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todosdream · 16 days ago

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I can fix that | ony

2.7k wrds. black fem reader. fluff.

warnings: cursing, men can be sucky, bluecollar!ony, flirting

pliers, pliers, pliers, you think to yourself as you search through the store.

about a week ago, the stream on your shower head started acting funny. at first you could just hit it a couple of times with the perfect amount of strength and it’d be knocked back into its senses. over time, the trick started to work less and less.

one particularly frustrating day led to a swing with too much umph in it, unfortunately knocking the thing out of commission. after a brief moment of frustrated silence, you decided to just replace it. you’ve already picked out the fancy massage shower head you want. now, here you are in good ‘ole home depot, searching for all the tools needed.

you’re roaming the aisles and trying to look like you have at least the slightest clue what you’re doing, even though your source of knowledge for the particular task at hand is just… well, the internet. it probably isn’t a good idea, you doing this yourself, but there’s no way you’re paying out the ass for something you can let youtube guide you through. hopefully you won’t make it worse. if all else fails, you can just continue to take baths for now.

“pliers!” you smile to yourself when you notice the rack. your smile slowly but surely dwindles when you realize just how many types there are up on the wall, the variation of colors and shapes immediately making you regret your decision. “what the fuck,” you mumble.

combination, flat nose, linesman… the list goes on and on and on.

before you can let out a sigh of frustration, you hear the agitating sound of someone clearing their throat behind you. “need help, little lady?” a voice calls, sounding almost slimey in its delivery.

you turn, top lip already itching to raise in irritation, but you see it’s one of the employees. the bright orange apron is an insult to your eyes, but it’s not as bad as the look on the guy’s face. “oh. um... yeah, if you don’t mind. I just need a pair of pliers to change out my shower head,” you say casually.

he hums with a raise of his eyebrow, eyes flicking up and down your form. it’s a judgemental gaze, very telling for how this conversation is about to go.

oh, brother.

“you sure you can do that all by yourself? pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to get your hands dirty,” he drawls, a smirk tugging at his lips. it almost makes you want to gag.

“I’m sure,” you say blandly. you definitely didn’t come here to talk to mr. greasy, despite his attempt. “I just need a basic pair of pliers. please and thanks.”

he doesn’t seem to like your tone, smirk falling as his ego is bruised. he must pull shit like this all the time. it’s a wonder his ass hasn’t been fired.

“well, I can’t just sell you anything basic, sweetie. that’d be doing you a disservice,” he tries again. he walks past you to the wall display, gesturing with his arms. you get a whiff of funk every time he moves. “these here are top notch. definitely what I’d recommend. there’s no way you’ll mess up.”

before you can give the nastiest eye roll manageable, a voice grumbles from behind you.

“aye, bruh, you can chill with all that sales shit.”

ony had approached behind you a few moments prior, several feet back as he waited for the two of you to move and stop blocking the wall.

his trip to the store was supposed to be simple. he just wanted to get a new pair of tongue and groove pliers, maybe some more bug spray for his home, and then get an icee from the gas station after working all day in the damn heat.

but here he is, sighing softly to himself as he listens to the worker attempt to ruin both of your days. he figured he’d put himself and you out of your misery.

when you turn to inspect the newcomer, who’s quite frankly saying what you were thinking, it’s like a scene from a movie. you can hear the imaginary music playing and everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

behind you is the finest man you’ve ever seen. dark skin, locs pulled up into a messy bun, bushy eyebrows pulled into a slight frown. he’s handsome, kind of like the men you’d expect to be in a monthly calendar of fine ass, hardworking beaus. light brown eyes, beard in slight need of a trim. his arms are crossed and big, covered in tattoos and small scars, and his form towers over yours. rugged but sexy.

“that’s what I’m supposed to do, sir,” the worker says with a tight smile. “is there anywhere I can point you to? I’m a bit busy helping this girl right now. as you can see.”

your gaze flickers back and forth, taking in both men’s demeanors. now, how did I end up in this? you ask yourself.

“nah. I’m good here,” ony responds with a shrug. his gaze is steady and doesn’t even shift your way. he stares down the employee with a calm look, seemingly unbothered. “this young lady don’t need you in her face if you gone be condescending. and she needs a basic tool for a basic job, not something she’ll have to spend big money on to use once.”

the worker’s eyes narrow, but before he can respond, someone speaks over the intercom.

“buford please report to aisle 13. buford please report to aisle 13.”

the worker, now outed as buford, huffs and crosses his arms. “alright, miss, I’ll be right back, okay? if this guy bothers you, just come grab me.” you give a tight lipped smile in response. “yeah, sure. thanks.”

with one last (supposedly threatening) look to ony, the employee walks off, grumbling softly under his breath. there’s a quiet tsk from the man still standing next to you, and he shakes his head as he watches the other retreat.

“sorry about that,” ony says with a nod in buford’s direction. his tone is softer now, but not overly so, and the strength of his gaze is now on you. it causes a warm feeling to bloom within you and a small smile to tug at your lips.

“yeah. being a woman means unfortunately being used to it,” you say with a soft laugh. “I’m not opposed to a knight in shining armor from time to time, though.” you tilt your head with the tease, a flirty sparkle in your eyes.

hm. ony doesn’t like that fact that you’re used to it, though he understands. but he does like the flirting tease from you.

his eyebrow raises as a smile crawls onto his face. such a pretty belle you are. and a fun personality is there too, he can tell. “I ain’t a knight, I’ll tell you that. but I can fix that shower head for you. if you want.”

“mmm, I don’t know,” you say, a playfully suspicious look on your face. “you’re still a man. don’t want just any stranger in my home.”

“I don’t have to be a stranger,” he smiles, obviously quite tickled. the action makes a deep dimple appear on one side, as if the man could get any finer. “but I do this shit forreal, I swear. here, let me getchu my card.”

he reaches into his wallet and pulls out a slightly crumpled business card, handing the item to you. you take the card and glance over it, noticing the lackluster design layout and plethora of services offered.

“interesting design. onyankpon, huh?”

“close. onyankopon, but I go by ony,” he says lowly, correcting your pronunciation. he tilts his head a bit, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “that face says you think it’s less than interesting. what’s ya name, pretty?”

“ᥫ᭡,” you answer with a smile. “the seems… slightly legit, I guess. I keep that thang on me though, so how about an exchange of services, mr. ony? I can design a new card for you. this is cute and all, but I can make it better.”

the idea is appealing to the man, but you’re where his full interest lies. there’s a teasing tug in the way you interact with him. he likes it. “a trade,” he says with a nod. “I can do that. I was fully ready to do it at no fee, though, darlin’.”

you shrug, face warming just a smidgen. “I don’t mind. keeps my skills sharp.” you pause, looking him up and down. “you are legit, right?” you question with a squint of your eyes.

ony chuckles then, rubbing at his jaw. “I’m forreal. got a truck with my name on it and everything.”

you hum and place your hands on your hips. “‘kay then. I don’t have to buy the pliers anymore, right? this place is a nightmare. spooky.”

ony shakes his head, dimple on full display with his handsome grin. you’re just too cute to him, all jokes and beauty. “nah. I do, though. ‘scuse me, ᥫ᭡.”

the sound of your name from his lips sounds unfairly addictive. you look up at him as he reaches over your shoulder, body close but not close enough. he keeps his eyes on yours as he grabs the pliers he needs, the scent of his cologne only adding to the experience.

gah damn.

the man gives you another charming smile as he steps back. “I have to go do another job in a few, but call that number when you wanna schedule somethin’. hope to see you later, pretty. don’t leave me hangin’, yeah?”

ᥫ᭡

“nice spot you got, darlin’,” ony murmurs as he walks through the doorway. it’s a cute sight, seeing his large frame treat your comfy home with so much respect.

he wipes his work boots on your doormat for a long moment, ensuring he won’t track anything around. he’s sure to adjust his work belt so he doesn’t budge anything. he’s looking around with rapt curiosity.

“thanks. took me a while to decorate how I liked, but it was worth it,” you smile. “c’mon, I’ll show you the bathroom.”

ony follows behind you, wondering if you wore the cute lounge outfit you have on for him. he intentionally keeps his thoughts respectful, but little does he know, you absolutely did.

he steps into the bathroom behind you, noticing the scent of jasmine and sandalwood from the wax warmer. your place is definitely a woman’s place in all the best ways, and he has no choice but to smile when he sees how cohesive the decor is.

“okay, darlin’. lemme take a look,” he mumbles. you step aside and wait with your fingers interlocked. after stepping into the shower and looking over the situation, he lets out a focused hum.

“yeah, definitely time for a new one. I’ll get this off real quick, you’ll be good as new in a few,” he nods. “where’s the replacement?”

“right here in the sink,” you point, happy to help. it feels like opening the door when someone carries a couch or something. like you’re not doing the hard work but still contributing.

ony lets out a warm chuckle, once again amused. you’re just happy to be here and he adores that. “good. you mind handing it to me when I ask?”

“nope!” you chime.

he shakes his head with a grin, dimple once again capturing your heart. he works efficiently for the next few moments, quickly dismantling, cleaning, and prepping. “alright, pretty,” he murmurs, holding out his hand.

you happily plop the replacement head into his hand and he takes it with a smile. “a lil helper, huh?” he asks as he easily completes his task. “alright. I just need to check for leaks and you’ll be good to go. easy peasy.”

“perfect, thanks so much, ony, I really appreciate it,” you smile. who knew a trip to home depot could kill two birds with one stone? free assistance with the shower and a fine ass man.

“no problem,” he chuckles. “just leave a good review on my site,” he winks.

“will do. five stars, I promise,” you grin. “I’m gonna run to the other room real fast.”

ony lets put a hum of acknowledgement as he checks over the shower head, vigilantly searching for leaks. you turn to exit, heading to the living room to grab the small cardboard box on your coffee table.

“what’s that?” you hear him ask from behind you. you turn and shake the box in your hands, enjoying the rattle. “your cards! you didn’t forget about our deal, did you?”

the man smiles as he crosses his arm, leaning on the doorframe. “I told you I was fine with doing it for free.”

“oh, well,” you roll your eyes. “c’mon, check em out. I only got a few in case you didn’t like ‘em.”

he hums as he approaches you, stopping just short of your frame to take the box from your hands. he lifts the lid and slides a couple out, eyebrows raising in surprise when he sees the new look.

“damn. this shit look professional as hell. I like the color too.”

“yeah?” you smile. “I made sure it looked as nice as possible, some color to liven it up a little. added your logo from your site. now you just need to keep them in something so they’re not rumpled when you hand them out.”

he chuckles in response and nods. “hell yeah. I like these much better, forreal. thanks, ᥫ᭡.”

“no problem,” you wave dismissively. it really hadn’t taken long at all. “service for service, right? I would’ve struggled with the shower, and no disrespect, that card was all over the place. misaligned, boring with no color. hope you didn’t pay the designer much.”

ony licks his lips and sheepishly rubs at his jaw. “mm. I was the designer, pretty.”

“oop-“ you immediately respond, laughing softly. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that.” you did, but now you felt bad, so you feel the need to spare his feelings as much as you can. he probably tried his hardest.

“s’no problem. you were right. this is definitely an upgrade,” he nods, waving the card in his hand. he can’t be mad if he just doesn’t have the skill, and he never got around to paying someone to do it. “makes me feel all official and shit with my name on my truck and now this. I’d say this was a good trade. except…”

“except?” you ask with a raise of your brow. you were pretty sure you did a damn good job, checking several times that the design was crisp and typo free.

“except,” he starts, “I traded for you to redesign my card. not print them.”

you blink at him. “I’m missing your point? I told you I only got a few.”

he shrugs, twinkle of mischief in his brown eyes. “still paid for them. that’s technically a service and a purchase. it ain’t fair, y’know?”

“I mean, it’s not really a big deal…” you trail off with a mumble.

“ᥫ᭡,” he says warmly, looking at you with a dimpled smile and a tilt of his head. “I’m tryna ask you on a date. just go with it.”

you blink again before you have to fight a smile. cute. really cute. he’s fun.

“hmmm,” you start, tapping your chin. you’re playing the part now, and you have to admit it’s very amusing. “you might be right about that. s’not a fair trade. we should discuss this further.”

“mhm,” he smirks. “how about… dinner? my treat.”

you bite you lip and tilt your head slightly. “dinner and a drink,” you rebutt.

his smirk widens, a twinkle in his eye. “dinner and drinks.”

“you’re a bad negotiator. you know that?” you question, squinting playfully.

“I don’t know, I feel like I should throw in some extra for emotional distress,” he shrugs. “an unfair trade can be a lot to deal with, you know.”

you laugh and shake your head in disbelief.

“I think you’ve got yourself a deal, mr. ony. dinner and drinks, I’m sold.”

a/n: just a little meetcute :) get the title reference?

this is inspired by one of my text aus lmao. writing a lil everyday is kinda gettin me out this funk ngl. feedback always welcome and wanted <3

#aot onyankopon #aot x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan #ony x black reader #onyankapon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x you #writings — fic

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theres-a-body-here · 1 year ago

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Recieving a love letter

Part two

You decided that the best time to give it to them (pause) is during a trial

Characters: Oni, Trapper, Deathslinger, Mastermind, Cannibal, Ghostface Warnings: Internalized Homophobia, Death, some spice Male!reader

The Oni - Kazan Yamaoka

Impossible... You're both men

Kazan cannot accept this

This simply wasn't acceptable during his era

He immediately smashes your head in with his Kanabo on instinct

Gay panic defense

The evil has been dealt with, Kazan lets out a deep exhale

But...his eyes wander to the letter, still within your cold, stiff grasp

Advantages come from all angles... Don't they?

Kazan takes the letter, convincing himself he'll use whatever information he finds inside against you

It smells like you... Not that he checked

(He did)

A red wax seal holds the letter closed

Kazan looks closer

You had carved his family crest into the wax

Something foreign invades his body, something other than rage

It's nervousness

He opens the letter, making sure to keep the seal intact

For no reason in particular

(He's pocketing that mofo)

Instantly, he's impressed by your penmanship

So organized, clean, and sharp

But its contents are even more eye catching

The love letter is short and sweet

But what follows is even sweeter

A haiku

Kazan feels his heart skip a beat

He checks it once, then again, and one more for good measure

Yep, no mistakes

The loud pop of a gen echoes through the trialground, snapping him out of his trance

Kazan whips his head all around, looking for witnesses

Finding none, he pockets the letter

He stares at your lifeless body, feeling something else flutter in his chest

Guilt

The Trapper - Evan MacMillan

Evan stares at you as you hold your letter out for him to take

After a long, uncomfortable silence, he takes it

He brings it to his face, inspecting it through the holes of his mask

Evan has absolutely no idea what to do here

He looks back at you

"Do you...want me to fuck you?"

Romantic gestures are new territories for Evan, so he honestly thinks this is just your way of asking for dick

Whichever the case, he has a job to do

He puts you down without hesitation and hooks you up, leaving without a second glance

He's still holding the letter

Part of him wants to rip it up, and the other is curious to know what you wrote

He sloppily tears the letter open, reading it hastily as he walks to the next gen

Evan stops when he reads a bit more

You weren't asking for a ball slapping, eye watering, toe curling, deep dick fuck...

You were asking for his heart

You wanted all of him, hooks and all

Okay now he feels a bit bad

Evan reads some more

You actually drew a portrait of him within the letter, saying you learnt of his knack for art from Philip

Now he feels even worse

He lets the others save you without hiccup

In fact, he basically leaves for alone for the rest of the trial

He stops chasing and hurting the others occasionally to stare at you from afar, observing that focused look on your face as you work on gens or heal a teammate

Evan feels butterflies and he no longer has the strength to swat at them

It doesn't matter if he kills all your friends or if they opened the gates and left; Eventually, you're alone with him

He holds your letter out, watching as confusion sets on your face

"I'm dirty and sloppy... I'll ruin it"

He sounds vulnerable, waiting for you to respond

You curl your hand over his, folding the letter into his palm

"I want you to keep it," you say softly, as of talking to an apprehensive deer

He doesn't know what to say

Whatever he was going to respond with gets stuck in his throat as you lean in to kiss the cheek of his mask

He watches as you leave through the exit gate, glancing down at the letter in his hand

The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn

Obviously you're joking... Right?

