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COUNT TO TWENTY-TWO — part two

⋆˙⟡ robert (bob) reynolds x reader (thunderbolts*)

summary: Last mission for the week. Or that's what Valentina had told you. Now you're stuck somewhere in the dephts of Utah's desert with very strange acting four people. A Red-Room assassin, a teleporting woman, a wanna-be Captain America and a nervous, confused looking man in hospital clothes.

warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, thunderbolts* spoilers (obviously)

author's note: english is not my native language, so i apologize for all grammatical errors / mistakes in my writings (if there are any)

Winsconsin. That's where you are right now. You don't know where exactly, but you know you're surrounded by a never-ending forest. No signs and no roads nearby. Somewhere in the deeper reaches of the forest is an establishment, camouflaged amidst the trees. It's the home of corruption, exploiting environmental programs for personal gain through the funds of government. Corruption lives there, hiding.

The hidden facility is so deep in the forests, far from where humans are living. Far from everything. There is no satellite trail of them, buried inside the forest, hidden from the eyes of others. Nearly invisible to all. But not to you.

When you finally caught sight of the building, you realized how well hidden it was. Its frame crouched low beneath the trees like it was hiding from the world. No lights outside, looming in the darkness. No patrols in sight. The trees around it had grown almost to its walls, camouflaging itself. It looked nearly as if it had been swallowed by the forest itself. They were too confident that nobody would find them there and you were here to prove them otherwise.

When you rounded corner of the bulding you saw him. A single guard, tactical geared vest on his shoulders, pacing slightly in the narrow space between the trees and the wall of the hidden building. His voice was low, but loud enough for you to catch a few phrases. He had a phone pressed to his ear, mouth curling in a faint smile as he spoke. He didn’t see you. He wouldn’t. You stepped silently from between the trees, right towards him and then launched forward in absolute dead silence.

Your knee slammed into the back of his thigh and his leg buckled with a grunt of surprise. He staggered forward, dropping his phone onto the ground. You quickly caught him just in time before he fell on the floor as well. One of your hands snapped over his mouth and nose before he could yell out something and alarm others. The other hand clamped beneath his jaw, fingers digging into the pressure point on his neck. He struggled briefly, shaking in your arms, his back pressed tightly against the front of your tactical vest. You pressed harder, his body twitching few times and muffled sounds coming from beneath your hand. Then he went limp and you carefully put him on the ground without making any sound.

You quickly made work of his things. You took his pistol and card from his belt. Card for the entrance. You took them and rounded the building once more, going straight towards where the hidden door should be located. You found a small hole, where the card should be inserted to open the door. You slid the card quietly in and the door pushed itself open in silence. Not a quiet hiss, nothing, it was so quiet. You waited for a brief moment, listening if someone is on the other side. After a moment, you didn't catch a single soul pass by. You then slid inside, closing the door behind yourself.

The hallway of the building stretched ahead in absolute pain-looking symmetry. Light grey walls, dark grey concrete floor, a ceiling of low, grated panels that barely lit the space. More fitting into minimalistic aesthetic.

Your boots were silent on the floor as you walked straight down the hallway. There were no cameras, they were too confident that nobody would find their hiding hole. You passed into another hallway, each of them looking almost identical. There were no decorations, just plain non-colorful hallways. No tables, flowers, posters, carpets or windows. It was empty. Almost too empty. You slid into the nearest door in another similar hallway, using the same keycard again to open the door.

Inside was a kind of a server room with long rows of lighting and humming machines. They were casting blue light over the light grey walls. The first colorful thing in the whole building. In the center of the room was a console, sleek black. Which would be your target. The millions of stolen money, hidden data, stripped names, identities erased and rewritten, all stolen from the government under unknown organizations and many other databases. All that flowing through this single point right in front of you. You moved toward the terminal, pulling the virus drive from your tactical belt. Then you reached for the port, ready to plug it in and delete all their hard-work. But suddenly there was a sound from behind you. The door opened. Someone else had entered the room. You didn’t hesitate. You spun, drew the stolen pistol and raised it towards whoever had entered. But you were too late.

They were faster. A shot rang out and went straight through your head.

You dropped on the floor and everything went black.

But not for long.

Because you now stood where you stood twenty-two minutes earlier. Outside, at the back of the building. Standing once again over the unconscious guard, pistol in hand, card in your pocket. You quickly moved towards the hidden door. The person who killed you was still alive. Now he knows someone found their location and you know he will contact his team in a matter of a second. You didn't waste another second and went straight into the long hallways, straight towards where you died. Your body would be gone by now, disappearing into thin air after you reappeared back alive.

You ran silently down the corridor, your breath tight in your chest. You had to make it before he said anything to anyone. Before the entire system locked down and hid itself even more. The door was just before you. Quickly making work of sliding the card inside and then the door opened. The man was still there, his back turned towards you.

You jumped onto him. Your knee colliding with his back. His spine arching forward and his stomach hit the table in front of him. He didn't even manage to shout before your hand closed around the back of his head, fingers gripping it. You yanked his head down. Hard. The sickening sound of his forehead meeting the metal edge of the console echoed through the room and then his body slumped down.

When the body fell, you quickly reached for the drive in your belt. You quickly rammed it back into the port of the computer in front of you. The screen flickered and glitched, lines of bright blue codes blinking rapidly on the screen. Your fingers flew across the keyboard, unlocking bypass protocols, disabling the ability of recovery and opening all encrypted parts of their system. Bypassing every security layer. All of their security logs going completely blind. Then one by one, each of their datasets started to fail and delete itself. You hit another set of keys on the board in front of you and forced the data-player into a deconstruction loop. They wouldn’t be able to restart it even if they would've started from the beginning. Dataset after dataset collapsed. Then you locked it, under many sets of passwords. By the time the whole building would realize their whole money-laundering, data-stealing system is gone, you would be across the whole country in a different state.

You stepped over the unconscious guard, yanked the drive back out from the port and tucked it into your belt. Staring at the self deleting systems in front of you.

You pushed the door open, sliding the card through the hole again. You dead-silently sprinted through the long identical hallways and then came to the hidden doors, sliding the card to open the door again. You ran outside, slipping back into the trees. You walked for at least half an hour before you found your motorcycle, which was safely hidden beneath the branches of towering trees. You approached swiftly, pulled the branches away and then threw one leg over the seat. You threw on your helmet and turned on the motorcycle once. The machine roaring into life. As soon as the wheels found themselves rolling, you leaned forward and the bike surged beneath you, driving through the forest.

You tapped the communications link device in your ear. After a few rings, the certain person picked your call up.

"It's gone," you said, voice barely heard over the sound of the motorcycle growling in the speed.

"Oh, you are so wonderful!" the familiar voice exclaimed. Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. What a sly woman. The woman who has been sending you on missions over the span of many months. Making you into her own little killing puppet on strings.

“I’ve got one last favor for you this week,” she then continued, "it's a little matter in Utah. Seems someone’s poking around one of my O.X.E vaults. I need you to follow the target. Get inside and find out what they intend on steal from me."

You listen to her as you swerved through the forest, "I'll add your biometric data to the system and you will have access to everything. You also have the green light to terminate them."

"Who are they?" you ask her.

"The U.S Agent. Former wanna-be Captain America. John Walker," she spoke into your ear through the comms in your helmet. You swerved around a fallen branch in the forest. The forest started to thin more, nearing the end of it after a good time. You’d be on pavement soon.

"Okay. But why does he needs to steal anything from you?" you asked, a slight confused drawing itself on you.

"I don't know and that's why you will stop him before he steals anything," her voice dropped, tension in her voice louder now.

"Okay..." you trailed off. You kicked the bike into the next gear, the forest giving its nature way fully to a human-made road, your tires gripping themselves on the asphalt.

"Good. I will send you the details. Go to the nearest airport," she purred and then the line cut off. The wind tore past you as the forest vanished in your rearview behind you.

The ride to the airport went by a flicker of a light. You rode over the broken asphalt, straught towards the closest airport to you. The bike wasn't yours, nothing ever really was, but it got you to the airport the fastest way you ever could get yourself there. You left it leaning against a concrete pillar in a nearby parking lot, keys on top of the seat along with the helmet. You went on the first flight to Utah.

The sun was hot overhead, high and sharp during the bright day. Heat shimmered of the stones around. The desert long and its land stretched endlessly. You are crouched behind a thick orange-colored stone. Waiting for your target to enter the vault. You held your gaze fixated on the entrance of the vault, where your target was supposed to go through in any moment.

A slight crunch of gravel echoed up the slope as the man of the hour finally reached the entrance. You stilled your body behind the stone, your eyes never leaving his figure. He walked with a straight soldier temper, his jaw set and dominant posture. His shield on his forearm. He paused at the vault door and then it opened. He quickly stepped inside and the doors slid closed right behind him.

You stood still for a moment, waiting till he's deeper inside the building. A minute passed. Then you slipped from behind the rock, walking silently across the stone and gravel ground. You got in front of the door and then it opened. Just like Valentina had promised. The door clicked and you let yourself in. Nobody was there, you slid your hand down to your belt and pulled out your gun, your fingers wrapping around the cold metal instinctively. The moment the elevator doors to your left opened, your hand with the gun snapped towards it, barrel aligned with the center of it. But nothing. Nobody was standing there. Its doors sat opened, waiting for you to go in. So, you stepped inside, lowering your gun to let it linger in your hand by your side. The doors slid shut behind you and then the elevator began to move down. There were no buttons, only one way up and down, either to the vault or outside from where you had came from.

Then the elevator halted to a stop, its doors sliding open. Your fingers adjusted themselves on the gun and you stepped outside out of the elevator. You saw the only the vault, an opened space where the vault is supposed to be. You walked towards it and you could hear people. Not just one person. Multiple people. And by the grunts sounding out, they were fighting. You quickly raised your gun and moved inside quietly.

There he was, John Walker, your target. He was fighting a short-haired blonde woman, who was yelling at him. On the other side was a person with white mask over their face and it looked like they were teleporting through the room. The blonde woman kicked herself off the man and ran towards the person with white mask.

That was your turn, you swung yourself at the man from behind him. Your knee hit his back, straight into his spine and he leaped forward, falling to his knees. You raised your gun at the back of his head and shot, but he was faster and pushed his shield right behind himself.

"When did you get here?" he yelled out and turned sharply on his knees. His leg whipped towards you, trying to trip you over. You jumped and quickly landed on his leg, he groaned out in pain and threw his shield at you, which did knock you off and away from him. You fell onto your back, but your gun tightly gripped in your hand, so it won't fall out and slide away from you. Before you could stand up, John got pushed away by someone else.

Before you stood the familiar white skull-like face. The person from Budapest. They raised their gun at you and you quickly dipped away, the shot falling right beside you. Your hand steadied the weight of the gun as you quickly composed yourself and jumped onto your feet. Behind you, John groaned, dragging himself back onto his feet.

"I remember you," the person in the skull mask made their mask disappear from their face. It was a woman, half of her face burned.

"From Budapest," you nodded, remembering the interaction you had on subway in the city few years ago.

"I don't want to kill you," the woman told you truthfully, shaking her head, "but I have to."

Her mask went back onto her face and she threw her own shield towards you, you quickly caught it and threw it back at her, which pushed her backwards. Sliding on the floor at the force. Suddenly, another person teleported next to her and hit her hard in the shoulder, pushing her straight against the wall. You quickly moved to where John was now fighting the shorter blonde haired woman.

"You're not even my target!" the blonde woman yelled in a Russian accent at the man as she dipped from his punches and the shield he threw at her.

"You're mine!" John groaned as he angrily kicked the blonde woman away. Hitting her. She slammed against many crates behind her, kncoking over a few of them.

"And you're mine!" you said, which made John turn towards you quickly.

You raised your gun at him and shot out a few shots. He quickly hid himself behind his shield and raised his own gun towards you. You quickly darted to the side, sliding on your knees behind one of the crates. You heard him yell out as the blonde woman ran off towards the two other fighting people in the vault. His back was now turned towards you and you took that in granted. You ran towards him. But he quickly turned towards you because he saw your reflection in ine of the glassy crates in front of him. In one quick swift motion, you drew the small blade tucked at your belt and sliced upward towards his stomach. His suit caught most of it, ripping the piece of cloth off him. You dipped the knife deeper and it finally ripped at his skin. He groaned and punched you across the jaw. Your head snapped to the side, but your legs held you in place. You gripped the knife in your fingers tighter and pinched it in your fingers as you dug it deeper into his stomach.

"Stop bugging me! I need Yelena—" he started to yell out, gripping your hand, which holds the knife.

"You're my target!" you yelled back.You let go off the knife and then jumped onto him, your knee colliding with his stomach and your hands gripped his head. You dragged his head downward and his face hit your other knee. You heard a nice crack as his nose collided with your knee. He let out a loud pained groan.

Suddenly a gunshot ringed out and a pain spread through your shoulder. Someone shot you. The impact of the shot made you let go of John. Your hand instinctively pressing against the wound. John looked to the direction from where the shot came from and quickly ripped the knife out of his stomach with a hiss. His face was beaten and from his nose was streaming blood, going down over his lips. It was the woman with skull-like mask. Your eyes snapped to her.

The masked figure of the woman started running towards you and she quickly wrapped her legs around your neck as she launched herself onto you. Your arms gripped her thighs and you tried to throw her off. In your peripheral vision, you saw John run off towards the blonde woman. With all your strength you threw the woman off and she fell on her back and rolled over, back onto her knees. She quickly got on her feet and raised her loaded gun at you, her fingers a moment from shooting you. Then out of sudden, the white-masked person teleported straight in front of her. Between you and the skull-masked woman.

A gunshot rang out.

The skull-masked woman fell backwards. A shot straight in her forehead. A clean shot straight in the middle. Her body hit the floor, falling onto her back. You stood frozen, looking at her, your chest heaving with breaths. You blinked at the body. The person with white mask, which had teleported between the two of you, had lowered their gun and their mask disappeared. It was a dark-haired woman. She smirked down at the dead woman by her feet.

Then, from behind you, came weird sounds. Human sounds. It sounded as if they were throwing up or maybe gagging at something. You snapped to the side, raising your gun at where the sound was coming from.

"Oh—" there was a man, in a light blue or maybe green baggy hospital clothes with face-length shaggy brown hair. Looking confused as ever.

"Is she... actually?" he trailed, nodding towards the laying woman behind you. Then he runs off, straight towards the open doors. Before he even gets to them, they slam shut. All doors around the vault close. Loudly slamming shut. Trapping all five of you inside.

"Oh no..." he mutters and turns back towards you all. John, the blonde woman, you and the other dark-haired woman look around as the doors close everywhere, trapping you inside. The unknown man then comes nearer and all four of you raise your guns at him.

"Oh—" he raises his arms in front of him. Quickly stopping. Bare feet peeking from underneath his hospital pajama pants.

"Hello. Hi. Um... I'm Bob," he says, his arms raised as four people are aiming their loaded guns at him. You all stare at the man in confusion.

"Who are you?" The dark-haired woman asks the new additional person in the room, her gun still raised towards him.

"I'm... I'm Bob," the man stammers over his own words, his voice shaking, "I told you, I'm... Uh, yeah... Bob."

"Jesus Christ, stop saying Bob!" Your target roars out. You take a good look at the man in front of you, he looks confused, scared even. He doesn't belong here at all. He looks like he had just woken up, his hair messy. You don't recognize him from anywhere. He looks very lost. As if he doesn't even belong down there, surrounded by the other four strangers.

"Who sent you, Bob?" the blonde woman asks him.

"Nobody! Why would I be sent?" the man raises his shoulders, his words slurring in confusion, "were... were you all sent?"

"I'm not sure what's going on here, but you're all exhausting and my job here is done," the woman, who had killed the other woman in skull-mask, says. Lowering her hand with her gun, stepping forward, ready to leave.

"Oh, but you see my job," the blonde woman moves, raising her gun now towards the other woman, "is keeping an eye on you. So, no... You're not going anywhere anymore."

"So, you're keeping an eye on her, huh?" John says, stepping forward and turning his body towards the two women on his left, "that's a half decent cover for someone stealing assets from O.X.E."

"Pretty rich coming from someone who's also stealing," you chuckle at the man with the shield and he raises one of his eyebrows up in confusion.

"I'm not stealing," the blonde woman tells John and she shakes her hand in direction where the other woman is standing, "she's stealing."

That's what makes her stop, as if something clicked in her brain. She closes her eyes and huffs out a breath. Then with a defeat, she shakes her head and lowers her gun.

"Okay. It's clear we've all worked for Valentina in some kind of shadow ops capacity," the blonde woman turns towards the armed people beside her. Now with her gun lowered by her side.

"Yeah. So?" John asks, shrugging his shoulders. Oblivious to what the blonde woman is referring to.

"So all of this stuff is O.X.E's secrets. But so are we!" the blonde woman states infuriatedly, shaking her head with her arms held up.

"Which makes us liabilities that noone would miss," the teleporting woman says and nods, letting the smile slip of her face as she realizes the fact. Staring at the blonde short-haired woman with mixed expression.

"Ah, speak for yourself," John mutters, pride in his voice.

"We are the evidence and this is the shredder!" the blonde woman replies, looking around at the room they're standing in. Then she makes a hand motion under her neck, "she wants us gone!"

