck and settles it back over his nose and mouth. “Come on, handsome, get comfy.” She takes the pencils and sketchbook and puts them on his side table before she settles back on in her chair. She puts her feet on the mattress and looks through her bag until she grabs a book and pulls it out. “What are you doing?”

“Hush now. Close your eyes get comfy, and listen to me read you to sleep.” Y/N pages through the book until she finds the side Steve stopped at a few days ago. She glances over the book to catch a glimpse of her husband and finds the blonde lying on the bed with a gentle smile and soft gaze on her. “What?”

“You're reading to me? I love when you do it.”

“I know.” She smiles softly, clears her throat, and glares playfully at him. “Now, eyes closed! Sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He settles and closes his eyes dutifully, which makes her smile. She clears her throat again and starts reading.

It doesn't take more than ten short minutes until she hears a soft snore coming from the bed. She continues reading out loud until she finished the chapter and mark it with Steve’s bookmark. She loves reading to him and has formed the habit of at least finishing the chapter she’s on since Steve once complained that she stopped in the middle and he couldn’t really dream then. How he knew is beyond her, but since then, she never did it again. Carefully she puts the book back into her bag and pulls her own out, and starts reading. All she can hear is Steve’s soft snores, the occasional soft cough, and the ticking of the clock on the wall. About an hour later, a nurse slips in and smiles at her. “Ah, he’s finally sleeping? Poor thing was hacking up a lung all night.” Y/N smiles back and nods as the nurse checks Steve over, noting dutifully and relieved that his fever is down too. Then she leaves them both alone again with the promise of returning with lunch in about an hour. “You stayed.” The raspy voice startles her out of her concentration, and the book almost falls from her lap to the floor. Still, she greets a sleepy, blinking Steve with a soft smile. “Of course.” She stands up and kisses his cheek, her hand carding softly through his mussed hair. “My husband’s in this hospital, after all.”

“Really?” Steve coughs slightly, hand flying to his chest as he tries to sit up but fails. “Should have introduced us.”

“Maybe I should.” She grins and kisses his temple while guiding him back down. “Now, how are you feeling?”

“Better. Thank you.”

“Great. Then scoot over. It’s been too long since I’ve got any cuddles.”

Steve laughs, which throws him into a smaller coughing fit, but he settles faster this time and scoots to let his wife slip in beside him. “I love you.” He kisses her temple and pulls her as close as he can. “I love you too.”

#steve rogers #reader #reader insert #Steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #yuulina writes #sickfic