Cuz there's no way you'd be attracted to someone like him— Old, beat-up, and grumpy

You'd have to push him some more if you want him to accept the letter

Convince him you're being genuine

Eventually, he gives in and takes the letter from you

He glances around nervously, like he's expecting the other survivors to jump out and laugh at him for falling for the joke

He opens the letter, stunned when he sees there's actually things written inside

A blush creeps into his face as he reads, only deepening when he reads more

After he's done, Caleb can't even meet your gaze

After a few moments of silence, he speaks

"I can.....uhhh....keep this... right?"

Talk about awk as hell

Even after the trial, he lies awake thinking about it

Caleb rereads the letter over and over

You're gonna have to be the one to seek him out outside of trials since he's way too embarrassed now

"Yer serious 'bout this, ain'tcha?"

He decides to let his guard down just a bit to let you in

Be prepared to give him lots of reassurance

"Yer sure ya ain't mistaken?"

Caleb isn't one for words, so instead of writing you a letter, he makes you trinkets out of scrap metal

If you kiss him as thanks, he'll actually die on the spot

So please don't... unless you're evil as hell

The Mastermind - Albert Wesker

Wesker makes you kneel as you give him the letter

After snatching it out of your hands, he scans it meticulously

"I see you've made eleven spelling mistakes"

He enjoys the way you tense up instantly, like a puppy waiting to be put on punishment

"How adorable"

He ALLOWS you to watch him put the letter in his inner coat pocket

He would never admit it, but this certainly boosted his ego to new heights

Albert lifts you off the ground and tosses you over his shoulder

He carries you to the basement

"Stay here while I deal with your companions"

He leaves to kill the rest of your friends

After every hook, he pats his chest to make sure the letter is still there

He'll deny he ever did that if you ask him though

Once he returns, Wesker will bombard you with questions, expecting an answer within 5 seconds or less

What took you so long? What do you like most about him? Would you choose him over your friends? How can you satisfy him?

He loves how easily you crumble under his interrogation, blushing and stammering like a fool

Once he's had his fill, he picks you up again

He carries you to hatch

Before he lets you go, he grips your chin and makes you look at him

"I suppose I ought to leave you with something"

Wesker reaches into his coat and pulls out a pair of sunglasses

"I hope you can explain this to your allies," he chuckles

Before you can protest, he puts them on you and drops you into the hole

The Cannibal - Bubba Sawyer

Freezes in place and gasps when he sees you hold out your letter

He lets out a happy squeal before dropping his hammer and chainsaw to the ground

Bubba takes the letter from you gently, treating it like glass

He immediately plops onto the ground

He tears open the envelope carefully and take out the letter

He's completely forgotten about the trial

He reads the letter, shaking with excitement

It's sappy, sweet, and everything he's ever wanted

Even when the sounds of popping generators ring through the trial grounds, Bubba doesn't take his eyes off the letter for a second

He occasionally stops reading to either make a sound of happiness or cover his face out of embarrassment

Once he's finished, Bubba will stand up and pull you into a bone-crushing hug, lifting you up a bit and swaying you around like a ragdoll

You're definitely leaving this trial unharmed

He grabs your hand tightly, marching over to the hatch or exit gates and lets you leave with a goofy wave

The Entity doesn't even punish him for it since his joy was so great it made up for the lack of bad emotions from the survivors

He immediately works on writing a letter for you after the trial is over

The next time you see him, expect another bear hug followed by a letter being shoved in your face

It's messy, sticky, and covered in glitter

Crudely drawn hearts cover the inside as the letters are shaky and almost intelligible

But you can tell Bubba put his whole heart into it

The Ghostface - Danny Johnson

Instantly smug as hell

"Oh, what's that? That for me?"

He takes it from you and immediately tears it open, tossing the envelope behind him nonchalantly

His mask moves as he visibly reads through the letter, occasionally chuckling and shaking his head

Danny finds this scenario so fucking funny— A survivor having a crush on a killer

After he's done, he looks up at you

"Do you have daddy issues or something?'

He laughs loudly when he sees a hurt expression flash across your face, walking over to wrap an arm around your shoulders

"I'm just messing with ya, cutie"

Danny marches over with his head high to one of the hooked survivors, waving the letter in their face

You stand to the side awkwardly, unable to meet your friend's bewildered look

"Your homeboy is down bad for me. Whaddya think about that?"

The survivor grits their teeth struggling to keep the Entity's claw from puncturing their chest

"I think....Gah!...they.... have daddy issues...fuck!"

"THATS WHAT I SAID!"

You're never living this down

He goes around the map showing off your love letter to the others

After he finishes gloating, Danny hooks you

What? He's the Entity's favorite! He can't his reputation be tarnished

Outside of the trial, he follows you around like a shadow

He deadass interrupts your conversations with the others to tell you he wants attention, and you'd better deliver

Your love letter was basically an invitation for him to claim you as his own, whether you regret it or not

You're his now

Like a housecat that swats at others who get too close to their owner

"That kiss factory better be open, pookie"

He says shit like this in front of any survivor or killer

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rottenstrawberrymilk · 1 month ago

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sleeping

slasher x reader

michael myers (halloween), jason voorhees (friday the 13th), thomas hewitt (texas chainsaw massacre), brahms heelshire (the boy), pyramid head (silent hill), chris walker (outlast), daniel robitaille (candyman), harry warden (my bloody valentine), bo sinclair (house of wax), bubba sawyer (texas chainsaw massacre), kazan yamaoka ('the oni' dead by daylight), philip ojomo ('the wraith' dead by daylight), quentin shermer ('the blissfield butcher' freaky)

preferences

not healthy not condoned

Michael Myers

Michael sleeps like a fucking plank. Back flat to the mattress, facing straight up, arms stiff at his side, like he doesn't know how to sleep like a normal human being. If you're lucky, sometimes he'll close his eyes, but for the most part he just stares up at the ceiling, breathing heavy throughout the night. He won't take off his mask either, so that doesn't help at all.

Something about the embodiment of pure evil laying motionless at your side just keeps you up and you can't sleep unless he's sleeping. You absolutely refuse to let your guard down when he's awake near you on the off chance he decides he's tired of you and wants you dead.

It kept you awake for the first few nights and you considered asking him to go sleep on the couch a couple of times. You know now he's lying there awake for no other reason than to keep you awake as well. He's a spiteful fucking bitch like that. If something bothers you, he actually goes out of his way to continue doing it. Just his sense of humor apparently. Making you miserable seems to be a kink of his.

Trying to leave doesn't work either. If you get up to go sleep on the couch instead, you probably won't even make it to the living room. He'll grab you by your arm as your leaving the bedroom and yank you back onto the mattress and then not let go of your wrist for the rest of the night. And if by some chance you do actually make it to the couch, he'll just pick you up off of it (doesn't matter if you're actually asleep or not) and carry you back to bed. If you're somehow still asleep, it wakes you up most of the time. There's been very few times where his manhandling hasn't woken you up.

You notice you have significantly more nightmares with him around. Often, you wake up shaking or gasping for breath, even though you hate looking weak or vulnerable around him. You pull it together as quickly as you can and hope the dark circles don't show as obviously in the morning. Concealer is becoming your best friend realll quickly.

Michael knows he's the cause of them and obviously is fine with it. He might even be pleased with it. You're not actually sure, he's fucking impossible to read. You don't really want to be able to read him anyways because it means you've gone out of your way to be close to him which you never want to happen.

Still, there's occasional night terrors that he knows he doesn't cause. He can tell which ones they are based on whether or not you reach over to check if he's still in bed next to you. You're not the cuddly sort, at least not with Michael, so he knows it has to be somehow worse than him for you to want to willingly touch him or seek out any sort of comfort from him being there. He allows you to hold onto his arm--maybe his hand if you're lucky during those nights. And the two of you just lay in silence as you blink back tears and try not to sniffle too loud.

Sometimes like once a week he actually does seem to sleep. You're normally not awake to notice this, but a couple of times you've caught him.

Michael isn't one to have nightmares because he's usually the one causing them, but there are nights where he dreams and wakes up not remembering. And he's left with an awful feeling that is very very different from his usual black numbness. It's gone quicker than it comes, but the fact that it's able to happen at all is...odd.

He'll put a hand over your neck and feel your pulse increase if you're awake. It's a familiar feeling. A way to remind himself of what he's capable of and it makes the feeling in his chest go away. It makes him feel powerful again. You don't like it, but some part of you knows it comforts him in some sick way. It's not like you can just swat his hand away anyways unless you want the knife in your throat instead.

All you can do is lay still as his grip tightens slightly every now and then and your heart rate spikes. His thumb rubs slowly under your jaw, against the skin of your neck.

Jason Voorhees

Jason doesn't really need to sleep, but he does like to rest sometimes after rough nights when he's aching and hurting. Mostly, he just lays there, staring at the ceiling, breathing raggedly. Originally, this concerned you, but eventually you just realized after decades of being drowned or choked or killed in various ways he just...sounded like that.

He used to hold his machete when he rested, but now he holds you too. The machete can go in the other hand because he's not letting go of it while he has his guard down. Usually, it's rested over your side or overtop your back. It used to make you nervous, but now it's basically like a weighted blanket to you.

Normally, you sleep with your face to his chest, head bowed, fingers gripping loosely at his torn shirt. He thinks it's cute, but can't really tell you that, so his palm usually just rests overtop the hand clenching at the fabric.

Ever since you came around, he definitely takes the opportunity to rest more. Especially if he's lucky enough to walk in on you napping somewhere already. It's sort of a bonding activity since he's often too busy tending to the rotting camp or the tunnels or hunting or murdering and such. Sleeping with you is always an option, of course, but he tends to be the one to shy away from this and simple stick to cuddling.

Sometimes you have pretty rough nightmares that wake you up in an icy sweat. They're never about him. About something else that you definitely can remember every time you wake up, but you don't dare to explain. It's something you don't have to tell Jason, because a part of you believes he already knows the reasons behind your night terrors.

Luckily, Jason is usually always there and so is his machete so you're quick to calm yourself and press closer into his chest, trying to forget the nightmare as quickly as you can and fill your nose with the smell of earth that clings to him.

Jason doesn't actually sleep, so there's not much of an opportunity for him to dream. He sees things sometimes, though. Hallucinations maybe. Of his mother obviously. Of water in places where water shouldn't be. He loses himself in old thoughts and memories when nothing else is going on.

There's not ever much to indicate this happening. He sits quietly at your side most of the time. If you're awake, however, you can usually sense the change in his energy and his demeanor. Tentatively, you'll wrap an arm around him and offer him some comforting whispers, even if you know he won't respond.

"You're okay, Jason."

"I'm here, Jason."

It's everything to him.

Thomas Hewitt

Between the coldness of the basement and the fact that Thomas is a giant heat generator, you can't think of a better sleeping arrangement than with him in that basement. He's only down there on nights when he doesn't come up to the main house to sleep in his actual room, so you have to play your cards right to catch him down there at the right time. He's unpredictable and comes and goes with little to no plans so there's not much of a schedule to memorize. During the summer, though, he tends to sleep down there more so you can always look forwards to that.

You think he might enjoy your company too. Especially during those summers because there's hardly ever a night where it's not sweltering hot and everyone is miserable. The flimsy fans just aren't enough. So when there's no dinner in the basement or anything alive inside of it, you and Thomas utilize it often. The rest of his family tends to keep away from it, so it's even nicer. It's like a little private blood stained suite that Charlie can't burst into unannounced.

Thomas seems to notice that your mood improves when you can sleep in the basement with him, so he actively works harder in the summer to make sure the basement is always cleared out of intruders or whoever's next on the plate. He wants to keep the basement to himself and you as much as he possibly can.

While he may not be overly touchy when he's awake, that all changes when he's sleeping or getting comfortable alone with you. He's constantly got his arms wrapped around you tight or your body pulled into the curve of his while his soft breath stirs at your hair. Sometimes, he strokes over your soft skin or pulls his fingers through your hair--something you become increasingly attached to and appreciative of.

You learn quickly to get comfy when he gets his arms around you because you're not going to be able to break out of his grip until he's awake.

Brahms Heelshire

He's been practically begging to sleep in the same bed as you for weeks. You hadn't been the biggest fan of this idea, not even when you were letting him sleep with you. Your own bed had been special to you when it came to Brahms' clinginess. Sharing it with him felt like you were going to give up the very last stronghold against him you had. You knew that when you were sleeping, he often spied on you through the walls anyways, but at least you'd had a few hours where he wasn't constantly all over you.

Reluctantly, however, you'd soon agreed to this after getting annoyed with his antics. He'd gone quickly from simply staring at you from behind cracks and keyholes in the walls to just straight up hovering over you. At one point, you caught him lifting the sheet off of you in what you assumed was an attempt to sneak into bed with you. You figured that he was eventually going to succeed, so the least you could do was have a little bit of control over this and act like it's all on your own terms. It's stupid, but it makes you feel better.

Holy fuck, he is a snuggler for sure. If you think he's touch starved and needy when he's awake and on his feet he's on a whole other level when he's sharing a bed with you. He's always got a leg hooked over yours and often he presses his face into the crook of your neck or your hair. His hands seem to constantly be moving over your arm or down your side, like he can't actually believe you're real and laying in bed with him.

Brahms doesn't really hide his "excitement" to be in bed with you for the first few nights, and it makes it awkward to fall asleep with his cock usually pressed to your back. Lucky for you, he soon realizes that being in the same bed as you is not an automatic invitation to fuck you.

Obviously it still happens, you have your needs too and you'd be lying if you said he wasn't getting good at pleasuring you. But at least he has a bare minimum understanding of the importance of your consent.

You will admit he's a really good cuddler, though. He makes you feel...loved. For a lack of better words. Wanted. And needed by the way his fingers pressed into your skin and the porcelain perfect lips of his mask grazed softly over your neck.

When he sleeps, however, he's not as gentle. He has nightmares, often, seemingly violent ones that often wake you up before he wakes up. The first thing he does when he finally wakes up his sit up and wrap his arms back around you, pulling you back under the sheets with him. You can hear his quick, shallow breaths from behind the mask and sometimes you feel him trembling against you.

Once you asked him what it was he dreams of. He responds with one word, softly in the darkness, the child-like tone completely missing from his voice.

"Fire."

Pyramid Head

You don't think he sleeps.

Sometimes he'll stand still for awhile, like he's listening for something, but you've never actually see him lay down or give off any semblance of sleep. It makes sense after all--he's an otherworldly monster why would he have to sleep anyways? It does always give you a bit of a giggle though, trying to picture him laying down with that big ass helmet.

You're not sure what his deal is, but once again, him not ever getting tired or being plagued by exhaustion familiar to human isn't a downside for you whatsoever. It honeslty makes you feel safer.

You're not immune to this human exhaustion however. You'd think being stuck in purgatory hell town would have just some benefits like maybe excusing you from basic human functions, but apparently not. Either way, when you do have to take a break to sleep or nap somewhere, he'll usually stand over you or at least patrol nearby.

There's this...need in him to just. Make his rounds and punish. Like a shark needs to move in order to live, kinda.

For most, it'd be harder to fall asleep with a giant menacing monster with a giant knife standing watchfully over you or dragging said giant knife around obnoxiously on the hunt for the damned...but not for you. He's looming and terrifying and possibly hell personified, but his presence is comforting considering the other monstrous shit lurking nearby.