You looked over at the hospital-clothed person who's now walking around the crates. You looked at his face, seeing how he looks a bit scared or nervous. As he steps by another box of stuff, his gaze flickers up and meets yours. His eyes stop in yours. You tilt your head slightly as you both hold your own gazes. Then his gaze drops lower, right at your shoulder, which is shot. There is blood around the wound, seeping through your combat gear. You look down at it as well and frown. Then you look back up at the man and he tilts his head as well. As if he was silently asking you if you're okay. You gave him a very small smile and nod.

"Your theory is flawed," John shrugs at the blonde woman's words.

"Oh, please! Go on," the teleporting woman scoffs at him. John then moves which makes the hospital-clothed nervous man step away, walking by another set of the boxes, nearly looking a bit more scared.

"Well, look at the facts," he moves closer to the woman, walking right around her, "the infamous Ghost. A SHIELD reject on run across fifteen nations!"

"The dead girl over here. She destroyed half of the Budapest!" he points at the dead woman behind him.

"Don't talk about her that—" the blonde woman snaps at him quickly when he mentions the dead woman behind him.

"This another wanna-be dead person over here. Why are you even here? You can't even fucking die!" John walks towards you, scowling down at you with a angry shake of his head from side to side.

"Oh, wow! You got me checked out or something?" you scoff at him, putting a hand on your hip, staring up at the bearded man.

"A month ago, on a mission in Oregon. You know who was the person who shot you in the very middle of that forehead?" John says, stopping right in front of you, pointing his finger aggressively right at your forehead, looking down with a pride in a lopsided grin.

"You're so proud of yourself. That's so adorable," you clasped your hands and pouted at him with a smile. Then after a moment, your smile dropped and you scowled at him, "well, fuck you, man."

"And you... A former Red-Room assassin. God only knows the blood on your hands," John walked around the blonde woman and leaned himself against the many crates in the room, his shield propped up on his arm.

"Pretty rich coming from a dime-store Captain America," the dark-haired woman added with a scoff. John turned to her and smiled proudly, "I'll let you know that I was actually the official Captain America, so..."

"Oh, yeah. For like two seconds," the blonde woman joked, earning a chuckle from you.

"Before you publicly murdered an innocent man in the streets. Do I have that right?" the other woman added, tilting her head as if she was trying to get the facts right.

"Oh, really? Define innocent," John snapped back at the woman, "hey. Look... I'm a decorated combat veteran, okay? Got a loving wife and a son. Let's just be honest... You guys are just cheap mercenaries, alright? So cleary, I was supposed to bring you in."

"He's crazy," you flapped out, shaking your head in disbelief at him. Both of the women started to laugh at the man's stupid theories. The dark-haired woman was nodding her head, laughing with her head bent. The blonde woman was looking at John with a big smile, laughing straight into his face.

"That was funny. Thank you, we needed that," she added with a smile, still laughing at his words.

A sudden another set of chuckles sounded from beside you. All four of you turned towards where the sounds came from. It was the hospital-clothed man, he was standing beside few crates, nearly like hiding behind them. A smile now on his face, his teeth showing.

"It was getting so tense in here," he laughed out. His hands holding his own as he stands behind the boxes of stuff. Then he added as he noticed John staring at him, "for a second."

Then his smile quickly disappeared when he noticed the death-glare that the man with shield was sending him. He awkwardly moved and look down at his feet, moving slightly further behind the boxes. His head hung low, rather not catching an eye contact with anyone.

John pushed himself off the box that he was leaning against and started slowly walking with dominant steps towards the awkward man hiding himself behind the boxes, "I'm not leaving here without completing my mission."

"Valentina gave me a clean slate guarantee and I'm not screwing that up," he steps closer to the man, "but this weirdo wasn't part of the job. So, I've got to know—"

He stops right in front of him, the crate blocking his path even closer to him, he gave him a weird toothy smile and finally asked, "how did you get in?"

The hospital-clothed man started to look around nervously, shrugging his shoukders and shaking his head. He let our a puff of breath and turned back to him, "I don't remember."

"Terrific answer," John spat out at the awkward man. Then he turned towards the three of you. You caught eye of the awkward hospital-clothed man again, his gaze turned on you again.

"Alright! Um... Tie yourselves up," John said to all three of you. You raised your brows at him in surprise. His ideas were terrible.

"Wow... No," said the dark-haired woman, "and goodbye!"

She turned away from him and started walking towards the door where the awkward man, Bob, stood before. She clicked on her mask and it closed around her head. Then with another weird noise, she disappeared into thin air. But before she could even get through the door, a terrific high-pitched noise errupted inside the room that you were stuck in. Your hands clasped around your ears and so did everyone else's. The woman reappeared and was clutching her hands over her ears as well, walking backwards, away from the door. She got away from the door and the terrible noise eased. She turned back towards the door, staring right at it.

"Oh! Did you guys heard that?" Bob let go off his ears and turned towards all you. His mouth dropped in awe. The blonde woman's jaw also dropped, surprised expression on her face. Her hand still in the air, just beside her ears.

"What was that?" the blonde woman muttered, more to herself than the others.

"I don't know. But it was fucking loud!" John spat out, already pacing away angrily away from the door.

The blonde woman walked away with a sigh and sank down onto one of the nearby crates, whispering something unintelligible under her breath. The other woman exhaled in frustration, angry at the noise. She then began circling the room.

You stayed on your feet, arms folded lazily across your chest. But with a deep itch blooming beneath your skin where the bullet from the skull-masked woman had torn through your shoulder. As you stood there, from your peripheral vision you saw a blur of light-blue hospital clothing coming closer towards you.

Bob approached you very slowly, almost hesitantly. He just beside you, his hand gripping his own other hand, his eyes darting between your face and the dark red stain spreading across your tactical jacket.

"Hey... Are you sure you're okay?" he stammered, hesitant over his own words, "you're shot. There is... There is a lot of blood."

You let out a small chuckle, "I'm okay. I'm used to it." His face fell a little at your words, his eyes showing a different kind of emotion than before. Almost saddening, "you shouldn't be."

You raised your eyebrow at that, confused. He took notice and continued, "You shouldn't be used to that. Being shot. It's a bad thing..." he added, a bit quieter and sadder now.

"Oh, come on," you quickly cut in, a small smile on your lips, "I'm okay, Bob. I promise."

You reached a hand forward, putting it against his shoulder in genuine manner to let him know that you were indeed okay. Before you could say anything, the room around you darkened, turning into something different. The interior of the room changing itself on its own suddenly.

You turned your head to the side and you were met with a nasty sight right in front of you. There was a little child, sitting on a chair which was too high for the child's size. Legs hanging off it. The little child was wearing a long black hospital gown, falling just over their knees. In the small hands was a small pink birthday card, the little child was reading it. Kicking own legs back and forth slowly. The room was very small and very familiar to you.

Suddenly, the door to your right opened. You looked at it and the small child looked up as well. Through the door came a woman, bright red hair nestled nicely on her hair. Her posture straight as ever. She had a comforting smile on her face, nearly a motherly one. Something what would ease a child in distress. Something which showed kindness, sweetness.

She stepped forward and the small child beamed, a smile spreading on the small features on their face. You stepped forward, closer to the two people in front of you. Your eyes not moving from them, you were stuck.

"Mama. Dziekujem za rodenodnevne želanie," Mum. Thank you for the birthday wish. The small child said, smiling at the red-headed woman. The woman just smiled and stepped forward. She stopped just before the little kid and slowly outstretched her hand, grabbing the small child's own arm. Fingers wrapping around the child's wrist.

"No, no, no... Not this—" you started to say, walking closer to the scene in front of you, but not the close. The woman’s smile only deepened as she stepped forward and held the the child’s thin arm. Then, the red-headed woman grabbed her other arm and reached into her belt, under her shirt.

She took out a gun. A loaded gun.

The child blinked at her. Their smile wavered on their face. Slowly dropping, their shoulders tensing.

"Mama?” Mum? The child whispered, the smile disappearing of the their face, “Što robiš?” What are you doing?

The red-haired woman didn't respond and her smile did not come off her face. She guided the small hand of the child towards the weapon. Her own fingers wrapped gently around the child’s and she placed the gun carefully into the tiny palms of the child. Then together, they both raised it.

"No, no, no—" you cried out.

The end of the gun pressed softly, against the side of the small child’s temple. The child's eyes wide open, staring at the red-headed woman.

“Mama?” Mum? The child said again, more urgently now, "mama, mama, mama, što—” mum, mum, mum, what—

Then. A single shot. A sharp, echoing crack that bounced through the walls. You gasped out, more of a shriek. The child’s body jerked violently to the side as the shot rang out. And then the little child's body crumped, fell from the tall chair and hit the grey ground of the small room. A small, lifeless body of a young child laid helplessly dead on the floor beside its own mother. The tiny fingers which were held by the woman now limp. The legs of the child angeled at a weird unnatural angle as the child laid in its own blood, seeping from the shot in the head.

The small, soft body—your body—laid still.

You choked on a sob you didn’t remember letting rise. It tore its way up your throat and broke free before you could stop it. It was ragged, almost hurt to let out. A pain absorbing into your chest, it was tight. Then quietly, beside you, moved someone.

It was Bob.

He stood there. His face was different now, his expression different. It wasn't something of a disgust, shock or even horrified of the sight before him. It was different. It looked like a heartbreak. As if his heart got broken into thousand pieces. His brows were drawn, looking at you. Instead of stepping back, away from the scene. He stepped closer. Closer to you. You turned towards him slowly and his gaze didn’t leave yours. His mouth opened, kind of as if he was searching for words that didn’t exist at the moment.

The dark color of the room was starting to drain and you were suddenly back in the room you were before. The grey floor was gone, the blood vanished from the floor, the chair was gone and so was the small fragile body of the child and the red-headed woman. Bob was in front of you, his brows furrowed. His lips parted again then closed once again. Unsure of what to say to you.

"That was you—" he rather cut himself off, even though he said that so quiet that not even you could hear it so well. He didn't move and nor did you. You dropped your gaze to the floor, jaw clenched. Shame, disappointment, sadness, everything was burning at the corners of your eyes and deep in your chest, pushing against you.

You couldn't speak. You just stood there, staring at the floor, trying not to let tears flow. Then, with the gentlest way ever, Bob’s finger brushed against yours. Then his pinky gently curled around yours, softly holding yours, "I'm so sorry," he whispered out quietly, only for you to hear. You slowly nodded.

Behind you, a sudden sharp voice of the woman who had killed the skull-masked woman ripped the quiet moment you had.

"Oh, would you look at that!" she exclaimed as she stood over the dead body of the woman, rummaging through her items strapped to her. Her gloved hands searching for something to take with her.

You reached up and quickly wiped your face with the back of your hand. With the hand which was not still wrapped in Bob’s. His head tilted very slightly and his eyes did not move from yours, as if he was searching something deeper inside of them, reaching inside with his own eyes. He then slowly opened his mouth like he had something to say, but nothing came out again. Then, after another flick of a moment, he slowly let go off your finger. Achingly so.

"Don't think about it..." you muttured quietly, more to yourself than to him. You then nodded few times and finally turned away from Bob, whose gaze was still on you. Your steps were quiet as you walked over where the dark-haired woman was next to the dead body of the other woman.

"What are you doing?" your voice cracked a bit. The dark-haired woman lift her head with a small smirk on her lips.

"She won't need any of this anymore, so what?" she said with a shrug and took another item from her and slipping it into her own belt.

"Hey!" sounded from the blonde woman somewhere behind you, "job or not... Could you have some respect, please?"

Just then, John walked nearer and looked at the dead body, "right... Jesus," he smirked and bent down, taking out a small hand-gun from her strapped vest. He turned then at the blonde woman, who was disgustedly looking at the man.

"What? She'd let me have it," he breathed out a laugh with a shake of his ahoulders, "I need it."

Then, suddenly, the lights above went out into darkness and then quickly changed into a red dark light. Everyone flinched and looked up at the lighs, everything around was dark and red. Suddenly, a weird sound came out of ceiling, like something had been started. Weird booming noise.

"The hell is that?" John said loudly as he walked forward, looking at the ceiling from where the sound came from, the four panels above were starting to let out the weird noise.

"Doesn't sound like a shredder," the Ghost said, looking up as well, "it's an incinerator." You frowned at her, looking up at the panels on the ceiling as well. Just as you turned your head, you noticed a timer on the wall and quickly turned towards the others, "hey! Two minutes!"

"Then Valentina's plate is clean," the blonde woman added, kicking herself off the box she was sitting on top of.

"Hey, you don't know that for sure. Could be for anything," John suddenly said, "it could be for when they come to pick me up!"

You frowned at the man. He was so ignorant and incredibly stupid. The blonde woman grimaced at him and shook her head as well.

"Hey, do you feel that?" Ghost asked him angrily, "the temperature rising dramatically... As if the heat was involved!" she threw her hands up in the air, gesturing around her. You smirked at the woman and looked back at the man with the shield. He grimaced and stood still for a moment. He moved awkwardly and then smiled at her in almost unbelievable manner, "well... I guess it's an incinerator."

"Oh, boy! That's not a way to go," Bob, suddenly standing very close to you, said.

John turned towards him, gesturing right at him, "how would you like to die then, Bob?"

"Definitely not burned alive, John," you snapped back at the man, which made Bob next to you let out a small quiet chuckle.

"Well, better than shot in the forehead, eh?" John smirked at you, jokingly. You did not smile at his lame try of a joke. You could feel Bob tense next to you, as if he was the one angry. John's smirk fell off and he quickly muttered, "I was just joking. God... Can't even take a simple joke."

"Alright, Ghost-Lady," the blonde woman moved towards the dark-haired woman.

"Ava—" the dark-haired woman said her name, correcting her.

"Sure, whatever. I don't care," the shorter blonde woman waved her off and pointed her hand towards the closed doors in front of her, "we need to get you through that wall, so you can open up the door."

"She tried that already," John scoffed frustratedly. You rolled your eyes at the man.

"I know she did. But we haven't tried shutting down the sound barrier," the shorter woman explained to John, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"They built it just for her," he said after a moment, nodding slightly as if something clicked right in his mind, "it has to be an independent power source."

The blonde woman sighed and make a hand wi the the motion. Glad that John finally got what she meant. The Ghost-Lady, Ava, started to move first, "come on! Let's go!"

The time was dramatically going down, a minute left. Everyone was looking everywhere, behind the cartes, over the walls, up at the ceilings. Scanning every shadow in the room. The digital coundown on the wall was glowing with its digits dropping.

"What— What exactly are we looking for?" Bob suddenly asked as he stood in the middle of the room, looking around.

"Not stupid questions, Bob!" John yelled out frustratedly at the other man as he walked past him. You heard it and threw him a glance over the shoulder. The man with the shield shrugged his shoulders and started moving towards another set of stuff somewhere in the room. Bob looked around nervously, his fingers moving over his knuckles. You noticed John staring at something from where you stood, brows furrowed, confusion writing on his face as he took in something in front of him. He turned back, staring at the confused Bob who was walking around, staring up at the ceiling. He grimaced and look back at the crate he was looking at. Touching it with his hand to feel it.

Then, from somewhere in the room, the blonde woman shouted, "I think I found it!"

John got off into a run, straight towards the blonde woman. You started to quickly walk over to her as well. She was leaning her head on the box, listening for the sound coming out of it. Ava then came running as well and yelled out, "move!"

She had something in her hand and ripped open the electrical box from where the sound was coming from. You quickly got behind them, Bob right next to you. The way he ran there, he nearly fell over.

"Alright, I think I can override this—" the blonde woman started, but she was quickly cut off by John pushing her away and swinging his shield straight into the box. He hit it twice and it shattered, electrical wires snapped and the noise coming out of it gone.

"Well, that works," blonde woman said, staring at the broken box. You all turned and John started ushering Ava to go. You all ran off towards the door. Ava quickly got her mask on and phased through the wall, leaving you four standing in front of the closed door. Twenty seconds left until you get all burned down alive. You were deeply hoping that she'd come back for you all and open the door. All four of you staring at the door, hoping for the best.

"You think she's coming back?" Bob asked out loud, staring at the door. He stepped a bit closer, standing right beside you and the other man. John gritted his teeth, shaking his head slightly in disappointment, "should've seen that coming..."

The panels above in the ceiling started to spread heat in the room even more. The insides starting to glow orange as the fire nearer its final blow. The door was still not opening. Beside you, the blonde woman closed her eyes, as if she was accepting her end. You turned your head back towards the door and then back to the person on your right, Bob. He looked down at you and gave you a very small sad smile. Five seconds to go, glowed the digital numbers on the wall beside you. Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence. The door was starting to open. Your head snapped away from Bob and you were ready to jump through the opened space. All four of you started running, Bob with his hands over his head as if he did not want to get burned. Behind you, the panels finally blew their fire down, burning the whole room down. An explosion forming. Throwing all four of you out.

As you flew, your body hit the wall and you groaned loudly. Right at the shot shoulder, your hand instinctively grabbed at it. You laid for a moment until you saw a pair of boots coming towards you. It was Ava, she kneeled before you and offered you her hand, "come on."

You groaned and grabbed her hand, letting her pull you up to your feet, your other hand gripping your shoulder. It hurt like a crazy thing. Ava noticed your hand and the blood around it from the wound, "oh, jeez. That looks bad. She got you good."

"Thanks," you dryly chuckled, patting off dust from your clothing. She chuckled as well and walked away, right beside John, who was sitting on the ground. He started to say something to her, but she clearly ignored him and his waiting outstretched hand.

As you stood, you noticed Bob staring at the blonde girl, both of them sitting close next to each other after the explosion thew them both away. The blonde woman looked a bit disheveled and confused, so you came over towards the two.