Chris Walker

You're not actually sure if Chris sleeps but sometimes he lays down on flimsy beds or in whatever pathetic, bloodstained cot is nearby and just kinda breathes in and out raggedly while he stares up at the ceiling.

He doesn't exactly pull you onto the mattress with him (can those springs even take your combined weights?) so you're never sure what to do during these moments. You do find out rather quickly, however, that when his guard is down like this, the safest place to be is probably on top of him, head nestled into his chest. Even being at his side is too far away from him, too risky--anything could grab you.

You're somewhat of an insomniac yourself, and between that and the uneven, raspy breathing and the rise and fall of his chest, you don't often sleep well. Normally just a power nap here or there or dozing off.

Sometimes one of his clawed hands will find its place over the small of your back. It stays there until he's ready to be on the move again. At first, you think it's to keep you firmly there--to keep you from escaping. But he knows better than that. He knows you'd have to be really stupid to try running away from him for real. It's more of a precaution to keep any variants from trying to kill you or steal you from him. He's very sure that anything that isn't him is out to get you for themselves and he's not even wrong about it--that's probably the worst part. But the point is, nothing is taking you away from him while his guard is down without moving his massive, weighty hand off you first.

He's a very light sleeper, so something like that would no doubt wake him. Even you can't move without making him stir. He'll give a low, warning growl and you'll instantly go still again, not wanting to disturb him once more.

As stressful as the sleeping situation might be for you, it's way less stressful than any other idea you have. Things could be worse, you often tell yourself as you lay with your head pressed to his chest, listening to the thump of his great heart.

You don't know how either of you manage to get any amount of rest between all the screaming and moans echoing through the asylum.

Daniel Robitaille

Where he resides seems to permanently be cold. Even when the sun beat down during the summers, it was icy and your fingertips and toes seemed to go numb every time. He warms them in his hands, often, when he greets you.

It's strange that although Daniel met his end in a funeral pyre, a supernatural chill still seemed to follow after him.

At first, you were scared to sleep near him. With long work hours, spending time with him only added onto the exhaustion and the temptation to shut your eyes when he held you in his arms grew stronger and stronger. You didn't think it was cold enough to kill you if you happened to fall asleep, but your paranoia still held you tight in its clawed hand.

At first, Daniel's insulted, thinking you're too scared or wary of him to let sleep take you when you're around him. You're his one and only, he'd never hurt you, you know that don't you? He asks you this and you only give him a shivering nod. He glances down at your trembling fingers and suddenly wraps his coat around you.

You're relieved that he doesn't attempt to keep you warm with his own body. You still haven't gotten completely use to the gentle hum of the bees that have made their home in his chest. You don't think he produces any sort of body heat either. But at least his coat smells like him and that's enough for you when you snuggle into it and finally get some shut eye.

Sometimes he sleeps besides you. At least, you think he does. You're not actually sure, but from the way his breathing seems to slow and the way his eyes stay peacefully shut you feel like he does. It's a convincing show, if he's faking.

Can ghosts sleep? Do they need to sleep? Apparently. Sometimes you wonder if he's getting irritated that all you do when you come to see him now most of the time is snooze. But honestly, he didn't mind. He knows you're either working two jobs or one overly demanding one in an attempt to scrape by. If he could, he'd sweep you off your feet and take you away to some manor--you and him could live luxuriously off his inheritance. But unfortunately, he was a very dead man and there was little he could do to help you. Other than maybeee taking out a few annoying workplace friends of yours that seemed a little too close to you.

The point is, no matter what it is you're doing, as long as you're in his line of sight or touching him he's fine with it. When you sleep you look cute all bundled up in his oversized coat anyways...

Harry Warden

Although they were dark and scary at first, the caves became oddly soothing to you. It became pretty easy for you to sleep and it became one of the biggest ways you passed the time. Something about the drip of moisture from distant stalagmites to the ground dragged you into a sweet, unconscious bliss without fail.

However, they are cold. Even without the drafts from the long gone outside, where the sunlight you'd never touch again lived, it was freezing. You'd been too nervous to complain at first, simply happy with being alive in the first place, grateful that Harry had the sense to even spare you. But eventually, your shivering became obvious and you worked up the nerve to say something.

You'd complained to Harry just once, softly as he rubbed at your shaking arms with gloved, sooty hands, streaking black down your skin. He left and came back with what you thought might have been shock blankets or some type of sheet meant to cover cargo being transported. Not the most comfortable in the world, but neither was living like an actual fucking bat and you managed that just fine.

Sometimes when you fade in and out of consciousness, you'll feel him against you, hands traveling all over your body under the blankets, as if he really can't believe your still here, that there's still breath in your body. What choice do you have? But you're so touch starved you lean into his touch, you let him do whatever he wants to you because at least you're not alone.

He's warm.

You don't ever actually see Harry sleep (not that you see much all in the dimly lit cave you stay in). He's constantly on the move, patrolling the mines, pickaxe swinging loyally at his side, searching for his next kill and (let's be real) his next meal.

Bo Sinclair

Bo's bitter and malicious and all things wrong but all that seems to fade away when he's in bed with you. It's like his mean streak is on break until he's up again in the morning ready to cause problems for the sake of causing problems. You savor those hours.

For once, that permanent scowl and furrow in his brow seems to leave his face when he's sleeping. There's very few times when you've been able to observe this, considering you often fall asleep before he does. You think he might stay awake longer than you on purpose--some weird dominance thing or some trust issue. Either way, it's hard to keep your eyes open for long with his fingers working steadily into the muscles of your shoulder and back, with his lips ghosting over the soft skin of your neck.

And when you're actually asleep? He's still all over you. He's 24/7. The mean streak may have an off button but he sure doesn't. Sometimes, when you're partially awake, slipping into unconsciousness, you can feel his lips on your cheek and murmurings that you can never quite understand because they feel so distant. His voice sends you into a comfortable sleep as easy as it can send shivers down your spine and wake you up.

Bo's hand will always be on you in some way, shape, or form. There is absolutely no leaving the bed without having to move his hand off your body and waking him as a result moments later. You know it started out as an indication of his wariness and distrust towards your own loyalties, thinking you'd attempt to run off in the cover of night when the opportunity presented itself. But after months of your...surprising cooperativeness and obedience, it became more of an affectionate gesture.

Often nights you sleep fine. Others? Not so much. The nightmares you have are few and far in between, forgotten memories of a long gone past. But when you do actually have them? Oh. It's anything but fun. They wake you up in tears. He's always awake before you, usually because of your thrashing and whimpering. He'll be there to shush you and pull you into his chest as he sits up against the headboard. The first few times he did this, all you'd wanted to do was escape to be alone, to be anywhere else, to not be touched. But now...it calms you down. Struggling doesn't help anyways, it just makes him grip you tighter.

It's not just you that gets nightmares either. As tough and macho and callous as Bo tried to be (usually successfully to the point where it actually intimidated you), he wasn't immune to his past--to the horror stored in subconscious away from his waking mind.

He's a killer and a monster and he's evil, you tell yourself again and again late in the night as you watch his face contort. But he's still human.

You have a decent idea as to what his nightmares may be about, judging by how quickly his fingers fly to the scars on his wrists when he wakes up. You don't really know what to say to him when he settles back into the mattress, trying to act like his chest isn't heaving in fear. You don't want to say anything either. There's nothing to be said that can make him better.

All you can do is reach back and pull his hand over your shoulder gently, and press your lips to his scarred wrist--a strange little gesture that he's completely in love with.

Bubba Sawyer

It's always hot as all hell. It's worse during the daytime, but the night offers little relief still. Sweat still runs down your back uncomfortably and the fan seems to do nothing to help. Sleeping with the sheets (or God forbid) a comforter is a death sentence so either you or Bubba tend to kick off the sheets every time. It also doesn't help that Bubba absolutely has to be next to you or touching you at all times.

Weirdly enough, you sleep a thousand times better when he's got a massive, scarred hand on the small of your back or chin in the crook of your neck. He sleeps better too, and he's always been a pretty lousy sleeper. He thinks you're the reason he can actually sleep through the nights and that's the reason that under no circumstances will he let you sleep in a separate one. You prefer him close to you anyways on the off chance one of his brothers decides to make an attempt on your life.

Waking up in the morning, he's usually star-fished out across the bed and you've usually somehow ended up on top of him, cheek pressed to his chest. He's a heavy sleeper and only ever seems to suddenly wake up when you try to get up and off of him and leave. Normally, one of his hands will come down on your back, pushing you back down before his fingers reach up to sleepily curl through your hair. You can only sigh and wait for him to get up because if he's not up, you're not up, period. His fingers do feel pretty good against your head though and it starts to become your favorite part of waking up.

Bubba doesn't seem to have dreams. If he does, he doesn't remember them and they're never enough to really wake him up. You, however, experience the opposite, especially after the traumatizing chainsaw incident. It's never him you see in your nightmares, just the fucking chainsaw. You'll wake up often gasping or in a cold sweat, and your hand goes to your scarred arm. It's hard to go back to sleep snuggled up against him after those nights.

There's times when you can't sleep at all and you'll just lay there, fingers tracing lazily over Bubba's chest, your eyes half shut with exhaustion.

You often catch quick naps during the day due to your newly erratic sleep pattern. You try to keep out of sight. Last time Drayton caught you napping you never heard the end of it and ended up catching hell over it because it was an apparent testament to your "laziness". As if your hands aren't raw from the hours you spend cleaning dishes under scalding water. As if your fingers aren't constantly aching from constantly being pricked from all the times you've had to sew up holes in clothes or...God forbid. Damage to the mask Bubba was so fond of.

You keep your naps to Bubba's room when you can. You pretend you don't notice whenever he locks the door from the outside. Probably better that way anyways at least no one but him can come in.

Kazan Yamaoka

As far as you know, Kazan doesn't...like...sleep. You're actually not sure if any of the killers do. You've tried to figure it out before, between trials. Sometimes you sneak onto his estate, into his realm, hoping to catch him in a moment where he's free of his usual murderous rage. You figure that might include him sleeping. Unfortunately, those moments don't seem to exist because the most that ever happens every time you do this is you run into him being very much awake, and he either has another go at...er...continuing his bloodline or he just straight up drives his katana through your chest.

Once or twice though, you think you've seen him low on energy when he hasn't had the chance to feed on blood. Sometimes, his head will dip slightly when he leans against a wall. With his mask, it's honestly impossible to tell whether or not his eyes are shut. When he smells nearby blood though, he's alert once more and on the hunt like nothing had happened.

So maybe he doesn't need to sleep because he gets all his energy from blood. And honestly? With you around, constantly scraped up by your own folly or his claws, Kazan's got a steady flowing supply.

His new affinity for draining you, however, results in your own exhaustion.

Sometimes it gets so bad, you fall asleep at the start of trials. It makes any runs with the Nightmare extra difficult and you usually don't make it through his trials anymore. Even though Kazan causes much more problems for you, there are some benefits. You know the Nightmare is one of the vulgar killers--the ones that say the most uncomfortable shit possible just to see their victim squirm in their grasp. Once you saw him open his scarred mouth to say something nasty, but he recognized the marks of Kazan's katana and claws in your skin, and quickly shut it. A strange, sick sort of pride flushes your system with smug endorphins. He knows not to fuck with what's Kazan's. With each passing trial and each new killer, you find that they all know as well. Not even the Ghost Face had shit to say to you.

Are they scared of Kazan too?

During his rounds, if one of your teammates doesn't find you and wake you first, Kazan usually will. When he picks you up, it's enough to stir you from your sleep. You recognize the pinprick of his claws at your ass almost instantly and know not to struggle. You don't dare. A soft sigh simply slips from your lips as your hands drift absentmindedly over the hard, scarred muscle in his back. Honestly, you're just relieved that he took mercy on you and didn't decide to stab you first.

You think you might imagine it, but sometimes he rubs gentle circles in your back and you can hear a gravelly hum, muffled behind the mask. It's enough to put you asleep again, his touch is so needed.

Then he hooks you and you're wide awake as pain floods through every one of your systems and the moment's over and ruined but it was nice while it lasted.

Philip Ojomo

There isn't much of a reason nor a need to sleep in the Entity's realm. It's like there's permanent adrenaline in the air. It's not like you can't--you're obviously not the only survivor that naps around. It's just unnecessary. The most it does is pass "time" between trials, if that's even a thing in this realm. There's no clocks and it's always permanently night so you don't think time passes.

You used to regularly try to nap after trials. You soon stopped when one of your teammates warned you of the dangers and brought up the possibility of being transported to a trial in the middle of sleeping. You thought it was stupid--there's no way to sleep through getting summoned for a trial. This awful chill always sweep through your body maybe thirty seconds before a round starts...

Sometimes you sneak out of the survivor camp when no one's paying attention. You try to make it a regular, normal thing for you, these little fake walks. Saying that you "need some air" or you need to "clear your mind" normally works well as an excuse. No one really cares. You've never made much of an effort to get too attached to any of your teammates and they're all too rugged and used to the way this world works too care. Being attached to someone is the worst pain. Having to see them die over and over again and writhe in pain and watch their blood soak the ground? Not ideal, to say the least.

So maybe that's why it's not as bad when it's with a killer. You don't have to see Philip's blood spill or his bones break. You don't have to see him with a hook through his shoulder like everyone else. You imagine that it still might be a little painful for him to have to do these things to you, but he's one of the oldest killers in this realm and at the end of the day he has a job to do. Even before you became closer with him, he never seemed to take pleasure in this job, however.

That makes you feel less terrible about being in the arms of a monster that murders people constantly for the favor of a cruel god that has ultimate dominion over him.

Philip tends to lay with you between trials. You don't ever actively try to find him. Doing that just makes it less likely he'll show up. You just walk with a sort of dazed, unfocused energy and he seems to show up on his own. He finds you before you ever find him.

You don't realize until later, but the reason behind this is because he actively cloaks himself and follows you around before uncloaking. You think it might be his way of warming up for a trial, but eventually come to realize it's just a habit that makes him comfortable. Philip does not like to be seen. Simple as that. You know you could just get better at spotting the shimmering trail he leaves when cloaked or listen a little harder for his sighs--but you don't want to.

The two of you have a favorite area--just some ruins in between the realms of different killers where it's just dark forest and shrubbery. There's a fire going in a barrel in the middle of the ruins and it never seems to burn out.

There you settle with him, pressed into his side. He usually keeps an arm wrapped around your shoulders and your head will fall into the crook of his neck as you begin to doze off. You fall asleep faster around him, because as much as he shouldn't, he makes you comfortable and feel safe.

You don't dream in this realm. It's strange. Laurie dreams--nightmares of the Shape. So do most of the other survivors. Sometimes good dreams. You've heard Yui often groan and talk of how she misses her bike and the road. But it's just black nothingness for you. Maybe it's a blessing.

You don't know if Philip dreams at all, but when he does close his eyes and lean his head back, he seems very peaceful. If only you knew the fire and machinery, vibrant and loud and terrifying, in his unconscious mind. It doesn't show on his face whenever he wakes up, though, so how could you? He knows you can't read his face very well. It's not your fault--he can't move it that well.

When Philip does wake up, it's normally because of a calling to trial. You think he gets the same chill as you do--just earlier and more intensely because he's deeper connected with the Entity. When he starts awake, normally waking you up as well, the first thing he does is pull you closer, long fingers biting into your arms, and his other hand goes for the spinal cord at his side.

It makes you feel somewhat protected as you push your face into his chest, wishing it didn't have to end all so soon. You always know him waking up is a telltale sign of the next trial starting. And before you know it, the Entity's swept you from his arms and back into the cold. Ready to face new hell.

Quentin Shermer

Weirdly enough, if he happens to be sleeping in a bed with you, he's so close to your body that there's barely a centimeter of space between you and him.

It's somewhat of a welcome change compared to how cold he normally is towards you when he's awake. You figure maybe it's his way of letting his guard down around you. Or just another freaky way he likes to exert power over you. Maybe it's to keep you from wanting to run from him. Maybe it's a way to get you to let your own guard down. You could have fucking chained yourself to him and he'd still think you'd try to finally leave him.

Either way you're not going to read too into it. You'd rather just enjoy it while it lasts. Because these are the moments you think of when you lay alone at night without him. You'd rather his suffocating grasp on you than nothing at all.

It used to be practically heart attack inducing to suddenly feel his arms wrap around you--especially when it's at your place. He's always just...shown up unannounced in your house before but it had taken you awhile to get used to it. You noticed it became a lot more common after you'd started fucking him.

Still, he was unpredictable. As creepy as his place was, it was obvious to you that there was oddly a lot of care put into all the little ritualistic pieces strewn about the room he'd laid claim to. It would take a lot more to get him to abandon something like that. Having two places to switch between also seemed to keep any potential police investigations off his ass if he had a sloppy night.

Sometimes you find yourself going to sleep alone in your bed and then waking up in his. It'd been terrifying the first couple of times, but eventually you learned that he just...did that to you sometimes. It's almost flattering--especially because you've never once woken up when he's been stealing you out of your own house. It means there's some part of him that's capable of being gentle enough to pull that off.

It's all a matter of possessiveness. It's fucked up. Plain and simple. It's worse that you're just...fine with it. But why fight it when you could fuck it, right? Because what the hell else is there other than him?

Sometimes you wondered if you should get some fucking therapy. But how were you supposed to explain all of this to a professional? Chances were you'd end up in the same fucking asylum the Butcher had broken out of. And you didn't want the police to catch him through your weakness. You wouldn't let them take him from you.

It's not harming anyone if you wake up next to him in the morning right? Just you. Only you. And that's fine.

It's all fine.

Sometimes it's like the not-so subtle guilt of being with him creeps up on you in your sleep. You can't remember the nightmares. You can just recall the hopeless sort of feeling that follows when you finally wake up. It feels like you're slowly rotting and tearing inside. There should be a 'but'. Like 'but then he's there, he's there and it makes you feel better and it makes it all go away'. But it doesn't. Sometimes you'll feel his fingers through your hair and his breath on your skin.

The feeling of complete emptiness doesn't go away.

#slasher #preferences #not healthy not condoned #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #pyramid head x reader #chris walker x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #harry warden x reader #kazan yamaoka x reader #philip ojomo x reader #quentin shermer x reader

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kyryedb · 2 months ago

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Okay radical topic change but:

Imagine Chuuya somehow ends up owning one of those too intelligent cats that's like obsessed with him.

It's a female cat obvi bc female cats have no chill (source: 27 years of living with cats), and probably a tortie now that I think of it. The girl is gorgeous and super smart, to the point where she randomly adopts herself one rainy day when Chuuya finds her sitting on his bike like 'We going now?'

He tries picks her up to put her to the side and she starts purring, then she bites him. It's love at first anti-rabies shot.

She is also a menace to anyone not Chuuya.

Especially Dazai.

So she probably arrives before canon, terrorizes the PM underlings when Chuuya is out of town and is fully settled in Chuuya's penthouse before skk starts tentatively gravitating back to eachother and she meets her nemesis: Dazai Osamu.

(Btw this cat's named smth fancy: Countess, Empress, Onyx, Peridot, smth like that)

Actually lets go w Peridot "Perry" Nakahara.

Anyhow.

She pisses on Dazai's shoes the first time he comes over and it ony gets worse from there. Dazai being Dazai also doesn’t miss a chance to innocently fuck with Perry when he's over, which inevitably turns to Chuuya breaking out the first aid kit to treat his bites.

Chuuya acknowledges the cat is being a shit.

He is still fully on her side.

It's kind of cute, Dazai has a picture folder of Chuuya sleeping with the cat, not that he'd ever admit it.

I kind of forgot where I was going with this, but jut imagine Dazai coming home to Chuuya asleep on the couch with a cat kneading on his chest, then having a stare off with said pissy cat.

Then again, she eventually starts sleeping on Dazai's feet when he's staying the night and he'll admit he's stayed still until his legs fell asleep once or twice so as not to move her.

#soukoku #bsd #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #dachuu #bsd dazai #skk #bungou stray dogs #bsd skk #dazai osamu

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starglitterz · 1 year ago

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♡ SPICY. // PART TWO

❝ tell me what you see when you look at me, 'cause i am a ten out of ten, honestly. ❞ // attractive things the genshin men do <3

✧ feat ; albedo, dainsleif, gorou, itto, kazuha, lyney, neuvillette, scaramouche, tighnari, zhongli x gn!reader

✧ warning(s) ; fluff, suggestive, (kinda???) modern au for itto, extremely suggestive for itto + neuvi

✧ a/n ; woahhh it's been like ten thousand years since the release of part one but here's part 2 finally ! i doubt anyone was actively waiting for this LOL but regardless i hope you enjoy it!

part one︱part two

✦ as an alchemist, you’d expect ALBEDO to always be in a white lab coat stained with all manner of chemicals, but he’s the opposite – he’s always dressed to the nines in formalwear, with his trademark coat layered on top of it to keep him from freezing in dragonspine. he only ever removes it when he’s visiting you in mondstadt. in the quiet of your peaceful apartment, albedo will be busy preparing dinner, and you feel like a starving victorian man when you see him roll his sleeves up, exposing the rare sight of his pale wrists. his fingers are long and slender too, but there’s something about the way the white fabric of his dress shirts clings to his forearms, emphasising his lean muscle and making you wonder if you’re drooling. you’re pretty sure he’s caught you staring way too many times, but he always just gives you a soft smile – he can’t understand why you’d admire him like this when you’re the one he’s always believed to be a masterpiece.

✦ dating DAINSLEIF is a quiet affair. he’s not one for over-the-top gestures or grand proclamations of his love, but he never fails to make it known that he absolutely adores you with his whole heart. between the two of you, you’re the one who always talks more, always chattering away endlessly about your latest fancy. but no matter what you’re prattling on about, dainsleif will always tilt his head and gaze at you as if you’re giving a speech on the most interesting topic in the world. he’ll even have a small smile gracing his lips, his usually stern expression now softening into one far more gentle. he’ll even nod and ask all the right questions, proving that he was paying attention the entire time. and if you ever feel guilty for talking so much, he’ll instantly reassure you that your voice is music to his ears, and if he could he’d listen to it forever.

✦ some days, it’s like GOROU can’t even believe he’s dating you. he’s just so adorable, getting incredibly flustered whenever you even breathe in his direction. his face turns bright red and he starts stumbling over his words, barely able to string together words into coherent sentences. or if by some miracle he manages to keep his composure, his tail is a dead giveaway – it’ll be wagging at the speed of light whenever you praise him. you could be doing the most mundane tasks like laundry or washing dishes, and he’d still look at you with heart eyes as if you hung the very stars in the sky.

✦ without a doubt, ITTO has no clue how attractive he is. once you move in together, he’ll just always walk around shirtless, even though you squeal in surprise whenever you see him. i mean c’mon, who could blame you? the oni is ripped thanks to all the hours he spends at the gym, and when you see his muscles flexing, showing off the gleaming red tattoos illustrated across his back and torso, you have to excuse yourself because you swear you’re seriously about to start barking. to make things worse, he always pairs it with those stupid baggy grey sweatpants that make you actually want to pounce on him – it’s always a struggle to keep your eyes on his face. you’re beginning to think he knows the effect though, because you always end up in the bedroom together when he wears them.

✦ KAZUHA is the type of boyfriend who adores casual skinship. wherever you are, he’ll always find some way to touch you – whether it’s an arm wrapped around your waist, his head leaning on your shoulder, his fingers intertwined with yours… the list is endless. but his absolute favourite has to be when you wear shorts. one of his hands somehow always ends up on your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. it isn’t necessarily heated, it’s just comforting for him to know you’re there beside him. but you’re aware of his intentions whenever he starts doing it under the table in public, merely tilting his head to give you a playful smirk and a wink that’s imperceptible to anyone else.

✦ the entirety of fontaine knows that LYNEY is a flirtatious rascal. yet with you, he thinks he’s met his match. the two of you are constantly bantering, attempting to outdo one another in gifts and pick-up lines and dates – lynette says you both are more like competitors than partners. however, it’s just the way the both of you show affection. but there’s one move that LYNEY knows will always guarantee him the win. you’ll be chattering away, planning out your next date, and suddenly his magician hands are at your waist, fingers slipping into your belt loops to tug you closer before pressing a mischievous kiss on your lips. your shocked and flustered expression always makes his day.

✦ as the iudex of fontaine, it makes sense that NEUVILLETTE is not one for tomfoolery. but when it comes from you, he always seems to accept whatever pranks or teasing you throw his way. but sometimes, if you’re acting up too much in public, all it takes is one look from him to set you back in line. his dark blue eyes narrow as he glances at you, lifting one brow as if to ask if you’re really willing to keep going like this. that decision is up to you – will you continue misbehaving, crossing the line to see just what he’ll do? or will you be good and quiet down in the hopes that he’ll reward you?

✦ everybody knows that SCARAMOUCHE is a brat. that doesn’t change when he somehow becomes your boyfriend. he likes pushing your buttons, always wondering when you’re going to tip over the edge. even just simple requests will prompt him to reply ‘“oh yeah?” “make me.” “mhmm.”’ and it drives you up the wall. not just because it’s annoying, but also because it’s strangely attractive to see the way he raises his eyebrow and leans back in his seat, a smug smirk playing about his lips. but fear not, the easiest way to get him to behave is just by grabbing his collar and pulling him into a kiss. he’ll be so surprised that he’ll instantly go do whatever you told him to just so that you don’t see his blushing face.

✦ it’s 100% a green flag when men are willing to explain things to you instead of assuming you wouldn’t be able to grasp the concept, and TIGHNARI is a shining example of this. as the chief of the forest rangers, he’s extremely well-versed on everything related to sumeru’s jungles, and this extends to skills outside of foraging, as he’s also talented at cooking and preparing medicines. if you’re curious or eager to learn, he’ll always explain it to you in a way that makes it easy for you to understand, and even if you don’t, he’s very patient, and will answer every single one of your questions no matter how dumb you may think they are until you get it. seeing the proud smile on his face once you successfully achieve whatever he taught you is more than enough incentive for you to rush to learn even more from your beloved boyfriend.

✦ ZHONGLI is the type of lover that comes once in a millenia (which is probably how long he’s been alive too). he’s the whole package; sweet, caring, smart, not to mention handsome! (the only problem is that he’s constantly broke…) you’re lucky to have him as your boyfriend, and the first time you realised this was when the two of you were walking through a busy crowd in liyue’s bustling harbour while trying to run some errands. upon sensing your discomfort at how the strangers were unintentionally jostling you and bumping into the two of you, ZHONGLI wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him to put more space between you and everyone else walking past. once the crowd thins out, he’ll guide you with his hand on the small of your back, the warmth a gentle reminder that he’ll always be there for you.

yeah sorry i deserve to be sent to horny jail for some of these 😭 HAHAHA js be glad cyno was in part one bc the things i want to do to that man... Unspeakable

#✏️ — quill writes !#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #dainsleif x reader #gorou x reader #itto x reader #kazuha x reader #lyney x reader #neuvillette x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #tighnari x reader #zhongli x reader #astronetwrk #genshin fluff

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eroticismzz · 4 months ago

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PROJECT — academic!onyankopon

001. c/w: smut (mdni), f!reader, degredation, petnames, blowjob, cursing, penetration, slight overstim, hate sex, enemies with benefits, modern!au

002. w/c: 2.3k

God forbid if you were given a break, it was your second semester of your third year in your class as you’d been promoted to group work for the final in your economics class. It’d never been an issue to you– until you’d been grouped up with him. You swore he existed just to piss you off, the one and only Onyankopon.

Every chance he got he’d try to one-up you. Whether it be a class discussion or a simple statement towards the professor, he knew it pissed you off too. He’d look at you with that dumb little smirk just to deepen the wound. But you had to push it aside for a grade.

“Hey, add my number. I’ll text you the details on when to meet at my dorm.” Is all you said, holding a hand out expectantly for him to offer his phone.

He stared at you with a dumb expression, his brows furrowed. “What?”

“I’m trying to get this out the way so WE don’t ever have to interact again. Give me your phone?” You snapped back towards him, a reluctant move to open his phone and pass you it.

Eugh, even his phone case was ugly you thought. Beaten up to hell and the screen protector was far worse. A rough graze of your fingertips against it to add your number. You provided no word after handing it back, a pivot and waltz off. Leaving Ony to stare with a raised brow.

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The day felt like a blur after he’d text you, responding with a short and straight to the point sentence simply 'stating 9pm sharp, room 313.' Is all you stated, him providing a thumbs up reaction to the message. You sighed, setting up your laptop to the proposal you’d created as you sat at your desk. Waiting for a knock at your door with an unenthusiastic attitude.

Knock knock.

A jolt upwards as you quickly scrambled to your door, opening it. Ony loomed over you through your doorframe. Dressed in a casual set of a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, laptop in hand. Your eyes lingering at the tattoos splayed against the smooth skin of his arms.

Both exchanging a deathly glare at one another, he’d been the one to break the silence.

“Are you gonna keep starin’ at me or let me in?” He seemed less excited for this than you, a raise of your brow yet you left no words. Walking back to seat yourself at the desk as you pointed at a beanbag to the corner of your dorm. A small thud of the door behind you in exchange.

You could feel him looking at your dorm, judging it. You kept to it well however it was the equivalent of walking into a Victoria's Secret store with its design, Pink seemed to be about most of your room excluding the desk and walls. “You can stop being curious and sit down now.” A sense of harshness seeped into your tone unknowingly. “Your room’s fuckin’ ugly yo. Pink is not that good of a color.” He moved to sit on the provided beanbag, causing you to roll your eyes and snap your head towards him. However, he was already staring at you, as if he was undressing you with his eyes. You’d only been wearing a crop top and some pajama pants you left on your mattress yet you felt more self conscious at the stare, sinking back into your chair after shying away from the sass you intended to strike him with. “Whatever- let’s just get this done so I don’t have to look at you. You’re already annoying as is.”

“Somethin’ we both agree on then.” A scoff from him which struck a nerve through your body.

“Hey, you’re the one who always wants to disagree with me in class fuck-tard.” Your brows furrowed. “Because your point’s are one-sided.” He’d argue. “Nigga you argue with me for half the class time and for what? On my dick for no reason.” Sucking your teeth as you turned your back towards him.

“Never that.” His tone became harsher, “Y’know? Just shut up.” Frantically typing away on the document even with the feeling of his eyes grilling the back of your head. “I never knew you could be such a bitch on the regular.”

You’d still, a slow twist in your seat at his words. “Nigga come say that to my face.” Holding back the urges to kick him out of your room for the sake of your grade. It wasn’t till you saw him put his laptop aside and walk towards you. Towering above your seated figure to repeat himself. “I said, I never knew you could be such a bitch on the regular.”

There was a long pause, the two of you staring at one another. You wanted to hold your ground but you finally got a better look at him from this angle, an unwelcome heat forming at the pit of your stomach– and Ony could tell. You knew he could tell, you got stuck on your words and he provided that irritating chuckle from his lips. “What? You having a fit at me for what? Cause you suddenly don’t wanna talk rii?”. Keeping your gaze on him, a sudden move of you tugging at his shirt to shut him up. Kissing the man you despised.

The kiss felt similar to sparks on your lips– yet he didn’t pull back, he deepened it. A rough hand gripping your nape as your hands found comfort around his neck. It made your body ache for more, fighting his tongue for dominance between kisses yet he didn’t let you, pulling back. “Damn.. you desperate little bitch, yeah?” And that stupid smirk was back on his face as he looked down at your expression, clouded eyes from a mere kiss. “Shut.. shut the fuck up.” You announced before pulling him back– him allowing this to happen as his hand moved from your nape to hold a firm grip on your throat. It made you moan into his mouth, a lingering hand moving to reach under his shirt, really get a feel of his skin.