"You two good?" you asked them as you finally stepped in front of them. Bob flinched when you spoke, clearly not expecting you to be standing there. You were indeed quiet. The blonde woman stared up at you and nodded a few times. You gave your hand towards her, letting her grab your hand and pull her up back on her feet. When she got up she swayed a bit and you quickly put your hands on her waist so she won't fall, "woah, woah. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay. Just hit the wall there," she pointed behind herself and smiled at you, "actually, I don't think I've told you my name. I'm Yelena."

You smiled at her, your hands still on her waist, "well, nice to meet you, Yelena."

"What about yours? Your name?" she asked you.

You finally let go off her waist and turned to the man on the floor who was watching you both. You held up your hand for him to take and he clasped it tightly, pulling himself up with your help with a small muttered thank you.

"My name? Eh, I don't really do names," you awkwardly smiled at the girl. She tilted her head in confusion, so you continued, "I'm an experiment child... So no name for me! Just numbers and then fake names for when I travelled," you grinned at her and she shook her head with a small sad smile.

"But how do your friends call you?" she asked you.

"As if I have some," you said with a shrug of your shoulders, "but fucking Valentina usually calls me Twenty-Two."

"A number?" Bob asked beside you.

"Yeah, when I get killed, I reappear where I was twenty-two minutes before," you say to him, which makes his eyes widen and eyebrows raise. He makes a small noise of amazement, which makes you smile up at the man.

"Do you really die or is it... just like some sort of a teleportation?" Yelena curiously asks you.

"I really do die. It's like, just sort of glitch for my soul and body. I don't know—Instead of staying dead, I'm just pulled back into life. My previous body disappears when I reappear though. I reappear twenty-two minutes right where I was before, but the time doesn't change. Nothing else rewinds... Just me," your smile slid off your face for a moment and you looked down at your hands and then back up at the two people in front of you.

"Do you feel it?" Bob's voice dropped as he asked you, "dying? Do you feel death?"

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, "yes. Every single time. I feel the shot, the fall, the drowning... I feel everything. I especially hate slow deaths," you chuckled sadly, "I just live with all my deaths, they're stuck with me and I'm stuck with them."

Yelena's brows furrowed deeply. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she took in your words. Bob shifted uncomfortably next to you and then he looked at you once more before he walked away. You looked at the blonde woman, who was staring at you. Your eyes met with hers, so you smiled at her.

"Come on," you smiled at her and stepped away, nodding your head towards where Ava stood leaning against a wall.

"Hey... You good?" you walked towards her, she was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, staring blankly in front of her.

Her gaze snapped upwards towards you, "sure I am... Someone cut the fucking power to the elevator! So, I am absolutely delighted to be stuck down there," she answered irritably as she stared at the man with the shield, who was standing near the elevator.

"Amazing," you ironically muttered, as well now looking at the man near the broken down elevator. You crossed your arms over your chest as well, leaning against the wall beside Ava.

In front of you was your supposed target, who you were supposed to kill at least twenty minutes before. He was looking at a broken down elevator with the shorter Russian blonde woman, Yelena, next to him. His posture was tense, jaw set and there was blood by his stomach from where you dipped your knife into his skin. Yelena was throwing her arms in the air, pointing at the elevator as well. Bob was farther off. Away from others. He was pacing around in the distance in the corner, muttering something under his nose. Words you couldn't make out.

And here you were. Trapped miles under the ground. With no way on how to get out. Lost somewhere in the desert of Utah, surrounded by four of the strangest people you have ever met.

hope you liked this! if yes, comments and feedback are really appreciated! <3

also i haven't mentioned anything about the sokovian language in the chapter before, so i will say it now—it's made up. i couldn't find an "actual" translator for the fictional language, so i just combined all slavic / balkan languages and their words together to make it feel more realistic like in the movies. the languages are similar and one of them is my native, so it was fun to write!

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qingxin-dream · 2 years ago

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“Moonlight Showing”

summary | lyney whisks you away after his performance, wanting to make the most of his last night with his secret lover for awhile. (art credits: @/kiyonvmi on twitter).

warnings | profanity, smut [18+, MDNI], female-bodied reader, exhibitionism/public sex (creampie), a sprinkle of dominance, breeding, honestly fairly vanilla otherwise bc lyney is such a sweetheart, lyney speaks a little french

genre | smut

word count | 1.6k

pairing | lyney x reader

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Long after the crowd had dispersed from the picturesque Opera Epiclese at the close of Lyney and Lynette’s show, the beautiful gardens lie vacant under the moon’s silvery gaze. All the guests and staff had long taken the aqua-bus back to the Court of Fontaine to return home. There was not a soul in sight at this late hour.

However, even as the city sleeps, Coppelius and Coppelia—a mechanical wonder gifted to the Opera by the Fontaine Research Institute—continue their romantic dance in the courtyard. They never failed to captivate any audience as the reflective metal of the star-crossed lovers glimmered under sun or moon, rain or shine.

Atop the many steps leading down to the outdoor stage is a hand-carved throne of stone hidden behind the cypress trees encircling the scene. From afar perhaps it appears that there are indeed still two people lingering from the night’s magical performance, sitting together to admire the lovely dance.

To any innocent passersby, the sight was undoubtedly endearing and romantic. There’s nothing quite like the rush of young love. It was a good thing no one was here to bear witness; and even better that your lover was so cunning and clever, choosing such a secluded spot to have you in his lap.

Lyney’s gloved hands gripped the curve of your waist firmly, the pads of his fingertips digging into your soft flesh as he sinks your hips back down onto his hardened cock with a soft grunt of pleasure. You were forced to hold onto the cool armrests of the throne to keep yourself steady, the unexpectedly cold surface causing your walls to spasm and flutter around him. Groaning lewdly in your ear, Lyney was practically hypnotized by the way the white ring of your essence coated the base of his cock.

Your poor little legs were shaking. You couldn’t count how many times Lyney had made you cum, and yet he was utterly insatiable tonight. The erotic mixture of your fluids lubricated every inch of cock nicely. His smug, seductive laughter was a beautiful soft melody in your ears as the magician teased the tip of his length at your entrance, watching the nuances of your orgasmic expression once more.

With the ends of your sexy little red dress lifted up in his right fist, his other hand smacked your ass loudly. “You wore this on purpose, didn’t you, mon amour?”

A bratty whine rumbled in your throat as he forced you to continue fucking yourself on his throbbing length. You couldn’t possibly muster up a coherent response in your cockdrunk state. Cute little pants adorned the sound of your sex slapping onto his pelvis lightly smeared with your juices.

Lyney yanked you back by the hip to bury his needy cock into you, abruptly pulling the front of your dress down so your breasts spilled out into the open air. He loved feeling the enticing, malleable flesh between his fingers, occasionally pinching your adorable nipples to earn a sweet little moan out of you.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmured from behind, taking his thumb under the string of your lacy thong to get an unobstructed view of how your slutty hole gripped and swallowed his cock over and over. Lyney’s voice was deep and honeyed, enough to have you whimpering under your breath in anticipation. “Don’t you cream on my tights now. You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, (Y/N).”

“Mm, mhmm,” you nod obediently, focusing intensely on the sensation of his cock continuously stretching your walls in the most delicious rhythm. You swear he must have memorized the exact spot that drove you wild. “Y-you fuck me… so good…”

“Mon amour, please, you’re doing all the work,” Lyney’s voice resounds lowly into the shell of your ear, smug and soft as velvet. He leans into your neck, nibbling at your sensitive skin. A seductive giggle warms your shoulder and sends shivers prickling down your spine. “Why don’t you let me work my magic, hm?”

You settle yourself completely onto his pretty cock, resting your back gently against his chest. Lyney continues to encourage you with sweet nothings, distracting you with his words of praise while gloved fingers cup underneath your plush thighs and spread your legs. He gently guides your legs apart to set your calves onto the cool armrests on either side of you.

You hear him draw in a sharp breath as your spongy walls suddenly tighten again. “Are you trying to milk me dry, mon cœur?”

“I’m sorry. C-can’t help it,” you mumble, practically a whimper as this position has your cunt clenching down and damn near feeling every curve and contour as Lyney’s cock angles into you from underneath.

He smirked, presenting the pink petals of your wet flower long decorated in cum to the empty gardens of the Opera Epiclese. Though it was just the two of you and the mechanical dancers below, the mere thought of anyone catching a glimpse of how his thick cock split you open was beyond thrilling to Lyney. Call it a showman’s pride in his performance.

And for Archon’s sake, every little bit of movement had you rolling your head back with a litany of soft-spoken profanities and prayers leaving your lips. Yet you found yourself curious, leaning forward slightly, mesmerized by the way he stuffed you nice and tight.

Lyney chuckled, always one to study and revel in his audience’s wonder, and even more so with his secret lover. He drank you in like fine wine, pupils dilating and swirling with endless pool of desire as you struggled to take him like this.

“Give me your fingers, ma chérie,” he asks, though his tone is surprisingly firm. It wasn’t really a question. You reached around your shoulder to offer him a shaky hand, your breath catching as something hot and wet envelopes your index and middle finger. “Touch yourself.”

Heat flushed your cheeks as Lyney’s warm saliva drips from your digits. Parting your folds, you liberally massaged in circles around your clit, already a bit swollen and puffy from your previous lovemaking sessions on the throne. You curse under your breath between moans, reaching further down to trace your fingers at the bottom of his cock and marvel at the way he disappears inside of you.

The magician groans faintly, the brush of your fingers leaving him extra sensitive as you grind your hips into him. His words come out as a desperate whisper in the night air, a plea only your delicate ears are privy to. “H-hah, fuck, it’s so perfect… ‘n’ made for me.”

Lyney’s hands trail down your sides lovingly, making sure you’re well adjusted to his length in this unique position. In the wake of his fleeting touch, he plants featherlight kisses wherever possible on your spine. He presses a final chaste kiss on your shoulder blade before leaning back, cupping the bottom of your thighs to support you.

“Call my name, mon cœur, that’s all I ask,” he groans, thrusting his cock fully into your dripping hole. You cry out, gasping as his tip reaches the deepest part of you and rubs against every lovely ridge of your walls. Lyney hushes your loud moan, not to deter you but rather to comfort you.

Caressing the innermost parts of your thigh, the magician effortlessly holds you from underneath to help you relax around his cock. He can see your back muscles loosen up, and he whispers to you, “Look up—look at the moon—she’s our spotlight, yeah?”

“Keep your pretty eyes on the heavens. I promise I’ll take you there,” Lyney coos, the timbre of his voice laced with longing. You were hopelessly ensnared in his web of passion and temptation, more than willing to submit to his saccharine words and whims. He smiled, praising you as your eyes drifted up to the full moon. “Je t'aime.”

Just as your reply was on the tip of your tongue, the magician squeezed the bottom of your thighs and finally bucked his hips up ruthlessly into your cunt. Despite how much Lyney prepared you for this position, he still stole your breath away. It was all you could do to meet the intensity of his thrusts. “L-Lyney…! Oh my god, fuck… keep going, p-please…”

Your orgasm was already stirring in the depths of your pelvis with Lyney pounding against your G-spot repeatedly without fail. His grip on the flesh of your hips became possessive, a low growl following his rapid thrusts. “Did I say to stop touching yourself? I want you a fucking mess on my cock.”

Apologies weren’t what he wanted. This was the final act of the night before you were to be separated for Archons knows how long. Lyney wasn’t about to waste this precious time without giving you the moon, the stars, and the whole damn universe—rocketing you to your climax after you fingers messily flitted across your clit.

“Lyney! I’m cumming, a-ah!” you nearly screamed in pure ecstasy and amazement, your legs quaking and threatening to collapse onto him. Waves upon waves of pleasure wash over you. You couldn’t believe how he relentlessly fucked your release into your sopping pussy, utterly blissed out and wishing for his seed like a whore.

Coaching you through your strongest orgasm yet, he exhales heavily and clutches you tightly, “That’s it, that’s it. Yeah… Sing for me, mon amour. You feel so, so good.”

Just as your climax reached its crescendo, Lyney’s cock twitched inside you and dribbled cum out of your abused hole when he pulled out. His fingers were buried into your skin, certainly enough to leave a bruise on your hips in the morning. Even though the magician was exhausted after the night’s worth of lovemaking, he spun you around and captured your lips softly—wanting to taste your post-orgasmic pants for air.

“It’s a shame,” Lyney chuckled warmly into your mouth, seemingly unable to detach himself from your decadent lips. “I really liked this dress on you.”

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated. my masterlist.

#not me literally taking pics of lyney at this spot and being like ‘hmm this would be a good spot to fuck’ lmao #[opulent dreams].✿#[dreams of delusion].✿#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #lyney smut

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talesfromawannabewriter · 1 month ago

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Sacrificial Bride

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Once upon a time when the Earth was still young and new, a great and glorious being, who everyone referred to as God or father to his children, looked over the planet and sighed. While he was finished with everything else to complete Earth it was still missing something. Something that he just couldn’t figure out what to create. It had to be something unique just like Earth. But what? Looking towards his children he smiled when he saw his most beloved son Lucifer with some of the younger Heaven born. He saw that he was showing off his skills in magic causing the young ones to awe.

It was then when watching his son who was so full of life and curiosity towards all things around him that inspiration finally hit him, and he understood what was needed for his final creation on Earth. Grabbing a handful of the elder angels, they entered God’s most beautiful garden on Earth, Eden. The sky was dark and littered with stars, the air was warm but had a nice breeze to it, a perfect time for creation. As the angels surrounded the powerful being in curiosity he grabbed a handful of soil and breathed life into it, creating life. From the dust of the Earth, a new being was created, the very first human.

As the being formed into its body, the angels could tell that it was like the female angels in certain areas. God smiled and explained to them that she was a woman. Her skin was pale and flawless, and her hair shined like the hidden sun, and when she opened them her eyes looked as if the blue day sky was put into them with the little whites in her eyes resembling clouds. She truly was beautiful, as she should be since she was created in her creator's image. Kneeling to the woman God gently took her hands in his and welcomed her into the world. Looking at her he realized that she needed to be given a name, other than just woman.

He turned his head up towards the dark sky, the moon shining on them both and back to the woman who looked as if she belonged to the day. A moment passed and with a slight grin, he turned back to her and gave her the name, Lilith, which meant to belong to the night. He then explained who he was and that this garden was her home. A home that was free of any evil, where she would never want anything and would always be content. So long as she followed this one rule, to never eat nor touch the tree that held the forbidden fruit of good and evil.

For if she did she would surely die. With that, he pulled her up and pointed to the vast forest that lay before them. With a grin spreading across her lips, her eyes sparkling with a newfound purpose and excitement she took her first steps forward. And ventured off into the vast green where she would spend her days discovering the wonders the garden had to offer as well as naming each of the wonders she found. As was commanded by God. All too soon as it seemed a minute ago that Lilith had finished naming everything in Eden.

Afterwards, she began to grow lonely with all the beauty of Eden with no one to relish and joy with. She may have had the animals, but it still wasn’t what she wanted. One day sitting in the garden she looked down at her reflection and sighed wishing for someone like her. Suddenly a bright light appeared in front of her and she gasped in delight at the sight of God once again in her presence. Along with one of his angels who he introduced as his son Lucifer.

After hearing about her progress in finishing her duties, God came down to see and check on his creation. However, he was surprised that she looked forlorn after completing such a major task. He asked her what was wrong and she explained her loneliness with no one to talk to or be with. Her creator had thought and thought about what to do and then it hit him simply and quickly. He turned to his son and instructed him to dig a hole in the ground.

Though confused Lucifer did as his father commanded. When his father was satisfied with the hole and how deep and wide it was, he took Lilith’s hand, placed it over the hole, and without feeling any pain on Lilith’s end cut her hand open and let the blood flow over. Once enough blood had filled the hole he healed Lilith’s hand and covered the hole with dirt. Not even a minute had passed before the ground began to shake and rise. Standing in front of them caked in dirt was another human, another woman. Even though she had the same parts of Lilith that made her a woman she was completely different in every way in appearance. Though she was tall she was about a head shorter than the other woman.

Her hair and eyes were as brown as the soil she had come from. Her body was even slightly curvier than Lilith’s shape. The only thing that seemed to be the same in appearance, sans the parts of a woman, was their skin. Though even then while Lilith had a slight kiss of a tan this other woman was incredibly pale; not as white as the angels but still. God gave a grin to Lilith and said to her that this other woman, the second one made, was to be her sister. He turned back to his newest creation and smiled welcoming her to life and Earth and giving her the name, Adelle.

He explained to the two women that they were both equals and would never lord over the other. That being said, it was Lilith’s new duty to protect Adele and make sure she was always safe. That included keeping her far, far away from the forbidden tree and the fruit that it bore. He explained to Adelle as he had to Lilith when he caught her getting a little too close to it, that if it was a hidden evil if one ever took even a single smallest bite of the fruit it would make one surely die. With that, he sent the two off into the garden to get better acquainted with one another.

Lilith with a large smile thanked God for giving her someone to finally cease her loneliness and gently grabbed her new sister's hand. With a fast pace, she walked her sister into the vast green and explained what everything was. That day on Earth in that garden would forever be marked by how the sisters of Eden came to be. When God turned back he expected his son to come with him but he saw that Lucifer was staring at the retreating forms of the two, but more specifically at the second woman. From the moment he saw her, he couldn’t stop staring. He didn’t know exactly why but there was just something about her that made him want to know more.