“Fuck..” He’d huff between kisses before pulling away and looking at you, still with a desperate expression on your face. “Yeah you wanna feel me?” A smirk on his swollen lips. “Get on your knees, you can feel me slut.” The previous sass left your body, his words only adding to the slick growing between your legs. You obliged, dropping off your seat to your knees as he watched you. He watched you rub on his print as he bit his lips, he watched your glossed over eyes linger on his face longer than usual. “Take it out if you want it so bad, I'm not helping you.”

You didn’t need to hear further command, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down for his cock to slap against his stomach. Precum leaked off the tip and you couldn’t help but hold an expression of awe, he had an equal amount of girth to length– and it was more than anticipated. But that didn’t stop you, a hand moving to wrap around his size as he let out a sigh, watching you stroke him off and spread his precum down to his balls.

“Yeah, suck it.” Another order yet you followed with how eager you felt. Only sucked in a breath as he felt your mouth close on his dick, bobbing your head experimentally yet your gaze stayed set to his expression, to see how good you did. After you got used to the amount you could hold in your mouth without gagging you added your hand to hold what couldn’t fit, finding a pace that he seemed content with. “Yeah, this what you needed ma? Keep goin’ for me.” It was like a switch went through the two of you, you’d never heard him speak like this yet you liked it.

You’d keep sucking, spit dripping down your chin to the point it was embarrassing, making you slow your pace momentarily. Ony wasn’t happy about this, a firm hand gripping your hair before he’d thrust in your mouth– earning a gag from you yet he persisted. “Mhm, jus’ like that– y-yeah.” He was getting close, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he threw his head back, holding your head right to where you were damn near kissing his balls. He gave no prior warning before he came into your mouth. A groan escaping his lips while you had to take it, attempting to swallow every drop he gave you.

Once he came down from his high, he’d give you a look of pity. A mixture of cum and spit dripping from your chin with a fucked out expression, “Didn’t even fuck you and you already look like that?” A huff, nodding your head vigorously to his words. “Lay on the desk, a slut like you shouldn’t be fucked on a bed, rii?” Another nod as you did what he said, sweeping your books towards the floor and moving your laptop. You eagerly stripped yourself of your pajamas to be left in only your panties. Splaying yourself on the desk in front of him.

“Didn’t wear a bra? Like you were expecting a good fuck.” He’d move to position between your legs, looking at the slick welcome him from the damp spot left on your panties. “You just wanted to be used to shut the fuck up, hm?” His voice lowered as he spoke to you, pulling them aside to take a good look at your swollen pussy. “Yeah, she’s ready for me?” You whined as a response, earning a smack right on your clit that made you jolt. “Answer me or I won’t fuck you.”

“Y-yes!” You yelped, earning a smirk on the man's lips. “Wasn’t talking like that earlier to me, what happened ma? Tell me.” Another whine from you before responding, “Wan’ it please-”, “Want what? Speak up.” Another smack to your clit as you moaned this time, earning his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. It clouded your brain as you struggled to respond, “Fuck.. want your dick– please Ony!” A grip on his arm as he kept working circles on your clit. “Good job..” His tone was laced with sarcasm, using his freehand to slap his tip against your entrance. “Gonna stop acting like a bitch? Yeah?” He awaited your words, “Yes! Please fuck me–”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before he’s pushing his length inside, the both of exchanging a long groan as he kept adding more of him inside your aching pussy. “So– fuckin’ tight ma..” He was at a loss for words as he paused inside of you. You wanted him to move so bad, attempting to wriggle your hips yet he moved his hands to firmly hold you in place. He took a deep breath. “Ony can you– fucking mov–” You got cut off as he reeled back, slamming his hips back into yours to earn an almost pornographic moan from your lips. “Shh shh, gotta stay quiet right? Be a good bitch and shut up for me– y-yeah?” Ony spoke between thrusts, a bite on your lips to try and stifle your moans so he could continue.

The way he pounded into you showed how desperate he was himself, a hitch of his breath once he found your g-spot, a clench down on his dick. “F-fuck! Right there!” You whined, causing him to stick his fingers in your mouth as he kept stroking the spot, a warning between breaths. “Shut the fuck up– fuck.. let me enjoy this.” He’d grit, quickening his pace to the point you could feel his balls slapping against your ass each stroke.

“Rub your clit, get close fa’ me ma.” And you had no hesitation, using your fingers to rub at your clit almost greedily as you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter. You had no need for a warning as he could feel you getting close, a weak chuckle escaping him. “Just a sloppy little slut, y-yeah? You needed dick so bad rii ma?” Nodding rapidly as you kept sucking his fingers, moaning onto his digits. Eager for release you started to buck your hips to match his thrusts, an awarding moan leaving his lips as he felt himself growing closer. “F-fuck I’m close.”

“Cum first, be a good bitch fa’ me–” He huffed, his words bringing you to the edge as you felt yourself on your high– creaming on his cock as he continued his pace. It didn’t take long for you to get over your high, becoming overstimulated by his thrusts as you whined on his fingers. “Shut up, I– haven’t cummed yet.” A hard snap to your hips from your whines, quickening his thrusts in your sloppy pussy. You could feel another orgasm forming in your chest, it was too overwhelming. Tapping his arm as a warning yet he didn’t care.

“Cum for me and I'll cum.” His thrusts were growing sloppy, as if he’d been waiting for your call. Fucking into you mercilessly as you felt your other orgasm crash down on you, your eyes rolling back as your back beautifully arched off your desk. Your clit was aching as you squirted on him for your second high, a smirk on Ony’s lips as he gave a final thrust– a warm load filling your hole in a welcoming manner.

The two of you exchanged heavy lingering breaths as he took the moment to pull himself out, cum dripping from your pussy to the cold floor below. He provided no aftercare, moving your panties back on as if his cum was a keepsake and fixing himself.

“Get up, we have a project to do.” He coldly spoke. “I’ll call you if I need a quick fuck again, got a good pussy for how annoying you are.”

#onyankopon #onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon #aot smut #ony aot #attack on titan smut #onyankopon snk #onyankopon x you #onyankopon x reader #aot fanfiction

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arolesbianism · 1 year ago

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Thinking abt my dupe ocs again... Maybe Quinn does have hashtag issues actually

#rat rambles #oni posting #oc posting #theyre very well known and liked amongst all the colonies as y'know. they helped found all of them.#and theyve always been very friendly and kind and they have always taken their responsibilities incredibly seriously #and when they get time to be on a planet they relish it as they have a great deal of appreciation for the beauty of these worlds #but one thing that has always been a thing for them is that they've never rly had like. friends amongst these colonies #partially because of them having to travel constantly but even when they get time to hang out more theyve sort of unconsciously trained #themself to be a bit emotionaly detached from those around them #it also doesnt help that theyre a digger and usually one of like 2 or 3 on any given planetoid #which earlier on meant thar they rarely encountered other dupes and late on left then with little to do as most of the ongoing work was #already being managed by others specifically trained for the role #so the isolation started to get to them and they started to get rly antsy and didn't know why or how to fix it #when the printing pod went offline they were one of the ones more calm abt the matter due to them being generally more used to the unknown #and this combined with their general good reputation lead to a lot of dupes looking to them for direction and answers alongside burt #this actually made quinn feel rly good for a while since it was their excuse to actually talk to ppl regularly and in more personal ways #theyd hear out ppls anxieties and ideas and newest passions and goals and theyd actually feel like theyre hearing the words said #they liked the feeling of everyone wanting to be around them and seeking them out even on other planetoids #they'd get phone calls and people taking breaks from their work to come say hi and it made them feel real #but as time went on and their fellow dupes became more and more self reliant they began to seek them out less and less #because why bother someone so important and busy when you dont need to right?#and this lead to quinn going wait no why did you all leave me again :(#it felt like before but worse because now they actually had started considering a lot of these guys friends #and they still had no idea how to reach out themself without a work reason and as such they sorta started dissolving again #and its during this time when they start missing the pod and start to get more upset that shes gone #they end up returning to the original partially to be closer to her and partially because it feels the most like home to them #there they start to slowly learn to reach out themself as they sort of sit in a corner watching burt work while shaking like a small dog #this at first is very unwanted by burt who is stressed as hell but they end up forcing him to stick to an actual shift instead of just #working until he passes out and this allows them to hang out while they force him to have downtime with them to keep him from exploding #it becomes a nice comfort time for them both as they rly havent hung out much since the first like 100 cycles or so

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gabriellessworldd · 11 months ago

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Never get yo bitch back!

☆ Part one ��

plug!connie x black fem reader

wc- 2.3k!

☆ warnings ☆: this is part 2, if you haven't read part 1 you should read that first. Not proof read! this might be a lil longer than i intended. mdni! small small time skip (3 weeks since the party, fb is included), mentions of guns, smut again lol i'll write some fluff soon maybe angst who knows 😜, pnv, degradation, oral (f&m receive), choking, spanking, praising, Connie get a lil mad

"what..what the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

The seven letter question still fresh in your mind 3 weeks later. Sure what you and Connie did was wrong, but what Eren did was way worse.

(fb to party night)

Connie stood there tying his sweats nonchalantly while you fumbled to put your clothes frantically. Eren looked heated, his fists clenched while he poked his tongue at his cheek. "One of y'all fucking say something." Eren's eyes darted between y'all, "Oh cállate perra, no actúes como si te importara ahora." oh shut up btc don't act like you care now Connie started walking towards Eren and he stood up straight looking Connie in his eyes "Whatchu gon do bitch boy? You can have the slut I don't care" Connie chuckled and punched Eren in his jaw. Eren grabbed his face and swung at Connie's nose, leaving a trail of blood running from it.

The boys traded hits each of them landing until Eren paused and spoke, "You know what, ion even know why I'm fighting about this shit, I cheated on yo ass wit Annie anyways." He looked at you with a smug grin on his face. That's when Connie finally had enough, he pulled his gun from his waistband and pointed it right at Eren. "Say some dumb shit to her again and I swear to god ima shoot you bitch." Eren then pulled his gun out and pointed it right back at Connie "Cmon then pussy you ain't gon do it." You watched the situation unfold, stunned by Erens words. Neither Connie or Eren was backing down and all you could do was watch. No one was still at Jean's house besides Ony, Armin, and Jean. They all decided to come upstairs after hearing the commotion and were shocked to find Connie and Eren pointing guns at each other.

"You wanna know something else Y/n, I fucked her a month ago nd her pussy was wayyy better." Eren looked at you over Connie's shoulder, making sure you heard him, and at that moment you realized that you meant nothing to him at all, the year of unconditional love and being his #1 supporter meant nothing to him. 'pop!' You looked around in horror when you heard the sound of a gun go off, you never expected either of them to actually shoot each other. You looked at Eren and watched him clutch his side, blood staining his pure white tee.

"damn Connie what the fuck bro" Ony was shocked "I mean at least ian kill him" Connie said slipping his gun back in his waistband and popping his blood stained knuckles "We gotta get him to the fucking hospital" Armin sighed and rolled his eyes before speaking again, "Y'all couldn't just talk this shit out like normal people?" Jean looked at Armin puzzled "Y'all worried about them fucking talking it out, he just shot him in my damn house man" He started pacing back and forth while clutching his head, slightly tugging at his hair "Got his ass gushing blood on my carpet." Eren looked at Connie "Fuck you bro. you deadass shot me" None of them were taking this serious at all, this felt so normal like it didn't phase any of them.

Armin and Ony helped Eren get in the backseat of Armin's car, "Sorry man but he ain't fucking up my nice cream seats." Ony said shrugging. Connie grabbed your hand and lead you to his car, while Jean stayed at home to clean. Connie hasn't said a word to you or looked you in the eyes since he shot Eren, just staring into the distance, deep in thought. It wasn't like he had never shot anyone before, this was his lifestyle, he was used to it at this point, and after being involved in this shit for so long, all of them were. He was scared that you would think less of him, that you wouldn't want to be around him, that you would find someone else who wouldn't shoot his homeboy for you. But honestly when you saw how far he'd go for you, it made you crave him even more.

"Thank you, Constance" you looked at him with a peaceful expression on your face, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and his face softened when he heard you speak, "Anything for you, hermosa"

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"Y/nnn I'm back" Connie yelled, coming in through your front door sliding his yeezy slides off while setting down a bag of cfa and a bouquet of beautifully arranged roses. You'd given Connie a key to your apartment 2 weeks ago after he started visiting you everyday. Something about you made Connie feel at peace, the way you smile at him, how your eyes light up when talking about your interests, the way your face tells how you're feeling, even the way you would glare at him for not cleaning up after himself. Maybe it wasn't just something, it was everything about you. He loved being able to visit you anytime, you'd always make him feel cherished, like you cared for him so deeply.

"Hola mi hermosa, how you doing?" Connie walked towards you and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you softly. "Hi Con, I'm good. What'd you get to eat?" You stretched, body feeling stiff after laying in bed most of the day. Connie went and grabbed the stuff from the table by your door, "Here, also these are for you princesa." He handed you the roses and you looked at him with teary eyes, "Con, these are so beautiful. What are they for?" You grabbed them from his tattooed hands "Damn I can't just do something nice for you" He chuckled wiping the small tears from your tanned cheeks.

You both finished eating and were laying in your bed when you heard the front door open. You and Connie both got up, he grabbed his gun from off the nightstand and walked in front of you. Standing in your living room was none other than Eren Jaeger with the box in his hands you'd labeled 'trash', it was all his belongings that had been left in your house, and after that night you stuffed it all lazily into the large box. "Just came to get my shit, ian looking for y'all asses." Eren chuckled to himself and looked at you and Connie, a large scar across his left cheek from when Connie punched him with his rings on, a reminder of that night.

"Hurry up and get the fuck out my house." You spat out looking him up and down "Damn Y/n, you so rude to me now. Can't even answer the phone for me no more" Eren looked at you smugly, he knew you had him blocked, he just wanted to fuck with you. "Shut the fuck up bro just grab yo shit nd dip" Connie crossed his arms and leaned back on your counter "Can you mind yo fuckin business?" Eren rolled his eyes and picked up the box. "Give me yo spare key too" Connie didn't want Eren coming back again. Eren threw the key at Connie and walked to the door, "Y/n, you know what my number is, let me know when his bitch ass ain't home" He winked at you and closed the door behind him. "The fuck?" Eren's lil comment made Connie's blood boil.

Connie grabbed you by the throat and pulled your head towards his. The kiss was anything but sweet, it was so sloppy, so nasty, it put french kissing to shame. He sucked and bit on your neck leaving marks behind, "You look so pretty like this mama". Connie picked you up and carried you to you bedroom, he dropped you on the bed "you know I love you, right?" Connie looked at you with a cold stare, "uh yea, why Con'?" you grew anxious and shuffled on the bed. "Cause im finna fuck you like I don't."

Connie stood over you, pulling your small pj shorts down revealing that you didn't have on panties. You laid back on the bed as Connie got on his knees and fixed himself between your legs, resting them on his shoulders. Connie spread open your soft folds with his middle and index fingers coating them in your slick, "So wet for me mami, ay dios mios" oh my god You let out a soft gasp when his fingers grazed over your clit. Connie dived in, sucking on your clit, starting off fast in hopes of you becoming a wet mess quickly. He pushed both fingers in, pumping slowly. "mm Con' faster please" He listened and picked up the pace drastically, curling his fingers hitting that soft, spongy spot "a-ah! fuck Con' right there!" You cried out feeling him lick and suck on your clit again. His left arm was keeping you secured so you wouldn't move your legs. Your hands were tangled in his short hair, gripping as much as you could. "Cmon mami, I wanna taste you" Connie continued the rough pace making your legs gently shake. You could feel the familiar tingle in your lower stomach, Connie noticed you were close, feeling you slightly tighten around his fingers. "Ah! Con' Fuck! 'm gonna" Your words were cut off when a final pump of his fingers clouded your vision. Connie lifted his face, entire bottom half covered in your wetness, "Tan deliciosa, como siempre" so delicious as always

Connie relentlessly fucked your face, his heavy balls slapping your chin with every thrust. His fingers were buried in your hair, keeping your head in place. "Ah fuck mami, feels so good" Your teary eyes looking up at him as he continued his brutal pace, gagging you. Connie paused giving you a false sense of relief, "t-take it all ma" He pushed your head down, forcing you to take all his length. "mm fuck ma i'm cumming" You felt the hot spurts travel down your throat and swallowed, leaving behind a slight burn. "Such a good slut for me hm?"

You were currently on your back, legs pressed next to your ears as Connie fucked you nice and slow, one hand stabilizing himself while the other was pressing on your stomach. "a-ah Con' please, go faster" You knew saying this was like a challenge, but still you wanted to feel the sweet sting of him stretching you out. "hm princesa, you gon be a good girl and handle it?" Connie sped up just a bit, pressing on your stomach harder. You nodded your head, "Use your words, you a big girl right?" The condescending tone of his voice made the statement bittersweet, "fuck! yes Con' i-i can" He laughed at your eagerness "alright mama, get on all 4's f'me"

Connie pressed on your back, deepening your arch. "Stay just like that baby." He rubbed his tip down your folds collecting the arousal, and pushed in without warning. "Ah!" You jumped from the sudden intrusion, "unh uh you said you was gon be a good girl" He smacked the fat of your ass, the sound echoing. Connie started thrusting, going fast just as you had previously wanted, but this pace was nothing like you imagined, "Fuck mami, throw that shit." He smacked your ass again and you obliged, "C-Con' s'too much, I can't" Your right arm went out behind you, trying to push Connie "Nah mami, t-thought this was what you wanted, right? Gimme yo other arm." You leaned forward on your chest giving Connie the left arm, he held them both tightly behind your back with his left hand. "Oh fuck Con'!" He smacked your ass again before snaking his right hand around your throat, squeezing, and pulling you up. "Fuck ma, take all this shit. Keep goin" Connie never let up his pace, fucking you dumb. "Ah Con' Fuck pleasee" You whined out, throat feeling tight from the lack of steady air. "Such a good slut f'me. You wanna cum?" His words made you tighten around him and you nodded your head as best as you could with his hand still around your neck, "What I say about that shit?" Connie sped up, "Mm yes Con'! fuck let me cum please!" Your whole body was tingling at this point, and all you wanted was to cum. "Work for it then, 'm almost there mama just wait a lil bit" Connie rutted his hips into you chasing his high, "F-fuck mami" You were desperately trying to hold off, feeling that knot continuously tighten with every thrust. "Go ahead mama." His words were like music to your ears. You finally let go, the last thrust sending you toppling over, Connie right behind you. The warm liquid filled you up, and he pulled out, spilling some out of you "Mm princesa, hiciste un desastre." you made a mess

Connie helped you shower, and changed the sheets on your bed after putting the old ones in the washer. Connie wrapped your hair up and put your bonnet on, "yea ima have to get you a new wig" Connie giggled making you look at him and roll your eyes "Alright my bad, but for real ima send you some money so you can go get all gorgeous nd shit" You looked up at Connie's face "You bein for real?" You never had somebody offer to take care of your beauty needs. "Hell yea mama, nd I'm hoping that you gon be so excited wit me that you'll dye my hair after." Connie smiled, then he started laughing, "Awl shut up Connie, matter fact get out my bed." You rolled your eyes and soon ended up laughing too. Connie kept his arms around you tightly as y'all drifted off to sleep.

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Hi lovebugs!! did I feed y'all well? 😉 I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, what y'all wanna see in part 3? Also I appreciate all the notes, especially y'alls comments cs y'all are so sweet! Also can we talk about me reaching 100 followers and all the likes cs I never expected any of this, it's very crazy to me nd I'm so glad for all the love and support! (I said "y'all" wayyyy too much lmfao, it's the country girl in me 🤠)

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#aot connie #aot x black reader #aot x black y/n #connie springer #connie x black reader #x black reader #x black y/n #aot x reader #connie smut #connie x black y/n #connie x reader smut

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pillowmints4lloyd · 2 years ago

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Villain Lloyd AU: the garmadons are not okay(lloyd disagrees)

My head is swimming with so many AU ideas. So that alternate ending of Crystalized where Garmadon actually dies and Lloyd gets lost to the madness and takes his throne as the ruler of Ninjago? Okay yeah, let's make that worse.

Lloyd goes insane after Garm dies. He had another chance with his father, and he blew it. The grief makes the Oni side of him heavily influence and take over his decisions, hence having him think "If Harumi can resurrect Garmadon, so can I" and goes mad trying to bring his father back, almost breaking ninjago city in the process..and it works.

Months or so pass when he manages to bring back Sensei Garmadon, and Garm is revived by a psychotic obsessed Lloyd who is now emperor.

and GARM IS HORRIFIED OF WHAT LLOYD HAS DONE while Lloyd is just happily giggling and clinging to him because he brought his dad back and wants to make up for lost father-son time. Garm's the only one who can stop Lloyd from violently murdering ppl and now Garm has to try and fix everything while dealing with a crazy emperor Lloyd.

someone: accidentally bumps into garm

Lloyd: Aha, look at what you just did to my father. Looks like I'll have to kill you! :D

Garmadon, horrified: Wait, LLOYD NO-

Aka batshit insane Lloyd who is overprotective about his father.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lord garmadon #garmadon #sensei garmadon #villain lloyd #evil lloyd #ninjago au #ninjago fanart #ninjago lloyd #oni lloyd #dragon lloyd #not okay! au

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halfrican-heat · 2 years ago

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Backseat Driver (Ony)

Ony likes when you beg for a ride in his car.

A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. I am about to start posting these Onyankopon ideas I have in my head. This is the first one. Enjoy!

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content; Vaginal Fingering, AFAB! Reader (breasts mentioned), Oral Sex (F receiving), Cursing, AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect, Public Sex, Overstimulation, Choking, Minor Oral Fixation, Minor dacryphilia (crying kink), Explicit depiction of Sex (p in v); Not beta'd, barely proofread (will update as needed later)

Pairing: Onyankopon x Black!Reader

WC: 3k

“Ony, please!”

Your voice comes out breathless and high-pitched as another orgasm courses through you. Ony lifts his head from your drenched cunt, a Cheshire grin on his face. He slides two fingers inside your wetness with ease and chuckles at the way your walls clamp around his digits.

His car is pulled off into a hidden spot on the side of the road— not easily seen from the highway. He has your bodycon dress bunched up to your waist, the top pulled down to expose your breasts as he finger-fucks you.

Ony takes in your tear-streaked face, the sight going straight to his dick.

“What’s that, mama?” He teases. “I can’t understand you.”

You whimper as his fingers work in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You was talkin’ all that shit earlier. Distracting daddy from his business, right? Say somethin’ now.”

Your hand shoots to grip his bicep as the other goes for the car door behind you, nails scratching at it helplessly.

“Daddy, please,” You whine, tears leaking from your eyes. “Let me ride. Need to feel you this time.”

He smirks, shaking his head.

“I ain’t tryna hear that. Them pretty tears ain't gonna faze me, baby. Say you sorry to daddy for distracting him.”

His fingers shift position, finding that spot deep inside that makes you see stars. A guttural moan rips itself from your throat, sounding like music to Ony’s ears. His fingers work faster, rushing you toward another finish.

“Wait, daddy! Wait- I’m sorry, daddy,” you cry, running from his punishing fingers

He yanks you back down using his free hand while his thumb starts to circle your overstimulated clit.

“For what?” Ony demands, his voice low and sexy.

“F-for distracting you on your business.”

His fingers stop moving entirely and you can’t decide what’s worse— the overstimulation or nothing happening at all. You clench around his fingers helplessly.

Ony moves his free hand to your neck, forcing your head up so your dazed eyes meet his.

“And?”

You take a shaky breath, licking your lips. Ony looks delectable, barely breaking a sweat as he tortures you within an inch of your life. His chain glints in the sunlight and the urge to pull into your mouth rolls through you. He tilts his head, looking at you expectantly. You swallow thickly.

“For sayin’ I could find someone else to fuck me.”

His hand around your throat tightens slightly. His gaze is darker, more dangerous than before.

“Why?”

You bite your lip, a soft moan escaping you.

“‘Cause this pussy is yours, daddy.”

“You damn right,” He rasps, releasing your throat.

You fall backwards slightly and watch with hooded eyes as his hands go to undo his belt. He frees himself from the confines of his jeans, pulling you over him like it’s nothing. His grip on your hips is tight as he holds you over his length, teasing your folds with his fat tip.

The sound is lewd and wet as Ony gets himself ready for your creamy cunt. Then, without warning, he pulls you down on his length and grins widely at your scream as he impales you.

Your head swims as you adjust to him, squeezing tightly around his cock. His jaw clenches as he watches your head loll back, overcome with pleasure. Ony grabs your jaw, pulling your head forward.

Your gaze is unfocused as he slides his fingers in your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue. You taste your previous orgasms on his fingers. Your lips close around his digits, sucking without being told to.

“That’s my baby,” Ony groans, barely containing himself.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, snaking his hand behind your head. He pulls you in for a nasty kiss, his tongue sliding in your mouth easily. He bites your bottom lip as you separate, his eyes lust blown. His free hand finds your ass cheek, smacking hard before squeezing.

“C’mon,” Ony says. “Ride your dick, mama.”

#onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x reader #lyv writes #black reader #black y/n #black reader insert #fan fiction for black women #by black women for black women #Brent Faiyaz inspired #My Writing #Ony's Observatory

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takusan-no-ai · 2 months ago

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In Love with Love

PAIRING: Yanagi/Miyabi/Grace/Koleda x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: They have a crush on (Y/N), Phaethon’s younger brother.

Things were, awkward, at first. You weren’t aware of how your siblings became friends with Section 6, but you knew it had to be more than Random Play. Your curiosity led to you spending time with Yanagi; and being Phaethon’s younger brother, Yanagi acted like a mother to you; despite you being close in age. She’d share her favorite red bean buns with you. And sometimes while relaxing outside, Yanagi would sing a lullaby as you rested next to her.

But that didn’t deter your drive to discovering the truth. Which you eventually did. Just when things seemed like they couldn’t get worse, Soukaku let it slip one afternoon that everyone in Section 6 knew. It was shocking to Yanagi why that hurt you; she assumed you were a part of the proxy business. So, when she saw how hurt you were it was like the natural caring side of her resurfaced; she apologized and reassured you that nobody at Section 6 meant any harm. Especially herself. Why she insisted on that? She couldn’t explain.

You had a hard time being upset at Yanagi, her sincerity shining through. While you had issues with your family, you still cared for them. And similarly you still cared for Yanagi and Soukaku, both of which you had bonded with. So you both were amicable with each other. You even became a big brother figure to Soukaku, something that Yanagi really loved; the way you treated her made Yanagi see you in a more mature light.

Naturally that came with seeing…other parts of you differently. She became hyper aware of your presence. Yanagi could easily find you in a crowd, and she’d always have a dopey smile on her face as she watched you. Please don’t tease her for that time you handed her a red bean bun and she stood frozen, over analyzing your action, until she bit it while you still held it. Romance was never her strong suit.

It was finally afternoon, after some long and grueling decades at work. At least for Soukaku it felt that long. With Yanagi and (Y/N) right behind her, the group made their way to Waterfall Soup in Lumina Square.

“C’mon Nagi! (Y/N)! I’m starving!” Soukaku was practically dragging them forward, her stomach growling so loud it scared away the birds.

“Patience, Soukaku.” Yanagi corrected her.

“The noodles aren’t going anywhere.” (Y/N) chimed in.

Soukaku eased back on her whining, preferring to rub her stomach in what would normally be exaggerated pain for any other child. Yanagi giggled at her, walking slightly faster so the little oni wouldn’t have to be in hunger any longer.

But as she walked Yanagi tripped over a small stone that had blended in with the street pavement. (Y/N) quickly caught her, helping her readjust her glasses. “You okay Yanagi? That was a close one.”

But she couldn’t answer his question, too focused on the close proximity. His cologne. His beautiful eyes. The comfort of being enveloped in his arms—

“Hehehe.” Soukaku was giggling right next to Yanagi. The latter quickly fixed her heel, walking ahead to hide her encroaching blush. (Y/N) stared off at her quickly departing figure, making a small glance at Soukaku, who was still fighting off a large grin.

Now sitting at Waterfall Soup, Soukaku immediately started digging in. Yanagi and (Y/N), who were sitting next to each other, watched her with a smile.

“I think I get it.” (Y/N) whispered. Yanagi turned to look at him, a questioning look on her face. He continued, “This is probably how Wise and Belle felt. Watching over me like a child.” Yanagi nodded.

“Even though I know Soukaku is capable, I still want to protect her.” She said. “But I won’t shelter her from everything. Instead, I’ll teach her so she can be ready.”

(Y/N) gazed at Yanagi, a soft smile encompassing his face. She looked at him for a moment before hastily turning away. Again she was made aware of how close they were. Shoulders almost touching. Why was he looking at her like that? She wondered.

“You would be an amazing wife, Yanagi. And an even better mother.” He mumbled. His smile had turned into a cheeky grin as he watched her face turn fifty shades of red.

“Fl-flirting is not appropriate around children, (Y/N).” She tried to state her claim firmly, but her stutter made it lackluster.

“Who said I was flirting? Unless that’s what you want me to do?” He teased.

Yanagi resigned to eating her noodles, not trusting her voice. But she didn’t decline his offer.

Soukaku cleared her throat. Both of them froze up, having forgotten for a moment where they were.

“So…,” she started.

“…are you guys getting married now? Like the princess and prince in my storybook?”

Miyabi was initially indifferent when she met Phaethon’s younger brother, but that quickly changed when she realized you were both flocks of the same feather. The silly back and forth’s, training (goofing off), like kindred spirits, it was as if you’d known each other for years. You made Miyabi feel young again, before being a void hunter came with such responsibility. While you were curious as to how Belle and Wise knew a void hunter, like smoke over the screen, you opted to ignore the obvious.

You had later found out about your siblings side business, and you thought it was a secret they kept between themselves. So when Miyabi mentioned in passing, asking why you don’t go into hollows or train to fight in them, it was safe to say you were confused. That’s when she reveals that, yes, everybody at Section 6 knew. And you felt so blindsided. But you knew she didn’t mean harm and Miyabi had more things to worry about than keeping a secret like that from you.

So instead of seething about it all you decided to be proactive; you asked Miyabi to train you. To which she agrees. That way you could join Belle and Wise in their proxy work. Prove to them that you’re capable. Of course Miyabi warns you of what being a “hero” meant, that she would train you to survive and overcome that hardship, but that it was an unavoidable risk. She was so serious about it, and truth be told she was hesitant to even train you; all because she didn’t want to lose you.

Miyabi had an inkling of what she felt for you, but she chalked it up to her being possessive of someone she cares for. That feeling motivated her to train you to your limits. And while seeing the progress you made in such a short time was impressive, it was a little hard for her to remain focused. There were two brain cells in her mind fighting: one was worried about you going into a hollow, the other was busy ogling your body like she’d never seen a shirtless man before.

Slash!

Miyabi’s blade clashed against (Y/N)’s. This was their new training regime. It took a while, but (Y/N) could now wield a sword decently enough. “Your core strength has improved. However your arms are still too tense. You’ll cramp up before you can overpower your opponent.” She stated.