When he heard his father beckon him over Lucifer explained that he wanted to make sure the sisters would be ok and would cover them for a while. However, he promised his father he would do it from a distance to give them their space and to allow them to bond with one another. His father accepted and left back for their home leaving Lucifer behind in an excited state. Flying overhead he tracked the girls over to one of Eden’s many lakes and saw the two bathing in the water. Carefully he flew down and hid in the trees without being seen.

He watched with a soft smile as Lilith helped scrub the dirt away, occasionally asking her sister to go underneath the water for a second. When all the soil was washed away and Adele was fully clean she stepped out of the water and what she had before the archangel was truly a sight. He didn’t know why he hadn’t seen it before. Perhaps it was the lighting but if he thought she was something to behold before then he didn’t know what true beauty was. Her skin was now clean and pale like Lilith's but more creamy as it had no traces of the sun.

Lucifer couldn’t help but wonder how soft it would be if he were to touch her. Her long hair slightly flew in the soft breeze it appeared to. Lucifer wondered what it would smell like if he were to inhale it. However, the most prominent of this gorgeous creature's features were in his honest opinion her eyes. While still, the color brown had a sort of golden shine to them, making them look angelic in an earthly way.

That was the moment that changed history and its course forever. That was the moment the Archangel Lucifer, the son of God, had fallen for the second woman, and he fell hard.

Days blended into weeks as he continued to watch the two sisters for wherever Lilith was Adele was not far away. Watching them he saw that though they were similar in a few certain ways their personalities were stark contrasts. Lilith was calm and composed while Adele was wild and rampant. Lilith was fiercely independent and Adele was a bit the same in her ways, preferring the company of Lilith from being alone. All of that though made him fall even harder as each minute passed.

Observing her play with her sister, tending to the garden, and he especially loved how kind and expressive she was to the animals whether it be a tiny mouse to a mighty lion. Lilith while she was enjoying the company of her new sister always felt another presence that was watching her every move. Yet every time she tried searching for it she never found it. It wasn’t until one day when she was by herself gathering fruit for breakfast did she discovered that their little stalker was one of Heaven’s angels. He introduced himself as the son of God himself Lucifer and stated that he watched the two because he was simply curious.

For, after all, they were the very first of their species. Lilith accepted that and they began to converse with one another. By the end of the day, a friendship had fully blossomed between the two. Lilith eventually introduced Lucifer to Adele, much to the archangel's delight, and the duo became a trio. They would spend their days together in the garden discovering any new treasures, languishing in its beauty, and eating any of the delicious fruit that grew.

All in all, they were quite a close fit. However, Lucifer wanted more with Adele. He wanted her to be his for all of eternity. He tried in every way to impress her to earn her affection but she refused each time. Choosing instead to stay by her sister's side. but he didn’t let that discourage him from trying.

However, there was still the matter with his father as well as the elder angels. For he knew deep down that if the elder angels had found out about his feelings for the second woman he would be forbidden from ever seeing her and Lilith again. Whenever he was with or near the elders they would all talk about how Father’s creations were perfect and must remain perfect forever. He felt that all the two humans in the elder’s eyes were dolls and Eden was their playhouse. He wanted to free them. They were songbirds and he tried to open up their cage.

So that is exactly what he did. Going to Lilith he convinced her in his quest for free will and had her give the forbidden fruit to Adele as a gift. For which Adele gladly accepted from her sister.

However, this gift soon became the beginning of a curse.

As God had stated even the smallest bite would bring death and evil. Though Adele had not died in body her innocence was no longer as she understood the world around her. Lilith had also felt something shift inside her, a feeling mixed that felt wrong yet felt so right to do. As for Lucifer, he was simply glad that Adele’s eyes were finally open and they would finally look his way. That feeling quickly went away as the only emotions that were visible in her eyes were fear and dread.

It soon became worse as all of the elders and his father discovered what he had done and confronted the three. For their reckless acts, all three were punished. Lilith was separated from her sister and thrown into the dark pit which she created with Lucifer. As for Adele, she was banished from the garden for her disobedience. However, God saw that she was suffering already and decided that she needed someone to protect her in the cold and harsh world outside of the garden. That was how the first man came to be, Stephen.

Then he sent them on their way, to find a new home somewhere. But not before telling them to be fruitful and multiply to help populate the world they share. That is what the first husband and wife did, they found a batch of land where they settled and made a home. A home that was filled with children and more children after that and more children after that. Until they had a whole village filled to the brim with their children and eventually their children procreated with the other humans created by God to help with the population of Earth. Grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren flooded their village, and others were created. While it wasn’t Eden Adele and Stephen had done God’s command and thrived together. As for down in the pit that was now called Hell, the first demons had also created their village. However, theirs were a little bigger and they did them by themselves without help from either. The reason why is that when they fell and Lilith was separated from Adele she put all the blame onto Lucifer for what had happened because she trusted that what they were doing was the right thing.

All it ended was her losing her sister and the friendship she and Lucifer once had lost bloomed and died like a withering flower. It all changed though when the first fully dead mortal soul had wound up in their home. After that, more and more sinners flooded their homes Lilith had found a new purpose, empowering her people with her voice and her songs eventually separating a part of Hell into her territory becoming the queen of her kingdom. As for Lucifer though it was a whole different view for him. He saw those sinners all as just that, sinners, and barely glanced at them even when it was his job as their king to do so. It also didn’t help that they were the descendants of the woman he loved and lost, as well as the fact that she had a husband.

That thought alone was enough for the king of Hell to go out and create the name his subjects called him, the devil. Years had passed on Earth and in Hell and Adele had eventually grown old with her husband and lay with her family surrounding her as she closed her eyes one final time. Now one might think that would be the end of the story, correct? Sorry to say that is far from the truth. When Adele finally died she did not go to Heaven, Hell, or even back to the Earth where she was created.

No, as soon as she closed her eyes she opened them again as a newborn.

For Adele was alive once again.

When Adele’s soul didn’t go to either afterlife both realms were in disarray. Adele had repented in Heaven’s eyes and should have been here with them. While down in Hell Lucifer had always held onto the hope that maybe she would arrive down here. At first, they assumed that she hadn’t died yet but that wasn’t the case as God had called both Heaven and Hell into a meeting. Both realms were shocked as ever since the separation he had wanted nothing to do with Hell.

When agents of Hell and Heaven had descended onto neutral ground he informed all of them that Adele had passed but her soul was lost.

It was somewhere still on Earth. But where they did not know. Only that she still amongst the mortals. When Lucifer heard of this predicament he almost set the entire room they were in on fire.

Adele was meant to be here by his side as his queen! Not being forced to trudge amongst the rest of those swine.

However, his father was not done speaking. Though he never explained why this happened he declared a wager to be made between Heaven and Hell. If either realm could find Adele and bring her to their plane then that would be the place she would reside until the end of time itself.

After much discussion, the king of Hell Lucifer, and the high Seraphim Sera had agreed. If Lucifer would bring Adele into the darkness then the second woman would become his queen and rule beside him for all eternity. However, if Sera could bring Adele into the light then Adele would become Heaven’s top soldier and would lead an army to keep Hell in line for the rest of eternity.

With a firm handshake, the wager was set. For centuries that was how it was: Heaven and Hell would send their best agents to find the first woman’s soul but unsuccessful with each attempt.

It was almost as if she evaded them at every turn.

It eventually got to a point where both sides were recruiting humans to try and watch out for Adele. Thousands of years have passed since then and still no such luck from either Heaven or Hell.

Until one day Lucifer, when his patience ran out, decided to take matters into his own hands.

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sacr1ficialang3l · 4 months ago

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DEAN WINCHESTER X GOTH!READER (meet her)

SUMMARY: Reader is taking her usual late-night cemetery walk when she finds two guys burning up a grave. They expect her to run away screaming, but they don't know that she is not that easily scared. 3.8k

WARNINGS: none really. first meeting. fem!reader.

NOTES: goth!reader is here, and she's here to stay! I can't wait for Dean and her to get closer. If you find the She Wants Revenge reference in this you get a gold star. As always, English is not my first language. Enjoy<3

You had seen some weird things happen in this cemetery.

You simply couldn’t make a habit of taking midnight walks through the graveyard behind the town’s famous abandoned house without encountering some questionable acts.

From high schoolers messing around with a Ouija, to a drunk man pissing against a mausoleum, to a couple of teenagers hooking up behind a tree.

You thought you had seen it all, until tonight.

Your eyes are focused on the old walkman on your hands, desperately trying to make it work, when a sudden heat wave makes you look up. Your wine-painted lips part slightly when your eyes find two guys standing in front of a digged up grave, seemingly having lit the corpse on fire.

You must have made a noise, because both guys quickly turn to you with equally wide eyes.

Funnily, the first thought that registers on your mind is: damn, they’re hot.

You don’t freak out, and you don’t run for your life like you probably were supposed to. After all, you had always loved all things creepy.

You decide to step closer, the chunky platform of your boots digging into the mushy soil under them. You stop a few feet away from the burning pit as both guys still stare at you with freaked out expressions.

“Not an expert or anything, but I’m pretty sure digging up graves is illegal.” You say, crossing your arms. You half-register that you should probably not be talking to these guys like that. Maybe they were the bad type of devil worshipers, or psychopaths. Or both.

But before you can even start to feel afraid, they both start to ramble. The two huge, muscular men in front of you start to stutter and trip over their words. They spit half-assed explanations, contradicting each other every two sentences. It makes you laugh, which in consequence makes them stare at you as if you were insane.

How the tables have turned.

Noticing that the men were very probably not dangerous, you take another step closer. This wasn’t the first time you had dealt with people making rituals of some sort in this cemetery. Satanists and pagans alike showed up occasionally to do their thing, and contrary to common belief, they were usually pretty friendly if you approached their practices with respect.

You pull out a cigarette from the pocket of your skirt, looking up at them with a smirk.

“I’m guessing you have a lighter?”

The taller one of the guys simply stares at you like you grew a second head, but you can distinguish a smirk on the face of the other one in the irregular light of the still going flames. You study him. Brown leather jacket, necklace around his neck, a ring that caught the light of the moon in his hand holding the matches. Oh, he was really hot.

“Look, sweetheart, you should probably leave.” He says, apparently having composed himself from the initial shock. There was a cocky undertone in his voice, but he didn’t seem mean, more like… trying to keep you out of something dangerous.

With a simple shake of your head, you refuse. What was life without a little danger anyways?

They end up introducing themselves after many failed attempts of making you leave. Sam and Dean, as you learned, were brothers. What you also learned, as you stared at them across the burning hole in the ground, is that they were both insanely attractive. But there was something about the older one, a sharpness in his eyes that made a shiver run through your spine. You blamed it on the cold breeze of the night.

(it was a specially warm day of early fall, there was no cold breeze.)

“Wait, wait.” you raise your palm, trying to process the information. “you’re telling me you’re… monster hunters?”

The brothers nod, going a little more into detail about their job and the ghost they were hunting in your town. Both of them stare at you like they’re expecting you to run away screaming, but you simply stare at them with calculating, black-rimmed eyes.

“So either I finally went full-on psychotic” you start “or you two are. Or this is real, and there’s something actually in that house.”

“you know something about the thing in the house?” Dean asks immediately. Deciding that they were indeed not a threat, you walk around the burning grave carefully and stand next to the two brothers, who –even as you wore your platform boots– still towered over you.

You explain to the brothers that you had heard the myth about the old house being haunted, and when people started dying in its perimeters, you started to question it too.

“But I stay in that house all the time.” You explain calmly, leaning back against the tombstone like you were in your natural habitat. “I go to read there when it is raining or too hot to be outside in the cemetery. I’ve even spent whole nights sleeping on the old couch in the living room. Nothing ever happened to me.”

But if you were to be honest, you did noticed some things. The way an inexplicable wave of warmth wrapped around you after you got trapped in the house in the middle of a snow storm with nothing but a thin leather jacket. The way there seemed to always be candles and matches restocked for you to light your way through the house even if you had already used a whole box of them. The way the house felt safe that night when you cried, sitting in a little ball in the corner of the living room, the night you ran away from home.

“Why the hell would you stay in an abandoned house said to be haunted?” Dean’s expression was confused, but he seemed to almost admire how unafraid you were of the paranormal.

The truth was, anywhere was better than the house you grew up in.

“Sometimes ‘haunted’ and ‘scary’ things are just in need of some love.” You say instead, shrugging.

Your words seem to touch a nerve in both brothers, and they nod, eyes darting down to the completely burned bones.

“Well, apparently this thing was evil.” Dean retorts, and it makes you frown.

“I don’t know. If there was something actually in that house, it took care of me all this time.” You cross your arms, suddenly defensive of the spirit. “Most of the victims were disrespectful college kids that loved to come to the house and break stuff. At the very least, they shouldn’t have fucked around a haunted place if they can’t be respectful.”

Dean stares at you for just another second before he turns around to start filling the grave back with dirt.

“It was still killing people, and we needed to get rid of it.” Dean refutes. You want to argue, but Sam turns to you, kind expression on his face.

“Spirits that stay back as ghosts can turn vengeful. Not being dead but not being alive, it drives them insane.” That makes the frown melt off your face, feeling a pang of sadness for the spirit in the house. “If the ghost was actually taking care of you, you should be happy they can finally rest in peace.”

You stay quiet for the rest of the time the brothers fill the grave. You notice the way it is barely noticeable that it was even touched. They must really be professionals.

“Well, it was nice to meet you here.” Dean wipes the sweat off his forehead with his shirt, leaving you with a clear view of his abdomen and a glimpse of the tattoo on his chest. You swallow harshly.

Oh, he had tattoos.

“Now we need to go back to the house and make sure the spirit is actually gone.” Sam finishes off. They both seemed more relaxed once the bones were already burned, and it seems like Dean finally takes the time to look at you.

You feel his piercing eyes all over your body, and when you finally look at him again, there is a small smirk on his face.

This guy is trouble.

But you always loved a good train wreck.

The brothers are already walking away when you run towards them, expertly moving in your high platform boots.

“Wait!” your voice was loud in the dead silence of the cemetery. Both brothers turn to you, eyebrows raised. “I’ll come with you.”

Sam looked about to argue, probably ready to tell you a hundred reasons why it would be dangerous for you to tag along.

“Sure.” Dean says, and you send him a pleased smile that makes his smirk grow. Sam turns to him in disbelief, and he simply shrugs. “What? The spirit clearly likes her. If it is still there, she will keep it from attacking us.”

Sam clearly doesn’t buy his excuse, but you’re just happy to go with them.

“I just want to make sure they’re gone, and thank them.” You throw Sam a pleading look, and he simply sighs and shakes his head.

You end up tagging along.

You get to the house in a few minutes. It was clearly old, Victorian style and everything. There was ivy covering big parts of the outside, windows broken from times when people would break in, gloomy clouds of fog seemed to loom around it.

“And you like to spend time here because…?” Dean teases you. You throw a playful glare at him that makes him chuckle.

“So you hunt demons and ghosts and whatnot but I can’t enjoy hanging out in an old house?”

Both brothers snort, but as you approach the front door, they both pull out guns. You jump at the sight, stopping in your tracks from the shock.

Dean notices, and he takes a step closer.

“These are filled with rock salt. They won’t kill a human, but they will keep ghosts at bay.” You nod, feeling a little more calm. You were always anti-gun, but you had to admit that the sight of Dean with the gun in his hand, his focused eyes, and his dark expression was definitely an attractive one.

In a second, Dean was turning around and grabbing a metal bar from god knows where. He hands it to you, and you grab it with a confused look on your face.

“Do… ghosts hate metal?” You ask with a small smile, making Dean chuckle.

“Iron, specifically.” He corrects, and you store the information carefully. You were trying to act normal, but the little girl in you who would spend hours reading Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark and watching gothic horror movies at a way too early age is screeching inside of you. “Stay behind me, I will protect you. But if something goes wrong, swing this at the spirit and you’ll be fine.”

Dean’s reassurance was sweet, so you take a deep breath and follow them inside the house.

Everything seemed to be just as you left it a week ago, the last time you had stayed in there, before any of the killing had happened. The house was dark, lonely, peaceful. There was dust and spiderwebs everywhere that you never cleaned up, because this place was just as yours as it was the spiders’.

When the door closes behind you, you are left in pure darkness. Dean is still in front of you, arm extended up in protection. You huff out a laugh, shaking your head and walking around him.

As soon as you walked into the house, that same warmth and familiar feeling enveloped you. Dean lets out a little sound of protest as you walk forward into the darkness, but you know exactly where you’re going.

You let your instincts lead you to the drawer where the candlesticks and matches were always stored. By the time you light one of the candles and start walking back to the brothers, Sam already had grabbed a flashlight from his backpack.

“You shouldn’t wander off like that.” Dean nags at you. On any other occasion, you would’ve rolled your eyes at it. Men trying to be all alpha and thinking you can’t defend yourself was the worst. But you can tell that Dean is different. He wasn’t protective because he thought you couldn’t take care of yourself. Instead, he looked like he was just… too used to people around him getting hurt.

You could see that glimpse in his eyes, one that you recognized too well. The one that only came when you lost one too many people.

“It’s okay.” You reassure him in a gentle voice, which he looks slightly surprised by. Seriously, how bad do these guys have it? “I know this house, it won’t hurt me.”

The brothers simply throw you an unsure look before all three of you continue to walk around the house.

“I think we’re good, we burned the right bones.” Dean decides after you walk all throughout the house. There was no sign of anything weird, but that warm feeling was still draped around your shoulders.

You frown, and while Sam and Dean are distracted looking down at what they called a “EMF”, you slip away into one of the rooms. The iron rod is still in your hand, the other one holding the candlestick in front of you.

“You need to get out of here.” You almost jump out of your skin at that. Turning around immediately, you’re met with the gentle face of a beautiful woman. She was wearing a long, white slip dress. It looked old, a gothic style to it. Her eyes were wide and hollow, skin pale and feet bare. But the most important part was the fact that she was translucid and glitchy.

And also the very clear bullet wound on her forehead.

You don’t even gasp, just freeze in your place. The one thing that keeps you from lunging the rod on your hands through her head was the fact that the blanket of warmth and safety around you had only gotten stronger the moment she appeared.

She continues to say something else, but her voice is choppy and she appears and disappears multiple times.

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t understand what you’re saying.” You try talking to her gently.

She disappears and a second later she is standing right next to you. This time you do gasp.

“Th… k-ngs… husb… lock of h…” She tried again, but it looked like she couldn’t stay corporeal for too long. You frown, trying to understand.

“A lock? There’s a lock… in the house?” She appears once again in front of you, pouting in disappointment and shaking her head. You open your mouth, trying to guess again, but then something happens. Something that you had never experienced before and hope to never experience again.

The ghost suddenly surges forward, right into you. For a moment, you feel nothing but icy cold all around you. And then, nothing. You can’t feel anything, and it is as if you’re riding shotgun in your own body. It takes you a second to process that you had just been possessed, and you have to admit, you don’t like it.

You still can see through your eyes, but your body is moving by itself. You don’t feel your hands, or legs, or anything really. You can’t even feel the way the iron bar in your hand very clearly burns the ghost, making her drop it to the floor with a loud ringing sound.

There was a distant icy feeling, but it was mostly numb. You couldn’t move, or talk, or scream like you so desperately wanted. Instead, you could only watch as your body walked out of the room and towards where the brothers were calling your name.

“Jesus Christ.” Dean sighs in relief when you –or the ghost in your body– walks into the living room. “We’ve been calling for you like crazy. I told you you should–”

“Dean.” Sam interrupts, looking at you with wide eyes. In a mirror right behind his head, you notice how your eyes are empty, hollow, just like how the ghost’s had been. “She- I think she’s possessed.”

Dean immediately turns towards you with a worried expression, and he points his gun at you. But his eyes show hesitation, and the ghost simply extends one of your hands forward, asking him to wait.

At a slow pace, your body makes its way around the living room to a bookshelf, the brothers’ eyes and barrels never leaving your direction. The ghost grabs a book– no, a journal, and opens it to a specific page.

She takes a step closer to Dean, who keeps his gun up but doesn’t pull the trigger. You watch as you- she- your body? God, this was confusing.

You watch as your body turns the journal around so Dean can see what’s written in there. You catch a glimpse of the words “husband” and “funeral” and “Mrs. Taylor”. You try to recall where you saw that last name recently, and then it comes back to you. The tombstone you were leaning against, the corpse Sam and Dean had burned.

Mr. Alexander Taylor.

But most importantly, you find a lock of hair carefully tied with a ribbon at the bottom of the page.

Oh, you think, that is what she was trying to tell me. The killing spirit is her husband and she has a lock of his hair.

Sam and Dean seem to understand it at the exact same time as you, and Sam quickly grabs the journal and starts to look through his backpack for something, probably his matches.

“Uhm, thank you, I guess.” Mutters Dean while scratching his head, and you wish you could glare at him.

Really, that’s it?

“We read that you died in a fire soon after your husband’s death.” He continues, looking into your eyes that weren’t your eyes. “So how are you here?”

You can feel the spirit inside of you hesitate, scared.

They’re just trying to help you, so you can finally rest, you think as hard as you can. You’ve taken care of me for years, and I will always be thankful, but it is time you go in peace.

You don’t even know if she can hear you, but it seems to do the trick. She moves her– or your hand and slips something out of your finger. For a moment, you think it is one of your rings, and you are about to protest.

It took a lot of time to find good quality gothic rings in thrift stores just for a ghost to steal one of them.

But instead, in your hand there’s a ring you had never seen before. You don’t know how it made its way into your finger, but it was beautiful. Silver, with delicate details all around, and three beautiful red gems.

A wedding ring.

She hands it to Dean, and you feel your lips twist into a devastatingly resigned smile before the icy cold sensation comes back.

In less than a second, you’re falling to the floor. Your body is shaking, and you’re so, so, so cold.

Dean quickly throws the ring towards his brother and kneels next to you, hand moving up to rest on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He says your name in urgency, and even in between all the freezing, you can’t help but appreciate how nice it sounds. “Hey, look at me. What happened?”

You turn to him shakily, trying to speak but shivering too hard.

“S-she’s gone… the r-room… she-” You try, but your teeth are chattering harshly. Dean quickly slips off his leather jacket and wraps it around your shoulders.

You are immediately enveloped by the smell of whiskey, and motor oil, and something so dark and musky and somehow sweet that could only be Dean.

His hands rub up and down your arms, pulling you closer to his chest as you drown in his jacket and shake like a freezing puppy.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He murmurs against the top of your head. His arms feel good around you, even as you feel like you’re submerged in ice water. “You can explain it to us later, for now just concentrate on getting warm.”

“I-I don’t wanna get po-possessed ever a-gain.” You somehow manage to get out, making Dean laugh, his chest rumbling against your side.

“Yeah, let’s hope you never do.” You can hear the smile on his words, and it makes you smile too.

“We should take her to the Impala, Dean.” Sam suggests once he finishes burning the objects. “The house is still cold from the spirits, and we can use the car heater.”

Dean looks down at you as you tremble, pale and still bitterly cold. He nods, leaning back, and you immediately miss his warmth.

“Can you get up, sweetheart?” He asks, hands hovering around you but still letting you try to stand up for yourself. You appreciate it.

You start by kneeling on the floor, and it works out fine. Then Sam offers you a hand in support. You take it, plant your feet on the floor, and try straightening up.

You stay up for about two seconds before your knees give up and you’re falling forward. It is thanks to Dean’s hunter reflexes that you don’t end up face-planting the floor.

His arms are back around you in a second, and you cling to him for dear life.

“I’m s-sorry.” You mutter as your teeth still chatter. “I-I can’t-”

“It’s okay” Dean says gently, holding you against him with just one arm as he secures his jacket around your shoulders. Before you can get another word out, he’s already picking you up.

You let out a loud shriek as one of his arms wrap around your middle and the other one rests under your knees. Soon enough, Dean is holding you bride-style. And the worst part is, he doesn’t look to struggle at all. His arms are huge under you, and he walks back to his car with you in arms without breaking a sweat.

The night outside is warm enough that your teeth stop chattering once you reach the parking lot, but you are still shivering and shaking.

Dean leaves you sitting comfortably in the backseat of his car before sliding into the driver’s seat and turning on the heater as hot as possible. You are sure him and Sam will end up sweating from the warm air, but you appreciate it.

You sit there in the back of the Impala, brown leather jacket still swallowing you and head resting against the window as Sam and Dean discuss the details of the case, all without knowing that you would spend many more nights just like this in the future.

And there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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sanakiras · 9 months ago

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BOUND BY BLOOD [TEASER]

PAIRING — yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 692 [full fic is 10k+]

SYNOPSIS — in an attempt to escape your past, you join your mother when she moves in with her soon-to-be husband at the other side of the country. the only downside is that your new stepbrother causes you to sink deeper into the rabbit hole you were so desperately trying to leave behind.

TAGS — mentions of death, dark content (stepcest + incestuous undertones), explicit sexual content, mc and jeonghan are two fucked up pervs coming together to maximize their joint slay, additional tags to be added

♪ — ethel cain - family tree,, charli xcx - apple,, ruelle - monsters,, boy harsher - pain,, lana del rey - in my feelings,, unloved - danger,, twin tribes - monolith,, banks - the fall

NOTE — title is not what u think it is i promise. yes i came up with this fic after going through ethel cain’s discography can you tell. do keep in mind that this is just fictional and nothing more than a fantasy, so please (!) skip if the tags make you uncomfortable <3

despite being an adult, your mother’s authority still has a hold on you sometimes.

which is why instead of being in bed all morning like you’d planned, you’re currently in a grand church, seated on a bench in the back of the spacious hall with jeonghan next to you.

your parents were adamant on sitting near the front, but when you were walking into the hall just ten minutes ago, it was jeonghan who took you by your arm so that you and him could sit in the back together, and you’re honestly thankful for it.

with a sigh, you don’t know if you’re talking to yourself, or him. “i have no idea what i’m doing here. i’m not even catholic. pretty sure my mom isn’t, either.”

“no? not a fan of monotonous singing in a cold hall on sunday mornings?”

a scoff escapes you, followed by a sarcastic quip. “such a way with words, brother dearest.”

jeonghan shrugs, as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing. “maybe you should pretend to be sick next time our parents want us to tag along. i’ll have no other option but to stay home and take care of you.”

is it so wrong of him to want you all to himself?

“creative.” you mutter with a grin, simultaneously hiding the effect his words have on your body.

he only gives you that mischievous smile, looking at you from the corner of his eye, and you can’t resist the soft chuckles escaping you.

not much later, he’s sitting closer to you, using it as an excuse to whisper in your ear. “me and my dad aren’t catholic either. i’m guessing it’s just about appearances.”

“of course,” you roll your eyes, “maybe they wanna get married here and this is their way of checking it out.”

jeonghan, very selfishly, doesn’t want to think about his father and your mother getting married. he just smiles at you as a way to conceal his true feelings, and all he can think about is that he should’ve met you first, that you should’ve been his.

so he averts his gaze, attempting to focus on whatever the pastor is saying, hoping it’ll take his mind off it.

the preaching is grim and anything but welcoming. words like hell and damnation are thrown around numerous times in a speech that feels almost like it’s spoken in a foreign language, and he hates it — he hates being here.

but perhaps not as much as you do.

“we must and will all pay for our sins, one way or another—” the pastor’s voice rings through your ears. his words keep replaying in your head, and it begins to make you feel dizzy, heavy existential suffering overtaking your chest, like a loud scream being pushed down but fighting to work its way up your throat.

you have to stop thinking about it.

you have to let it go.

jeonghan takes notice of your change in body language. where you were previously hardly moving a muscle, your breathing has become irregular, chest rising and falling more visibly, and you’re digging your nails into the skin of your thigh.

what he’d do to know what’s going on in that head of yours.

he puts his hand just above your knee in an attempt to comfort you, and when you look up at him with almost disturbed eyes, all you find in his gaze is — understanding.

jeonghan doesn’t know what it is you’re hiding from him, but he figures you must’ve done something wrong in your past, if this is your reaction to the speech currently being given.

but he’s done wrong too.

his palm is still resting comfortably on your bare skin, and your shaky hand reaches out for his instinctively; it feels so right. instead of letting you put your hand on top of his, he raises it to hold yours, intertwining your fingers.

when you look at him with corners of your mouth downturned and eyes glossy, your hand clenching his like you need it as much as you need to breathe, he chooses not to give a damn whether your parents choose to get married or not.

he’ll be there for you when you need it — he’ll make you his.

update: full fic is now available here

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

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starrihan · 1 month ago

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girl hear me out on this one..... leehan gentle sex

→ Pairing: Leehan x afab! Reader

→ Genre: fluff, smut, comfort, mutual masturbation, kissing, piv sex, no protection (wrap it up!)

→ Warnings: none

→ Word Count: 973

→ Notes: Slow gentle sex with Leehan 🤤 give me 14 of them now please

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The early hours of the morning left you both restless. The uncomfortable temperature, somehow a little too hot and a little too cold at the same time, coupled with the raging wind blowing the tree outside directly at your window repeatedly, making it hard to stay asleep for longer than 20 minutes. You stir a little, trying your best not to wake your sleeping boyfriend as well, but it didn’t matter, he was already up.

“Can’t sleep either baby?”

He throws an arm around your waist, pulling himself closer to you. You nuzzle your head into his neck, sighing.

“I’m uncomfortable. It’s hot and cold and loud.”

You wrap one arm around him, the other one playing with individual strands of his hair. He hums in agreement, giving your forehead a chaste kiss.

“Mhmm… I know how I can help with that…”

He leads the arm that was once around your waist down your front, stopping right above the waistband of your shorts. He slips a finger in, teasing your clit over the material of your panties. You let out a little laugh into his neck.

“Really Hyunnie? You’re horny at probably 5 in the morning?”

He giggles with you, slipping his hand completely in your pants, still above your panties.

“What can I say? I’m always horny when you’re with me.”

The deep rasp of his voice has your heat pooling faster than usual. You lean into him more, hips moving slightly as you hum out a sigh of approval. His fingers slowly circled your clit, like he had all the time in the world to pleasure you.

“Hyunnie…”

You moaned, sucking softly at his neck the more he worked you up.

“Y/N…”

He stopped for a second, pulling your shorts and panties down together, placing his fingers back on your clit, rubbing a little harder this time. Your hand went down to his boxers, pleased that he was almost completely hard already. You were heating up quickly, pushing your hand past his waistband and slowly stroking his length.

He propped himself up on his other arm, looking down at you with hooded eyes. You leaned up, kissing him slowly as your hands worked on each other. His low groans and your high pitched whimpers merged into each other the closer you pushed each other to the edge.

There was no battle of dominance between your tongues, just gentle and tender kisses shared between your lips.

“Hyunnie, I’m—“

“—I know darling, just let it go.”

You pressed your lips to his again, small shakes wracking throughout your body as your orgasm washes over you. Your hand stops its movement, squeezing at his base instead as he pulls his fingers out. He taps your hand, signaling you to pull away as he uses the juices on his fingers to coat his dick. He positions himself between your legs, throwing your left leg over his body for ease of access.

“Ready darling?”

He asks, already knowing the answer but wanting your confirmation anyways. You nod, letting out a pleasured sigh when he pushes himself in you.

“Oh baby… you feel amazing.”

He hums to which you smile.

“You feel even better inside me.”

Your little giggles are soon replaced by breathy moans and whimpers, finger nails digging deeper in his biceps as he thrusts deeper into you, although his pace is slow. You don’t ask him to speed up though, savoring the feeling of him so deeply snug in your hole.

He’s pulling you closer, kissing you once again as he slams his hips harder, a particularly loud whimper of yours causing a smile to appear on his face. You can feel it as you’re kissing him, moving your hips down to meet his thrusts. Your leg wraps around him tighter, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“I’m gonna cum again soon, please can we stay like this for a minute?”

You breathe out, though your body acts on its own, still moving your hips even when his own hips have stopped. He chuckles.

“Are you sure you want me to stop? Looks like you wanna keep going.”

But you shake your head ‘no,’ continuing your little grinding as he stays still for you.

“You look so beautiful, especially when you’re all needy like this.”

“Keep moving.”

“Your wish is my command sweetheart.”

With that, he leaves a kiss on your forehead before gripping your thigh under the sheets, thrusting harder and faster than before, needing his release as much as you need your own. Each thrust gaining another moan from your lips as you come closer to your limit. You’re tugging on his hair lightly, attaching your lips to his neck yet again when you feel yourself break, biting down hard as you cum again, little streams of your arousal dripping down his length and onto the sheets beneath you.

He smiles, kissing your forehead again as he speeds up, chasing his own release, relishing in the feeling of your teeth and nails sinking into his skin. He doesn’t pull out yet, keeping most of your combined releases in you. He watches as little orange rays peeks through the blinds, casting a slight glow on your face.

“Good morning sunshine.”

He cheeses, not missing the opportunity to make a corny joke that holds all the love he has for you in it. He pokes your nose as you scrunch it a little, yawning after your previous activities. You snuggle into him, walls still pulsing around him.

“Good morning handsome.”

You say back, finally breathing normally. He chuckles slowly starting to pull out of you when you stop him.

“Wait. Don’t pull out yet. It’s so warm.”

“Whatever you want darling.”

He says, resting his head on top of yours, breathes matching each other’s as you both fall asleep, warm, contented, and comfortable.

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bestanimal · 2 months ago

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Round 3 - Reptilia - Coraciiformes

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our next order of birds are the Coraciiformes. This order contains the families Meropidae (“bee-eaters”), Brachypteraciidae (“ground rollers”), Coraciidae (“rollers”), Todidae (“todies”), Momotidae (“motmots”), and Alcedinidae (“kingfishers”).

Coraciiformes are one of the most colorful orders of birds. They have large heads on short necks, bright plumage, weak feet, and short legs. They generally have syndactyly, with three forward-pointing toes (and toes 3 & 4 fused at their base). Bee-eaters are characterised by slender bodies, long downturned bills, and usually elongated central tail feathers. Rollers are crow-shaped, with strong, slightly hooked beaks, and stocky bodies. Ground Rollers resemble rollers, but have duller plumage and are more terrestrial, with longer legs and shorter, more rounded wings. Motmots have a relatively heavy bill and most have long tails. Kingfishers have even larger, sharp, pointed bills and short tails. Todies look like tiny kingfishers. Coraciiformes feed on a wide variety of prey, and are linked by their "slamming" behaviour, thrashing their prey onto surfaces to kill or incapacitate them. They mainly live in the Old World, with their New World representation being limited to the todies, motmots, and a few species of kingfisher.