(Y/N) could only grunt in response. He was still parrying every one of her attacks. It was a constant barrage. He could tell she was going easy on him though. Something (Y/N) was currently very grateful for.

Having said that, Miyabi wasn’t doing it intentionally. She didn’t want to go easy on him. She wanted (Y/N) to truly undergo the kind of training he would need to survive the hollows. But she was too lost in thought, only making the occasional comment about his stance.

It had gotten to a point where they both started taking it too seriously. (Y/N) was getting eager, deciding to try and move on the offense. But anytime he did Miyabi would strike for a finishing blow, something he would just barely dodge. Not without a small graze either.

She was getting more distracted.

The thought of him getting killed by an ethereal.

Or the thought of him turning into one.

She couldn’t bear to see such a future come to pass. So she wanted him to be fierce, to go through a brutalizing, almost tortuous phase. All so that he would never have to endure such a fate. And so that if anything were to happen to her…

“…so that you could finish me.” She mumbled.

“Miyabi!” His shouting finally brought her back to reality. She snapped out of it, now realizing her mistake.

(Y/N) was using all of his strength to hold back her attack. Just inches away from his head.

Miyabi dropped her sword and fell down to her knees. (Y/N) took a moment to catch his breath before crawling over to her, holding her in his arms. She was trembling.

“What’s wrong, Miyabi?” He asked.

She sucked in a deep breath. Just talking felt like a stab in the gut. But like a broken dam, those emotions came bursting out with no end in sight.

“I don’t want to risk losing someone else again. All I have left is my father. What of my colleagues? The ones I’ve come to call my friends? What if…I become like my mother? Who will slay me?”

(Y/N) looked at her in bewilderment, eyebrows scrunched and breath hitched. What could he say? Should he tell her it’ll be okay? Or that she won’t have to worry about anything?

Instead, he comforted her the only way he knew how.

“I promise you, Miyabi, that I will live.” (Y/N) held her tighter. She stopped trembling, looking at him in astonishment.

“How can you promise that?”

“Because…,” he held her face, “…I promise to live for my family and friends no matter our disputes. And even more so than that, I promise to live for my love for you, Miyabi.”

It didn’t stop her from believing the danger she could become. And it couldn’t possibly prevent the possibility of death. But it did comfort her. And it did make her smile.

“I promise to love you too.”

Grace, being as antisocial as always, didn’t pay much attention to you at first. That was until you showed an interest in her “children”. Who knew Random Play was hiding such a sweetheart! She got to work immediately showing you how she makes them, even offering to teach you a thing or two. And when you made one together it led to you both roleplaying as the “child’s” mom and dad. Grace wasn’t prepared for the shock when she day dreamed what the real thing would be like while upgrading Belobog’s machinery.

Grace never intentionally kept the proxy work a secret, the topic simply never came up. Besides, updating you on her babies always felt more important. But she did feel bad for you. She saw a bit of sweat pea in you, being unable to trust your family. That doubt is hard to diminish. Logically she knows with enough time you’ll get through it and make amends with everyone, but for some reason she still couldn’t seem to focus afterwards. Especially when she thought of the hurt look you gave her in passing.

Surprisingly Grace is the one who changes, hunting you down to spend time together. She couldn’t explain why she wanted to spend time with some guy when her robots existed, but she couldn’t get you off her mind. So she just went with it. Plus your constant frowning wasn’t good at all; she really wanted you to smile like before. And so with her mission to make you happy, your own attraction for her grows more than before.

She steps out of her comfort zone, opting to make more time for a human instead of being nose deep in her work. It’d been a long time since Grace actually did something other than rant about her children, so the sudden change to being hyper aware of your smile, laugh, likes, dislikes, the times your hands would bump into each other…it was more than a little overwhelming. For once Grace actually started to regret being “single as hell” most of her life prior to meeting you.

Grace waited eagerly on her stool, fiddling with one of her machine cores. Who was she waiting for? Why (Y/N) of course! They agreed to meetup at Belobog Heavy Industries since he wanted to learn more about making advanced machines.

Both Grace and (Y/N) knew it was because he wanted a distraction. Something to challenge himself until he felt like he could talk to his siblings about Phaethon…

But that was enough about sad thoughts! Ben’s knock on her door had Grace racing to open it. “Uh, Miss Grace, please try to keep the expenses low. I know you’re excited to teach (Y/N), but—”

“Aw, don’t worry Ben! It won’t cost too much.” Grace said with a gleam in her eyes. Ben escorted (Y/N) inside, leaving with hefty sigh.

From then on it was completely quiet. Grace knew what she was doing when it came to tech, but explaining it was another matter. So she opted to show (Y/N) instead first. Saying the occasional “Good” or “Move it a little to the left”, she pretty much left him to his own devices.

“Grace?” He asked.

“Yeah?” She replied.

“I get that you’re going out of your way and all…,” he turned around to look at her, “…but do you think you could help me a little? I’m not a licensed mechanic like you so this is all new to me.”

Grace, who had been hovering above him and watching like a hawk, gawked. “Oh! I guess I have been a little…distant. I learnt most of this from my own experiences so I was kind of hoping it’d be the same for you…,” she trailed off.

Grace wasn’t lying when she said this. However it wasn’t the full truth. Yeah, she had been distant during it because she wanted to see (Y/N) in his element. But she also didn’t want to stand too close to him. Her heart beat, blushing face, and distracted thoughts were clear indicators of…something Grace would rather ignore.

(Y/N) grasped her hand suddenly and pointed her finger towards one of the modules. “Do I put this on or not for the next step?” Grace could feel her hand sweating and she was so grateful to be wearing gloves. But she was again getting distracted. Something about the way he held her hand, it got her thinking.

A ring in a box…

Church bells chiming…

Doves flying…

And him holding her hand softly, a smile on his face as they walked down the aisle…

“Hello??? Grace!” He called out to her again, snapping Grace out of her thoughts. She fanned her face with her other hand, humming and pretending to be lost in thought.

“Uuuh—yes! Remove that part!” She said confidently.

“But I haven’t even added it in yet.” (Y/N) reminded her. She deadpanned. “You okay, Grace? You seem really distracted today. Which is weird considering your kink for machines—”

“It is NOT a kink! It is a pure love and admiration!” She quickly defended herself. (Y/N) laughed at her quick retort, almost hunching over. Grace huffed in annoyance, eyebrows twitching and cheeks puffed.

“And to think I wanted to make a child with you.” She mumbled angrily.

(Y/N) stopped laughing.

Grace stopped pouting.

(Y/N) started blushing. “You-you meant like a robot…right?” He had to confirm that.

“O-of course! What else could I have meant?!” She shouted while covering her face, now red as her sweet pea’s hair.

“We st-still could. And we technically already have. What would today change?” He added.

Grace looked at him completely flabbergasted. And they say she’s bad a romance! He didn’t even understand what she said at all!

“The difference is that was a love confession!” She said while crossing her arms. Her eyes were squinted, clearly indicating (Y/N)’s next words were to be said carefully.

He covered his face, hiding his blush. “I mean I love you too but that wasn’t obvious at all.”

“What about it wasn’t—! Wait what?”

From the get-go Koleda liked you. Finally! Someone who didn’t tease her for her size or mistake her for a child! Being treated like an adult with you was very calming. In fact it made Koleda not so paranoid about appearing “childish”. She could have a calm, nonsensical conversation with you one moment, and gorge on desserts the next. Especially since most of the guys at work had a hard time believing she was the boss at Belobog. But you? You believed her instantly and showed her with respect.

Koleda was made aware that you didn’t know of the proxy work your siblings did. However she felt it wasn’t her place to intervene in your family affairs. Which is why she sympathized with you when you inevitably found out. She went through similar trust issues with her father, so Koleda understood what it’s like to question the trust of your loved ones.

But you were offended she didn’t even try to tell you. If she knew how you felt then why not tell you the truth? You could see why Koleda didn’t want to be involved but it still felt unfair. Koleda didn’t feel the same though. When you told her how upset the secrecy made you, she told you to be more mature. Because what she saw before her in her mind was a little boy who risked abandoning his family in a fit of pain. She saw herself in you and wanted you to take time to think about your feelings. But nonetheless, a strife was brewing between you two.

It was always thorny from then on whenever you became the topic of discussion at Belobog. Everyone would get quiet, looking away anxiously, quickly changing the subject. But Grace wasn’t having any of it. With the help of Anton and Ben, they successfully encouraged Koleda to have a proper discussion with you. It was tricky, but when Grace started teasing her for getting in a disagreement with her “crush”, Koleda quickly bolted out of there to get it done and over with.

“Ugh!” She groaned. Koleda was currently waiting outside of Random Play for (Y/N). She kept circling around the building, kicking rocks and second guessing herself; she reaches out for the door and immediately backpedals away for what felt like hours on end.

Wise was currently working at the counter, whilst Belle was out making a stock run, and as for (Y/N) he was…somewhere. Tensions were still there with his siblings, but they still treated each other well enough, so he didn’t leave home. That much Koleda knew for a fact.

Eventually Wise took pity on her and approached the nervous Koleda outside. “Hey, looking for my little bro?” He asked. Koleda was going to deny it, not wanting to acknowledge how obvious she must’ve looked, but the smarter option would be to swallow her pride.

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to him. Know where he is?” Wise nodded in response.

He pointed towards Godfinger. “He’s been there for a little while now. Think he’s playing games to blow off some steam.” After being pointed in the right direction by Wise, Koleda thanked him and made her way over to the arcade.

It was in there that she saw him playing Bizarre Brigade. She took and deep breath and walked over to him. He was so absorbed in the game that he didn’t even notice her.

“Excuse me.” Koleda cleared her throat. Normally she would wait for someone to finish gaming but this was important.

“Still standing there?” He said.

Okay so apparently he did see her!

“Yeah! C’mon, let’s go somewhere more private. I need to talk to you, (Y/N).” She said.

He finished the game, having reached the final level on endless mode. (Y/N) turned to look at her clearly, his face cringing. “About what? How I’m immature?” His snarky remark had Koleda’s knuckles twitch.

She took a deep breath. “I get that what I said hurt your feelings; thats why I’m here to talk to you.”

He sighed. “Fine. Lead the way, munchkin.” He said with a smirk. Koleda could feel her blood boiling.

“Sure! Just remember that I’m the perfect height to break your knee caps!”

She led him to the bench outside of Box Galaxy, where they both sat at the furthest ends. (Y/N) had his arms crossed, looking indifferently at his surroundings. Koleda on the other hand was fiddling with her fingers, not really having planned this far ahead.

“Aren’t ya gonna say something?” He chided.

“I didn’t think this far ahead!” She replied. (Y/N)’s eyebrow was raised, a more than confused look on his face.

“Then why come here?”

“Because! It’s…important that I say this.” She took a deep breath, scooting over so that she was now looking directly at him. “I’m sorry.”

(Y/N) shivered a little.

“It wasn’t fair to call you immature for sharing how you felt; that was actually more mature than just being quietly angry at me for a reason I wouldn’t have known.”

He could feel his breath hitch.

“I still don’t regret not getting involved—”

“And I understand why you didn’t want to be.” He cut in.

Koleda breathed easily now, seeing as to how (Y/N) was less stiff than before. “Yeah. But the main reason I told you that was because I didn’t want you to make any hasty decisions or come to any conclusions without thinking it through.” Her voice trailed off, leaving a void of silence in the air.

“Koleda…,”

“The world lied to me about my father and I didn’t find out until it was too late. At least you still get to make amends. So…don’t make the same mistake that I did; or else you may regret it.” She said while fighting back tears.

(Y/N) stood up and walked off to the convenience store, leaving Koleda confused. He quickly returned with a small chocolate bar in his hand.

“Here.” He handed it to her, wiped the tears from her eye, and smiled. “I’m sorry too, Koleda. Let’s put it all behind us and start over again.” He comforted her.

Koleda smiled in return, already taking a bite out of her chocolate bar.

“This time how about we start dating?” He asked.

…

She almost choked to death.

- Fin

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Love and Gunshots, Eren x Black Reader

Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader

Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.

As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.

Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au

Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession

I’ll re edit this when I’m better, in the mean time happy reading

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Chapter 5:

Hange moved quickly, dropping their bag on the coffee table and pulling out supplies. “Let me guess,” they said, glancing at Ony’s blood-soaked towel. “Eren?”

“Who else?” Ony muttered, wincing as Hange peeled the towel away from his arm.

“Damn, clean shot. Lucky it wasn’t worse.” Hange’s voice was casual, like they were discussing the weather. “What’s his problem this time?”

Ony gave a short, bitter laugh. “He’s obsessed with my cousin.”

I felt my face heat up as Hange shot me a curious glance. “Ah,” they said, pulling on a pair of gloves. “That explains the fireworks outside. You’ve got quite the admirer.”

“Admirer?” I snapped. “He shot my cousin!”

Hange shrugged, already disinfecting the wound. “Love makes people do stupid things. In Eren’s case, it makes him do dangerous things.”

Ony hissed as Hange worked but didn’t say anything more. I sat down on the armrest of the couch, my nerves still on edge.

“He’s insane,” I muttered. “I went out there, and he was laughing like it was all some joke.”

Hange glanced up briefly. “That’s Eren for you. He’s always been… intense.”

“Intense?” Ony growled. “He’s a damn psychopath.”

Hange smiled faintly. “And yet Levi haven’t kicked him out of the crew.”

Ony grunted, not offering a response. Hange finished patching him up, carefully wrapping the wound. “There. You’ll live,” they said, leaning back. “Try not to get shot again tonight, yeah?”

Ony rolled his eyes, but I could see the exhaustion in his face. “Thanks,” he muttered.

Hange started packing up their supplies, then turned to me. “You should be careful,” they said, their tone suddenly serious. “Eren’s not the kind of guy who lets go easily. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up tangled in his mess.”

I swallowed hard, my thoughts racing. “I can handle him.”

Hange raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. They stood up, slinging their bag over their shoulder. “Good luck with that,” they said, heading for the door. “And Ony? Maybe next time, don’t escalate things. You’re not exactly helping.”

Ony grunted, and Hange left without another word. Silence filled the room, heavy and suffocating.

“You need to stay away from him,” Ony said finally, his voice low and serious. “I mean it, Y/N. He’s already too far gone. Don’t let him take you with him.”

I didn’t respond, my mind still spinning. I knew Ony was right. But some part of me, the part that couldn’t forget the way Eren looked at me, the intensity in his eyes, wasn’t ready to let go.

Not yet.

I sighed, shutting Ony’s bedroom door quietly behind me. He had passed out almost immediately after I helped him onto his bed, the pain and exhaustion finally catching up. His breathing was heavy, but steady—he’d be fine, for now.

The house was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that makes every little noise feel amplified. I pulled out my phone and saw Eren’s name light up the screen again. Another text. "Don’t ignore me, Y/N."

I rolled my eyes and unlocked my phone, scrolling through the onslaught of messages he’d sent. Half of them were variations of "You good?" or "Answer me." The other half? Straight-up unhinged.

Finally, I tapped out a response: Me: Did you truly have to shoot him?

The reply came instantly. He sent a photo—no, two. The first was of his thigh, wrapped in bloody bandages, a fresh reminder of the night Ony put a bullet in him. The second? A close-up of his car door, two jagged bullet holes in the sleek car metal.

Eren: Fair game.

I stared at the images, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. A mix of anger and disbelief bubbled in my chest. He was so damn nonchalant, as if shooting Ony was just some petty tit-for-tat.

Me: This isn’t a game, Eren.

He replied almost immediately. Eren: Life’s a game, baby. And I’m just playing to win.

I clenched my teeth, feeling my frustration spike. Me: You’re insane.

Eren: You like it though.

I froze, my fingers tightening around the phone. He wasn’t wrong, and that infuriated me even more. There was something about him—his chaos, his intensity, the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in his twisted world.