Almost all Coraciiformes are cavity-nesters, nesting in burrows in the ground or on the sides of banks, or in holes in a tree, rocks, or termite mounds. They may nest in single pairs or in colonies. Some are cooperative breeders, and most are monogamous for at least one breeding season. Most species involve the male presenting prey items as gifts for the female during courtship. Both the male and female will dig a burrow, sometimes assisted by helpers. Burrows typically consist of a small chamber at the end of a tunnel. Both parents incubate the eggs and feed the chicks.

The Coraciiformes arose in the Middle Eocene.

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The social structures of the Red-throated Bee-eater (Merops bulocki) and the White-fronted Bee-eater (Merops bullockoides) have been described as more complex than any other bird species. The birds exist in colonies located on nesting cliffs, and have a stable structure all year round. These colonies typically contain 5 to 50 burrows (occasionally up to 200) and are composed of clans of two or three pairs, their helpers, and their offspring. The helpers are male offspring from a previous year.

One unusual technique often used by Carmine Bee-eaters (Merops nubicus and nubicoides) (image 4) is to ride on the backs of bustards while searching for prey.

European Bee-eaters (Merops apiaster) are able to spot a bee 60 m (200 ft) away, and Blue-cheeked Bee-eaters (Merops persicus) have been observed flying out 100 m (330 ft) to catch large wasps.

Bee-eater nests are generally used only for a single season and are rarely used twice by the bee-eaters, but abandoned nests may be used by other birds, snakes, and bats as shelter and breeding sites.

While they mainly eat insects, Indian Rollers (Coracias benghalensis) are highly opportunistic predators, and an Indian Roller was once observed feeding on an Indian Wolf Snake (Lycodon aulicus).

The Lilac-breasted Roller (Coracias caudatus) (image 1) is unofficially considered the national bird of Kenya.

The Azure Dollarbird (Eurystomus azureus) and Oriental Dollarbird (Eurystomus orientalis) will hunt the large swarms of termites and flying ants which appear after thunderstorms. Tens or hundreds of these rollers may be attracted to the swarms.

Tody parents may feed each of their chicks up to 140 times per day, the highest rate known among birds.

The Cuban Tody (Todus multicolor) (image 3) will line the walls of its nesting tunnel and egg chamber with a thick glue-like substance mixed with grass, lichen, algae, small feathers, and other materials, presumably to deter predators.

The Turquoise-browed Motmot (Eumomota superciliosa) has a long, racket-shaped tail, present in both sexes. This tail is used in a wag-display, where it is moved back-and-forth in a pendulous fashion. Both sexes will perform the wag-display in the presence of a predator, and it is thought that the display exists to communicate to predators that the bird has detected them and will escape if a capture attempt is made.

Motmots have been observed feeding on poison dart frogs.

The Guam Kingfisher (Todiramphus cinnamominus) is considered extinct in the wild, due primarily to the introduction of the invasive Brown Tree Snake (Boiga irregularis) to Guam. The bird was last seen in the wild in 1986. The species persists in human care on both Guam and the US mainland. In September 2024, 9 Guam Kingfishers (bred at the Brookfield Zoo, Cincinnati Zoo, National Aviary, Sedgwick County Zoo, and Disney's Animal Kingdom) were released on Cooper Island, in Palmyra Atoll. The introduced population has since begun breeding, with the first eggs sighted in April 2025: the first laid in the wild in over 40 years! The hope is to someday release Guam Kingfishers back to their native range on Guam, if protected areas can be established and the threat of the Brown Tree Snakes is eliminated or better controlled.

The largest kingfisher, and largest Coraciiform, is the Laughing Kookaburra (Dacelo novaeguineae). It outsizes even the 42–46 cm (1.4-1.5 ft) long Giant Kingfisher (Megaceryle maxima) by body mass. The Laughing Kookaburra is 1–47 cm (16–19 in) in length, and the female is usually larger, weighing 190–465 g (6.7–16.4 oz).

The loud, distinctive call of the Laughing Kookaburra is widely used as a stock sound effect in media that involves Australia, or any tropical jungle, especially in older movies. Laughing Kookaburras do not typically live in jungles, preferring open sclerophyll forest and woodland, with sparse understory and grass-covered ground.

#I consider Rollers to be objectively the prettiest family of birds in the world #but there are a lot of seriously gorgeous birds in this order #animal polls #round 3 #reptilia #Coraciiformes

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fkinkindagauche · 28 days ago

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Treasure

This is a little PWP that fits into my Gourd Love is Hard to Find universe, but can be read as an established relationship standalone. Also using this for my "Move" prompt on my @steddiebingo Round One 2025 card.

Cross-posted to AO3.

Rating: Explicit WC: 2,369 (heh 69 heh) Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Omegaverse, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Pregnant Steve Harrington, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cat Owner Steve Harrington, Foot Massage

Steve sat in a chair beside the garden, watching Eddie work. Eddie had a lot of ideas for the garden in Steve's front yard. It was shaping up to be a much bigger project this year than it had been when Steve was on his own. Steve wasn't sure all of the ideas would work, but he loved the enthusiasm Eddie brought to their home. He sat and watched as Eddie planted all manner of seeds and plant starts on a sunny early June morning.

"D'you think the pumpkins will be as nice as yours were last year?" Eddie asked, looking up at Steve. He pushed a strand of hair out of his face, smearing dirt all over his cheek.

"I think they'll be even better," Steve replied with a fond smile.

Eddie frowned at the dirt in front of him. "Probably not. And what if I'm not planting these watermelon seeds right?"

"It's not complicated." Steve pushed himself up from his chair with a groan, hand on his belly. "You just put them in the ground. Then they'll probably grow. Unless Travis comes around and digs them up." A raccoon had torn all the herbs Eddie planted out of the ground a few weeks earlier. Eddie named him Travis. Steve was pretty sure there were multiple different raccoons but Eddie called them all Travis.

"You think he would do that to me?" Eddie asked, glancing around like maybe Travis was just waiting in the trees to pounce.

"I think Travis is probably asleep right now." He walked to Eddie, looking over his shoulder at the little holes he'd made in the ground. "Those look perfectly spaced. Just put a couple seeds in each one in case some don't germinate. Then I can give the soil a soak." He bent to pick up the hose lying on the ground.

Eddie looked up at Steve with a wicked grin and raised eyebrows. Steve knew that look. Eddie was going to say something outrageous and sexual. "I'll fill the hole with my seed, all you gotta do is make sure it's wet."

Steve groaned. "That was bad, Eddie. So bad. Even for you."

"I don't know what you mean. I was just repeating your instructions." Eddie attempted to look innocent, and failed. Steve sprayed him with water.

"Arrrrrgh!" Eddie yelled, flailing his arms in front of his body in an attempt to bat away the water.

Steve laughed maniacally, until Eddie wrested the hose from his grip and sprayed him back.

"Eddie!" Steve yelped.

"You started it," Eddie replied, without remorse.

The day was hot enough that it felt good to have cold hose water evaporating from his clothes while they finished planting. As they were wrapping things up, they heard a plaintive meow from the open window nearest the garden. Amos sat on the cat tower in front of the window, staring out at them.

"That cat has terrible FOMO," Eddie said.

"The worst," Steve agreed. "He'd prefer it if I just carried him around everywhere I went in a papoose."

"You think he's gonna be jealous of little Travis?" Eddie asked, looking at Steve's belly.

"We're not naming our child after a raccoon."

Eddie shrugged. "I dunno. Travis has a lot of good personality traits - intrepid, sneaky, brilliant. Do you remember when he got into your absolutely 100% raccoon-proof bird feeder?"

"I'm pretty sure that was a different raccoon."

Eddie waved a hand dismissively. "No. It was Travis."

Steve's clothes were half-dry by the time he got inside. He peeled them off on his way to the bathroom as Amos trotted behind him meowing. Steve was covered in dirt after getting much more involved with the planting than he'd actually intended. He turned on the shower to let the water warm up. Amos jumped onto the counter and glared at the shower like it had wronged him personally. The one place he wasn't willing to follow Steve.

A few minutes into his shower, Steve heard Eddie come in from the garage, talking to the other cats in the living room.

"You think you could take Travis in a fight, Sokka my man?" Eddie asked. "Defend our noble garden?"

Steve snorted a laugh. Sokka would run away from a fight at top speed.

Eddie came into the bathroom, and Steve watched through the clear shower curtain as he gave Amos plenty of ear scritches. Eddie turned, his eyes tracking up and down Steve's body as he rubbed soap over his chest and belly.

"Well, hello, beautiful," Eddie said as he began to divest himself of his own clothes. "Fancy meeting you here."

Eddie stepped into the shower and reached for the bar of soap. Steve batted his dirt-caked hand away. "You're washing yourself off before I let you near me. You look like a kid who's been making mud pies."

"Rude," Eddie muttered, but he used the soap to wash his own hands and arms before attempting to touch Steve.

"Let me wash your hair," Steve said. Eddie had managed to get an impressive amount of leaves and grass tangled into his long hair.

Eddie stole a kiss from Steve before he turned around, licking into his mouth for a moment and lighting a little fire between Steve's thighs. Steve raked his fingers through Eddie's hair, untangling it and working shampoo into it. Eddie sighed blissfully and tilted his head back further for Steve.

Steve turned him around when he was finished and directed his head back under the water. Eddie blinked his eyes open once he was finished rinsing. He trailed a hand down Steve's chest, tweaking one of his swollen nipples. It sent a zing of pleasure straight to Steve's cunt. Eddie's hand continued down, resting on his belly. "Travis," he whispered, drawing a very non-sexual groan out of Steve.

"Absolutely not," Steve responded.

Eddie grinned. He grabbed the soap again and lathered up his hands. He soaped up the skin under Steve's pregnant belly. His hand continued further down, and Steve groaned in a very different timbre as Eddie's soapy fingers wrapped around his small cock, then continued down to wash between his folds. Steve could feel Eddie's erection pressed against his thigh as Eddie rubbed his fingers over Steve's cunt. Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie's shoulders and sank into the sensation.

Eddie kissed Steve's neck as he thoroughly cleaned Steve's labia and cock and continued back to his taint and asshole. Eddie bit over the mating bite he'd left on Steve's neck, then sucked it firmly into his mouth. Steve's insides twisted with want. He needed more, but his feet hurt like hell, and his lower back was beginning to ache.

"Need you to fuck me," Steve whispered into Eddie's hair.

"Mmhmm." Eddie rubbed his cock against Steve's thigh. "Turn around."

"Not here," Steve whined. "My feet."

"Ah, of course, sorry baby." Eddie grabbed the shower head off its handle and made quick work of rinsing all the soap off of Steve. He helped Steve dry off, getting all the areas that were difficult for Steve to reach now that his belly had gotten so big. Amos moved across the counter to butt his head against Steve's hand.

Eddie got distracted by Steve's cunt again, rubbing it over and over again with the towel as Steve squirmed.

"Bed," Steve insisted after another violent twinge from his feet. Plantar fasciitis was the worst.

Eddie hung up the towel and gave Steve his arm as Steve hobbled over to the bedroom. He helped Steve into the bed and sat down near his feet. He pulled both feet into his lap and started to massage the left foot, pushing his thumbs firmly into the arch and rubbing. Steve let out a stuttering sort of whistle, like a dysfunctional tea kettle. It felt amazing in the most painful sort of way. He collapsed further back into the bed, melting into the mattress.

Eddie kept going for blissful, excruciating minutes. Steve heard a pop and crackle every once in a while as something released in one of his feet. Eddie continued to massage a foot as he leaned forward and kissed the skin of Steve's calf. Steve sighed as Eddie kissed all over his lower legs. His arousal had faded during the foot massage, but it was coming back now. Heat pooled in his belly, and he felt slick starting to leak out of his cunt.

He pressed himself up on his elbows so he could look down at Eddie. He twitched a foot. Eddie looked up from where his face was buried in Steve's left calf.

"Enough with the feet," Steve said. "Come up here."

Eddie dropped his foot and moved up Steve's body with lightning speed. His erection had also flagged during the foot massage. Steve reached down to wrap a hand around Eddie's cock. It quickly filled out again as Steve stroked.

Eddie kissed Steve, sliding his tongue between his lips. Steve met Eddie's tongue with his own. He tangled them together as he tasted the unique flavor of Eddie's mouth. Eddie slid a hand around Steve's belly and down to his cunt. His fingers moved easily through the ample slick collecting there.

"You're so wet, baby," Eddie cooed against Steve's lips. "You need this bad?"

"Yessss," Steve hissed, wiggling his hips in an attempt to get Eddie's fingers inside. Eddie kissed the delicate, sensitive skin behind Steve's ear. He nipped at it, and Steve's hips jolted. "Eddieeeee," Steve whined. "Stop teasing. Need to get fucked."

Steve had never been this needy outside of a heat until he'd gotten pregnant. Had never felt such an overwhelming desire to have something inside of him. It didn't make any sense; he was already pregnant, why was his body trying to get him more pregnant? But he'd learned to stop overanalyzing, and let the sensations roll over him. It wasn't like Eddie was complaining.

"Turn onto your side, love," Eddie whispered against the shell of Steve's ear. Steve shivered at the feel of the air blowing past his ear, at the brush of Eddie's soft lips. He turned onto his side, and Eddie pressed himself against Steve's back, one hand on Steve's hip.

Eddie's cock nestled between Steve's cheeks. Steve pressed his hips back until it slid between his thighs, brushing against his labia. Eddie's hand moved from Steve's hip and over his belly until it found Steve's small cock. He dipped his hand down to gather some of the slick from Steve's folds, using it to ease the strokes over Steve's cock. Steve keened. He held his hips firmly together and pressed his cunt down against Eddie's cock. He rubbed himself frantically against it, frustrated huffs falling from his mouth.

"Shh shh," Eddie whispered in his ear. "It's okay, baby. I've got you." Eddie let go of Steve's cock to grab his own, directing it inside of Steve. It slid in easily, Steve open and slick with his overwhelming arousal.

"Ahhhhh," Steve moaned as Eddie slid deep inside of him. "Yes, fuck, yes, Eddie." The words tumbled from his mouth unbidden. It felt like something clicked into place, a piece he'd been missing, been aching for, slotting into the unfinished jigsaw puzzle of his body.

Eddie paused, giving Steve a moment to adjust. Steve didn't need a moment. He needed to get fucked. "Move," Steve growled.

Eddie huffed out a surprised laugh. "Yes, sir," he said, and snapped his hips into Steve.

Eddie moved slowly at first, his cock sliding shallowly in and out of Steve. He'd never fully gotten over his worry that he would hurt the baby somehow by fucking Steve, no matter how many times Steve asked the OB to remind him he wouldn't. Steve tried to move his hips to increase the pace, but his body was too unwieldy at this point. It didn't move like it used to.

"Eddie," he said, exasperated. "Move. Like you mean it."

Eddie let out a playful growl and bit Steve lightly on the neck, but he did pick up his pace. His hips snapped into Steve faster. He pushed all the way inside him on each thrust, his bony hips pressing into Steve's ass.

Steve sighed in relief at the feeling of being filled. His pussy was so sensitive these days, he could feel each stroke intensely. The pressure of Eddie's cock against his walls was exquisite. Having Eddie inside of him quenched the frantic fire in his belly.

Eddie continued to nip and kiss at his neck as he moved inside of Steve. His hand returned to Steve's cock. Steve groaned as Eddie used his thumb and two fingers to stroke him fast and hard.

"Stevie, baby, you feel so good," Eddie panted against his ear. "You're perfect. My perfect, sweet treasure."

Steve felt tears build at the corners of his eyes. Joy swelled in his chest at Eddie's words, at the way Eddie treated his body, like he really was a treasure. Eddie's treasure. This never got old, the way Eddie made him feel.

"I'm gonna come, baby," Eddie whispered. "Gonna fill you up so good." Eddie sped up his hand on Steve's cock. Steve keened as heat built in his lower belly. Eddie bit down on his mating bite and the coiled pleasure inside of Steve snapped. Cum spilled out of his cock and slick leaked out of his pussy around Eddie's cock. The walls of his cunt clamped down on Eddie and Eddie yelped, pounding a few more erratic thrusts into Steve before Steve felt the warmth of his cum flooding his insides.

Eddie slumped against Steve's back, breathing heavily. They lay there in silence for a few moments, both covered in a thin layer of sweat from their exertion. Eddie trailed his fingers over Steve's side and hip, around his belly, down to where they were joined together at their cores.

"I put the seed in the hole after you made it wet. Think this one will take?" Eddie asked, a teasing smile evident in his voice.

Steve groaned at the return of the heinous innuendo. "I'm already pregnant, Eddie."

He felt Eddie shrug. "Never too early to get started on number two."

divider by @/saradika-graphics

Thanks to everyone who submitted asks for this one/expressed interest over WIP weekend, you made me actually finish it! In case you want to see the whole thing - @talanashta, @xocowilde, @dame-zoom-a-latte, @tinytalkingtina, @queenofshenanigans, @machtaholic, @wheneverfeasible. Absolutely no pressure to read, though!

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thehypnone · 20 days ago

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How do you feel about some Swissalps true form unglamoured demon sex?

Sometimes their room is too tight.

Sometimes the Abbey is too tight.

Sometimes their skins are too tight.

The ghouls are demons shoved into human forms; their bodies are merely vessels containing their existence and sometimes these vessels simply feel too small. When they do, Swiss and Mountain have a fun way of getting that nasty feeling under control.

They go into the woods. Deep into the woods so as not to risk coming across any humans—or any humans coming across them. They are antsy, eager to shrug off their human disguises, but also somewhat excited for what the whole ordeal entails.

The trip they start with is designed to already tire them out a little, so as not to cause too much damage to each other. There is a landmark on the path—a sign that humans are not supposed to ever pass. Swiss and Mountain do and that is when their clothes and glamors come off.

The feeling of letting their disguises fully go is nothing short of ecstatic. They shiver as the adrenaline rises and abandon their humanity before walking on. They don’t speak—they communicate solely through animalistic grunts, whines, chirps, and growls.

It would be another while before they reached their usual spot, but not this time. This time it’s just a few minutes before one of them gets tired of the wait and gives in to the pull.

Swiss only has a second after he first hears a growl lower and more gravelly than usual; even with his unnatural speed and senses he has no time to react as Mountain—now twice his size—grabs him from behind and throws them both onto the ground.

The multi ghoul tries to turn around, to fight for dominance, but he’s quickly overpowered. Mountain’s been having much more trouble keeping himself in check lately, so it’s no surprise, really, that he’s like this now.

With no clothes to keep the earth ghoul from what he’s seeking and with both of them all hard and slick and ready, it’s mere moments before their fight turns into wild sex.

They roll over in the rustling leaves on the forest floor; Swiss ending up on his front with his mate mounting him from behind. It’s a terrible angle with how much bigger Mountain is and his frustration is evident as he struggles to stick his cock into the multi ghoul’s ass.

The fact that the edges of Swiss’ true form are fluid like smoke—constantly shifting and confusing Mountain’s eyes—certainly doesn’t help.

Swiss digs his long claws into the ground below him and forces his way from under the other to crawl towards the nearest tree. He doesn’t make it far before Mountain grabs him again, but the earth ghoul seems to have understood what Swiss was trying to do now. He hoists him up, turns him, and slams him against the tree.

Now, that is a good angle, indeed.

Mountain forces himself inside with one rough thrust, causing both of them to finally let out noises of pleasure, not just impatience. The size of the earth ghoul’s cock went up just as his entire form did, so Swiss gets momentarily blinded with the stretch and the sudden fullness of his mate so deep inside him.

With a feral groan Mountain digs his claws into the tree and starts to fuck his mate with all he’s got. The first round is a quick one and the first orgasm barely counts for either of them—it might be successful at getting them down from the very edge, but it doesn’t satisfy them fully.

Using Mountain’s momentarily let down guard as he basks in the short high, Swiss pushes off of the tree with all his might, causing them both to fall back and hit the ground. The multi ghoul is the quicker one now—crouched atop Mountain, he pins his arms by his sides and makes a trilling noise low in his throat.

Essentially a “stay the fuck down and let me do my thing” noise and this time it’s Mountain that gives up the fight.

Once the earth ghoul is still, Swiss releases his arms and grabs a hold of his—still very hard—cock to line it up with his hole. He drops down onto it, sinking down until the very base, and leans forward with his hands on Mountain’s abdomen as he starts riding him in a near vicious manner.

And so they fuck. And fuck some more. And some more after that, until morning turns to afternoon, and afternoon into evening.

Finally, when the first stars begin to glimmer in the sky above them, Swiss and Mountain deem it enough. They remain in their true forms when they collapse against each other; all the moans and whines turning into content purrs. The multi ghoul curls up and nuzzles his face against Mountain’s chest, while he wraps around his mate in a protective way.

As the night falls and darkness envelops them, Swiss and Mountain stay entangled on more than one level.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps

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How About a Nuke?

Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V

The ghoul x fem!reader A/N: I just want to thank you all for the love, support, and wonderful messages you’ve been sending me because of this series. Summary: You’ll never survive if you don’t learn to depend on yourself. But this world is harsher and crueler than you’re prepared for. Still, you can’t let that hold you back, you need to try and live without Cooper.

He shot up at the sound of a gunshot. It echoed through the trees, closer than he was comfortable with. Instinctively, he reached out to shake her awake, prepared to tell her to grab her shit and run. His hand hit nothing but air and he sighed when he remembered the way she’d stalked off.

He threw his bag over his shoulder and made his way towards her. He couldn’t see much until he rounded the tree, her bag was gone and so was she. Another shot rang out through the forest. He sighed and made his way back towards the fire. He grabbed a lit stick and used it to illuminate the forest floor to get a better look at the footprints around the area.

As far as he could tell no one else had passed through here while he’d been sleeping. So where the fuck was she? Another shot went off followed by the sound of her scream. “Fuck,” he ripped the gun out of his holster and followed the tracks as best he could.

The closer he got, the more it sounded like two wild animals fighting. She was cussing up a storm, screaming at whoever was trying to grab her. He still hadn’t managed to get a good luck at where she was. It seemed darker in this section of the forest, like it was purposefully trying to keep him from her.

There was the thud of a body hitting the ground and then someone was running. He could hear them trampling through the undergrowth going right past him. Someone was whimpering in pain and he instantly thought of her on the ground bleeding out. Without much aim he shot in the general direction of whoever had run off, he heard a yelp but they didn’t stop.

“You alright sweetheart?” He heard more than saw anything as she scrambled to her feet and ran off into the forest. “It’s only me!” He gave her a minute to realize she’d run from the wrong person before he figured that she knew exactly who she was running from. She must have still been pissed at him for what he'd said earlier. Rolling his eyes he tracked her limping gait through the steps in the mud.

“Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck,” you whimpered, teeth digging painfully into your lip while you peeled your clothes away from the wound on your side. You slowed down, unable to stay on your feet with how quickly the blood was oozing out of the hole near your ribs. You slumped over, letting yourself fall against a tree and stripped off the top half of your clothes.

Your fingers pressed weakly against the hole and you let out a choked sob. Dammit, hurt like a fucking bitch. With shaking hands you dug blindly through the bag at your side. You’d lost most of your supplies in the fight but you were hoping the stimpak Cooper had given you earlier was still in here.

You weren’t sure exactly how these worked but he’d told you it would heal nearly everything. Though, he’d said if a wound was bad enough even a stimpak couldn’t bring you back from the edge. You were praying that this would work, but after the past few days you didn’t have much faith in your luck.

The injector shook in your hands and you knew if you didn’t use it soon you weren’t going to make it. Taking in a deep breath you slid the needle into the skin, as close to the wound as you could get it. You could feel holes on your back and front, you were grateful at least that you didn’t have to worry about trying to dig a bullet out.

You pressed down and let yourself sink back against the tree as medicine rushed through you. You ripped the injector once it felt like you’d gotten everything.

With nothing to occupy them your hands fell limply to the ground. You needed to get up, try and reorient yourself and make it to Filly. But you were so tired. You barely noticed the way the wound continued to pulse, the slow dribble of blood leaking onto your hands. All you could see were the stars, so many more than you were used to.

With no one left to pollute them, they were boundless. You let out a weak sigh and your eyes drifted shut. You thought of Cooper before it all went black. The way he was before, the way you were before.

It was too dark to really track much but he was sure he was getting close. He could hear her whimpering in pain and figured she’d slow down soon enough. She shuffled around like a wounded animal, graceless and stumbling.

He tried and justified this to himself, he needed her to deal with Ma June. Honestly, though, he knew he didn’t. He could just give up, set up camp again and wait for morning to come. She’s the one who decided she didn’t need him anymore. No fucking reason to keep going after her. She’d dug her own grave, it was time to let her lie in it.

Still, he kept going. He ignored the nagging voice that pushed him to stop and turn back around. He pushed anything down that wasn’t useful in the moment.

She should stop soon, she was just putting herself in more danger by continuing on like this. But, he figured she was pissed off and just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of needing his help. She had always been stubborn to a fault, he guesses even that hasn’t changed.

Though, if she wanted to make it out here she was going to need tougher skin. It didn’t matter if what he said was true or not. You can’t afford attachments out here.

The sooner she learned that the better.

There was a loud cry of pain and then he heard the sound of her keeling over against a tree. He grinned, ready to pounce on the opportunity to get on her about being so fucking stupid. “See, this is why you shouldn’t run!” He called out.

Something lit up the path ahead and he ducked behind a tree instinctively. He peered around the trunk and marked the direction the torches were coming from. They weren’t close enough to be a problem, not yet at least. If he was lucky it would just be some travelers. He might even be able to get some supplies off of them. If he wasn’t, it would be raiders.

Seeing as she seemed to be his own personal jinx, he figured they only had a few minutes until the raiders were on them. She wouldn’t be much use to him bleeding out. He strode over to her curled up form, she had a hand wrapped around her stomach and in the dark he could barely make out the blue of her uniform. “Come on, let’s go.” He nudged her with his boot but she didn’t move. She didn’t even make a sound. “Come on,” he tried again, kicking harder this time while he watched the torchlight get closer.

Angry, he knelt down and rolled her over. But the face staring up at him wasn’t hers, it was some fucking raider. Must have been whoever she was fighting with. Shit, that meant he’d shot her. Cooper rubbed his forehead in irritation. Nothing could ever be easy with her could it?

Footsteps sounded closer and Cooper knew his time had run out. Whoever this woman on the ground belonged to had come to collect. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Cooper’s hand moved to his holster and he looked up at them, a grin on his face, “Gentlemen.”

“Grab her legs. Come on, hurry up, don’t have all day!” Hands wrapped around your ankles and you jolted awake. You kicked out, eyes blind to anything but the memory of the raiders from before. The old woman at your feet jumped away from your weak attack and frowned down at you.

“Well, shit, she’s alive.”

An old man walked out from behind you. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He crouched down, groaning as his knees cracked in protest. He leaned towards you and you flinched back, eyes wide as you watched him reach out to you. His hand hovered your face and you braced yourself for an attack. He only poked you, though, frowning when you winced away from the prodding of your bruises. “I’ll be damned, she is.”

The old woman sighed and threw a bag over her shoulders. You watched in horror as she tucked a pack of surgical tools into the pocket of her large skirt. Were these people about to carve into you?

What the fuck was wrong with this goddamn place?

The old man held out his arm and she limped over to him, taking it and walking away from you. You glanced around, still confused on what the hell was going on. “Hey!” You croaked. Your hand wrapped around your waist, prodding the wound. You were shocked to find it healed over, only a dull ache left in its place. “Hey!” You shouted again.

The woman turned around and glared at you. “What?” She screeched and you winced at the way it echoed through the trees.

“Where’s Filly?”

She shared a look with the old man and they both stared at you like you were crazy. “Right behind you,” they walked off without another word, seeming sorely disappointed that they hadn’t been able to dig into you.

You groped blindly through the dirt and grass around you until your fingers felt the handle of your bag. You curled your hand into a weak fist and tugged it towards you. You felt completely drained. But you couldn’t stay here, not unless you wanted to be turned into someone’s next meal.

You groaned and forced yourself to your feet, head swimming with pain and nausea. You zipped your suit back up and winced at how it stuck to your skin. Your blood still hadn’t dried completely, you looked down and grimaced at the crimson stains covering you. No wonder it hadn’t dried, it looked like someone had dunked a bucket of red paint over you. How the hell were you still standing?

You’re not sure what’s worse right now, that you’re not surprised you got shot or that you can’t figure out whether he shot you on purpose or not.

He’d made it clear what exactly you were to him. A hole to fill, as he’d so eloquently told you. And you’re pretty sure you’d made it clear that you weren’t interested in filling that role for him ever again. At least you hoped you did, last night was an adrenaline fueled blur and you weren’t positive you were remembering everything properly.

You can barely recall that raider jumping you, you just know you’d shot your gun off and made a run for it. The bullet hole hadn’t even caught up to you until you were about half a mile away. Maybe Cooper had shot you on purpose. It’s not like you contributed much and you doubted he really needed your help in Filly.

Made you wonder why he bothered keeping you around for as long as he did.

You could hear it now, Filly, you’re not sure how you didn’t before. You couldn’t see it yet, but you could hear people calling out their wares and haggling about prices. You hurried as much as you could, one leg dragging behind you slightly. You’re not sure when that got hurt, but you could barely work your right hip properly.

Little houses were popping up around you. They were sparse and resembled shacks more than anything, but it was just another sign that you’re one step closer to not having to worry about getting shot at every five minutes.

In front of one of the nicer homes was a clothesline. You slowly approached, eyes on the clean clothes that were beckoning you closer. You kept your hand on the handle of your gun just in case the owner of the home spotted you. What you really didn’t need was getting killed over a shirt.

You glanced around, not seeing anyone watching you. Your gaze went back to the clothes and you frowned. If there was one thing Cooper taught you it was that no one asked in this world, they took. You ripped the clothes off the line and ducked behind a tree to change.

Even with the blood still caked onto your skin, you felt cleaner than you had the whole time you’d been up here. Getting rid of that ridiculous suit was good for a few things. You’d blend in better with the people here in a tank top and ratty old brown pants. And you almost felt like you were getting rid of the memories attached to that suit.

It was as close as you could get without grating your skin off at least.

You dumped your old outfit behind the house and near their clothesline. A transaction of sorts. They could have your blood soaked clothes and you could have their clean ones. Not a fair trade, but better than anything else they’d find up here.

It didn’t take long to find the entrance to Filly, once you did you found yourself nearly cowering at the sight of all the people bustling through. Sure, it wasn’t a lot compared to California. But you’d been traveling with no one but Cooper for the past week through a barren desert. Not counting the raiders as human, you’d almost forgotten that other people existed.

A man jumped at you and shoved a skewer of meat in your face. “Dogmeat, get your dogmeat!” You grimaced and backed away from him. So, not as civilized as you’d hoped, but you’d take what you could get.

The biggest one nodded towards him, “Grab him.”

He grinned and shook his head, “I wouldn’t.”

The boy on the far left had his head blown off before he could even try and charge at him. He ripped the shotgun off his back and shot the other two in quick succession. He didn’t bother with them, seeing if they lived or died. He kicked at the woman at his feet again and she winced in pain.

“The woman you fought. Where is she?”

She shook her head and curled further into herself. He sighed and grabbed her chin, wrenching it up to his and letting her get a good look at his disfigured face. She tried to shrink away from him but he tsked and shook her so hard he could hear what few remaining teeth she had rattle.

“I don’t know,” she cried out, batting uselessly at his hands.

“I really think you do.”

He reached down, groping over her torso and digging his fingers into the bullet hole on her side. She cried out in agony, writhing like an animal caught in a snare. “Filly, she was heading for Filly!”

He grinned and dropped her to the ground, her head thudding loudly against the large tree root. “Thank you kindly, ma’am.”

She looked up at him in fear, “You’ll let me go?”

He tilted his head, looking her over and taking in the sight of blood on her clothes. “Well, you did attack my friend,” he lifted his gun and she cowered away from him. “I don’t take well to others damaging what’s mine.”

Her brain splattered against the trunk and he stepped over her twitching body to follow the light he noticed further down the forest. He didn’t often find himself exploring these woods at night, he figured he was close enough to Filly but he needed her to confirm it.

For a moment he lets himself doubt that she was really abandoning him in the middle of the night. Maybe she’d gotten up for a piss and been caught off guard. He dismisses the idea when he remembers that she’d taken her bag with her when she’d gone.

He doesn’t let himself linger on it too long, pissed off that it’s bothering him at all.

He’d seen the hope starting to form in her eyes when she’d look at him. She was getting a little loose with what she was calling him too. A little while longer together and he’s sure he’d be hearing his name again. Saying what he had was a favor to them both. Better to cut that off before anything came of it.

Stupid fucking girl, he shouldn’t even be thinking about this anymore. He shouldn’t be looking for her, either. The confirmation that she’d left him was enough. Their time together was done, it should have ended a long time ago. He’s pretty sure he liked it better when he just thought she was a two-timing slut.

Hate was easier than whatever the fuck this was.

He spotted smoke through the trees and then the raiders camp. They were laughing at something and ripping into a roast that looked suspiciously like a human leg. He pulled his gun out and snuck behind them. He just needed a distraction, he’d be over this once he helped himself to their meals and their bedrolls.

“What?”

“Caps,” the girl’s voice was distorted by whatever metal oddity she had connected to her throat. She glanced at you, completely uninterested once she’d realized you didn’t have any payment for her. Not that you really understood the payment required.

Who’d decided bottle caps were a good currency?

“Well, do you know where I could get them?” She nodded towards a building adjacent to her stall and you frowned.

The store she pointed to you clearly advertised, WE BUY TEETH. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Or,” you glanced at her with hope, “you go to that alley over there and get on your knees. You could probably get five caps off someone if you suck good enough.”

You glared at her and started walking away from her stall in anger. “I’d get more for my fucking teeth!” You shouted over your shoulder. She shrugged and went back to fiddling with the metal tools on her table.

You stood in the middle of the marketplace, desperately trying to figure out where you should go. You almost missed Cooper right now, he might be a dick but at least he understood how this place worked.

You felt an intense ache of betrayal and longing and immediately dismissed any thoughts of Cooper. He could go and get himself shot for all you cared. You loved him, and would have loved him no matter how he looked. It didn’t matter that he was changed, disfigured, you didn’t give a shit about any of that. You just wanted him. And all he cared about was having a pretty body warming his bed.

You would do this without him.

You glared against the bright sunlight, scanning each storefront and trying to find something that could help you. You’d already tried to talk to Ma June but she hadn’t been as pleasant as you had been hoping. She wasn’t looking for workers and apparently not charity cases either.

You didn’t think you were a charity case but apparently having all your fingers and teeth made you an outsider here. You needed to get out of this sun, you didn’t want these clothes to start stinking with sweat so soon. You were trying to keep them as clean as possible for as long as you could.