But I couldn’t let that consume me. Not when it meant dragging Ony, and maybe even myself, further into his madness. I needed to be smart, to stay grounded.

Yet, even as I told myself that, I could feel my resolve slipping.

As I stared at my phone, heart pounding in my chest, the doorbell rang. My thoughts scattered, and I looked up, my pulse quickening when I saw the familiar hellcat pull up in front of the house. Eren.

Before I could process what was happening, my phone buzzed with a message from him. “Come for a ride with me.”

The words were simple, but they felt like an invitation into the chaos. I glanced at Ony, still passed out in his room, his steady breathing the only sound in the house. Part of me knew I should stay. I should stay and be the voice of reason, try to pull away from all this madness. But the other part of me—the one that was dangerously drawn to Eren—felt the magnetic pull to go with him, to see where his dangerous world could take me.

I couldn't help myself. My thumb slid over the phone, sending the reply. “Fine.”

The door creaked open, and there he was—standing in the doorway, eyes darker than usual, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his presence swallowing up the space between us.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice low, the familiar intensity radiating off him.

Before I could say anything, he was already close, his hand wrapping around my wrist. He pulled me toward him with surprising force, his fingers tightening just enough to make me feel every bit of his strength. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him, his eyes gleaming with that same reckless energy I’d come to both fear and crave.

“Come on, Y/N,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear as he pulled me even closer. “Come for a ride with me.”

I didn't have the words to fight back. Not when he was so close. Not when his body was radiating that familiar, dangerous energy that always made my pulse race. My body moved on instinct, following his lead.

“Let’s see how deep you really want to dive into this world,” he whispered, a dark promise in his words.

He let go of my wrist, guiding me toward the car. I hesitated for a moment, but then that familiar pull, the one that had dragged me into his world in the first place, kicked in. I took a step forward, my legs shaky beneath me, and followed him to the passenger side of his car.

As I slid into the seat, Eren was already behind the wheel, his hand gripping the steering wheel with a tightness that told me he wasn’t just driving—he was headed somewhere with purpose. Somewhere that would pull me deeper into his world.

“I hope you’re ready, Y/N,” he said, his smirk never fading as he turned the key and revved the engine. “This ride is only just beginning.”

I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat as he sped off, the night closing in around us.

Eren's POV

I could feel the tension in the air as Y/N slid into the passenger seat. She was quiet, her body language stiff, but her eyes—those eyes—told me everything. The hesitation, the intrigue, the pull. She wanted this, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

I revved the engine, the deep growl of the car’s power vibrating beneath us. It matched the restless energy coursing through me. I wanted to test her, see how far she was willing to go. How far she was willing to follow me into this mess of violence, chaos, and everything in between.

I glanced over at her as I drove, my eyes lingering on the way she sat—her hands clenched tight in her lap, her gaze out the window, but I knew she was aware of everything. Of me. Of the world I lived in. I could feel her trying to stay distant, trying to keep herself grounded, but I wasn’t letting that happen. Not tonight.

“Why do you stay away from me?” I asked, my voice low, my eyes flicking over to her. “You think you can just ignore everything that’s happening around you, Y/N? That this... we... don't matter?” I chuckled bitterly, gripping the wheel tighter.

I could see the way her jaw clenched, her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t ready to answer yet. She wasn’t ready to face the truth of it.

“You’re so fucking afraid of this world, aren’t you?” I muttered, barely able to keep the frustration from my voice. “Afraid of what I am. Afraid of what I could make you into. But you can’t deny the pull, can you?”

I saw her shoulders tense, but she stayed silent. I knew she was fighting the same damn battle I was. The attraction, the desire, the push and pull of wanting something that could destroy you. But damn, if I wasn’t going to make her see it. I wasn’t going to let her walk away from me this time.

I drove faster, the night blurring by, the hum of the engine filling the space between us. She didn’t say a word, but I could feel her fear, her excitement, the uncertainty—everything that was running through her head. She was thinking about it, weighing the consequences, trying to decide if she should pull away or dive deeper into this.

When we reached the outskirts of town, I slowed down and turned into a secluded spot by the water, the silence of the place almost eerie. I cut the engine, the sudden quiet almost suffocating.

“Having fun!,” I ordered, my tone sharp, the power dynamic shifting again. This wasn’t just about a ride anymore. This was about control. And she wasn’t going to get out of this one that easy.

I watched her eyes flicker toward the door, the hesitation written all over her face. But she didn’t argue. Instead, she looked out the window into the cold night air.

“You know, you could just walk away from all this,” I said, my voice softer now, but still carrying that edge. “But something tells me you’re not going to. Something tells me you want this.”

She didn’t respond immediately, but I could feel her body tensing again, her emotions swirling. She couldn’t lie to me—not anymore.

“I want you to see everything I can offer you, Y/N,” I continued, my voice now a low whisper that only she could hear. “Everything. And if you’re not careful, you’ll end up wanting more than you can handle.”

I reached out, my hand brushing against hers, feeling the electricity between us, and I smirked as she froze, her breath hitching in her throat. She wasn’t ready to admit it, but I could tell. I could feel it. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

“Come here,” I murmured, my voice dark with intent as I pulled her closer. She didn’t resist, not this time. Not when I was this close, not when the tension was this thick.

I kissed her, hard and possessive, feeling the desperation in the way her lips parted. She was falling, and she didn’t even know it yet. But I did. And I wasn’t about to let her pull away. Not now.

The world we were about to enter—it would consume us both. But I was going to make damn sure she didn’t walk away from me. Not now. Not ever.

“Stay with me,” I whispered against her lips. “Or I’ll make sure you’ll never forget what happens when you get too close to me.”

I pulled into the lookout, the city lights stretching out below us like a sea of stars. It was quiet up here, the kind of quiet that let me think clearly for once. I parked the car and leaned back, soaking in the view for a moment before reaching into the glove compartment. The familiar crinkle of my stash bag brought a grin to my face as I pulled out my weed and started rolling up.

Y/N sat beside me, tense as hell, like she was sitting next to a loaded gun. I guess, in a way, she was. But she didn’t need to be afraid. Not of me. Not like this.

I glanced at her, smirking as I licked the paper and sealed the joint. “You’re looking at me like I’m about to bury a body,” I said, lighting up and taking a slow drag. The smoke curled up between us, and I offered it to her. “Relax. I don’t bite... unless you ask.”

She gave me a sharp glare, but her lips twitched like she was trying not to laugh. “You’re not funny.”

“Who said I was joking?” I shot back, leaning in a little, letting the weight of my presence sink in. She didn’t flinch, though. She never did. That’s what I liked about her. She had this quiet strength, even when she was scared out of her mind.

She sighed, finally taking the joint from my hand. She didn’t smoke, not really, but tonight was different. Tonight, she was here with me, and I could see the walls she always kept up starting to crack. She took a tentative puff, coughing a little, and I laughed.

“First time?” I teased, leaning back against the car, watching her with lazy amusement.

“Shut up,” she muttered, handing it back to me. Her voice was soft, but there was an edge to it, a spark of defiance that only made me like her more.

We sat in silence for a while, passing the joint back and forth, the tension between us easing just a little. The city below us felt a world away, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about the gang, about Ony, or about Levi and his constant threats. I was just here, with her.

“I know what you think of me,” I said after a while, my voice low, almost casual. “You think I’m some kind of monster.”

She didn’t answer right away, and I could see her struggling to find the right words. Finally, she said, “I don’t think you’re a monster... I just think you’re dangerous.”

I smiled at that, a slow, knowing smile. “You’re right. I am dangerous. But not with you, Y/N. Never with you.”

She turned to look at me, her eyes searching mine like she was trying to figure me out. “Why do you even want me around, Eren? You could have anyone.”

I leaned in closer, my eyes locked on hers. “Because you see me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “The real me. And you’re still here.”

Her breath hitched, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to believe me, but she was scared. Scared of what being with me would mean, scared of what she might become if she let herself fall.

But I wasn’t going to let her run. Not now. Not ever.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” I murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll show you the world, but only if you’re brave enough to walk through the fire with me.”

She looked right at me then said flatly " No."

Her words hit harder than any bullet ever could. I felt my jaw clench, the anger boiling beneath the surface, but I forced myself to keep calm. The joint between my fingers burned slowly, the smoke curling lazily into the air, but I barely noticed it now.

“So, that’s what this is about?” I asked, my voice low, almost too calm. “Ony?”

She turned her head, her eyes locking onto mine. “You tell me, Eren. Why shoot up the one person who’s been there for me my whole life? Why drag him into your mess?”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “He dragged himself in. Ony’s a big boy; he knew what he was signing up for when he got involved with this life.”

Her gaze didn’t waver, and the weight of her silence was suffocating. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but steady. “He’s in that life because of people like you. Because he thinks that’s the only way to protect the people he cares about.”

I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees, the joint now forgotten. “And what about you, huh? You think Ony’s some saint? He’s out there doing the same shit I do. Only difference is, I don’t hide who I am.”

She looked away then, her eyes focusing on the city lights beyond the windshield. “I’m not blind, Eren. I know Ony’s not perfect, but at least he tries to keep me out of it. You? You’re dragging me in.”

That stung more than I wanted to admit. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the rage simmering beneath the surface. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not dragging you in. I’m trying to bring you closer so you’ll be safe. With me.”

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Safe? With you? You’re the reason I’m in danger in the first place.”

I felt my hands tighten into fists, the leather of the steering wheel creaking under the pressure. “You think I wanted to shoot Ony? You think I don’t care about you? Everything I do, everything I’ve done—it’s for you, Y/N.”

She finally turned back to me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness. “Then stop, Eren. If you really care about me, stop dragging me into your world”

Her words hung in the air, a challenge, a plea. I didn’t know what to say, and for once, I didn’t have a clever comeback or a deflection. All I could do was sit there, the weight of her words pressing down on me, heavier than any gun I’d ever carried.

I hated this feeling—this vulnerability she brought out in me. But more than that, I hated the thought of losing her.

Her laughter caught me off guard, cutting through the tension like a blade. I turned to look at her, and there she was, shaking her head, a wry smile on her lips.

“Ony’s only ever been shot twice, you know,” she said, her tone somewhere between exasperation and amusement. “Once when you and him went on some hit or... whatever the hell you two do. And now, by you.”

I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in my seat. “He had it coming,” I muttered, but she didn’t let me off that easy.

“My mama and his are gonna be pissed,” she continued, her laughter fading but that smirk still lingering. “His mom already hates that he’s in this life, just like his dad was. But you know what? Ony keeps the lights on, pays all the bills, and then some. So she ignores it. Pretends like it’s not happening.”

I let out a low whistle. “Man’s carrying a lot, huh?”

She shot me a look that said You think? “Yeah, Eren. And now you’re out here shooting up his arm like it’s just another day at the office.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just shrugged, trying to play it cool. “He’ll be fine. Ony’s tough.”

She sighed, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her seat. “That’s not the point, Eren. You keep pushing, and one day you’re gonna cross a line you can’t come back from.”

I turned my head to face her fully, my jaw tightening. “I’m already in too deep, Y/N. There’s no turning back for me. But you? You’re different. You’re my escape.”

She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. “You say that, but all you’re doing is pulling me deeper into your mess.”

Her words stung, but I couldn’t argue with her. She wasn’t wrong. I was selfish, and I knew it. But I wasn’t ready to let her go—not now, not ever.

I leaned over, trying to close the space between us. Her eyes narrowed, and she shoved me back, her voice sharp. “Out of my face, Eren.”

I chuckled, leaning back, letting her have her moment. She was fiery, and I liked that about her. But before I could say anything else, her phone buzzed on the console. She glanced at the screen, and her face immediately tensed.

“It’s Ony’s mom,” she muttered, swiping to answer.

“Hello?” Her voice was steady at first, but I could hear the panic rising on the other end of the line. Ony’s mom was shouting, her words a blur of anger and fear. I caught snippets—“Why am I hearing Ony’s been shot again?”—“It happened in front of the house?!”—“Do we need to move again?”

Y/N sighed, closing her eyes for a second, gathering herself. “Aunt Selene, calm down. Ony’s fine, I promise. He’s patched up already.”

Her aunt wasn’t buying it, her voice breaking as she cried on the line. “Fine? You think I’m supposed to believe that? Every time I turn around, it’s something else with that boy! I can’t lose him, Y/N.”

I watched Y/N work to steady her own voice, her free hand gripping the edge of her seat like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “You’re not gonna lose him. I’ll keep an eye on him, okay? I won’t let anything happen to him.”

She was lying, but it was what her aunt needed to hear. Selene eventually calmed, her sobs turning into quiet sniffles. They exchanged a few more words before Y/N hung up and let out a long, shaky breath.

I didn’t say anything, just watched her. She wiped at her eyes quickly, trying to hide the tears forming, but I saw them. I saw the weight she carried, and for the first time in a long while, something stirred in me—something like guilt.

She was cleaning up my mess.

And the worst part? I didn’t feel bad for what I’d done. I felt bad because she had to bear the brunt of it. Watching her suffer for my sins… it unsettled me. I didn’t like it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“You okay?” I asked finally, my voice softer than usual.

She shot me a glare. “Do I look okay, Eren?”

Her anger flared, and I could feel the tension in the air between us. She turned to face me, her voice sharp, furious. “Drop me the fuck back to my house and stay away from me, Eren. I’m serious.”

I didn’t move, didn’t even glance away from the road. “No.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and I could see the storm brewing in them. “So you're into kidnapping now?”

I smirked, keeping my eyes fixed on the road as I navigated through the streets. “No, but you’re not cutting me out before giving me a fair shot.”

She crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat, glaring at me with a fire in her eyes. “Why me?” she demanded, her voice a mixture of confusion and frustration.

I could’ve said a million things. I could’ve told her it was because of her strength, her intelligence, how different she was from the chaos I thrived in. But deep down, I knew the truth. The real reason I couldn’t stay away was darker, messier. I loved to ruin things I shouldn’t.

But instead of saying that, I answered, "Because you're perfect for me."

It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was the closest thing I could give her.

I watched her glare at me, eyes burning with defiance, and I couldn't help myself. The pull was too strong. I leaned in, closing the distance between us. My lips crashed onto hers, and the moment they touched, I felt that electric connection I'd been craving. She tasted just as I imagined—sweet, yet full of fire.

I expected resistance. Hell, I almost wanted it—her pushing me away, her fighting me—but instead, she melted into the kiss, her body softening as if she couldn’t help herself. It made me want her even more.

But then, just as quickly as it began, she shoved me away, and I was sent back into the driver’s seat with a painful thud. My head hit the door window, hard, and for a moment, everything was spinning. The sharp pain barely registered as I rubbed the back of my head, more surprised than hurt.

She sat there, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, her face flushed with anger and something else.

“You’re insane,” she spat, wiping her lips as if my kiss had left a bad taste behind.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my head. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She glared at me again, fury simmering just beneath the surface. But deep down, I could see it—the slightest crack in her armor, the way she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the chaos I’d just unleashed between us.

didn’t let the shove or her anger bother me. She wasn’t going to stop me that easily. I leaned in again, ignoring the burning frustration in her eyes. Before she could push me away, I kissed her again, this time slower, more deliberate. My lips were firm but gentle as I kissed her, making sure she felt every inch of me. I felt her breath catch, and it made me smile.

I pulled back just slightly, my lips grazing hers as I whispered, "Please, YN. Just this once. Give in to me."

There was no desperation in my voice, only a raw sincerity, something I don’t think I ever showed anyone before. I wanted her to understand that this wasn’t just about me taking control. It was more than that. I needed to show her that she didn’t have to be so guarded around me.

Her eyes flickered, unsure, but I could see the hesitation in her gaze, the tug of curiosity she was trying to fight. She wasn’t immune to me, not completely, and I could feel it.

I held my breath, waiting for her to decide.

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