You spotted the bar and decided to try your luck there. Maybe you could be a waitress or something. If they still had whores they had to at least have servers here.

Right?

Maybe you were a fucking charity case. You shook off the thought and ducked inside. You were never going to get far on your own if you kept doubting yourself. You might be a bit naive to how this world works but you’re a fast learner, you’ll catch on soon enough.

You still wished someone was here to help you.

He sat down on a log, ripping a piece of meat off the skewer and sinking back into his seat. He ate his food and picked at his teeth, bored while he surveyed the damage he’d done to the camp. She wasn’t exactly a heavy conversationalist, but at least she was something.

It was startling just how quiet and still the night felt without her sitting across the fire with him. He loathed to admit it, but her company had at least provided him with some entertainment if nothing else. Now everything felt too quiet, too lonely.

He sighed and shook his head, this was stupid. Two hundred years he’s been on his own. A few nights with her wasn’t going to change who he was. It wasn’t going to fix him and magically turn him into her Prince Charming again.

Unbidden he thought of her face when he’d grabbed her from those raiders in the old neighborhood. It’s the first time anyone’s ever looked relieved to see him since he’d changed. He’d had to pry her off of him and even then she seemed like she barely wanted to let him go.

He hadn’t made anyone feel safe in a very long time and he worried a bit for her sanity if she thought he was trustworthy. He was only doing more harm trying to go after her. But something in him couldn’t let go. It was like the love you used to share had been warped alongside him.

He didn’t like the idea of anyone else getting their hands on her. She was his to fuck with and torment, anyone else would push too much. He felt confident, despite tonight’s incident, that he knew how to poke her without going too far.

Once he was full he shoved a freshly killed raider off their bedroll and settled down to sleep. He figured he’d have better luck recognizing where he was once the sun came up.

The next morning he went through the raiders’ pockets and bags, lucky enough to find some Radaway among their junk. Maybe he was right, maybe she was a bad luck charm. Maybe he was being stupid last night, thinking about what they used to be. There’s no point in dwelling in the past, he can never go back to that and neither can she.

Still, he could leave her alone. Give her a chance to make it on her own without him there to torment her.

He considered it for about two seconds before he dismissed the thought. You’d both had a deal and she had rescinded on that deal. He didn’t take to kindly to people screwing him over, he’d just have to teach her not to fuck with him.

He tossed his bag over his shoulder and made his way out of the raider’s camp. He had a better idea of where he was now. It wouldn’t be much further until he reached Filly and found her again. He was intent on making sure she stayed with him this time.

He’d leash her if he had to.

“There’s nothing I could do for a few caps?”

“I could think of something darlin’,” a man hollered at you from across the makeshift bar. The building was in pretty good shape, though the alcohol looked questionable. The owner seemed nice enough, a wrinkled old man whose hands shook too hard for him to pour a drink without spilling it.

“Don’t need any help.” The old man muttered under his breath, tottering over to the other side of the room to pour another cup. He ended up knocking it into the man’s lap and cussing as the alcohol poured across the floor.

“Right,” you muttered. You let your head fall in your hands, rubbing your face in frustration while you tried to think of what to do. You’d made a deal with yourself that if you couldn’t find work by the end of the day, you would sell your teeth.

You were hoping it wouldn’t come to that, but with the way your stomach was rumbling and how everyone seemed to keep turning you away it was seeming more and more likely. You slumped over the bar, trying to think of a solution or another idea.

You’d been propositioned by enough men to know you could make plenty of caps in the back alley behind the bar. But everytime you even remotely considered it, you felt yourself shrinking up. Your adrenaline would spike like you were readying yourself for a fight.

You figured it would be a while before you could even safely consider that. “You seem a might rundown, hun.”

You didn’t bother lifting your head. You knew it was the man who’d been staring at you since you walked in. You could smell him even with your head down. You did your best to ignore him but he didn’t seem to take too kindly to that.

“Hey,” he shoved at your shoulder and the impact was enough to force your head up. “Are you fucking deaf?”

”No,” you muttered through gritted teeth. Your hand hovered behind your back, itching for the gun tucked in your pants. “I’m not fucking interested.”

He lifted his hand and muttered, “Bitch,” a loud smack followed and echoed through the bar. Your head whipped to the side so hard you worried it might fly off. You clutched your cheek, spitting blood onto the wood of the counter.

Your hand was already on your gun when you heard the sound of a hammer being pulled back. “Oh,” you turned, shocked to find Cooper standing behind the man. His gun was leveled with the man’s face and he shook his head in disappointment. “I really wish you hadn’t done that.”

Men stood up from their tables and drew their guns, pointing all of them at Cooper. You’d seen the signs with the anti-ghoul symbols but you didn’t think they’d really follow through. Apparently it was the only law they obeyed around here.

Cooper smiled as the men cocked their guns, eyes alight with a challenge. Then they landed on you and he frowned again. He raised his hands in surrender and tucked his gun back in his holster. He darted forward and grabbed you. He yanked you into his chest and you stumbled over your feet, scowling at him. He leaned next to your ear, gravelly voice sending chills down your back, “We’re leaving.”

He didn’t leave you much choice, dragging you despite the way you tried to fight against him. “The lady stays,” the man who’d hit you ordered. His friends took a step forward, blocking Cooper from the exit. He chuckled and glanced over at the man.

“That was a mistake, friend.” Before you knew what was happening he was shoving you to the ground and shots were going off. Not willing to get shot again, you crawled on all fours towards the door. The sound of bullets whizzing over your head had you ducking every now and again, trying to protect yourself as much as you could.

You could hear Cooper taunting them, and after every remark another body would hit the floor. You yelped and jumped back when one fell in front of you. A bullet embedded itself in the floor beside you, the wood splintering and exploding upward, just barely missing your face.

You crawled over the dead bodies and threw yourself out the door, trying to outrun the sound of gunfire. But it was too late. The rest of Filly had heard the fight and those that were stupid enough to stay were starting to draw the fight out into the marketplace.

It was almost like a game, ducking under bullets and the spray of blood. Whatever Cooper was shooting them with was making them light up like the Fourth of July. By the time you’d managed to hide yourself behind a building, you looked like you’d been hosed down with blood. So much for keeping the clothes clean.

Your head thudded against the side of the building and you clenched your eyes shut, breathing heavily through your open mouth. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest. But you didn’t feel like you were going to have a heart attack this time, maybe you were starting to adapt to all this.

Feet scrambled across the sand and someone threw themselves down next to you. You tensed and opened your eyes, you didn’t relax much when you realized it was Cooper. He grinned at you and glanced over his shoulder, checking no one had seen him.

The other’s didn’t seem to care that the man that had started the fight was no longer a part of it. You’re pretty sure they just needed an excuse to shoot each other. Cooper popped his gun open and reloaded the chamber.

He glanced at your blood soaked form and scoffed, “You look like you’re doing well.”

You refused to look at him, “Yeah, no thanks to you.”

He didn’t take well to the way you were avoiding him. He darted forward, fingers digging into your chin and forcing you to look at him. “Sweetheart, who left who?”

You ripped your face out of his hand and glared at him. “Don’t try and pretend like you didn’t leave me a long time before I woke up. You wrote me off copper. You assumed the worst about me and you gave up.”

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something when a noise behind you interrupted him. He gave you a long look and got to his feet. “If you’re not here when I come back, I’ll shoot you. Understand me?”

You looked at him for a long moment, body tensed with rage before you nodded your head. “Understood.”

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thatwriterchick222 · 1 year ago

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snakebite (arthur morgan/f!reader) oneshot

summary: you get bitten by a snake and arthur has to suck the venom out... what could go wrong?

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“Shit…” You cursed under your breath, clutching at your thigh as you fought to push down the pain of the snake’s venom coursing through your veins. It was a deep bite, and you barely caught a glimpse of the thing before it slithered away. But the throbbing in your flesh was enough to know it was venomous.

Your horse had gotten spooked by the snake and bucked you off, fleeing for the treeline. The wind was knocked out of you as you hit the ground and unfortunately landed right on top of the reptile. Deciding it had had enough, it lunged and bit your thigh, rightfully so. Its fangs shot through the material of your skirt and bloomers, down into your muscle.

Thankfully, Arthur wasn’t too far behind.

“What the hell?” He asked as he pulled his horse to a stop, seemingly confused by your horse running off and finding you lying on your back in the grass.

You were lightheaded. Nauseous. “A damn snake bit me.” In an effort to sit up, you pressed down harder on your bite, hoping to at least slow the venom as it seeped further into you.

What an embarrassing way to go. Especially in front of Arthur, of all people.

“Christ.” He said, quickly stepping down from his horse. He made his way over to you as you managed to sit up against a tree, breaking out into a sweat.

“I don’t feel too good.”

Arthur knelt down to your level, his eyes scanning yours with a sudden urgency that made your throat close up. “Don’t look too good ‘neither.”

“Thanks.” You chuckled.

He reached forward and felt your forehead with the back of his hand, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

Even on your deathbed, you could not suppress your lasting crush on Arthur Morgan. Pathetic.

“Where’d it getcha?” He asked, looking down to where your hand clutched your leg.

You lifted your hand, “My thigh.”

“Okay…” He thought for a quick moment, scooting closer to you. “Lift your skirt up.”

You froze, swallowing thickly with your dry mouth. “I- Alright.”

Trying to ignore his wording and the pit in your stomach, you did as he said, pulling your linen skirt up to expose the small patch of blood on your white bloomers.

Without a word, Arthur grabbed the fabric, pulling at the holes where the small fangs had broken through, and ripped them wide, exposing the wound.

“What are you doing?”

“Gettin’ the venom out.”

You blinked, feeling the warm pads of his fingers brush your skin. “How?”

His hand reached under your knee, pulling your leg up, and you nearly flinched. Not because you were scared, but because you didn’t want him to know how much you liked it.

His eyes darted up to yours. “I gotta suck it out.”

You took a sharp breath in, adjusting your body awkwardly. “Oh.”

Then, as quickly as he had ripped your bloomers apart, he bent down, gripping your thigh tightly as he brought his mouth to your bite.

And it stung like all hell. He created a suction and you felt as if you were being bitten all over again, a searing pain overcoming the area as you gasped.

But there was still something very erotic about all of this. And you scolded yourself for thinking it. If someone were to pass by, they would see a cowboy with his head buried in your lap, and that brought a blush to your cheeks as he pulled away, turning to the side and spitting the venom out into the grass.

When he went back in, it hurt even worse, the numbness from your adrenaline wearing off. He sucked especially hard, and you grit your teeth, instinctively reaching forward and grabbing his arm. “Arthur–”

He pulled away again, spitting into the grass. When he turned back, he looked at you, his eyes strangely dark and his brow furrowed in concentration. Why was his face so close to yours? Maybe it was the venom. It had gotten to your head. Your skin was heating up, and your heart pounded hard in your ribcage. His hands were on your thigh, your fingers digging into the arm of his shirt, and you only stared back at him.

He broke the eye contact and went back down, this time only sucking lightly. You assumed he had gotten what he could out of your body. But your belly was warm and you felt the overwhelming urge to get closer to him, your body pulsing with pain and… arousal.

You pressed your lips together in pain, and when he sucked one last time, a whimper fell from your lips. But he didn’t suck anything out of you like he did before. His lips were on your skin and then they weren’t, and then they were back, landing higher up your thigh. Your hand loosened on his bicep and you didn’t know why, but you started rubbing him with your thumb.

You couldn’t see his face under the brim of his hat, but you felt him move his mouth higher, his teeth grazing you and his beard scratching against your skin. It tickled. His fingers dug into your thigh, and you drew in a breath, a suspenseful silence overtaking you.

A sudden bravery took over your body. You scooted closer to him, and he moved even further up, his lips pressing lightly against your skin. Was he… kissing you?

You swallowed when his nose brushed your inner thigh. And then you spread your knees further apart.

Any pain you had was replaced with the burning ache for him to touch you.

“Arthur.” You finally got the willpower to croak out his name, but you didn’t know what else to say. You said his name like a question, but also like a request. A demand. Like you wanted him to stop, but you also never wanted him to stop.

He halted anyway, lifting his lips from your skin, the coolness of the breeze on it telling you that you were wet with his saliva. He didn’t look up. He kept his face hidden by the brim of his hat.

You could slice the tension in the air with your knife. But why would you want to? You had been waiting for a moment like this for the entire time you had known him.

He was always shy, and barely ever spoke about how he felt. You figured you would have to make some move or give him some hint… but now, at such an inopportune time… he seemed to want something from you too.

Were you drunk on adrenaline and snake venom? Probably. Was he taking advantage of you in a vulnerable state? Maybe.

You lifted your leg, shuffling even closer. You couldn’t speak. And neither could he. But somehow there was this silent agreement that you both wanted something. You lifted your skirt higher, and he finally looked up at you.

He almost looked like a different man. His jaw was clenched, his pupils large and his eyes burning into yours like a wolf hunting its prey. There was a smudge of your blood on his bottom lip.

You nodded. Please don’t stop.

With just as much urgency as he had when trying to potentially save your life, he quickly reached for the waist of your bloomers and pulled them down. If it had been any other man in any other scenario, you would have hidden yourself in embarrassment and covered your eyes so you didn’t have to see him see you.

But it was Arthur. And he was quickly lifting your legs, pulling your hips up and closer to him, and burying his face in between them. He didn’t have time to take it slow, and you didn’t care, your insides pulsing and your face going hot. Your bloomers were still around your ankles, and his hat was still hiding his face as his breath was on your cunt.

You lay back against the tree and he dove into you, his tongue exploring you aggressively, drinking you in with such passion you thought you might pass out. It suddenly occurred to you as you cried out that you were only meters away from the dirt road, barely hidden by the grass. Now, if someone passed by, it would look like you had a cowboy’s face in your lap because… you did.

Your hand flew to your mouth when he began to suck on you, those same lips that had just been sucking snake venom out of your leg moments prior. Your thighs clenched around his head, threatening to knock his hat off, but you kind of liked it on. He couldn’t see you, and you couldn’t see him. There was some level of anonymity to this act, like maybe for just a moment you could be different people and not have to deal with the aftermath of your actions.

But fuck, he was good. It made you question if he had been practicing on someone. Who had he been practicing on? He could practice on you for the rest of your life if he wanted.

You bucked your hips into his mouth when he groaned into you, already finding yourself nearing your breaking point. His tongue was rough but rhythmic, and it was so quiet outside you could hear the squelching of your wetness against his mouth.

The feeling was building up inside you. You were floating, you were grinding yourself on his nose. Your eyes darted to your snake bite, red and swollen, and to your torn bloomers around your ankles, and to Arthur’s arms holding your legs as he bent over, doing something fucking incredible with his tongue.

You cried out as you came in his mouth, your hand finding his forearm, digging your nails into it. Your back arched and your hips bucked, shuddering with the feeling of it. He groaned into your core, seemingly just as pleased to feel you come as you were to come, and he slowly let you ride it out.

Catching your breath, you looked around, slowly coming back into yourself and realizing where you were. What you both had done.

Arthur’s grip on your legs slowly loosened, and when he pulled away from you, his eyes avoided yours. He lifted your leg and untangled himself from you and your bloomers. You wanted to rip his hat off and look at him. You wanted to kiss him. To taste yourself on his lips.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

You sat up, your bare ass scraping against the dirt. And you couldn’t help but laugh.

Sorry? He was apologizing? Like he didn’t know what came over him. Like he couldn’t help but make me come on his tongue. A simple mistake. Oops. You laughed harder, pulling your bloomers up. The pain of your bite suddenly came back to you, and you winced as the fabric rubbed against it.

He finally looked up at you from under the brim of his hat as you managed to get your bloomers back up. Then he let out a chuckle.

You wanted to return the favour. You sat up and were about to reach for him, grab him and touch him and maybe provide him with an ounce of the pleasure he just gave you, but suddenly a voice came from the road.

“What the–”

You and Arthur both quickly looked up, seeing a man on his horse staring at the two of you with confusion.

You were still flushed, and coated in a sheen of sweat, and your skirt was pulled up as Arthur knelt beside you. Oddly enough, it actually was exactly what it looked like.

“Snakebite.” You fought your smile, looking down at your leg as you spoke to the man.

Arthur nodded, “Had to… suck the venom out–” He stood up, and you noticed the bulge in his pants. Thankfully, he turned away from the man before he noticed.

“We should get you to a doctor,” Arthur said, reaching his hand out to you as if nothing had happened. You were still burning from your orgasm, but you pushed your skirt down and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull you up.

“Well,” The man cleared his throat. “Good luck, then.”

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You both rode back to camp in silence.

You wanted to pretend nothing happened, but you couldn’t help but watch Arthur keep adjusting himself in the saddle, clearly uncomfortable with how hard he was. To be honest, you had never experienced a man do something like that and not expect you to return the favour. But, you liked the idea of it, the taste of you in his mouth making him harder than ever. It clearly wasn’t going away, either, because he probably couldn’t stop thinking about it.

You smiled, kicking your horse to ride up next to him. “Need a little help there?” Your eyes flicked down his body, and he looked at you out of the corner of his eye. His cheeks were adorably red, and he looked away again.

“Let’s just get back to camp, first.” He reached down and moved his belt slightly, trying to ease the pressure. “Make sure you ain’t dyin’ on us.”

You smirked. “And what if I am?”

“Then we’ll need to work fast.” He shot you a look.

You felt your cheeks go just as red as his. “I can do fast.”

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